TABOO TALES(erotica)

Matt replaced his finger with his dick, rubbing the length of it along her fat, wet labia and up to her clit. It felt like heaven. Back and forth he went. Unaware that he was moaning softly, he couldn’t take it any more. He leaned back, withdrawing from her puffed-out lips. His cum shot up in the air and arced slightly across, splashing on her tanned belly. Usually, he climaxed with a huge amount of jism, and this was no exception. He swiveled his cock a couple of inches so that a second spurt landed on her clit and pussy, coating the short patch of narrow hair, and the remainder spewed onto her breasts, splattering the turgid nipples that looked like they were begging for attention. He stared at her, his thick trail of goo glistening in the moonlight, in stark relief against her olive skin.

He dropped off to sleep, acknowledging that he was one hell of a lucky teenager. He had a hot mother who craved showing off her body, who liked to be tied up, who accepted humiliation, and who desired that he take charge. He could live with that.

In the next episode, Matt conducts a follow-up exam on the injured party.

Chapter Six – The Post-Injury Exam

When Janice awoke late the next morning, she was disoriented from the painkiller and waking in her son’s bed. The sheet was tucked under her chin. The belts had been removed from her ankles but she did not even remember them. Carefully, she stood, favoring the ankle, which was very much improved thanks to all the ice. Matt had already left for his part-time job. Still groggy from the painkiller, she put all her attention into favoring the ankle and not falling on the way to the shower, unaware that her panties were gone, too hung over to register that the patches flaking off her breasts, belly and mound was her son’s dried cum.

That day, Janice recovered quickly from the sprain, thanks to Matt’s attentive care the night before, the fact that she was in such good physical condition, and that she’d occasionally had these minor sprains previously at the gym. During the day, she also iced the ankle off and on a dozen times, thinking of how cozy it had been to sleep in Matt’s bed.

That night, Matt understood that his audacious experiments from the night before could continue even further. She was led once again to his room as if invisible strings pulled her. From the doorway, she asked, “Matt, do you really think I’m attractive?”

“Mother, don’t be silly. You’re way beyond ‘attractive!’ When you come to school, all the guys tell me what a piece of a-”

“Go ahead, silly. You can say it,” she prompted.

“They say you’re one hot piece of ass. Mom, you look at least ten or twelve years younger than your age.”

“Really, that’s nice to hear.” She noticed clothes lying on the floor at the side of his bed. “Let me clean those up for you, Mr. Graduate.” With her back to him, she bent over so that her naked ass was inches from his face. She’d never picked up the panties from his bed when she woke that morning!

Then she turned back to face him and crouched down, the short baby doll riding all the way up her thighs. Looking down at her from the edge of his bed, he had another perfect viewing angle. Focused on the heap of clothes scattered around her, she appeared to be oblivious about her open legs and naked thighs. She almost lost her balance reaching for a T-shirt, so she widened her stance. In the direct light from his night table, he could actually see her naked pussy, still shocked that she was no longer wearing the panties. He was momentarily stunned by her boldness. In order to keep her in that posture, he asked, “How is your ankle?”

“It was surprisingly good all day, thanks to your help. But it’s been hurting more all evening.” She noticed the two belts, still tied to the posts at the foot of the bed. She looked puzzled, having no memory of them. “And squatting like this is not good for my ankle.” She sat on the floor with her back against the wall, legs pressed together and extended in front of her, massaging the throbbing ankle.

“Don’t move. I’ll get you another painkiller and more ice.” Upon returning from the kitchen, he saw that she had spread her knees by eighteen inches. She took the pill he handed her and swallowed it with water. “Oh, I forgot the ice. Sit tight.” Actually, he’d forgotten it on purpose, in order to allow time for the painkiller to take effect. He took his time walking down the hallway and going downstairs. Before getting the ice pack, he locked the doors and turned off the lights. Back in his room, he could tell from her drooping eyelids that the painkiller was already working, her legs splayed wider and knees bent.

“Why don’t I take a look at that ankle?” He swung his legs to the floor and sat on the edge, directly in front of her, his feet outside her legs. “It’s better to elevate it.” Gently, he lifted the injured ankle and placed her foot on his thigh. She looked physically uncomfortable, so he gave her a pillow to place behind her head, enabling her to slide closer to him, her torso now horizontal. He raised her other leg, laying it on the bed next to his thigh. The result of all this movement was that her legs and thighs were splayed open, her vulva completely exposed to him.

“It feels good when you act like this, taking care of me, telling me what to do, correcting me when I screw up, being the man of the house,” she said, smiling and feeling high.

“That’s good.” To distract her, he said, “Mother, what is it you like about me?”

“Lots of things,” she answered, her words slurred. He examined her ankle as she spoke, noting a slight swelling and discoloration. “For example, you’re mature for your age, you know what you want, you’re athletic, you’re authoritative as the man in the house, you keep me in line when I’m bad, and you even let me sleep with you last night-I mean, sleep in your bed last night . . .” She giggled.

“Thanks for the compliments. Your ankle looks pretty good, but I want to make sure the circulation is OK.” After the giggle, he could tell she was already fairly high from the painkiller. Matt figured the point was to take her further every night, to keep pushing and exploring. Since one of his belts was hanging from the post within reach, he decided not to let a resource go to waste. “I’m going to tie your ankles in case it hurts, okay?”

“You’re the doctor, she said, drifting, her eyes closed.” He tied her healthy ankle to the belt, but more tightly than last night. Leaning back on the bed, he untied the other belt and retied it to the post at the head of the bed to his right, looping it loosely around the injured ankle. Staying well clear of the ankle, he began massaging her foot and calf. “Let me know if this hurts.”

“Mmmm,” she responded. “It’s okay if you have to hurt me. If that’s what you think I need.” After a few minutes, he strapped on the ice pack and set the leg down on the bed, thus spreading her open even more. “How are you doing, Mother?” he asked, to see whether the painkiller was having more of an effect. Eyes shut, she mumbled something unintelligibly. “Say that again,” he said.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“Do the boys say anything else about me?”

“Yes, they say that with a mouth and lips like yours you must give great head.” She smiled and half-nodded, her mouth opening halfway. He was unsure whether she’d even understood what he’d said.

Reassured, he knelt on the floor, a knee on each side of her hips, and raised the baby doll to her neck, savoring the sight of her breasts, exposed for the first time with the light on the night table. Instead of feeling her with his fingers like the night before, he leaned down and licked her luscious breasts, then dragged his tongue across her nipples. Despite her moans, he proceeded to suck on the nipples before moving down to her groin. Placing his hands under her ass, he easily lifted her and licked her thick labia. Next he licked and sucked the fat hood of her clit.

Sitting again on the bed, he placed her uninjured leg on it, between his thighs, her foot tight against his groin. He massaged her calf with downward strokes, forcing her foot into his raging cock. He used the same movement on her good ankle. When he reached her foot, he massaged it using a back and forth motion, blatantly rubbing it across his prick. Unlike last night, he didn’t stop when she again moaned. Instead, he slid her several inches closer to the bed, so her ass was at the edge of the bed and her legs were practically vertical, her naked pussy beneath his cock.

He increased the tempo of his fist, staring straight down at her slit, opened so wide he could see the glistening outer and inner lips. He’s never seen her bare pussy in the moonlight last night, so he saw in good light for the first time her fat clit and smoothly shaved pussy. He shot off, but instead of spraying her body in general, the way he had the previous night, he aimed his massive load so it cascaded straight down onto her mons and into her slit, drenching her dusky pink opening with a torrent of creamy spunk. Rivulets streamed down her belly on one side and through the crack of her ass.