Evicted: Crashing In The Car (Taboo Erotica)

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by Anya Merchant


  “Don’t take it too seriously, sweetie,” she whispered. “It’s all just pretend.”

  John nodded, and did his best to take her advice to heart. It didn’t feel like pretend, not to his mind and not to his hormones. He began to worry that the situation might get out of hand in all the wrong ways.

  “Maurice and Rose!” yelled the director. “We need you back on stage, pronto.”

  The director had jumped around in the script to account for cast absences, and the one he had chosen for them to rehearse was midway through the play, a sex scene starring Maurice and Rose. John began to blush intensely when he realized what they were going to have to do, and wondered if it was too late to come up with an exit strategy.

  “Alright, we’re running the scene where Maurice and Rose watch a movie on the couch for the first time,” said the director. “Helen, I really want you to tease him under the blanket as much as you can. He’s a strapping young lad, he can take it.”

  John’s mom blushed a little, but nodded dutifully. He walked over to the couch that the director had set up and lied down on in lengthwise. His mother climbed on in front of him, and then pulled the blanket over both of them.

  “Alright action!” cried the director.

  “Rose, I really should be getting home,” said John, feeling more confident in his lines. “I can stop by and see Tim another time.”

  “Oh, please, Maurice,” whispered his mom.

  “Louder!” called the director.

  “Oh, please, Maurice,” said his mom. “You know that you didn’t come here to see my son, did you?”

  John felt his mom’s hand begin to massage his crotch, and almost forgot his next line.

  “Uh, Rose, don’t say things like that,” he said. “I’m your son’s friend, and I came here with pure intentions.”

  “Oh, is that really true?” asked his mom. “Your fellow down below seems to tell a different tale.

  It was true, and not just in the scheme of the play. John had a full blown erection, and was mortified by the way his mom was rubbing it up and down. It felt incredible, but the guilt and shame he was experiencing made it hard to focus on acting.

  “Oh god, Rose,” moaned John. “This isn’t why I’m here. The orphanage needs volunteers, we need to get the kids back on track.”

  “You’re one of those kids, Maurice,” said Rose. “How about I get you back on track?”

  His mom began to pump faster beneath the blanket, her hand closing around his cock through his pants. John began to grab at her breasts and rub against her, under the guise of the scene. It felt so amazing, and he felt himself getting closer and closer to…

  “Cut!” cried the director. “Maurice, that’s your line!”

  John didn’t hear him. He kept thrusting into his mom hand, faster and faster, until finally he couldn’t hold out any more, and began to spill out his sticky wet cum into his pants. It began to soak through almost immediately, and he felt his mom recoil her hand in horror.

  “John!” she whispered.

  “Sorry,” he said, feeling himself overwhelmed with disgusting feelings. “I got a little carried away.”

  He saw her face, and it was flushed redder than John had ever seen before. It only made him feel worse, and he found himself wondering just how he could have done something so sick and perverted.

  “We’re going to break for today, I have to pick up my mother from the airport,” called the director. “Great work everyone.”

  Helen immediately began heading towards the seats and towards the other cast members, not even giving John so much as a fleeting glance. He was grateful for it, however, as it meant that he could sneak out through backstage without anyone seeing the mess on his crotch. John had never been so embarrassed in his life, and had a confusing, silent drive back home.

  Community Theater by Anya Merchant

 

 

 


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