Coming Home (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  Rose took a couple of steps away from him and folded her hands behind her back.

  “Then put your foot down.” She smiled at him. “Don’t leave.”

  “My dad is-“

  “Your dad is trying to push you around, and it doesn’t sound like he’s used to not getting his way.” Rose pushed up onto her tiptoes and looked Max directly in the eyes. “You don’t have to give up, Max.”

  Max shook his head, still unconvinced.

  “I’m serious!” She took him by the hand and started pulling him toward the billboard. “And this treasure, whatever it is we’ve been looking for, is a part of it. Let’s find it, show it to your mom and my mom both, and get them to see…”

  “To see what?”

  Rose let go of his hand and smiled at him, hands set on her hips in a determined fashion.

  “That sometimes a friendship is worth investing in.”

  There was no obvious way to get up to the raised section of the billboard, but Rose found grips for her hands on the metal poles on either side of it and began shimmying up slowly. Max watched her for a second, and then followed after.

  The billboard was only about twenty or thirty feet off the ground, but it felt like much more. The climb became trickier as the black, sun-heated metal began to make Max’s hands sweat. He tightened his grip and forced his body up the last few feet.

  “Whew.” He breathed a sigh of relief and joined Rose on the billboard’s maintenance platform. She was examining the front of the advertisement carefully, looking for any clue that would give away what they were looking for.

  “It’s really old,” she said. “Odds are good that it was already in disuse when they hid the treasure up here.”

  Max nodded and then made his way over to the other side of the advertisement. There were a bunch of interlacing diagonal supports, and he spotted something on one that drew his attention.

  “Rose,” he said. “Over here.”

  Max reached out and ran his fingers across what they’d come there to find. It was a tiny combination locked, secured onto one of the thinner connecting supports of the frame of the billboard. The back of it was facing out, and a simple combination of letters was written in nail polish on it.

  K + J = BFFs

  “That’s it?” Rose slowly shook her head back in forth in disbelief. “That’s what we spent the past two days looking for?”

  “Yup,” said Max. “I think it was exactly what we needed to find, too.”

  He pulled out his phone and snapped a couple of photos of it before smiling to Rose, who still looked incredibly let down and frustrated.

  “Come on,” he said. “Let’s go home.”

  CHAPTER 16

  It was dark when the two of them arrived back in their neighborhood. Max said a quick goodbye to Rose and then slowed as he approached the door of his grandparent’s house.

  I’m not ready to leave yet…

  He opened the door and stepped inside. Kim was leaning against the kitchen counter with a book in front of her, slowly flipping from page to page. She was wearing a robe that was tied closed loosely, letting a flash of her cleavage show through.

  “Oh…” She looked up at him as he walked into the kitchen. “I was starting to get worried, honey.”

  “Mom…”

  What really happened last night? Why am I getting hard right now, from looking at her?

  “Look, sweetie, I know you’re not happy with your father’s decision, but I think it’s for the best.” Kim moved away from the counter and over to her son, setting a gentle hand on his shoulder. “This place isn’t a good fit for me. Too many bad memories…”

  “Are they all bad?” Max reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, stepping in closer to his mom.

  “What?”

  He flipped through his photo album until he found the one he’d taken of the lock.

  “We found the treasure, Mom,” he said. “The treasure that you and Jen spent so much time hiding.”

  “My god…” His mom’s hand tightened on his shoulder, and it looked as though she was trying to suppress a smile. “We spent a couple of days coming up with the locations. We never thought that anyone would actually try to follow the clues.”

  “Well, I did,” said Max. “And I want to try something else out, Mom. I want to try staying put, for once.”

  “Honey, it’s already been decided…” Kim sounded less convinced than she had before, but still resolute. “I care about Jen, I always have, even when I was mad at her. But…”

  “But what?” Max faced his mother, holding both of her hands in his and pressing in a little closer. “This isn’t about what Dad wants. He’s not a part of our lives, Mom. He doesn’t care about us like we care about each other.”

  “Max… what are you trying to say?”

  Max leaned in slowly and kissed his mother, not on the cheek, but on the lips. As he pulled back, he could see a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and a little something else on her face.

  She’s still holding back her smile.

  “Max, what are you thinking? I’m your mother, we can’t…”

  Max leaned forward, pushing her back against the kitchen counter and kissing her neck. The breath pushed out of his mom’s lungs in a surprised and slightly aroused gasp.

  “Mom…” His cock was rock hard and pressing into her thigh, but doubts still raced in the back of his mind.

  This is insanity. She’s my mother. I’m never going to be able to live the shame of this down.

  One of Kim’s legs wrapped around Max’s waist, though whether it was intentional or involuntary, he had no idea.

  “Max.. Is that?” His mom looked at him in shock as she shifted on the counter, his cock pressing toward its illicit target. “Are you… hard right now?”

  Why would she ask that? Then again, why am I doing this in the first place?

  Max slowly nodded and then leaned his face in toward hers again. His mom watched him with restrained eyes, and then they kissed.

  Passion flared and for a moment the two of them pushed against each other in a horny, lustful embrace. Max ground his cock against his mother and started to pull open her robe further.

  “This is crazy…” Kim spoke the words softly, as though she couldn’t decide whether they were an objection to what was happening or part of the seductive foreplay.

  “Mom… I…” Max swallowed, feeling his cock throbbing for her in his pants.

  I don’t know what’s wrong with me. She’s my mother and I want to… I need to fuck her.

  They kissed again, and his mom let out a moan as their tongues passionately began to swirl into each other’s mouths. Max pulled off his t-shirt and pushed his mom back on the counter, spreading her legs open and drinking in the sight of her naked body.

  “But… you’re my son…” Kim’s words were contradicted by the look in her eyes, lust mixed with intense arousal. She held one hand up to her mouth as she started to squeeze his hard cock through his shorts with the other.

  “We love each other, Mom,” whispered Max.

  “What about your father?” His mother’s breasts were on full display, so big and alluring, and dotted with sexy pink nipples.

  “Mom…” Max clumsily pulled his shorts and boxers down, letting his erection out of its confines. “I… I have to have you.”

  “No, don’t say that!” Kim shook her head even as she twisted her hips up and spread her legs even further apart, almost daring him to do it.

  “It’s true though, Mom.” Max slid his cock up to the entrance of her pussy, letting it hover just an inch away from her cunt. “It could be our little secret.”

  “This is insane, sweetie!” His mom’s breathing has heavy, and her chest heaved up and down with each inhale.

  “It will feel so good, Mom,” whispered Max. “And we’ve always done so much for each other.”

  “Max…” She locked eyes on him and licked her lips, shaking her head slightly and blushing. “Ho
ney…”

  “We take care of each other Mom,” said Max, letting the tip of his cock run up her velvety folds. “We both have needs!”

  Kim bit her lower lip and let her legs wrap around her son. Her eyes met his, and slowly Max leaned in to kiss her again.

  She’s my mother, and yet she’s so much more.

  Their lips pushed together. Max felt her mouth moving back in a way that felt almost shameful, painfully aware of just how wrong and fucked up the entire situation was.

  “Max…”

  He slid the head of his cock into her, feeling both of their bodies shiver in unison at the illicit pleasure that it brought to the experience.

  “Oh god, Max!” Kim arched her back and ran her hand through her son’s hair. “Sweetie!”

  “Jesus Christ, Mom!” Max almost couldn’t believe it himself. “I… I have to do it!”

  He slowly began to pump into her. His mother cradled his head against her neck with one of her arms, holding him in as tender of an embrace as any mother would hold their son as he began to fuck her.

  Part of Max felt betrayed, betrayed by his own primal urges and deep-set, illicit emotions. He had his cock inside of his mother, and it felt unbelievably good, but it was still wrong in every sense of the word.

  If it’s wrong, then why do I want to cum inside her so badly?

  He pumped a little faster, and his mother let out a half-stifled cry of pleasure.

  “You’re so big, Max,” she moaned. “Oh god, yes…”

  His hips were on autopilot. He thrust his cock forward, letting his crotch slam against hers. She was wet and warm, and every movement felt like a slice of paradise.

  Kim was an active participant. She bucked her hips up to meet each of his thrusts, but that wasn’t all. One of her hands was on Max’s lower back, and the other was on the back of his head. She guided him to stay in time with her, slowly leading him into her rhythm. Slowly guiding Max as he fucked her, his own mother.

  “Oh shit!” cried Max. “Mom!”

  He could see her as his mom, but also as the teenage girl from the photo. The two had become one. She was his mother, the most important woman in his life, but also an object of desire. He was ashamed of himself, but he wanted her to be both. The combination turned him on.

  Max groped at her breasts and leaned back. He watched his cock disappearing inside her tight cunt. He watched his mom’s face, the way she bit her lower lip as though she was in the middle of tackling a hard problem, head on.

  This is the ultimate hard problem. The problem of her son’s hard cock, and unnatural, perverted attraction to her.

  It was a struggle for him to hold off his moment of climax, but he used every ounce of his willpower to manage it. The experience was like something out of a bizarrely twisted, yet pleasurable dream.

  Kim had taught Max how to ride a bike, and how to tie his shoes. She’d led him through so many of the defining experiences of his life. And now here they were, with her subtle movements leading him deeper down a forbidden sexually rabbit hole.

  “That’s it, sweetie!” She was just as lost in the sex as he was, both mother and son, partners in a taboo game. “Oh Max, oh god!”

  Kim’s entire body tensed up and she dug her fingernails into Max’s back as an intense orgasm swept through her. Max felt his own moment of truth approaching, and he began to slam his cock into her with renewed vigor, pounding his mom against the counter and making the whole kitchen echo with the sounds of their lovemaking.

  I can’t come back from this! I’m going to blow!

  “Mom!” Max let out a cry and buried his face between her breasts as his cock began to spasm in illicit bliss. His cum shot deep inside of her, and he didn’t stop thrusting. It was as though his body wanted to make sure that every drop of his seed ended up where it was supposed to.

  This is… perfection.

  He stayed on top of his mom and kept his cock inside of her, even after the moment had calmed down. His cock felt warm nestled inside her pussy, as though it had found true acceptance. Kim ran her hand through his hair softly and held him against her, cuddling with her son as they had done so many times before throughout his childhood.

  “We’ll stay,” said Kim, after several long minutes. “We’ll stay here in Newhaven, as mother and son, and continue on with our lives.”

  “What about Dad?” Max pushed up and looked at her, beautiful, naked, and freshly fucked.

  “He’s never been involved with us,” said Kim. “I’m not concerned about what he wants.”

  Max slowly pulled out of his mom’s embrace and pushed off the counter.

  “Are you going to tell him?” he asked, fearing the answer.

  His mom smiled and shook her head.

  “Tell him what, sweetie?” Kim pulled her robe back on and sat on the edge of the counter. “I’m your mother, you’re my son, and we love each other.”

  “Yeah,” said Max. “We do.”

  Kim tousled his hair, and Max felt a wave of happiness and satisfaction wash over him.

  “I think I’m going to like it here,” he said.

  “Me too,” replied his mom.

  END

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  FREE EXCERPT FROM AFTER THE FALL: CLOSE AND CONFINED

  CHAPTER 1

  “A couple more explosions would have been nice, but yeah, it was good.”

  Jack turned the handlebars on his bike to the left and cut a meandering turn across the empty night street. His friends, Jason, and Mitch, were on their own bicycles on either side of them. The three of them were on their way back from the movies after watching the newly released sequel to one of their childhood classics.

  “I really liked the female lead,” said Jason. “Though I wished that they would have let the shower scene go on for a little longer, instead of making it such a fucking tease.”

  Jack laughed and let his hands drop from the bike for a moment as he balanced with just his legs. It was past nine, and the sky above them was surprisingly bright and vivid, with the moon sharing the stage with the stars. Usually, the combination of smog and light pollution in their area made it look empty.

  “I can’t really disagree with that.” Jack smiled. “She definitely did have some nice, uh, proportions. What did you think, Mitch?”

  Out of the three of them, Mitch had always been the quietest. He was looking up at the sky too, and pulled his gaze back down to the group as he thought about Jack’s question.

  “It was good.”

  Jack nodded.

  Short and sweet, that’s Mitch for you.

  “I thought the woman who betrays, what’s her name… Kim?” Jason scratched his head and then shrugged his shoulders. “Dude, she looked just like your stepmom!”<
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  Jack opened his mouth to respond and then held back.

  He probably didn’t mean anything by it. The two did look a lot alike.

  “Yeah, I noticed that too,” said Mitch.

  There was an awkward silence in the air. Over the course of the past four years of his high school career, all the way up until he’d graduated at the start of the summer, Jack had endured sidelong comments about Rebecca, his stepmom. She was 35, heavily involved in the local community and school fundraisers, and the fantasy of just about every straight, horny male in town.

  “Whatever, I guess,” said Jack. The three of them rounded the corner onto his street. As Jack’s house came into view, he could see that the topic of their conversation was standing outside, pulling down a couple of sheets drying on the clothesline.

  Rebecca was a petite woman, with large breasts that looked even larger than they should have on her small frame. Her waist was trim, and her butt pushed out into in bodacious, eye-catching curves. All she had on at the moment was a thin nightgown that blew tantalizingly in the wind as she pulled laundry down from the line.

  “Jesus, man,” whispered Jason. “You are so lucky.”

  Jack turned his head to glare at him.

  Lucky? Is that really what you think?

  “That’s my mother you’re talking about, ass clown.” He shook his head and began to pedal a little faster, pulling into the front of the group. Rebecca saw the three of them coming and set the laundry basket down so she could wave. A gust of wind rolled through the street, and she pushed the bottom of her dress down and laughed, looking like a caricature of a 1950s pin up model.

  “Hey sweetie,” she called. “How was the movie?”

  “It was fine.” Jack’s voice was curt and emotionless. He turned back to his friends who were circling in the driveway on their bikes, almost like jackals zeroing in on an easy kill.

  “Do your friends want to come in for a minute?” His mom smiled at Jason and Mitch behind him. “I made some cookies if you guys aren’t already overstuffed on popcorn.”