Cheri's Taboo Ten Vol. 2 (Cheri's Taboo Ten Boxset)

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  “Shit!” I said.

  “Oh my god!” she repeated. After taking a breath, she said, “I’m sorry,” and began to back out of the room. Her eyes glanced at the television, where the girl was accepting the guy’s last weak spurt into her mouth. The actress then gave the camera a sexy sideways stare, and expelled the man’s copious load slowly out of her mouth, letting it drip down her cheek. On the side where the camera would capture it, of course.

  Our eyes left the screen and met again. I must’ve been staring at her with the same shocked expression she was giving me.

  “I’m leaving,” she said, and turned towards the door. Then she stopped, paused for a moment, and turned back around.

  “I need my briefcase.”

  I glanced down at where it was leaning against the leg of the coffee table, then back at her. I gave her a little nod and tilted my head in that direction, letting her know it was ok to get it. Because I sure wasn’t getting up to hand it to her.

  She walked back into the room, keeping her eyes averted from me and the television – where the lower girl was now licking the splooge off of her friend’s asshole – and picked up her briefcase. She hurried out of the room, and then through the front door without turning back or saying a word.

  Fuuuuck. I leaned back on the couch, finally able to breathe. My cock was at half-mast and the crotch of my pajamas was soaked with goo. Looks like I’d finally have to wash them.

  On the screen, the owner of the cock – who turned out to be the father of the unseen child being babysat – was giving the babysitter a huge tip, along with her girlfriend who happened to stop by to help. As she took the money, he reached out with his finger and wiped off a streak of his cum from her forehead, holding it out so she could lick it clean. Gotta love those heartwarming endings.

  I sat there for several long minutes, staring into space, going over the events of what’d just happened in my mind. Fuck! That was too weird. I wasn’t sure how I could look my stepmother in the face again.

  But the more I thought about it, the more I relaxed. Hell, this was my house too, and if I wanted to jack off in the living room, that was my right. She shouldn’t have barged in like that. By the time I was done, I was convinced it was all her fault, and I was going to tell her that when she got home.

  Anyway, she was probably doing the same thing. There’s no way a woman as young as her could go without sex for a year. And she never went out on a date, so she must be taking care of business herself.

  As a matter of fact, I’d walked by her bedroom a few months ago, and had heard an odd low buzzing sound. At the time, I just thought it was her cell phone ringing. But now, as I thought back, I realized it might be something different. Hmm, I might have to do some exploring.

  I stuffed my now-soft cock back into my underwear, then buttoned the fly of my PJs. It was still gooed up, but I wasn’t expecting any more guests, so who cares? Wiping my hands on my shirt, I ejected the DVD and put it back in its case. Heading upstairs, I threw the DVD on my bed and went further down the hall to Karen’s room.

  Her bedroom was decorated in all white, from the carpets to the curtains to the bedspread, it was all a single color. So was the large dresser, which I now stood in front of. When I pulled open the top drawer, I was presented with a dazzling array of her panties and bras.

  Damn, she had a lot of them. And all kinds too, from lacy to plain, and everything in between. I picked out a skimpy thong and held it open, staring at the narrow strips of cloth. That would barely cover anything. Instinctively, I held it to my nose and inhaled deeply. Nothing. I folded it and placed it back in the drawer.

  Next, I held up a white cotton pair. They looked like something you’d find under a Girl Scout’s skirt. Oddly, I found them as exciting as the thong. Another sniff. Still nothing. I silently cursed Tide and all other laundry detergents.

  The next pair I pulled out were oddly shaped, and when I opened them, my eyes opened wide. They were crotchless. Sahweet! I imagined what they looked like on her, but that made me wonder about her pubic hair maintenance. Was she a naturalist, and let the forest grow free? Or did she follow a scorched earth philosophy, getting rid of all the underbrush and going with the ten-year-old hooker look? Or was she somewhere in the middle, removing some and leaving a cute little patch remaining? The Mohawk maybe? Tuft? Goatee? Landing Strip? Hitler? I was curious.

  Since there was no crotch to sniff on this pair (hence the name), I put them back. It was time to check out the bras.

  Karen was well-endowed up top, and her bras reflected it. Most of them were utilitarian, but there were a few sexy ones, with lace and frills. I found one that seemed to match the crotchless panties, and held it up. Damn. It had holes cut out for the nipples. Crotchless and nippleless. For the man who just doesn’t have the time to waste removing a woman’s undergarments. Like the panties, the bra raised a related question in my mind. What kind of areolas did Karen have? Were they little tiny ones, that almost looked like a guy’s? Or were they those huge kind, that almost covered the entire front of the breast? Or were they my favorites – nice and medium sized, pink with little raised bumps around the outer edge, with a nicely raised nipple protruding from the center that stood at attention when you suck on it?

  I realized my cock was beginning to stiffen again, and decided that fantasizing over my stepmother’s underwear was a little too freaky, even for me, so I decided to get on with the mundane task I came in here for: to search for her vibrator.

  I slid my hand under her panties and bra, feeling along the bottom of the drawer. Nothing. I closed the drawer and moved onto the next one down, which had socks and t-shirts. Nothing there either. The bottom two were just as dildo-free.

  Damn. Maybe I really had heard her cell phone going off.

  My eyes traveled around the room, and landed on the nightstand next to her bed. Of course. What was I thinking? If you’re lying in bed with a clitoral woodie, you don’t want to have to get up and walk to the dresser for relief. You want your buzzing friend close at hand.

  I walked over and sat on the bed, opening the top drawer of the nightstand. It was filled with all kinds of creams and lotions, hairbrushes, hairclips, fingernail files, tampons, and a few pill bottles. Women shit.

  I closed it and opened the next one down. Bingo.

  There it was, as plain as day, just sitting there out in the open. I reached in and pulled it out.

  It was blue, and made out of some kind of flexible plastic gel-like material. Coming out of one side was a shape, and when I looked closely, I saw it was a little rabbit head, with long ears. I grinned wide and flicked the rabbit’s ears with my finger. They vibrated for a second before coming to a stop. Very cool.

  Turning it over revealed a sliding switch on the bottom. Off was on one side, and ‘Max’ was on the other, with ‘Min’ sitting between them. My thumb flicked it to ‘Min’.

  It came alive in my hand, buzzing quietly, sending a tingling sensation through my fingers. Turning it right-side up, I watched the little ears. They were vibrating happily, and I had a sudden image of them brushing against Karen’s clit. My cock was swelling again.

  I slid the switch to the max position, and the toy buzzed louder. Much louder. The little rabbit’s ears were going wild, and I imagined that had to feel good against a throbbing clit. I moved it down to my crotch and pressed the vibrating shaft against the growing length of my cock. Oh yeah. Definitely nice.

  I turned it off and brought it to my nose. I could smell the faint aroma of plastic. Damn, my stepmom must be a neat freak. Does she wash it off after she uses it? What’s a pervert got to do to get a whiff of pussy around here?

  It was then my eyes spotted the wicker laundry basket. White, of course. I placed the vibrator back in the drawer and closed it, then walked over to the basket.

  Lifting the lid, I glanced inside. There was a black skirt and a red blouse visible. I vaguely remembered her wearing those yesterday. Reaching in, I moved them to the side. T
here was a balled up pair of panty hose, and her bra, then I found them. They were white and coiled up in a twisted mess, as if she’d rolled them down. I pulled them out and began untwisting, finally holding them out opened fully. They were high cut, with the waistband becoming straps on the sides. The material was nylon, with cotton in the crotch. I held them to my nose and inhaled.

  Finally. The sweet musky scent of pussy filled my head as I breathed deep. Very nice. I turned the crotch over and examined the inside. There was a small stain in the center, and I pressed my nose against it, inhaling deeply again. The scent was stronger, and my cock lurched to full hardness. As my nose and lips slid against the soft material, it occurred to me that Karen’s pussy had done the same.

  I held the panties up and stared at them. I wondered if she’d miss them.

  I went to my bedroom and jacked off with the panties pressed to my nose. It didn’t take long, and I came with the image of Karen’s pussy in my head. Well, it wasn’t actually Karen’s pussy, because I’d never seen hers, but the one I thought of was a good stand-in.

  When I was done, I felt guilty about jerking my cock to the scent of my stepmother’s sweaty cunt, and thought about returning the panties to the laundry basket. But I decided against it and put them in my dresser, under my socks. An hour later my guilt was gone, and I got them back out and jerked off again to their sweet odor.

  In the space of a half day, I’d gone from considering my stepmother a major pain in the ass, to lusting after her and wondering what she looked like naked.

  As I lay in my orgasm-induced stupor, I considered my options. How could I see her naked? After all, it was only fair. She’d seen my cock, so I should be able to see her pussy.

  I worked the problem over in my mind, and then something occurred to me. That time I’d walked by her room and heard the buzzing noise, was the time I’d stopped by my friend Paul’s house after school, and got home late. And when she finished her fun and came downstairs, she seemed surprised to see me sitting in the kitchen, and asked me how long I’d been there.

  So, that told me she was more comfortable playing with her toy when the house was empty. She probably assumed, correctly, that I’d be able to hear the buzzing from outside her door. A plan began to form in my mind.

  I went back up to her bedroom to scope it out. At the foot of her bed, there were two large sliding mirrored doors, which allowed access to her closet. The door on the right slid open to reveal her clothes, hanging neatly on their hangers. Behind the door on the left was all of my dad’s old stuff, which she hadn’t gotten rid of yet. So, it’d be highly unlikely she’d be opening that side this evening. She’d probably go into her side, but not my dad’s side.

  I stepped in among my dad’s hanging clothes and slid the door shut. It was a bit of a tight fit, but I shifted the hangers around and made room. Soon, I was able to stand at the far end with no problem. I then slid the door open about a half inch and looked out into the room. I had a perfect view of the bed. Now, all I needed was the balls to go through with it.

  I went back to my room and mulled it over. I was leaning towards abandoning the idea, when I noticed her panties were still lying out on the table beside my bed. First, I was pissed because I’d been stupid enough to leave them out, and then I picked them up and sniffed them again. As her musky scent floated across my synapses, the choice was made. I needed to see her naked. This time I remembered to put the panties back in my drawer.

  About fifteen minutes before she was due home, I sat down at the kitchen table to write the note:

  Karen,

  Paul came over and we decided to go to the movies. I’ll be back around 8:00. If I’m later than that, I’ll call.

  Tommy

  I stared at it and nodded. It was a masterpiece. She’ll know she’ll have the house to herself for a while. I stuck it to the refrigerator with a magnet. Then I went upstairs to wait in my room. I realized I hadn’t considered what I was going to wear. I considered doing it nude, but decided that if she decided to open the other door, I didn’t want to be standing there naked. There was a loose pair of shorts hanging from my chair, and I tried them on. Perfect. They’d give me enough room to get at my dick, but they offered protection if I was discovered.

  As I smoothed them down, I felt a lump in the pocket, and pulled out my cell phone. I began to toss it on my bed, but then stopped, an idea coming to me. Pictures! Maybe I could take some with the phone. Making sure the ringer was on vibrate, and the camera shutter was set to silent, I shoved it back into my pocket.

  At that moment, I heard the front door open, and I quickly got up and walked down the hall to her room. I situated myself in the closet as I heard kitchen noises from downstairs. She usually liked to have a small drink when she got home, and I wondered if she’d notice the note. Shit, I should’ve left it on the kitchen table.

  Listening closely, I could hear the faint sounds of glasses and ice, then silence. I was listening intently, and almost jumped a foot when my cell phone began vibrating. My heart beat rapidly as I pulled it out and looked at it. Damn, it was Karen calling, probably to verify where I was at. I had to answer it, or she might think I was on my way home.

  “Hello?” I said quietly into the open phone.

  “Tommy?”

  “Hi Karen.”

  “Where are you?”

  “I’m at the movies. Didn’t you get my note?”

  “Yes, but I wanted to make sure.”

  I smiled to myself. “Yeah, the movie just started, and I’m talking on my phone, annoying everyone around me. I gotta go.”

  “Ok Tommy. See you later. Um, I’d like to talk when you get home.”

  I realized she wanted to discuss my sploogefest this morning in the living room. “Ok Karen. Whatever.” I closed the phone and slipped it back into my pocket.

  There were a few more noises from downstairs, then she was coming up. She walked into the room and my heart beat quickly. She was wearing a gray skirt and white blouse, with heels and stockings, and was carrying a small glass of orange juice with ice, her purse, and a magazine.

  Shutting the door behind her, she set the glass on the bedside table, then stepped out of her heels. Next, her hands went to the waistband of her skirt, undid something, and it loosened and slid down her legs. I could see she was wearing pantyhose, with her panties underneath. When she bent over to pick up the skirt, I got a nice view of her ass as her blouse rode up.

  Her body was sweet. Nice and curvy, but compact. She was about five-four, with nicely rounded breasts.

  Next to go was her blouse, as she unbuttoned it then pulled it off of her arms. My eyes focused on how the top swells of her breasts were pushed up by her confining bra.

  The bra had a front clasp, and she deftly undid it, causing the stretched material to pull apart, revealing the creamy white skin between her soft mounds. She slipped her arms through the straps and her breasts were free, bouncing slightly. My cock hardened as I watched them. They were perfection. Nice and full with rose-colored areolas – the perfect size. She may’ve looked like the president of a company with her clothes on, but she looked more like a playboy model with them off.

  She sat on the bed and pushed down her pantyhose, rolling them down off her legs. Now clad in just her panties, she picked up all of her discarded clothes and put them in the laundry hamper.

  She then walked in my direction, and I thought she was heading for her closet, but she walked by me and into the bathroom. She didn’t close the door, but the angle was wrong and I couldn’t see in. After a few seconds I heard the sound of her peeing. It went on a surprisingly long time, then there was the sound of the toilet paper and then the flush. She washed up at the sink, and it sounded like she soaped up her face too.

  After a minute she reappeared and walked back to the bed, sitting on the edge as she took a drink of her juice. I hoped that her next move would be to skim off her panties and get the vibrator, but instead, she picked up her magazine and reclined back
on the pillows, browsing through it.

  Damn. Not much action here. And to make things worse, the magazine was blocking my view of her boobs. I was just about to resign myself to a boring readathon, when she reached down and placed her hand on the front of her panties, and pushed down with two fingers, causing the material to press between her pussy lips.

  She continued reading, but began to move her fingers in a slight circular motion, right at the top of her slit. Nice. My cock liked it, and began nudging against my shorts.

  She kept this up for another few minutes, and I could see her body starting to come alive with small twitches and hip rolls. Finally, she put the magazine down and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties, pushing them down off her hips and up and over her legs.

  Tossing the panties to the side, she allowed her thighs to fall open, revealing the sweetest trimmed pussy I’ve ever seen. The carpet matched the drapes, with her blond curls forming a neat triangle over her swollen labia. The hair was sparse enough to allow me to see the delicate slit formed by her puffy outer lips.

  She was fucking beautiful.

  Relaxing back onto the pillows again, she returned her hand to her crotch and pressed two fingers into the top of her slit. With a soft sigh, she began to move them in a gentle circular motion, obviously massaging her clit.

  My cock became an iron bar in my pants, tenting out the front of the cotton material. I pulled the elastic waistband down and tucked it under my balls, allowing my dick to arch out freely. As I continued to stare at my naked stepmother, I gripped my erection with one hand and began to stroke.

  She used her fingers for another minute before rolling on her side and reaching down to open her bedside drawer. When she straightened back up, she was holding the blue rabbit vibrator in her hand. Oh yeah.