TABOO TALES(erotica)

“Hey, fair’s fair. I don’t like wearing these briefs, you know. They’re really uncomfortable. Besides, we’re in the privacy of our own home. It’s just you and me. We’ve got a 6-foot fence, and none of the neighbors are home. And we can’t have you tan unevenly.” He noticed how she seemed to act differently now, more restless. Nervous, she gulped more of her drink. He moved closer, her breathing more rapid and shallow.

“I’m waiting, Mother. Or maybe you’d prefer that I show your porn photos to our local priest.” He drank more. It was obvious that she was torn between cooperating and resisting. To increase the pressure, he straddled the chaise lounge, the pouch of his briefs level with her face and only inches away. “Do it.” A fleeting thought crossed her mind. If she agreed to go topless, would he force her to suck his cock, inches from her face?Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“All right, just this once, since you’re insisting,” she said, with a tone that feigned irritation and indulgence. Slowly, she reached behind her neck and tilted her head up at him, her enormous hazel eyes opened wide.

“Yes Mother, show me your tits. I know you’re proud of them.” She untied the knot and ever so slowly lowered the small triangles. He gasped. Her tawny breasts were magnificent, especially the black aureoles and nipples. Finally he got to see in daylight the thick stalks of her nipples, which were shamelessly aroused. She couldn’t believe that her son had ordered her to strip, that she was sitting in front of her son with her breasts wantonly exposed and feeling excited as never before.

“They’re beautiful.” She started to undo the remaining clasp in the center of her cleavage but he stopped her, thinking that she looked more lewd with the black strings and triangles hanging off her chest.

“There’s something else I want you to do. We don’t want your tits to get sunburned, do we? They should be protected.” She shook her head, amazed that she’d obeyed him, ashamed at her flagrant nudity. He was controlling her, yet she felt like her true, inner nature had finally been freed. She was strangely exhilarated, as if this was something she’d wanted deeply for a long time.

“Turn to the side.” She swiveled so that she was facing the table, feet on the ground. He moved the two bowls full of sun block to the table edge, positioned and spaced carefully in front of her. “Drink up. You’ll need it for your punishment.” Fearful, she began perspiring more heavily as the tension grew, her panties well beyond damp. They both drank. As soon as she replaced her now-empty glass on the table, she swooned from the heat, the rum, and the situation.

“What punishment?” she murmured, appearing unconcerned. “I haven’t done anything bad.”

Matt grabbed the back of her head to steady her and slowly pushed her head forward. “Oh? I was emptying the kitchen trash when I noticed a burnt smell. So I looked in the trash and found my favorite shirt-ruined.”

“I’m sorry. . . I was daydreaming. . . and the next thing I knew it was too late.”

“Then, to make it worse, you didn’t even tell me,” he said. “That’s two infractions.”

“I’m sorry. . . I was too embarrassed.”

“And?”

“And afraid.” Matt waited for more of an explanation. “Afraid that you’d punish me.”

“You were right to be afraid. What are we going to do about your discipline?”

“I guessed that since you punished my nipples last night, you might hurt my breasts today?” she eked out in a small, contrite voice.

“Punish your tits how?”

She gasped in fear, realizing his plan and started to rise from the chaise in order to escape. He grabbed her hands forcefully, yanked them behind her, and held her wrists with one hand. His other hand returned to the back of her head and continued tilting her forward. She yelled.

He pushed each hanging breast into its own bowl of sun block. She screamed from the pain of the hot lotion and the hot bowls and writhed as the sensitive breast flesh was immersed in lotion that had been baking in the blazing sun for hours. Only when her struggles quieted did he pull her hair back, release her hands and return her torso to a vertical posture. “Aren’t you going to thank me?” he asked.

“Th-thank you?” she said, bewildered with the pain. She sat there, hands still behind her, thick white lotion like cum covering her heaving breasts, the black nipples, now gigantic, poking obscenely through the steaming white lotion. She grimaced as the pain slowly abated.

“For disciplining you, for applying a ‘correction,’ I think it’s called.” He refilled her glass and held it to her lips, tantalizingly out of reach.

She capitulated, desperate for a drink. “Thank you for applying the correction to me.” He titled the glass against her lips and she drank greedily. He was mesmerized by the sight of the sun block dripping off her breasts onto her bronzed belly and thighs. A dark stain had spread from the center of her bikini bottom. The painful breast discipline had turned her on. “Do you know what you look like, your tits covered in cream?” By the look in her eyes, she knew exactly what he was talking about. “Tell me.”

It was a struggle for her to form the words. “Like icing on a wedding cake? ” He shook his head. “Like you jerked off on my breasts?” she guessed.

“Sort of. Actually, you look like you jacked off a whole bunch of guys until they all came -not ejaculated – on your tits, not breasts. Do you understand the difference?” Reluctantly, she nodded with this fresh dose of humiliation. He lifted her legs and swung them back onto the chaise arms.

“But you don’t want the neighbors to come over from your yelling?” She shook her head. “Then finish taking off your top. We need it.” He took the fabric from her, bundled it into a ball, and held it at her closed mouth. She sat as if in a trance. “Mother, do you want them running into our backyard and seeing you, exposed in front of your son with your big tits hanging out, dripping with what they’ll think are several loads of fresh semen?”

She shook her head and slowly opened her wide mouth. He pushed the material between her meaty lips into her mouth as a makeshift gag. “Now, isn’t that safer?” She nodded her head, transfixed about where this was going. Something that had begun a few days ago as a little innocent, harmless teasing and fun was becoming way serious. She saw no end to the degrading possibilities. “And as long as you won’t be yelling any more, there’s no need for you to see any more. Let’s protect your eyes from the sun.” He picked up a pair of small, black goggles from a tanning salon and fitted them over her head and eyes. “Well, don’t just sit there, Mother. Rub the lotion into your tits . . . If you don’t, I will.”

She massaged the thick cream into her breasts, her breath deepening. There was so much of it that she also worked it into her upper chest. “Don’t forget those thick nipples of yours.” She rubbed the hot white cream into the black points, pulling them with her fingers and sticking the edge of her nails into them, her pussy spasming.

“Now cup your hand under your right breast. Good. Lift it up.” It was as if she was making an offering of her breast to him. He slapped it, hard. Matt wondered if this was discipline or sadism? Startled, she dropped her smarting breast and moaned, more in surprise than pain, her cunt convulsing. He waited. After a few seconds, she inserted her other hand under the left breast, raising both breasts up and out simultaneously. Now that must be an example of masochism, Matt thought. He slapped them both: top and sides. Gobs of sun block flew off as he struck her globes. She licked her lips with renewed pain.

Again straddling the chaise lounge, he turned around so that his ass was facing her. “Lower my briefs. Pull down the rear first.” Unseeing, she pulled down his tight briefs. When his ass was exposed, inches from her face, she moved her arms around both sides of his waist to his front and pulled the briefs off his cock. It wasn’t easy, since the briefs were so tight. His hard cock sprang free. She wished she could see it. “Use the sun block on me with one hand while you finger your clit with the other. You know, the same clit that’s as big as your nipples.”

Sightless, she found the bottle, poured lotion into her hands and began by coating, stroking and kneading his balls while she slid her other hand into her panties. She’d never felt her clit to be so engorged. Matt moaned; Janice groaned. Finally, she was touching his cock. Her touch was expert. This was okay; after all, it wasn’t sex; she was just relieving her son; he had no girlfriend.

After a couple of minutes, caressing and stroking and gently squeezing his sacs, she filled her palm with another load of lotion, inserted a finger into her cunt, and clasped her hand around his shaft, lovingly milking it. He couldn’t believe how good she was. After a half dozen strokes, he suddenly turned around and immediately released a torrent of cum on her face. His load was so massive it not only coated every inch of her face, it also shot thick ribbons of white across her short black hair, goggles, ripe red lips and into her mouth.

“Ugghhh!” she moaned as the spunk blasted onto her skin and into her mouth. She felt anointed by this shower of hot cum. If only she could see his cock erupting in her face, she thought. But it was a good thing that she was wearing goggles, since they kept his hot juice out of her eyes. She extended her tongue, trying to catch the drops as they fell off her eyebrows and cheeks, swabbing his sweet jism from her lips. Then she came, yelling into her gag and shaking, her body twisting and coated breasts shaking.