TABOO TALES(erotica)

Slowly, she raised her head till she looked at Alex, cringing with shame. Alex could hardly believe this was his aunt, her striped breasts covered in his juice. Cum still dripped off her eyebrows and chin onto her breast clamps, rivulets descending to the weights swinging beneath the breast clamps. “Thank you Alex, for permitting me to. . . service you before you leave for school.”

“Service him in what ways?”

She swallowed with shame. “Thank you for clamping my breasts and letting me suck your cock.”Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“What else?”

She considered for a moment. “And thank you for cumming in my mouth.”

“Go on.”

“Thank you for letting me drink your sweet hot cum and have it coating my face and tits.”

“Would you like to. . . .” Matt prompted.

“Would you like to use me in some other way?” she asked the amazed boy.

“Such as. . . .” Matt prompted again.

“Ummm. . . If it would get you off, You could whip or cane me. . . .” She looked at Matt for guidance. His eyebrows were raised.

“Oh I mean, you can whip or cane my tits, ass or pussy. Matthew says my body marks beautifully.”

“That’s better,” Matt said. “Now turn around for your whipping.”

After she reversed herself on the chair, Matt pushed her chest against the vertical dowels forming the chair’s back. He stretched her legs so they extended over the sides of the chair. He tried to shove her big breasts through the rods but the gap between dowels was slightly too narrow. Her entire body was now covered in a sheen of perspiration from the effort.

Matt thought of a solution, going to the kitchen cabinet that contained cooking and salad oils. He returned with a spray can of olive oil and liberally sprayed her breasts. While Alex pushed her from behind, Matt pulled on her nipple clamps, squeezing the breasts through the narrow apertures. Janice grunted from the strain, her breasts bulging obscenely through the bars. Matt removed his black leather belt and strapped it tightly around the base of both breasts, causing them to bulge even more.

He picked up the cane and began thrashing, striking her back with a “Thwack!” The nipple weights swung wildly in crazy arcs, knocking against the chair rods. After several blows, he told her to stand on the side rungs of the chair. When she stood, the new posture strained her breasts even more but gave him access to her sex.

Matt threw down the yardstick, dropped his pants, and pushed down on the small of her back to angle up her pelvis. Handing Alex a yardstick, he said, “Do her tits!” Alex’s stick whistled through the air, making a “Crack!” as it landed on the bulging area of her oily breasts not cinched by the belt.

While his cousin continued, painting her breasts from different angles with livid markings, Matt drove into her well-lubricated cunt and fucked her ferociously. Sandwiched between the two boys, relishing the wicked blows in front and being slammed from the rear, Janice yelled louder until she came in a superb climax, collapsing off Matt’s cock and sinking down onto the chair, whereupon Matt sprayed the indentation at the small of her back with shot after shot of ropey semen.

As usual, she appeared to have blanked out. “Be my guest,” Matt said. Alex walked behind her and pulled his slut aunt up by the hips till her rubbery legs were again braced on the chair rungs. Without preliminary, he drove the length of his cock into her dripping cunt. She switched from comatose to a whirlwind of energy, cursing and urging on Alex as her pelvis twisted and pushed against his dick. He shot his load deep inside her and pulled out as she again collapsed on the chair, her long legs splayed obscenely.

Matt staggered to a kitchen drawer and came back with a plastic measuring cup, scooping up his seed from the little catchall in the small of her back till it was full to the brim and held the cup in front of her face, under her nostrils. The scent of fresh cum aroused her like smelling salts. Eyes open a crack, she willingly drank from the cup, slurping greedily, licking the cup till it was dry, and slumped limply again.

Alex removed a camera from his pants pocket. “Is it okay?” he asked Matt.

“Sure. I’ll do the same.” Each of the boys held her head level while the other photographed her.

When they were finished, Matt untied his belt from around her breasts and put it on his pants. “Well, Alex, we better get going.”

“What about Aunt Janice?” Alex said, looking at her limp, whipped form.

“Oh, we’ll leave her like that. Don’t worry, the olive oil spray is within her reach if she needs another coating to squeeze those big tits out from the chair!”

“What if somebody sees her through the window?”

“Don’t worry about it. She actually likes the humiliation of being exposed. It would probably get her all hot and bothered. Anyway, she’ll be available to us during school breaks and vacations,” Matt assured him, smiling over the prostrate beauty. “Think about what you’d like to do to her next time!”

“You mean, she’d actually let me do something more?”

“It’s not a question of her letting you do anything. She’s my slave. It’s a matter of her obeying whatever I say.” The boys headed out of the house. “And you can whip her, fuck her ass, anything-as long as you stay on my good side, cous!”

In the next posting, Janice is educated in her first experience outside the family which is also her first subjugation to a stranger-simultaneously ensuring a good college education for Matt.

Chapter Twenty-One – Toyed With in Public and The College Advisor’s Interview

Matt reviewed how successful the previous day had been. First, his insatiable slut mother, Janice, filled with guilt about being a bad mother, convinced she had to make good, had tacitly agreed to weeks of SM scenes, where she would be the obedient slave of near-strangers while he would be away at college, thus repaying the favors he owed people. Then, Janice had stripped for Matt’s cousin and allowed him to slap and clamp her breasts and pussy lips, sucked him off, sat there as she was drenched in his cum, permitted her tits to be bound and clamped, and let herself be whipped and fucked by her son and nephew.

From that day in the kitchen onward, Alex would visit his submissive aunt once or twice every week, whether or not Matt was at home. Alex would enter, usually unannounced and without knocking, and Janice learned to submit then and there to his demands.

Janice had let Matt give her to family members, both male and female. He believed he had to keep pushing her limits, exciting her in new ways. The next step in his program was to subjugate her to a stranger. In the days that followed, he made plans for subbing her to somebody new.

During this time, Matt occasionally created newly humiliations for her, ones with a degrading element of public exposure. They were begun because he’d seen how aroused she’d become in the kitchen during the scene with Alex, when a delivery guy or postal carrier could have seen her sucking, being punished and fucking. First, Matt ordered her to fellate him in the car while they were driving to an evening movie. Then, in the rear of the sparsely-attended theater, he’d stuck a ball gag into her mouth for safety’s sake, finger-fucked her to orgasm and smeared her juices across her face and chest.

For the next scene of potential public exposure, he had tied her hands to the overhead track of their partially open garage door while he fucked her cunt, pulling and twisting her nipples to test the effectiveness of her ball gag. They watched the feet and legs of several people pass by on the sidewalk as he fucked his hanging slave. Once, when he was savagely pounding her, she broke her silence and emitted a muffled scream. The sound could be heard outside. A pair of feet stopped and turned around, not sure what the sound was or even where it came from. After twenty seconds, the person moved on.

Then, one Saturday morning, Janice mentioned she had to go to the optometrist and do a few other errands. Surprisingly, Matt said he would accompany her. He then demanded a full-cup bra that was a size too small from her and disappeared with it into the garage, tinkering at the small workshop in the corner. When he returned, he ordered his curious mother to kneel in the kitchen and strip off her robe so she was nude.

First he coated her nipples with a spray can of canola oil. Then he pulled the modified bra onto her and forced it closed. Janice’s body seized in surprise and she yelled in pain as a jolt shot through her cunt. Using a sheet of coarse-grain sandpaper from the workshop, Matt had cut two half-dollar size discs and inserted them into the ends of the bra cups. She squirmed, trying to relieve the torment of the grit abrading her hard, extended nipples.

“Get dressed. Wear one of the long, full skirts that have slits in the front and rear.” Painfully, her cunt juicing, Janice complied. She dressed as quickly as possible, her nipples on fire. Several minutes later, she was leaning on the counter at her optometrist’s with Matt standing next to her. He had chosen this office because he remembered that the large windows facing the street were covered with gray sun filters.

Mrs. Pauley, the front desk person, greeted them warmly. They made small talk about Matt’s school and Janice’s job. Mrs. Pauley began asking a series of questions about Janice’s prescription, UV coating, plastic or metal frames, scratch protection, etc.

When Janice started answering questions, Matt inserted his hand into the front slit of her skirt and began fingering her pussy. She tried to push him away but he’d anticipated that move. She started to sweat. Matt switched to flicking her clit and Janice bit her lip to keep from moaning. Her son was actually fingering her in public! The very idea was ludicrous, yet it was happening like a bad dream. Matt pushed a finger into her twat and she grunted.

“What’s that?” Mrs. Pauley said, looking up from the form on her desk.

“Oh, it’s nothing, Mrs. Pauley,” Matt said. “Mom’s not feeling so normal this morning.”

“Oh, is there anything I can get you?” asked Mrs. Pauley solicitously. Matt shoved another finger up Janice’s creaming cunt and she grunted more loudly, her eyes fluttering. Mrs. Pauley’s concern grew. “A glass of water? Aspirin?”

“N, no. . . no thanks, Mrs. Pauley,” Janice stammered. “I’ll be okay.” Matt withdrew his drenched fingers and moved them to her ass. Janice stiffened. He forced both fingers past her anal ring. “Ohhh!” she cried helplessly. “M-maybe we should finish this another time,” she managed to blurt out.