Coming Home (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  Max frowned.

  I guess she’s still deadest on the move. That means I’m going to be starting over again, all alone.

  Kim smiled at him, oblivious to his inner turmoil, and picked up the list she was writing from the counter.

  “I’m also going to go shopping after,” she said. “Is there anything you need or want?”

  Her words were laced with something that was hard to interpret, a subtext that Max wasn’t sure was really there or not. Kim walked over to him slowly, standing a little too near to him, just as she had the night before.

  “No, I’m all set for now, Mom,” Max said, slowly. “I’ll see you tonight.”

  “See you tonight, sweetie.”

  Kim’s eye contact lingered for a moment, and then she headed for the front door. Max waited until he’d seen her climb into the car and pull out of the driveway before picking up the plate she’d left for him.

  This is insanity. Whatever is going on between us, I need to stop it before it gets out of hand.

  Max sighed, and then took a seat at the kitchen table. He was halfway through eating his food when he heard a knock at the door.

  “Heeeeey Max!” Rose was bubbling with energy and smiling at him from the entranceway. “Let’s get moving! We have a treasure to find!”

  She was wearing a tiny black skirt along with a sleeveless and backless white blouse that showed off a ton of skin. Max smiled as he watched her bound in through the door.

  Rose might be a little crazy, but at least she’s not related to me.

  Strangely, the thought made him feel even weirder rather than putting him at ease. He popped the last bite of scrambled eggs into his mouth, seasoned with salt and pepper by his mom to perfection, and then stood up.

  “Yeah,” said Max. “Let’s do it.”

  The two of them left the house started down the street, toward the center of town.

  “Do you know where this mystery movie theater is?” asked Max.

  “Of course.” Rose stepped a little closer to him and leaned against his shoulder. “Some of the students at Newhaven High use it as a safe house when they skip school, since it gets so little traffic.”

  “Are you one of those students, Rose?” Max hadn’t meant the question as an accusation, but it was clear from her face that she’d taken it as one.

  “Of course not, Max!” She crossed her arms and frowned at him. “I’m a good girl. On the surface, at least.”

  The theater was just ahead of them. Contrary to what Rose had said, there looked to be a decent number of people waiting in line in the lobby.

  “Alright, so the ticket says ‘Seat 43 – Theater B’. That means we’re seeing whichever movie is the second on the list.”

  Rose shrugged.

  “That’s fine by me,” she said. “This is kind of a longshot, though. I’d be surprised if what we’re looking for is still there after all this time.”

  Max and Rose waited in the line for a couple of minutes and then bought their tickets. The second movie was a rom-com that had gotten mixed reviews from critics, but it made no difference to him.

  “Alright, let’s hope that the theater is…” Max pushed through the door leading into Theater B and then frowned. “Empty.”

  There were fewer than ten seats left open in Theater B, and Max could tell from a quick look that seat 43 was already occupied. He looked over at Rose. She was smiling and didn’t seem to mind.

  “Come on,” she said. “I have an idea.”

  What is she thinking?

  Rose pulled him by the hand to the row that seat 43 was in and started pushing by people. A couple of teenage boys were in seats 41, 42, and 43. Rose leaned forward, giving them a clear view of her cleavage as she addressed them.

  “Hey there,” she said. “Do you three mind giving up your seats for me and my husband?”

  “What?” One of the teenagers muttered a stunned reply.

  “It’s our anniversary, and this is where he proposed to me,” said Rose, hiding her hands in her tiny pockets. “I wanted to bring him here as part of our special day.”

  The teenagers looked at each other, shrugged, and then stood up and pushed their way down the aisle.

  “Happy Anniversary!” said one of him on his way out.

  Rose smiled at Max, and the two of them settled down into seats 42 and 43.

  “Nice work,” said Max.

  “Thanks.” Rose leaned over to him and planted a peck on his cheek. Max made sure the people sitting near them weren’t listening and then pulled her in close.

  “We should wait until the end of the movie to check this area,” he said. “It might end up being tricky with all these people around.”

  “Good thinking,” said Rose. “In the meantime…”

  The lights dimmed in the theater, and Max flinched in surprise as he felt Rose’s hand come to a rest on his crotch.

  “Let’s watch the movie,” she whispered.

  CHAPTER 14

  Max looked around nervously as the opening trailers started up on the screen in front of them. There was a seat open on either side of him and Rose. Unfortunately, with so many people in the theater, it was impossible for him not to be paranoid as she slowly worked his cock into an iron hard state.

  She must have a thing for sex in public, between this and last night at the dinner table.

  Rose, to her credit, was doing it in a way that was subtle and almost nonchalant. Her attention was focused on the screen in front of her, and she wasn’t moving her hand much. To anyone watching, it essentially looked like she was just resting her hand in Max’s lap.

  Her fingers were doing the real work, massaging Max’s cock through his shorts and slowly kneading it into an erection. Max tried to focus on the movie trailers, hoping that if he could keep from getting an erection, she would give up.

  We didn’t come here to get thrown out of the theater. What the hell is she thinking?

  Rose glanced over at him. She licked her lips and then positioned Max’s hand in her own lap. The last movie trailer ended, and the real movie started.

  At first, Max refused to play along. Rose had managed to make him hard, and that was already allowing her too much control over the situation, in his mind. As she slowly continued to grope at his cock, Max could feel himself getting unwanted pleasure out of it.

  If she wants to play this game, fine. I’ll make her give up first.

  He began rubbing his hand against her skirt. It was hard for him to do it with as much subtlety as Rose was managing, especially with his paranoia getting in the way. After a couple of seconds, however, he got into the groove of it.

  Rose’s crotch felt hot, as though Max had stuck his hand next to a heater. She slid her legs open to give him better access, and without meaning to, Max did the same so she could get a better grip on his cock.

  “I’m really enjoying this movie, Max,” she whispered. “Do you like it, so far?”

  Max didn’t say anything.

  This is ridiculous.

  “I can’t wait to see what happens next.” Rose kissed his neck softly. She leaned against him and lifted up the adjustable armrest in between them, resting her head on his shoulder and blocking the view of what they were doing from the people behind him. Her fingers unzipped the fly of his shorts with slow, steady movements.

  “Rose…” whispered Max. It was as though she didn’t hear him. Instead of objecting further, Max decided to go on the offensive. He ran his hand across Rose’s crotch and then, after looking to each side to make sure he wasn’t being watched, slid his hand up her skirt and into her panties.

  Rose shivered, and Max couldn’t resist smiling.

  Two can play at this game.

  His raising of the stakes apparently made her even bolder. She slowly worked Max’s cock out of his boxers, exposing it to the open air and the eyes of anyone who could make it out in the darkness.

  “Rose!” muttered Max.

  “Shhhh…” She kissed him on the
cheek again and then slowly began stroking him off. Max’s heart was raising, more from the fear of getting caught then from arousal.

  We’re going to end up on the sex offender’s list if she keeps this up.

  “It’s dark, Max.” Rose gave his cock a little squeeze. “Nobody is going to-“

  Suddenly, the entire row of people behind Max stood up. For a moment, he thought that they were busted, and shamefully moved to cover himself up.

  The people moved forward, toward the front of the theater and a couple of open seats that were a little better positioned than their old ones. The person on Max’s left went with them, apparently also part of their group.

  That was way too close.

  Max leaned his head back as Rose intensified her pace. He looked behind him. Their seats were on the side of the theater, and none of the seats in the few rows behind them had any people in them anymore. He let out a sigh of relief, and then immediately tensed up as Rose began to lean her head over to his lap.

  “What are you doing?” He kept his voice quiet and held her head back with his hand, glancing over at the people down the row to the right of them in a panic.

  “Relax, Max,” whispered Rose. “It’s fine. It will just look like I’m sleeping in your lap.”

  Why do I get the feeling that she’s done this before?

  Max continued to try to hold her back, but Rose was surprisingly determined. She got her lips down to the tip of his cock and gave it an exploratory lick. Max suppressed a moan and forced himself to play it cool and stare up at the screen.

  The female lead was undressing in the bathroom. Max hadn’t realized that the movie was rated R, but apparently that was the case. He caught a shot of her naked breasts as she slipped into the shower and began soaping up.

  Rose was bobbing her head up and down, sucking him off enthusiastically. Max had given up trying to finger her and take sexual revenge. She was too confident, too seductive, for him to be able to keep her in line.

  “Rose!” He tapped on the back of his head as he felt himself begin to approach his limit, and surprisingly, she stopped and smiled up at him.

  “Not yet,” she whispered.

  Rose reverted to stroking him off gently for another couple of minutes. It was absolute torture for Max. Every second of it made him more paranoid about getting caught, and Rose managed to hold him right at the edge of cumming.

  “Rose,” he whispered. “What are you doing…?”

  The person in the seat to the right of them stood up and walked into the aisle. Rose immediately moved into action, reaching under her tiny miniskirt and pulling down her panties. She climbed onto Max’s lap in reverse, still facing the screen as she lowered herself down onto his cock.

  “No!” Max tried to move her off him, and only ended up groping at her breasts. He could feel his cock poking against her tight entrance, and part of him, admittedly, was eager to take things further.

  “Just relax, Max,” whispered Rose. “This is going to feel so… good.”

  She dropped down a little, and both of them moaned in unison. One of the people in the rows in front of them looked back, and they froze.

  It’s done. We’ve been caught.

  The person turned back toward the screen, and as though it had never happened, Rose lowered herself down on his cock a little further.

  “Oh god, that’s good.” Her fingers dug into Max’s leg, and her entire body tensed up. Max brought his hand around to her crotch and slowly fingered her clit.

  “Max!” Rose shivered, and Max felt her cunt tense up around his member.

  She came just from that? No wonder she’s so into this stuff.

  Max wasn’t ready for the encounter to be done, even though part of him was desperately afraid of getting caught. He gripped Rose tightly around the waist and slowly began bouncing her up and down, feeling thankful for how light she was.

  It felt incredible, as though he’d finally taken the control back in the most erotic, pleasurable way possible. Promiscuous or not, her cunt was tight, and it fit his cock like a glove a couple sizes too small.

  “Max, you’re going to make me cum again!” Rose sounded a little worried, and it made him smile.

  “Are you going to scream, Rose?”

  Max bounced her up and down on his cock even faster, moving her enough for it to make a bit of noise. It was during a loud car chase sequence, and he hoped that the noise of the movie would be enough to hide it as his hips began to pound into Rose even faster.

  Fuck, I can’t hold out any longer!

  Rose had her second orgasm right as Max began to unload. It was insanely pleasurable, and he continued thrusting into her as his seed blasted out into her cunt. A single thought hovered in the back of his mind.

  I really hope she’s on the pill…

  The credits rolled on the screen, and Max was just aware enough to move Rose back to her seat and make himself decent as people began streaming by. He caught his breath, and then remembered why they were there.

  “Let’s see what we can find,” he said. Rose smiled at him and nodded.

  CHAPTER 15

  Max reached his hand underneath seat 43. He could feel something that had been securely taped to the bottom. After glancing around the theater to make sure the usher’s weren’t watching them, he dropped to the ground to get a better look.

  “Jesus, this floor is nasty,” he muttered. The new angle let him get one of his hands underneath the object and pull it free.

  “What is it?” asked Rose.

  “It’s… an envelope?” Max stood up, turning the relatively unremarkable discovery over in his hands. Rose leaned in to get a better look, almost blocking his view.

  “Well, don’t just stand there,” she said. “Open it!”

  “Excuse me, the two of you need to leave.” A grumpy looking usher stood at the end of their aisle, pushing a wheeled trash can.

  “Sorry!” Max grinned as he pulled Rose with him toward the exit. They quickly made their way down the hall and then outside, the bright sunlight causing Max’s pupils to ache from its intensity.

  “Open it, open it, open it!” Rose was hopping slightly, like an excited school girl. Max was excited too, and he quickly tore the side of the envelope off and reached inside.

  “It’s… another picture?” He pulled it out and took a look at it.

  It’s just a picture of an old billboard. And there is nothing on the back.

  “Max, I know where that is!” Rose clapped him on the back and giggled. “We can go there right now! It’s a little outside of town. If we hurry we can-“

  Max’s cell phone rang. He paused, and slowly took it out of his pocket.

  Mom and Dad are the only ones who ever call me, and even then, it’s pretty rare.

  He took a look at the screen and saw that in fact, the call was from his dad.

  “Hello?”

  “Max, buddy!” As usual, Terrance’s voice was a mixture of feigned enthusiasm and impatience. “How are you?”

  “Uh, fine, Dad,” said Max. “What’s this about?”

  “I need you to head back to our grandparents house and get your stuff together. You and your mom are headed home tonight, and then to the new place I’ve rented in Austin the day after tomorrow.”

  Are you fucking kidding me? We’re moving again, so soon?

  “Dad, I talked to Mom about this,” said Max. “About us maybe, well, staying her in Newhaven for a while.”

  “She told me.” Terrance sounded more impatient than ever. “Max, I don’t mean to belittle your ideas, but it just isn’t on the agenda. There’s nothing there for me in Newhaven, and hence, there’s nothing there for you.”

  “You don’t even come home on most nights!” shouted Max. “I like it here, Dad. I don’t want to leave.”

  “It’s not up to you, Max,” said Terrance. “Look, I understand that you’re lonely, and depressed, yadda yadda yadda, but get over it. Man up and get on board with the plan.”

>   Max started to say something else, but there was a click on the other side of the line, and he realized that his father had hung up. He stared into his cell phone’s home screen blankly for a moment.

  He doesn’t care about me, or about Mom. Everything is always about him.

  “Not good news, I take it.” Rose leaned forward and frowned at the sidewalk in front of her. “Sorry, Max.”

  “Don’t be sorry,” he said. “Come on, we have a treasure to find.”

  Rose smiled.

  The trip out to where the billboard apparently was took longer than Max had been expecting. The two of them had to take a bus and then walk for another couple of miles once it had dropped them off.

  “It shouldn’t be much further,” said Rose, as they made their way down the side of a rural road. The area looked as though it had once been an industrial park, but now most of the buildings were abandoned and run down.

  The sun was setting over the horizon to the west, and it made the sight of the billboard look intense and climactic. The fading colors and cracked paint of the advertisement were lit up in a way the was beautiful, and almost apocalyptic.

  “It matches the photo,” said Max, holding up the polaroid and comparing it. “Though it’s a little bit worse for wear.”

  “Yeah.” Rose shielded her eyes as she stared up at it. “The stoners at school like to come to the buildings around here and smoke weed when they need a place to be stealthy about it.”

  And this is where Mom and Jen left the next piece of the puzzle?

  “You’re sure there isn’t anything written on the back of it?” asked Rose. “Maybe some tiny hint as to where we might find what we’re looking for?”

  “No…” Max took another look at the billboard and then sighed.

  This is pointless. Why did I even come here in the first place?

  “Max…” Rose walked over to him and set a friendly hand on his shoulder. “You feeling okay?”

  “This is what always happens.” He shook his head and glared at a couple of overgrown patches of grass in the field ahead of them. “The second I start to get comfortable, it always ends up being right before we move. I’m sick of it…”