TABOO TALES(erotica)

“That complaint has just earned you another punishment,” he intoned quietly. He stared at her until she broke away from his gaze, casting her eyes down. “And no, I’m not going to say when or where. But for now you’re going to get another smack.”

“Oh,” she said meekly, surrendering. “Should I turn my ass back to you?”

“No. Spread your legs.” She widened her stance as far as possible. In a blur, Matt swung his hand up between her legs and smacked her pussy.

“Arrr,” she moaned, chest heaving with the pain, nipples aching, but he was impressed. Not only did she not object, she didn’t change her posture by an inch. She was dizzy with excitement and confusion. Without warning, her son had pussy slapped her.

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She was now so turned on that she was desperate for him to continue. To prolong the time, she remembered a question. “Oh, Matthew, it’s almost time for your graduation. Have you thought about what you’d like for a present?”

“Ummm, not yet.”

“Well, remember that you deserve anything you’d like. Anything . . . at all.”

“OK, thanks. Well, I don’t need any clothes. And my car and computer are okay.” She stood there, waiting silently. “Um, I guess I have a few ideas for some . . . personalized gifts.”

She felt a flash of excitement. “Personalized? Oh, good. Like what?”

“Some things you can do for me.”

“Like cook your favorite dinner?”

“No, because you already do that whenever I ask. I’ll tell you when I’m good and ready,” he said, mysteriously.

Disappointed and frustrated, she said “Goodnight then, sweetheart.” She smiled at him and left. So what if a little harmless exhibitionism had progressed a bit further? Matt worked so hard in school and at part-time jobs that he deserved a little fun. Besides, it was not as if there was any sex involved.

Lying on her bed was awkward. It was okay if she lay still, but when she changed position, her breasts and pussy tingled and she was too full of fantasies to fall sleep. Only at 1:30 am, exhausted after fingering herself to multiple orgasms, did she finally sleep.

Letting in the breeze>>>>>

In the morning, Janice kissed Matt awake, wearing her robe loosely belted over a demi bra and French cut panties. “Good morning, handsome. Coffee’s ready. And thanks for my new lingerie, sweetie!”

Matt sat up in bed, yawning and rubbing his face. “Let’s see. Pose for me at the foot of the bed, like yesterday.” Compliantly, she removed the robe, spreading her arms and legs to the corners of the bedposts. She felt daring; the half-bra barely covered her nipples, and the panties seemed like half the size of the pair yesterday, barely enclosing the moist puffy lips she’d just shaved. “Today I want you to pose for longer, so let’s give you some yoga help.” Matt pulled the belt from her robe and wrapped the cord around a wrist, securing it to the post. He went into the bathroom to find his own bathrobe. Waiting, Janice realized she’d been unconsciously rubbing her pussy over a wooden knob located at the top center of the bed’s railing. She stopped when Matt returned and tied off her other wrist with his bathrobe belt. At least the stretch hurt her shoulders. It was only right that she suffered physically and not just enjoy the beautiful lingerie without some form of payment.

Realizing she was immobilized, a thrill shot through Janice’s stretched body. “Matthew, is this really necessary?”

“I’m afraid so, Mother. This stretch will warm you up for your next yoga class. And now I can have a detailed look at your new ensemble.”

“Oh, okay. Do you approve?” She blushed as his gaze lingered over her body. He rubbed his fingers over the front and rear bra straps and all around the panty edges. His touch felt incredible on her chest, shoulder blades, belly and back. She resumed her small movements, subtly humping her mound over the head of the bed knob.

“Yes, Mother. You look incredible.” He began to leave the room.

“Honey, where are you going?” she cried.

“Outside to get the paper,” he replied in a self-evident tone.

“But you can’t leave me like this!” she said, nervous.

“Like what?” he said innocently.

“Tied up! Bound!”

“Mother, what’s the big deal? You hold yoga poses for five or ten minutes all the time. This is just another pose to stretch you.”

“Oh, yes, I see. . . I guess you’re right.”

When Matt had not returned after ten minutes, she supposed he was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. Humiliated and restless, she kept rubbing her pussy against the bulbous protrusion on the railing and soon she could not stop, gyrating and sweating, twisting faster and harder, moaning and shaking until she orgasmed, a flood of pussy juice inundating the thin slip of panties.

Matt had been peeking around the doorframe, relishing the sight of her masturbating in his bedroom, wearing revealing lingerie and humping the bed railing. Now he noted the glistening skin, the harsh breathing, the hips slightly moving. He entered, pretending to be unaware of what had happened, and untied the disheveled mother, her gorgeous skin glistening with a sheen of perspiration. She was so embarrassed she kept her head down, afraid to make eye contact. She was almost out the door when he said, “Don’t you say thank you, Mother?”

“Oh,” she said, startled. “Umm, I suppose that. . . Yes, I should. Thank you, Matthew.”

“Thank you for?”

“Oh. . . Umm, thank you for stretching me-like in yoga.”

“You’re welcome. And don’t forget to come back tonight before bedtime. Be here at 10 o’clock sharp.”

“Yes, son. I won’t forget.”

* * *

That night, at 10:10, the nubile mother stood in her son’s room, clamps reattached to the rear of her baby doll top and briefs, her thighs touching his bedside. Matt was especially excited by the fact that she’d clasped her hands behind her head without him having to instruct her.

The day, including a hard workout at the gym, had been uneventful, but the hours had passed at a slow, tormenting pace. At breakfast, he had asked, “How did you sleep last night, Mother?”

“Not too well,” Janice admitted, “since I woke every time I changed position from sleeping on my side to my back.” She dared not tell him the other reason for her restless night, that she’d fingered herself to several orgasms by replaying every minute of the scene in his bedroom. She’d permitted her own son to manipulate her lingerie so he could see her breasts and pussy. Her pussy had gushed at the prospects of what lay in store for her the next night. When she’d awoken, she wondered if he would force her into something even more lewd. Certainly, letting herself be tied up by Matt, then thrusting herself against the wood knob on his bed until she climaxed qualified as more lewdness.

“Oh well. In any case, I want you to wear the baby doll in the same way tonight.” Her eyes flicked up at his. “Do you understand?” he asked, firmly.

“Yes, Matthew,” she said, demurely.

Matt had spent every opportunity that day researching bondage and discipline on the web. He learned a great deal and was beside himself with excitement. But it was new territory and he realized he had to go slowly. He thought about the few dates Janice had reluctantly agreed to in the past couple of years. He’d thought the men were decent enough, but she had been disappointed. When he asked why, she either said they were too old, too drab or too wishy-washy. She said she liked men who were exciting, fun, firm and decisive.

She was hopelessly preoccupied the entire day at work, failing to complete some assignments and making errors in what she did manage.

That night, as she stood facing him, Matt was not lying in bed, but sitting on the edge, wearing only black boxers, his knees outside his mother’s thighs. “You’re late.”

“What do you mean? It’s 10:00,” she said, lying.

“No it’s not, it’s 10:10. Why are you late?”

“I forgot – I mean, I didn’t notice the time.” Matt noted the contradiction in her reply. He suspected she was intentionally late, to test his response.

“It’s rude to keep people waiting, and you’ve now earned yourself a second punishment.” He noticed that her breathing increased.

“Have you decided how you’re going to. . . discipline me?”

“Yes, but all I’m going to say is that it will hurt.” She gasped almost inaudibly. “Now. This baby doll can be even cooler, Mother. Turn around.” She rotated, her delectable ass inches from his face. He moved the clamp over her rear till it was at the top of her crack, then forced the thin gauze into her crack, exposing her tawny ass.

“Oh!” she mumbled as his hands touched her ass cheeks. “Matthew, I’m standing here practically naked in front of you.”

“No, mother, you’re hardly naked. It’s like you’re wearing a G-string or thong, which a lot of women and girls wear at hip beaches. Besides, it’s cooler this way.”

Janice was acutely aware that her body was burning up from the lurid experience of being exposed in her son’s bedroom. However, Matt had only begun. Grasping the waistband of the panties on both her hips, he pulled up. “Ugghh,” she muttered. The gusset embedded itself so deep in her ass crack that her cheeks were totally exposed, but it also pressed on her clit and sank into the slit of her pussy. He tugged again and she moaned with pleasure, the fabric already drenched from her gushing cunt.

“Face me,” he said. This time she dared not hesitate. As her front rotated into position, she saw the tent in his underwear. Matt stared at the material that was stuffed into her slit. He could see that the little excess fabric not embedded was saturated with her juices and plastered to her prominent, fleshy lips and clit. Matt was momentarily dumbfounded. None of the girls he’d been with had labia remotely as large as his mother’s. “Does that feel cooler?” Ass and pussy burning, she nodded her head, biting her lip, too distracted by the spasms inside her pussy to speak.