TABOO TALES(erotica)

Rose closed her eyes, recalling those days. How he would spend an hour between her thighs, licking, teasing, fingering with her feet on his shoulders or her long legs stretched out alongside him, playing with her nipples, moaning, and whimpering as he kept her on the edge of Cumming, but would back off.

When he’d let her come, her orgasm would be so strong she’d just lie there like a ragdoll, while he would left her limp legs, and plow into her, fucking her with delicious long hard strokes, just taking her, claiming his reward for turning her into a quivering hot mess.

Rose released a deep breath into the hot humid air. It had been months since she’d had anything between her legs other than her fingers or a vibrator. Just thinking back to those days had her nipples erect, and a different kind of heat between her legs.

She closed her legs, and bent them slightly, then straightened them. Rose repeated the move several times, and she had to part her lips and breath through her mouth as just the sensation of her thighs pressing around her tight enough to rub the panties against her now swollen clit had her on the verge of moaning.

The heat didn’t help. Ever since she could remember, the heat made her horny. Something about being sweaty and flushed, her flesh slick and warm, always got her worked up. Not that it took much these days, but what the hell was wrong with her? She was lying next to her son.

Not just next to, but Vince was taking up so much of the narrow bed, their sides were touching. That added to the heat, both externally, and she hated to admit it, but internally. God his body was hard! Even sleeping and relaxed his arm and thigh felt as if he were flexing them.

Rose’s attention turned to how her own long soft, and sweaty leg felt against his. If they were a couple, her a cougar on the prowl, and him the lucky young cub she’d decided to bring to this shitty motel to fuck while her inattentive and out of shape husband paid young girls to squeal for him.

Even the contrast of their skin was sexy. Vince deeply tanned from his summer landscaping job, and Rose who usually avoided the sun, except to take a quick swim, and even then, she slathered herself with sun block, was fair, bordering on pale.

Her light honey blonde hair would look good on his chest, and her body pressed tightly to his even better. Get a grip, woman, this is your son. Rose brushed it off as being yet another sign of how deprived she was. Fine line between deprived and depraved, she supposed.

Meanwhile, she was now horny as hell, and all but squirming on the bed. Rose slid her hand under the sheet and when she felt between her legs, she wasn’t surprised to find the crotch of her panties were wet.

She rubbed her clit through the silky material and had to bite her lip to avoid making any nice. Rose wiped her hair from her sweaty face. She should have put her hair up, but seeing it had been wet from the shower, she’d chosen to let it get the pillow wet to cool it off and keep her cool for a while as well.

The humidity in the room had dried it quickly, and now it was plastered to her face and shoulders. That should be annoying, but like the heat itself, in her randy mood she found it sexy. Her blonde hair darkened by sweat was a good look if she thought so herself, because, hell someone had to these days.

Rose rubbed her clit harder, and her other hand strayed under her shirt. She caressed her right breast, as if she were a lover exploring it, fondling it, gently, before her fingers found her nipple. She was breathing harder, and glanced to her right, making sure Vince was still asleep.

Rubbing through the panties felt good, but it was more teasing than satisfying. As absurd, and flat out wrong as it was, Rose decided she needed to get off. It always served to help her sleep, and with another long day on the road coming up, she needed to rest.

Rose released her breast, and lifting her hips, carefully eased her panties down so she could open her legs wide, the way she liked to when she had her ‘me time’. Watching, Vince she slowly drew her legs up, and pushed her panties over her knees.

She eased her right leg out, but left them around her left, so she could easily find and pull them back up. Just the thought of now being naked from the waist down while being next to Vince sent a strange, but pleasant feeling went through her.

Rose eased her left leg out and rolled her eyes when it dropped off the edge of the bed, because Vince had her right on the edge of it. She pulled her leg back up, wondering how she could do this as her right leg was pressed against Vince.

Another odd wave of heat went through her when she decided to raise her right leg, and gently drape it over Vince’s. She remained still, seeing if the weight of her leg woke him up. She held her breath when he grumbled something, and his eyes partially opened.

He didn’t seem to be completely awake as his left hand which had been on his stomach under the covers, moved, resting on her thigh. A shiver went through her at the sensation of his large strong hand on her inner thigh and about a foot away from her pussy.

Vince closed his eyes, and his breathing remained slow and steady. Relieved. Rose slipped her hand back between her thighs, amazed at how wet she was and knew it was partly the taboo of doing this so close to her son.

Her middle and ring finger slipped easily into her wet slit, and when she pressed her thumb to her clit, she had to stifle a gasp. Damn, she was wound up. With her arm touching Vince’s Rose didn’t rub herself to hard in fear of the movement waking him.

She closed her eyes and released a long shuddering breath as she worked her hand back under her shirt and captured her swollen nipple. Rose tried to envision some faceless young stud working her over heated cunt, first fingering, then eating her before stuffing her with the hard cock she desperately needed.

It worked for a minute or so, but her mind strayed to Vince’s hand on her thigh. She imagined him sliding it further, until he encountered his mother’s wet pussy. It would be his long thick fingers inside her, and she’d moan his name while he drove them into her hard and deep.

He’d make her come, then she’d roll over and ride him. Considering how amazing the rest of his body was, Rose had no doubt her son would have an amazing cock. Her breathing was getting faster and deeper and her thighs already quivering.

She straightened her legs, and bent her feet, her toes curling as they always did when she was straining to come. Despite the voice in her mind telling her she shouldn’t be thinking about Vince, her incestuous thoughts kept flowing.

She imagined being on top of him, her hands on his muscular chest while his were on her tits. Repeatedly driving herself down onto his cock and him moaning ‘oh, mom’ his hips thrusting frantically as his balls prepared to empty into his mother’s…

Rose stopped, when she realized the narrow cheap bed was shaking. She suppressed a whimper of frustration as she had been so close. She hadn’t thought she was rubbing hard enough to shake even this flimsy mattress.

The bed was still shaking. Her eyes flew open and she looked over at Vince. His eyes were closed, but like hers had been, his lips were parted, and he was breathing heavy. Her gaze shifted lower and her eyes widened.

The sheet was moving rapidly up and down, and the visible part of his arm was moving.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Vince was jerking off!

Talk about like mother like son! Rose became aware of his hand still resting on her leg moving lightly back and forth, caressing the soft skin of her upper thigh caress her soft skin. Her heart raced when she wondered if he were thinking of her while he stroked his cock.

“Honey?” Rose couldn’t resist. “You okay?”

His hand stopped moving, and he opened his eyes with exaggerated slowness, as he turned to look at her. “Huh?”

“You were shaking, are you okay?” She fought back a smile at the nervous look on his sweaty face.

“Um, yeah.” He nodded, his head bobbing in a jerky motion, and his eyes darting everywhere, but his face.

“You sure? You were making some groaning noises?” She lost the battle and felt her lips curving into a smile. “Bad dream?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he agreed, his head bobbing again. “Bad dream?”

His eyes had stopped moving and were now lingering below her face. Rose followed his line of sight and saw her nipples poking through the thin material, and with a start she realized her hand was still under her shirt.

“Are you sure it was a bad dream?” Rose eased her hand from her shirt, the move calling more of his attention to her breasts.

“Yeah why?” His eyes had gone lower, now focusing on where her other hand was still under the sheet.

“Because it looks like you were having a pretty good dream.” She pointed to the tent he was pitching in the sheet. A very large tent.

“Oh, um, shit!” As red as Vince was from the heat, the flush managed to deepen and his hands went to his crotch, trying to push down what looked like a very persistent erection.

“Then again, unless you jerk off in your sleep, that wasn’t really any kind of dream, was it?”

“What do you mean? I was… scratching myself, must have gotten bit on the leg, and…”