Helen let out a groan, but seemed to go with it. John continued guiding her head up and down, encouraging her to suck him off, and being almost overwhelmed by the illicit pleasure of it. He remembered his line right as it became relevant to the situation.
“Oh god, Rose,” he moaned. “I’m going to…”
He blasted his load deep into his mom’s mouth. She squirmed and broke her mouth free, cum dribbling down her lips as she looked at her son, shocked and embarrassed.
“That…that got way out of hand,” she said in a soft, but stern voice.
“Mom…jeez.” The guilt of what he had done fell on him like a ton of bricks. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay honey, we’re both actors,” she said. “It happens. We’ll just have to be more careful when we’re rehearsing from now on.”
He nodded, and his mom walked over to the bathroom. John tucked his cock back into his pants, and slowly walked up to his room, closing his door behind him and giving himself some time alone with his thoughts.
CHAPTER 4
The next day’s rehearsal was after school, and John drove his car straight there after finishing his classes. He tried to keep his mind occupied with thoughts of his homework, and the test he had coming up on Friday, but regardless of how hard he tried, his thoughts kept coming back to his mom, and what had happened the night before.
It seemed almost impossible for him to escape. The play was almost a trigger for him now. He couldn’t walk onto the set without his dick getting hard, and his mind filling with dirty, disgusting thoughts about her. The worst part of it was, it had felt good to him. Better than anything he had ever experienced before, and though he knew it was wrong, he wanted more.
As he walked into the auditorium, most of the cast was already assembled, including his mom. The director was talking to some stage hands off to the side, pointing them in different directions and handing him notes. John ended up walking over to where the other actors and actresses were sitting, and sat down on the far side of the group, away from his mom.
She was sitting next to a teenage girl that played one of the orphans. The girl seemed to notice him as he sat down, and whispered something to Helen, who immediately turned bright red as the girl began to giggle. John felt nervous, and did his best to just take it one moment at a time.
“Alright, do we have everyone here?” asked the director. “Great! We’re going to get started with the big scene today, the orphanage encounter. Places, everyone!”
The orphanage encounter referred to the scene in which Rose showed up in the orphanage, claiming to be there looking for her son, but ending up in one of the spare rooms with Maurice. The two of them end up letting their passions run wild, and have steamy, hot sex in the bed.
“Alright, can I get my Maurice and Rose over here?” The director waved to John and his mom, and they both walked over to him. “Listen, I need the two of you to really commit to these roles, can you do that for me?”
“Of course,” said Helen. “Just tell us what you need us to do.”
“I want this scene to look as realistic as possible,” said the director. “Maurice, when you enter the room, Rose is already going to be under the sheets, naked. The script calls for you to get into the bed with her reluctantly after taking off your shirt, I want you to take off your pants, too.”
John felt his heart race, but he nodded slowly to the director.
“Once you’re in the bed, take off your underwear as well,” he said. “I want this scene to be realistic! I realize that full on, naked touching is probably outside the realm of what you’re used to, but please, just go with it! It’s for the sake of the production.”
“We can handle it,” said Helen. “We’ll…find a way to make it work.”
She looked just as uncomfortable as John felt, but gave him an encouraging smile.
“Good!” said the director. “Alright, get into your places.”
John didn’t know what to think. He found himself debating whether or not to just walk off the set, and to leave the production. A voice in his head was working very hard to rationalize away his doubts, however, and his cock seemed to ache at the possibilities of the set up.
His mom stepped in close to him as they walked back stage. He stopped, and the two of them stood in a private spot in between two of the curtains.
“Honey, are you sure you’re okay with this?” she asked. “I know it’s kind of weird, with me being your mom and you…being my son.”
“It’s okay mom,” he said. “I can manage.”
“Look, it’s the director who wants us to be naked, it’s not really up to us,” she said. “But it will just be acting. We’ll be careful, way more careful than we were last night.”
John nodded, and then walked over to his entrance point. His mom walked back out onto stage and climbed into the big prop bed that had been set up. She disrobed underneath the sheets, dropping each piece of her clothing onto the stage in a manner that exposed nothing, but still managed to be incredibly provocative. A stage hand ran out and picked up all of her stuff, and John couldn’t help but stare at her panties in the pile.
“Alright, whenever you’re ready, Maurice,” called the director.
John stepped out on stage and walked over towards the bed.
“Rose,” he said. “Look, we have to stop this. We shouldn’t be alone together, not anymore.”
“Maurice, please…” His mother’s tone was sensual, and convincing. “Just lie with me here, in bed, as a woman. I know that you want to, just let yourself do it.”
John played up the hesitation of his character for a moment, and then slowly began to take his shirt off.
“Good,” whispered the director. “Now the pants, too.”
He felt a little awkward as he kicked off his shoes and dropped his jeans. His package was poking out against his boxers, and he could feel the stares of all of his fellow cast mates on it.
“Come to bed, Maurice,” cooed his mom. He looked at her intensely for a moment, his cock pulsing in a way that went beyond acting, and then walked over and climbed under the sheets.
His mom reached down to the waistband of his underwear and began pulling them down, allowing his hard, throbbing member to rub against the soft and silky bed lining. The two of them stared into each other’s eyes, playing up the climax of the performance, and silently exchanging a thousand illicit and taboo justifications for what was about to happen.
John leaned in and chastely kissed his mother, letting one of his hands reach up and grab near her breast. He had no intention of actually fucking her, but wanted to make it look as realistic as the director wanted. Helen lied back on the bed, and John carefully climbed on top of her, letting his cock push up flat against her stomach.
It felt good, much better than he expected that it would. He began moving up and down, simulating the sex in a way that still managed to be incredibly erotic, and feel like it was venturing well into forbidden territory. His mom let out a soft moan and lightly kissed his neck.
“Nobody is buying it!” called the director. “Turn it up a notch, I want to feel the heat!”
John began to slide further back with each pretend stroke, and action which caused his cock to burn with pleasure. His mom was wet, and he could feel her fluids beginning to lube up the skin in between them. His cock moved a little more downward, rubbing slightly against her folds, and John felt his mind begin to fog over.
“Still not enough, come on you two,” said the director. “Let your inhibitions go. Make it as real as you can.”
John pushed forward, without realizing that his mom had shifted the angle of her hips slightly. The head of his cock pushed into her cunt, enveloping the tip with an amazingly satisfying warmth. His mother’s eyes went wide, and she stared at him, horrified.
“He said to make it look real,” whispered John.
“I know honey, but this is…”
“It’s only acting, mom,” he said softly. “Just play along.”
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He pushed in further, feeling his mom’s pussy expand to accept his length. It felt incredible, and he couldn’t help but let a small moan escape from his lips. His mom was biting her lip, and her face was bright red with either arousal or embarrassment, or both.
All of the sudden, John began to get into the scene. He pumped into her harder, grunting with each stroke. He was fucking his mom, and loving every second of it, so much that all of the guilt and shame seemed to be secondary to the pleasure that had taken hold of him.
Helen began to moan, and John could see in his mom’s eyes that she clearly couldn’t believe what was happening. It seemed like she was trying not to enjoy it, and failing, and he felt her legs wrap around his waist and begin to urge him on as he took her with a primal lust.
“That’s better!” called the director. “Keep going, keep going!”
John didn’t need any encouragement. His hips were on autopilot, and the sound of their bodies slapping together was echoing throughout the auditorium. Helen began to scream out as he fucked her, and for a moment he was worried that she might give them away to the audience, who were still none the wiser to what was going on, or at least so John hoped.
He knew that he had to slow down, and bring the scene in to a close, but when John tried to will his body back into a calmed and controlled state, it only seemed to push him further into the depths of depravity. He groped at his mom’s perfect tits, and fucked her hard. She began to cry out and then tense up, and then John pushed deep inside her for one last, final thrust as his cock began to explode and shoot out its load.
Helen was shaking her head as her son came inside her, as though she couldn’t believe what they had done. John stopped kissing her and stared at her, trying to think of something to whisper in her ear to make it okay. The crowd began to clap dumbly, complementing the two of them on a performance that looked almost too real for them to believe.
“Excellent job, you two!” called the director. “The two of you have amazing chemistry together. With acting that convincing, there are a lot of other roles you’d be perfect for.”
John turned back towards his mom, and she looked at him disapprovingly. She had broken out of the role of Rose, and was back to being the authority figure that he knew and loved.
“Be more careful,” she whispered. “Next time we rehearse this, things are going to be different!”
John nodded. He couldn’t wait.
END
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Caught In The Act
By
Anya Merchant
Copyright © 2014 by Anya Merchant
All rights reserved
Kindle Edition
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers.
CHAPTER 1
Derrick did a full sweep around the house to make absolutely sure that nobody was home before he got started. Getting caught would mean the end of his life, essentially. His cock tingled in anticipation for what he was about to do as he made his way up to his step mom’s room.
Stacy had been a part of his life for about seven years, and from the very start, it had been achingly hard for Derrick to accept her as a parent. She was by far the most attractive woman that Derrick had ever met in person, with a thin waist, big, perfect tits, and a gorgeous ass, and it seemed like he entered puberty the year after she married his father.
Ever since then, it had been almost impossible for Derrick to keep his mind off her. Unwanted sexual thoughts were just a fact of his existence. It had been easier in his early teens, before he knew just how wrong and perverted the urges really were, but now as an eighteen year old, the shame and guilt of his obsession only seemed to pour gasoline onto the already raging fire of his lust.
After checking the downstairs one last time, he ran up and into Stacy’s room. Her underwear drawer was the top left compartment of her dresser, and he opened it and selected a pair of fresh silk panties. Derrick loved the idea of cumming in them and would often do just that when she wasn’t home. The idea of depositing his seed into a pair of them and then having his mom wear them without realizing it was enough to get him rock hard even just thinking about it afterwards.
Derrick’s dick was already stiff as he unbuckled his belt and slowly lowered his pants down to the ground. He leaned back on his parent’s bed and began to rub the fabric against his hard member. It felt amazing, and his cock seemed to twitch as it made contact.
There was a certain amount of conflict and guilt that set in every time Derrick gave in and decided to indulge in his perversions. He would always do his best to talk himself out of it, and on the occasions when he did give in, his mind would rationalize it away as a harmless joke, something that he was doing for a laugh as opposed to a fetish.
The pleasure shooting through his hard member was amazing, and Derrick let himself drift off on the bed as he began to stroke faster, and faster. A small pearl of pre cum formed on the tip and soaked into his mom’s panties, leaving a small wet spot on the fabric.
And then, out of nowhere, the door opened. Derrick didn’t have time to think, much less react. His mom was standing in the doorway, her jaw dropped open, wearing nothing but a towel that barely managed to contain her big breasts and naked figure.
The bathroom had been the one place he’d forgotten to check, Derrick realized. His mom must have been preparing for her shower when he got home, and he couldn’t overhear the sound of running water from inside her room. He felt his face flush bright red with shame and embarrassment, and tried to think of something, anything, that he could say in his defense.
“Derrick,” whispered his mom. “What are you doing?”
“Mom!” he stammered. “I was just, I ended up…”
“There’s no way that you can explain this away, honey,” she said to him. “I know exactly what was going on here.”
Stacy seemed much more relaxed than Derrick could understand her being. She walked over and sat down next to him on the bed. It was hard for him to even look at her without feeling ashamed, as though he had committed the ultimate betrayal as a son.
“Mom, please,” he said softly. “I, I made a mistake.”
“How about you let mommy fix your mistake for you?” whispered Stacy.
Derrick finally looked over at her, surprised by his words. She was staring at him, and the cleavage poking out from the top of the towel was glistening from the droplets of water left on it.
“Just let mommy take care of everything,” she said. “I know you’re embarrassed, but I can make you feel better, sweetie.”
Derrick almost jumped off the bed as his mom began to run her hand up his naked thigh. She took her panties from him and tossed them into the hamper, and then slowly let her fingers creep closer and closer to his package.
“Mom…” said Derrick. “
What are you doing?”
“You know exactly what I’m doing, honey,” she replied. Derrick’s hand was covering his cock, in a pathetic attempt for him to maintain his modesty. Stacy took it and gently moved it aside, and then wrapped her palm around his dick, and action which made pleasure strike into his body like lightning.
“Oh god!” said Derrick.
“Shh, honey, it’s okay,” she said. “I know it must be tough for you, being a teenager with overflowing hormones. Just let mommy take care of you…”
She began to jerk his cock up and down, slowly and methodically. Her hand was hot, and Derrick couldn’t tell if it was from the shower water or the intensity of the situation. He swallowed hard, and then brought his eyes back to his mom’s face.
She had a lustful look in her eyes, and was licking her big, soft lips seductively. She looked at Derrick and smiled at him, pumping his cock even faster and making him shiver with pleasure.
“There are a lot of temptations out there for a big, strapping boy like you, Derrick,” she said. “I want to make sure you have your priorities straight.”
She hesitated for a moment, and Derrick thought that she might be about to stop. He pushed his hips up, as though to encourage her to keep going.
“Of course, mom!” he said. “I know, I mean, I do.”
“Then you should let mommy take care of you, just like this.” Stacy was stroking him off again, and Derrick could feel himself moving into dangerous territory. Strange emotions began to invade his head, and he found himself feeling guilty over what was happening.
“Mom…” he said. “If you keep going, I’m going to-“
“You’re going to what, honey?” asked Stacy with a devilish smile on her face. “Are you going to be a nasty boy, and cum right in front of your own mother?”
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