Coming Home (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  The table the three of them sat around was small, clearly designed for no more than three or four people to be seated comfortably. Max sat across from Jen, and Rose sat in between them on the side.

  “This all looks amazing,” said Max. Jen smiled as she forked a steak off the serving platter and onto his plate, along with some rice and vegetables.

  “Thank you, Max,” said Jen. “I’ve always seen the value in home cooking.”

  She served her daughter, and then poured them all a glass of red wine.

  “I’ll be right back,” said Jen. “I forgot the salt and pepper shakers.”

  CHAPTER 11

  As soon as she had stood up, Rose turned her attention to Max. She leaned in closer to him so that only he could hear what she was saying.

  “Look, don’t read too deeply into what my mom said before.” She furrowed her brow and frowned a little. “It’s not what you think, trust me.”

  Max took a large sip of his wine.

  I think that it’s her that’s different from what I think.

  “Rose, I don’t really care,” said Max. “It’s not my problem. We only met yesterday.”

  Rose looked at him for a second, as though trying to gauge if he meant what he was saying or not.

  “I’ve always been this way, Max,” she whispered. “I really like you, I just… can’t control myself, sometimes. You aren’t even really the one I hurt by doing what we did this afternoon. My situation is complicated.”

  I’ve certainly heard this justification before, but never after having a girl throw herself at me.

  “Rose, I just got into town,” said Max. “For once, I actually am alright with just being friends. It’s not like I have any other ones around here.”

  Surprisingly, it looked as though his words had caught Rose a little off guard. She examined his face carefully and then deepened her frown, as though annoyed that he wasn’t chasing after her affections. After a moment, she pushed her chair back and then, strangely, kneeled down to the floor.

  “What are you doing?” asked Max.

  “If my mom asks, tell her that I’ve gone to the bathroom.”

  “What?”

  Rose slipped underneath the long hanging tablecloth and out of sight just as her mother arrived back in the room. She glanced at Max and then at the empty seat where her daughter had been sitting.

  “Did she get another phone call?” asked Jen.

  “No, she-“ Max flinched in mid sentence as he felt Rose’s fingers begin to unzip his fly underneath the table.

  “What is it?”

  Max coughed into the crook of his arm and tried to ignore the soft, warm fingers reaching into his shorts and massaging his cock through his boxers.

  “She’s in the bathroom,” he finally managed. “I’m sure she’ll be back out in a minute.”

  This is insanity. We’re going to get caught for sure.

  Jen rolled her eyes and then nodded.

  “Of course she will be,” she said. “Max, I feel like I would be doing you a disservice if I didn’t say something. My daughter is a wildling. In this instance, it probably is best for the two of you to be friends for a while, first.”

  Max nodded, trying to keep his face steady as Rose pulled his quickly hardening cock out through the flap of his boxers underneath the table.

  “Uh, why would you tell me that?” asked Max. “You’re her mom, aren’t you… supposed to be on her side.”

  I can barely even talk right now. She’s going to figure it out.

  “To tell you the truth…” Jen sighed, and then set one of her elbows on the table and leaned her head against her hand. “It’s because I still feel guilty.”

  Max glanced down at his lap. He could see Rose’s hand, slowly beginning to stroke him off, but her face was hidden from view. His heart raced, and he had to force himself to play it cool and turn back to the conversation at hand.

  “Why… why would you feel guilty?” He bit his lip as Rose ran her thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing the pre-cum dripping out of the tip of it around in circles.

  “Your mom has a valid reason for hating me.” Jen smiled. “I’m honestly not surprised that she still hasn’t forgiven me after all these years.”

  Max nodded a bit more vigorously than he needed to. He could feel Rose’s breath tickling his cock, and almost lost his cool as something that felt a lot like a tongue licked the base of his shaft.

  “It was back when we both were around your and my daughter’s age,” said Jen. “Our senior year of high school.”

  “Uh-huh,” said Max. Jen suddenly leaned forward across the table to scoop herself another spoonful of rice. The action caused her blouse to billow open slightly, exposing her cleavage and a hint of one of her nipples.

  “Are you okay, Max?” asked Jen. “You look a little flush.”

  “I’m fine.” Max used all of his willpower to act nonchalant as Rose took the head of his cock into her mouth. She worked her lips up and down with the same expertise she’d given him a preview of earlier in the day.

  “Anyway, long story short, the two of us both fell in love with the same guy.” Jen shook her head and looked as though she was imagining another life, in another time. “Kim got to him first, but I… well, I just couldn’t help myself. It was stupid, and it backfired, but love is rarely neat and logical.”

  Max nodded enthusiastically.

  “Yes!” He let out a deep breath as Rose intensified her sexual onslaught. “I know, I totally get it.”

  Jen looked down at her plate for a moment, and Max took the chance to look down at his lap and under the table cloth. Rose popped his cock out of her mouth for a second and smiled at him wickedly. Max tried to tell make her see reason with a few angry blinks of his eyes.

  This is ridiculous. I can barely think straight, let alone hold a conversation. I’m going to be staring at Jen’s face while I cum inside her daughter’s mouth.

  “You should do your mom a favor, Max.”

  “Wh-what?” He tried to keep his breathing from speeding up to match his frantic heart rate as Rose bobbed her soft, supple lips up and down the length of his tool.

  “She’s a good woman, and she needs a lot of love in her life.” Jen leaned over the table again, and this time, Max got a clear view of one of her tiny, pink nipples.

  “I give my mom all the love I can.” The words felt illicit and dirty as they left Max’s mouth. His mind was a vortex of confusing thoughts, Rose and her promiscuity, the photo of his mother from the night before, and Jen.

  “I suspect that I know why your father isn’t with you on this trip,” said Jen. “The same series of events played out between me and my ex-husband a couple of years back.”

  Max nodded along politely as he slipped a hand under the table and began to encourage Rose’s sucking, guiding her mouth up and down over his cock as he felt himself approaching his limit.

  I can’t cum from this. Not here, and not now.

  “Max, your mother needs a strong man in her life.” Jen spoke softly, but deliberately. “It’s up to you to be that man, regardless of what it takes.”

  Max saw his mother’s face and felt himself cross his threshold. He twitched slightly as his cock began to explode, secretly spraying cum into Rose’s face as her mother sat across from him at the dinner table, watching him curiously.

  “Max? Is everything okay?”

  Max nodded, too blissed out with pleasure to even speak. Jen raised an eyebrow and then glanced across the living room toward the bathroom.

  You can tell that the light is off from the crack underneath the door.

  Jen smiled, and stood up.

  “I’m going to take my plate into the kitchen.” The look in her eyes told Max everything he needed to know. “I’ll be back out in a couple of minutes, Max.”

  He breathed a sigh of relief as she left, feeling drained, both from the experience and the orgasm. Rose poked her head out from under the table a moment later.

>   “Do you forgive me?” She asked the question with a grin on her face and a strand of Max’s cum dripping from the corner of her mouth. Max just sighed.

  “I have to get home,” he said. “My mom is expecting me.”

  CHAPTER 12

  It was dark outside. Even though the walk between the houses was quick, Max began to feel a little anxious as he thought about what time it was. He’d drunk more wine in the end than he’d realized, and felt a little off balance as he stepped across the lawn.

  I told mom I was headed out to get more boxes. She must be worried…

  He slid the front door open as gently as he could, trying not to make noise as he headed inside. The house was dark, and he initially assumed that his mom had already gone to bed.

  “Out getting boxes, huh?” Kim’s voice came from the couch in the living room, accusatory and a bit drunk sounding.

  “Mom, I-“

  “Where are the boxes, Max?” Kim stood up and walked over to him. She’d put on the same tiny nightgown that he’d seen her in that morning, and it was hard for his body to know how to react.

  “Mom…”

  What am I supposed to say?

  “Max, I saw you go into Jen’s house,” said Kim. She turned away from him and then slowly bent over toward the coffee table to pick a full wine glass up, giving Max a flash of her butt as the gown shifted.

  “Oh…” Max held his arms out. “I can explain.”

  “Go ahead.” Kim took a long sip of the wine and then stepped in even closer to him, close enough for Max to feel the heat of her body. “Explain.”

  “Mom…” Max shook his head and felt the tension in the room skyrocket as his mother pushed herself against him, running her hands up his sides and letting her breasts touch his chest. Max’s cock was rock hard, and it almost seemed to reach out toward his mom’s stomach, making contact of its own volition.

  This is dangerous!

  “Is Jen going to steal you too?” Kim whispered the question into her son’s ear, her hot breath tickling his neck. “My own son?”

  Kim’s hand slid over to his crotch, and suddenly it was as though the starting pistol to a sexual race had gone off. Max didn’t know if it was the wine, or the situation, or his own shameful, disgusting, pent up lust. His body knew what it wanted.

  His mom pulled his head down to hers, and Max kissed her, feeling her lips move against his and tasting sweetness. Kim pulled back slightly and locked eyes with him, opening her legs and grinding her crotch against his.

  What the fuck are we doing? This is…

  She kissed him again, silencing his guilt stricken thoughts. Max pulled her against him, and they tumbled down onto the couch.

  “I won’t let her take you…” His mom kissed his neck, rubbing his crotch with her free hand as she did. “I don’t care what I have to do to stop it…”

  She’s really drunk. This… I should stop this.

  Kim rolled over so that she was on top of him on the couch. With deft fingers, she unzipped his shorts and pulled them down. Max reached out a hand to shoo her away, to put a stop to things before they went too far, but it was too late. His mom brought her lips down to the head of his hard penis, and he was swept away by the tide of pleasure.

  “Oh god!” Max moaned out loud, his entire body aching with sexual bliss. “Jesus, Mom!”

  Kim was sucking him off as though she was in the middle of a porn audition. The blowjob felt amazing, better than anything Rose had done for him, better than anything he had ever felt before. And it wasn’t just her technique.

  My own mother is sucking my cock. This can’t be happening!

  “Mom…” Max wanted to tell her to stop, to get control of herself, to go to bed and sober up. But the words seemed to elude him ever so slightly.

  I’ll stop her, but it feels so fucking good. Maybe if I just let her keep going for a few more seconds…

  Kim’s eyes were looking up at him as she bobbed her mouth up and down. Max knew what he saw in him, and it only made the experience even weirder. It was love, deep, motherly love, and fear.

  She’s that afraid of losing me. How far is she willing to take it?

  As though answering his thoughts, Kim pulled her mouth off her son’s cock and slowly began kissing her way up his stomach and chest. She drunkenly pushed a few strands of hair out of her face and then pulled Max’s hands to her breasts.

  “I felt it when you hugged me this morning,” she whispered, giving his cock a light squeeze. “This big, hard thing.”

  “Mom… why?” Max shook his head slightly.

  “You were so turned on,” whispered his mom. “So ready to go, first thing in the morning. And I saw the way you were looking at me, honey.”

  Kim straddled her son, bringing his cock underneath her gown and positioning the head of it against the entrance to her tight, wet pussy.

  “Are you still ready to go?”

  Max nodded, feeling a mind-bending conflict brewing inside of him.

  I just want to see… what it feels like. I’ve never had a chance before. I’ll stop right after.

  He slowly bucked his hips upwards, and in response, his mother dropped down. His cock pushed the tiniest bit inside of her pussy, and his mom shivered in pleasure.

  “Oh…” She let out a soft sigh and then looked up at the ceiling. When she looked back down at Max, he saw confusion and a bit of regret in her eyes.

  We’ve gone way too far. This has to stop!

  Instead of listening to logic, Max brought his hands up to his mother’s waist and slowly pulled her further down. She bit her lip and shook her head.

  “Oh god!” Kim looked as though she was in the midst of the same conflict as Max. She continued shaking her head even as she bucked her hips up and down, slowly and gently letting the tip of her son’s cock fuck her.

  This feels incredible. It’s beyond what I ever could have imagined.

  Max’s cock was tingling with realized erotic potential. He groped at his mom’s breasts and felt his hips begin to move on autopilot, pushing up to meet each of his mom’s downward movements. Both of them were moaning in rhythm and Kim began to take more of her son’s cock into her cunt. She welcomed it into her in much the same way she’d welcome Max home after being away.

  “God yes!” Max was working himself into an illicit frenzy, fucking the woman who’d raised him and loving every second of it. Their bodies banged together with animalistic intention, and he could feel himself approaching his limit. “Mom!”

  Suddenly, Kim’s fingers dug into his chest. She pulled herself up, looking confused and incredibly guilty.

  “Max…” She set one hand on his cock and the other over his face. “What have we-“

  Fuck!

  Max was already at his limit, and the tiny touch of his mom’s hand was enough to set him off. His cock exploded with cum, and a powerful orgasm wracked his body, causing him to tense up and twitch with pleasure.

  “Oh…” he moaned. “Jesus, Mom…”

  Most of his cum splattered on his mom’s nightgown, only a tiny bit being stopped by her hand. Kim looked as though she’d just had a moment of intense realization. Without a word, she stood up and made her way to the stairs, disappearing up to the second floor of the house.

  What have we done?

  CHAPTER 13

  Guilt and regret were Max’s constant companions as he fought his way to sleep, lying on the former bed of the woman who had raised him, the woman who he had just defiled.

  This can’t be happening. How am I going to face her in the morning?

  Compounding it all was the sharp, pounding headache that relentlessly stabbed at his temples. The room felt as though it was turning slightly, and Max came to the conclusion that he had drunk far more wine than he’d realized.

  Eventually, he did fall asleep. When he finally woke up, it was already late in the morning. It took him a second to remember where he was, and his recollections of the night before were hazy at best.r />
  Was it just a dream?

  He reached his hand down and felt around in his boxers. If it had just been a dream, then it had definitely included a climax. Max sighed and pulled himself up from the bed, dreading having to see his mom downstairs, regardless of what was the reality.

  Instead of heading straight down to the kitchen, he stopped by the bathroom and took a shower first. The hot water was kind to him, but it wasn’t enough to wash away the deep-seated feeling of shame and guilt that was balled up in his stomach.

  I was drunk last night. If anything did happen, it wasn’t really my fault.

  The reasoning felt hollow in his mind, but it was the best justification that he had. Max swallowed his doubts and forced himself to accept it, not even considering any alternatives.

  After washing up, he headed back to his mom’s old room and got dressed, using all of his willpower to ignore the dresser and the photo album. Then, he headed downstairs.

  Kim was fully clothed and standing behind the counter, writing on a small piece of paper. It was at least an hour past breakfast, and a plate of sausage and scrambled eggs was waiting for Max on the counter.

  He walked over slowly, waiting for his mother to look up at him before saying anything.

  “Hey, honey.” Her voice was a little too casual, and it had the opposite effect on Max. “How did you sleep?”

  “Uh, good,” said Max. “I was really tired after…”

  I can’t even finish my sentence. What am I supposed to say?

  “Yes, well, I had a little too much wine to drink, myself,” said Kim. “I don’t remember anything after you got home.”

  Max nodded slowly.

  “Yeah, neither do I.”

  This is the easy way out, and I’m taking it.

  “I fixed you a plate,” said Kim. “Just so you know, I’m taking today off packing. An old teacher of mine sent me an email after hearing that was in town, and I’m going to meet up with her.”

  “Okay, Mom.”

  “I figure since we’ll be gone by the end of the week, I should at least touch base with the people in the town who I do remember fondly.”