Evicted: Crashing In The Car (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  There was love in her gaze, and something else. Something that went beyond the usual tender and caring look that he had seen his mom give him hundreds of times before. Their faces began to draw in closer, and Jeff felt his body coursing with electricity.

  At the last second, Madison lifted up, and kissed her son chastely on the cheek. She cuddled her head against his chest for a second, and then pushed away.

  “I love you, Jeff,” she said.

  “I love you too mom,” he replied.

  He loved her, and he wanted her. His dick was aching, and the conflict inside him was threatening to tear him apart.

  “I’m going to head to the bathroom really quick before bed,” he said to his mom.

  “Okay sweetie,” she replied. “Don’t take too long.”

  Jeff hopped out of the van and started towards the entrance to the rest stop. He tried to adjust his erection so it wasn’t quite so obvious, expecting to run into one of the truckers again. Instead, he found something very unexpected.

  Standing by the woman’s bathroom were two scantily dressed women, with fake breasts and heavy makeup. The eyed him as he walked across the room, and he noticed that they noticed his hard on.

  “Hey there, baby face,” said one of them. “Aren’t you a little young to be doing delivery runs?”

  “I’m just here with my, uh…girlfriend,” he said. For some reason, the lie from earlier seemed almost like it had taken on a life of his own, and he felt confused by his urge to perpetuate it.

  “Really?” said the one on the right, stepping closer to him. “Is she asleep right now?”

  “I, uh…”

  The woman took her hand, and rubbed it against the lump in his jeans. It felt amazing, and it was exactly what Jeff felt like he needed in the moment.

  “Fifty dollars and I’ll take care of you,” the woman said. “Give us a hundred and we both will.”

  She pulled the low cut shirt she was wearing and flashed her breasts at Jeff. He looked at them, and strangely, all he could think of was his mother, and her tiny bra, and the fact that she was sleeping in the van at that very moment.

  “No thanks,” he said, turning and walking back towards the door.

  “Suit yourself,” said the woman. “You don’t know a real woman when you see one.”

  Jeff laughed at her last comment. He quickly ran across the parking lot back to the van, still carrying his lust and urges with him. He opened the door to it, and lied back down next to his mom.

  The situation boiled over almost immediately. Madison sleepily reached over and tried to wrap her son up into a hug, and Jeff began rubbing his hard on against her. She slowly yawned and opened her eyes, and Jeff couldn’t resist leaning in and kissing her on the lips.

  “Jeff, honey, what are you doing?” she whispered. All of the shame and guilt that Jeff had been avoiding facing crashed into him, but he still couldn’t stop himself. He started rubbing his mom’s breast through her bra, and heard her let out a small, confused moan.

  “Mom, this is such a tight space,” said Jeff, as he slowly pulled his cock out of his boxers. “I’m just trying to get more comfortable.”

  “What?” She lifted up the covers, and gasped as she saw his exposed member. “Jeff…I’m your mom. You’re my son!”

  He leaned in and kissed her again, and let his hands undo her bra in back. He pulled it off her roughly and took a look at her perfect breasts, feeling his cock beginning to drip with pre cum.

  “Mom, shh,” he said. “It will be our little secret for tonight.”

  He leaned her back down onto the floor, and Madison didn’t stop him. Jeff began grinding his cock against her panty covered mound, and his mom put her hand to her mouth as if she couldn’t believe what was happening.

  “This is not okay, sweetie,” she said. “We’ll never be able to undo this.”

  “Oh god mom, I can’t help it,” he said. “You’re so fucking hot.”

  He took his fingers on either side of her waist band and lowered her panties down and off her legs. Despite her concerns, his mom’s pussy with dripping with excitement.

  “Honey, we don’t have to do this,” she whispered. Her hand had wrapped itself around his cock and was stroking him off, and he could tell from her eyes that she was feeling just as horny as she was.

  “Mom, I want you,” Jeff whispered. “I have to have you.”

  He pushed his cock up against the entrance to his mom’s pussy, feeling her folds give way for him. She was tighter than he expected, and all he could get in at first was the very head of his dick. Madison let out a soft moan, and wrapped her arms around her son’s neck.

  “Fine,” she whispered, with a strange mixture of authority and desire. “It you’re going to do it, do it.”

  That was all Jeff needed. He started pumping his hips, kissing his mom’s neck and feeling lust fog over his mind. She felt amazing, soft and wet, and her pussy seemed to envelope him tightly, almost like a fitted glove.

  “Oh god, Jeff,” cried his mom. “Don’t stop!”

  The van was shaking, and each time Jeff would slam down into his mom the wheels would squeak and shift. Madison was bucking upwards, and had her arms hooked around Jeff as though she was hanging on for dear life.

  “Mom, you feel so fucking good,” he said. “Oh god mom, I can’t believe it.”

  “Honey don’t stop!” yelled Madison. “We, we’ll work it out later…just…keep going.”

  With each stroke, Jeff almost pulled completely out, and then pushed the full length of his hard cock deep inside his mom. She was the woman who had raised him, the woman who’d looked out for him, and now he was taking her as though she was a willing slut, or one of the prostitutes in the rest stop.

  Jeff felt guilty, but the emotion was overwhelmed by pleasure. His dick was coated with his mom’s slick fluids, and seemed to be creating heat and friction as he pumped into her faster. He felt like a primal animal, and in that moment, he was. An animal that had been overwhelmed by horniness, and pushed into doing something that was sick and perverted in order to find release.

  “Jeff, I…I,” Madison suddenly tensed up and twisted, crying out. Her pussy began to contract around Jeff’s cock, and he realized after a moment that it was more than he could take.

  “Oh god mom!” he yelled. His cock began to explode hot white cum deep inside her, and he kept thrusting as it did. He ran his hands up his mom’s body, letting them rest on her tits as the world came back into focus. The two of them had just had sex. Jeff had fucked his mom, he’d fucked her in the back of a minivan, without any protection.

  “I can’t believe this,” said Madison angrily. “You are grounded when we work all of this out, mister.”

  Jeff just smiled at her.

  “We’ll see about that,” he said.

  END

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  FREE EXCERPT FROM “ COMMUNITY THEATER”

  CHAPTER 1

  “That was excellent, John!” The director was beaming at him, scribbling notes onto a pad as he watched from the front row of seats in the auditorium.

  His words were exactly what John had
been hoping for. He had been acting in an amateur capacity since he was old enough to walk, and had never before attempted to take on a pivotal and meaty lead role like the one he was currently auditioning for.

  “Thank you, sir,” he said. “Do you want me to run any other scenes?”

  “Nonsense, I’ve seen more than enough,” said the director. He stood up from his seat and climbed up onto the stage, reaching his hand out to shake John’s. “I want you to take on the role of Maurice, and really live it up in the same way you just did with your monologue.”

  “Of course!” said John. He felt a wave of emotion begin to wash over him, and couldn’t keep a broad smile from spreading across his face.

  “I still have a number of roles to cast, but I want to get started with the rehearsals for the core characters immediately,” said the director. “Can you be here tomorrow morning, 10 AM sharp?”

  John nodded his head.

  “I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” he said.

  He could barely contain his excitement when he got back home. John’s father had been away on a business trip for the past week, but he expected his step mom, Helen, to be around, and was a little disappointed when he couldn’t find her.

  Helen had been John’s step mother since shortly after his mom had walked out on the family when he was ten, and over the past eight years the two of them had grown incredibly close. She was a beautiful woman, with a busty figure and the type of elegant beauty that made her seem timelessly attractive, even at 37 years old.

  John ended up hanging out for a bit in the living room, reading through the copy of the script that the director had given him. It was an independently created production, completely new to him. The basic plot involved a romance between a rich older woman and a much younger man that was a friend of her son’s , and as he read through the scenes, he found himself getting strangely excited at his role in the play.

  A number of them seemed to be very intimate and physical, and John found himself getting a little turned on just from reading the dialogue. He began to wonder about who would be playing the role of the older female lead.

  His mind began to wander into illicit places, and he ended up heading upstairs into his room. John began browsing the internet on his laptop, and without even realizing what he was doing, he ended up on a porn site, staring at erotic images that only seemed to further fuel the wild thoughts in his mind.

  He couldn’t resist for long, and after a moment, he pulled out his hard cock and began to stroke it to the naked women on the screen. John had always had a fetish for milfs, and the idea that he would be acting across from one in a play, kissing her, feeling her body, and being in such close contact, it was enough to drive him wild.

  “Honey, are you home?” asked Helen. Her voice came from directly outside his door. John jumped back from his desk, frantically trying to cover up his nudity, but not moving nearly fast enough to beat the speed of the opening door.

  Luckily, he managed to turn away, and fell down onto his bed and grabbed a sheet in time to hide anything too illicit, though his step mom looked at him suspiciously.

  “Are you okay, sweetie?” she asked. Helen walked over and sat down on the bed next to him, and John couldn’t help but think about how much she looked like some of the milf porn stars he had just been jerking off to. Her top was low cut, and it was hard for him to keep his eyes off her cleavage.

  “Uh, yeah, of course mom,” he said. “What’s up?”

  Behind Helen on the screen of John’s computer was an older naked woman, slowly performing a strip tease for him. He prayed to god that she wouldn’t turn around before the clip finished playing and returned to the default image.

  “I just wanted to tell you the good news,” she said. “I ended up following through with it! I auditioned!”

  Helen dropped her hand down on her son’s thigh in what was meant to be a tender gesture. In reality, it just made John’s dick throb and ache for attention, and he felt a small bead of pre cum beginning to smear into the top of the thin sheet covering his crotch.

  “That’s great mom,” he said, blankly. “Wait…what play did you audition for?”

  “The one that you mentioned the other day,” she said. “Young Life, New Experience. The director wants me to play the part of the female lead!”

  John could only stare at her for a second.

  “Could you…could you say that again?”

  “I’m the female lead!” said his mom. “What, I thought that you would be happy for me…”

  Inside, John’s emotions were threatening to tear him apart. He wanted to do this play, and his mom being the lead character’s love interest seemed to wreck everything. Strangely, his cock seemed to throb at the idea, and he silently admonished himself in shame.

  “Mom…” he said. “I also auditioned for that play. The director cast me in it as Maurice.”

  Helen blinked several times at her son, as though her mind couldn’t quite process what he was saying.

  “What…but, that would mean…” Her voice suddenly became very tiny and small. “I’m playing the role of Rose.”

  “Yeah,” said John. “…I guess we’ll have to talk to the director. I’ve read the script, there’s no way that we can act some of this stuff out.”

  Helen began to shake her head back and forth.

  “No!” she cried. “John, this role….I know what it means to you!” Helen flicked her hair back, and for a moment John could smell her perfume on the air. “And you know what it means to me,” she said. “We’ll both just have to stick with it, and just be actors while we’re on stage.”

  “But mom, how is that going to work?” asked John. “Some of the scenes in this play-“

  Instead of answering him with words, Helen leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, flicking her tongue into his mouth in a manner totally inappropriate for a mother to do with her son. Her hand ran up his thigh and came to a rest on his hard cock, timidly rubbing the head of it as though she was trying to desensitize herself to what was to come.

  “We’ll find a way to manage,” said Helen. “I know it will work out in the end, honey.”

  There was an intense, almost palpable tension on the air. John felt a strange desire coming over him, and he had to work to keep it out of the forefront of his mind. His mom was so hot, he realized, and his cock seemed to pulse at the possibility of having her as his costar.

  “Okay mom,” he said. “Let’s give it a try.”

  Helen nodded, and then gave her son a hug. She stood up and walked out of his room, leaving John alone and confused. Tomorrow was the first day of rehearsal, and he couldn’t help but wonder just what it would hold.

  CHAPTER 2

  John drove his own car to the community theater instead of catching a ride in the minivan with Helen. It was important for the two of them to keep up the pretense of not knowing each other, and of being random strangers. The situation was already weird enough without the director and everyone else in the production knowing about the relation between them.

  He parked near the entrance and headed inside. A couple of the cast members were already gathered in front of the stage, including his mother. As they saw him walk over, they greeted him warmly.

  “Maurice!” called one of them. “The prodigal son has returned.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” said John. “I’m excited, today is the first day.”

  They hung out in the auditorium seats for a little bit. John found it incredibly awkward to have to pretend that he didn’t know Helen. He did his best, and knew that any momentarily lapse in the ruse could cost one or both of them their roles.

  “Alright everybody!” The director was the last to arrive, and he called out to them in a booming voice as he made his way down the aisle. “It’s time to get started!”

  The first scene was mainly just backstory for John’s character, Maurice. He spent a lot of time working with the director on the delivery of a monologue, and the basic blocking of the ac
t. It led right into the second scene, in which his character met Rose, his mom’s character, for the first time.

  “My son should be home any minute,” said his mom, in character. “You can come in and wait, if you’d like.”

  John was surprised by her acting ability, and found himself really believing that she could play Rose.

  “Uh, I would like that,” he said, fighting his embarrassment as he found himself slightly flubbing the line.

  He walked over towards his mom, into the area of the set that the director had blocked out. The props weren’t set up yet, but in the scene, he was supposed to slide in close next to her as he stepped through the door. John did the best he could to make it fit what it seemed like the director expected.

  “Cut!” yelled the director. “That was garbage! Where is the tension? Where is the lust? These two characters are star crossed lovers, I want to see the two of you eying each other as though you want it now!”

  John walked back into his spot, and began to run through the scene again. This time, he could tell that his mom had taken the director’s advice to heart. She had a look in her eyes when she spoke her lines that made his cock tingle with desire.

  As he moved to head into the imaginary house, this time Helen stood so that there was no way that he could get by her without brushing up on her body slightly. His crotch made contact with the side of his mom’s hip, and he felt a wave of hot, pleasurable fire shoot through his body. Their eyes met, and he could see his mom blush a little, though it was hard for him to tell if it was from embarrassment or arousal.

  “Alright, that was a little better!” called the director. “Let’s get the slum town kids out on stage.”

  John and his mom walked back into the staging area behind the curtain. He felt incredibly confused by what was happening, but Helen seemed to be handling it much better than he was. She smiled at him, and rubbed his shoulder.