TABOO TALES(erotica)

“Honey, are you horny, too?”Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“No, I’m…” he stopped as he caught her words. “Too?”

“I’m horny,” she whispered, and even as she spoke, she wondered where she was going with this. “I’m so goddamn horny, Vince.”

“You are?” He looked like a deer in headlights as he tried to think of something to say.

“I was doing the same thing you were.” Rose grabbed his wrist under the sheets, and slid it up her thigh, just missing her pussy as she rubbed it over the small patch of damp blonde fuzz on her mound. “I even took my panties off.”

“Shit.” His blue eyes went wide. “I mean, that’s…”

“Hot?” She asked. “It is, isn’t it?”

“Well, maybe if you weren’t my mom.” He responded with the right words, but he didn’t try and move his hand from where it rested just over her clit.

“Did you like mommy’s leg over yours? Is that why you put your hand on my thigh? Were you thinking about me while you stroked your cock?”

The questions came rapid fire, and in a throaty purr she hadn’t used since the last time she’d talked dirty to Brian. Rose wasn’t sure what had come over her, but knowing Vince was masturbating next to her, and possibly to the thought of her had her clit throbbing, and her nipples so hard they were beginning to ache.

“I…” Vince struggled for an answer, but even as he did his eyes were on her breasts. “Yeah, sorry, mom.”

“You don’t look sorry?” She nodded towards his crotch, then reaching under the sheet, grabbed his cock.

His hard cock. His hard, thick cock!

“Mom!” Vince gasped, his mouth dropping open and his eyes so wide it would have made her laugh if her focus wasn’t on the impressive pulsing erection in her hand.

“I know, this isn’t right.” Rose slowly stroked his cock as she spoke, and noted Vince made no attempt to stop her. “But its not right for us to be horny either, is it?”

“I guess not.” Vince breathed as she worked her hand down to the base of his shaft, and back up to rub her palm over the spongy head of cock. Long too… long and think. Oh God, she was so wet!

“Your father and I haven’t had sex in months, and he hasn’t gotten me off in two years.” Rose spoke softly as she continued to pump his cock. “That’s not fair.”

“Um, TMI?” he joked nervously, but still made no move from stopping his mother from jerking him off.

“And you’re such a good-looking young man, and I bet very good to his girlfriend. Not fair for you to be so horny that your mother’s leg on yours gets you going.”

“No,” he was breathing harder and his eyes were now on the sheet moving up and down. “Not fair.”

“Hmm, let’s see what we have here.” Rose drew her leg up and kicked the sheet away, exposing them from the waist down.

Vince had pushed his boxers down a few inches, and the sight of his huge cock in her hand, caused a wave of wet heat between her thighs. She’d been right, his cock was as beautiful as the rest of him.

And his balls, big and full. So full he needed to get off even with his mother next to him.

“Oh, honey, that is one fine cock.” She sucked on her lower lip. “It’s a goddamn sin that you have to jerk it off.” She stroked him faster and the moan he emitted had her thighs trembling.

“Mom, you shouldn’t be doing that.” He finally managed a protest.

“Doesn’t this feel better than doing it yourself?” Rose squeezed his cock just below the tip, getting another groan from him and a squirt of pre-cum flowing down her fingers as a reward.

“Yeah,” he moaned in agreement as she worked her hand around his dripping tip, getting her palm wet. When she resumed jerking him, her now slick hand glided along his shaft.

“It would feel a lot better for me too.” She pushed his hand between her thighs. “Feel how wet your mother is. Her poor little pussy needs attention, baby, and it would be so much more fun if you did it.”

“I… but…” he blinked as if wondering if he were dreaming. “What about Dad?”

Rose grinned. The fact she was her mother didn’t seem to matter to him anymore, he was worried about getting in trouble.

“He’ll never know, honey. This will just be our little secret. Its not like we’re having sex. I’ll give you a nice hand job, to help you relax and go to sleep, and you’ll finger me while you play with my clit. Make your mother come nice and hard.”

“Well…”

“Please, baby?” She looked up at him through her eyelids then slid her hand down his shaft, and cupping his balls gave them a squeeze. “Mommy really needs to come and so do you.”

“I mean, if you think its okay.” Vince’s fingers slid between the moist folds of her pussy, and her hips jerked when the edge of his hand rubbed her clit.

“Its okay!” She slid her hand back around his cock, marveling at the way her fingers were unable to touch around it. He hadn’t gotten that from Brian. “It’s so okay!”

Rose pulled the tank top up over her breasts, exposing them to her son.

“Damn, mom.” He stared at her tits with a look of desire she hadn’t seen from her husband in years.

“They’re kind of small, but they’re nice, right?”

“They’re amazing,” His eyes roamed down her breasts and along her body. “You’re so goddamn hot.”

“You just saying that because I’m playing with your cock?” Regardless of why, hearing him say it made her feel sexy, and she loved it.

“No, you’re really hot, a lot of my friends in high school used to bust me up and say they wanted to fuck you.” his fingers again probed her pussy. “Wow, you’re wet!”

“Put those fingers inside me,” she urged him by pushing her hips up, sliding his fingers to the right spot. “Two of them.”

Vince obeyed, and Rose released a loud moan. The last year all she’d had inside was a thin vibrator, and his two thick fingers were spreading her sorely neglected cunt as they pushed deep inside her.

“Lay on your side,” she whispered, “Get those fingers in deeper, and put your thumb on my clit.”

Vince responded with an eagerness that caused her pussy to gush around his probing fingers. He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow, while rubbing her clit with his large thumb.

“Yes!” Rose breathed, her hand on his forearm, squeezing it. “Push harder, honey, work your mother’s pussy.”

When Vince rolled to his side, she closed her legs, and crossed her ankles, pinning his hand between her legs. His cock was now resting on her thigh and Rose placed her hand on top of it, pushing it into her leg and sliding her palm up and down his length.

Vince’s thumb rotated on her clit, while he flexed his wrist, working his fingers in and out of her. Rose lay back on the pillow, moaning softly, her hips rocking into his fingers. She felt his cock pulsing against her leg, and his pre-cum oozing onto it.

She grabbed her nipple, rolling it between her fingers, then cried out in surprised pleasure when, with no hesitation, Vince lowered his head and sucked her other nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck!” She swore. “Someone’s done this before, haven’t they?”

Vince winked at her, that simple gesture causing her hips to buck hard into his fingers. God, for something that was supposed to be wrong it was so fucking hot! Hot enough that Rose’s thighs were already trembling and her legs straightening.

“Just like that,” she whispered. “Make mama come, Vince, then you can lay back and I’ll take good care of you.”

Vince moaned around her nipple when she gave his cock a squeeze for emphasis. His thumb pressed harder into her clit, and he surprised her again, by pushing a third finger into her sopping cunt.

As wet as she was, having three fingers inside bordered on uncomfortable for the first few seconds, but the fact he’d done it, and the way his tongue swirled around her attention starved tit, more than made up for it.

“Honey, you’re being so good to me,” she purred. “I’m going to make you cum so hard!”

“Get what you give, right mom?” he asked around her nipple, flashing her a sly smile that had her hips thrusting faster into his fingers.

It also had her wondering if he’d thought of her before because he seemed way too comfortable with her body, and what they were doing.

Then again, wasn’t she, and she’d never had a sexual thought about her son until tonight. Somewhere in her mind, Rose wondered how she’d feel about this tomorrow morning, but right now all she was feeling was the impending explosion that had her toes curling, and her back arching.

She’d stopped playing with his cock and her hand now roamed across Vince’s upper body, rubbing his back, his shoulder, then down his arm. The feeling of hard muscle beneath his sweaty skin increased her already out of control lust.

When she slid her hand into his sweat dampened hair, and pushed on his head, forcing his face into her breast, Vince moaned, and his cock twitched against her leg. The two of them were acting like a drunken couple having a hot one-night stand, neither caring, at least in the heat of the moment, who they really were to each other.

“Oh fuck!” Rose cried out, pinching her nipple harder, as she dug her fingers into his short hair, and pushed harder, all but force feeding him her tit. “Oh, God, Vince you’re going to make me come!”

The sound of her own words, and how wrong, yet right they sounded, sent her over the edge. Rose released a low guttural sounding moan as her pussy contracted around her son’s fingers, and the strongest orgasm she’d had in years slammed through her.

The low growling sound turned into a high-pitched squeal as she writhed on the bed, her hips bucking, and thighs clamping around Vince’s hand, grinding her wet cunt into him. He continued to work her clit, and wiggle his fingers inside her, his tongue busy on her nipple.