TABOO TALES(erotica)

I instantly pictured them there and loved the way they felt. I started fucking her harder and she started to raise her legs, but I whispered in her ear to leave her feet where they were. This Julie was happy to go along with, as it meant I was still fucking her. A few seconds later I got braver and asked her to curl her toes. Julie giggled and started doing as I asked; curling then releasing her toes on my legs. Each time she did it I gasped and started fucking her harder. Julie was gasping as well then added to my excitement by raising her legs just enough to wiggle her feet back and forth. That was enough to send me over the edge, and as I felt my cum racing through my cock I started to pull back planning on cumming all over Julie’s feet like she had said she would let me do sometime. As I began to slide out Julie grabbed my shoulders and holding onto me moaned;

“Oh please inside Billy! It feels sooo good!”

Julie was on the pill, and in reality how could I say no to that? So, envisioning Julie’s pretty painted toes the entire time, I came hard sending what seemed like a tremendous amount of cum into Julie’s hot little box.

I came back to earth, and all but slapped myself in the head at that point, as that little replay had done little to quell the raging hard on in my pants. At least if I was still going with Julie I could get some relief but she had started complaining that between school, my part time job as a waiter at Olive Garden, and doing things around the house to help out my mother, that I had no time for her. The job and school she understood but Julie always got upset when it came down to me needing to keep up the yard or the house. In our final argument I had told her that since my father passed away two years ago my mother was working two jobs and what was I supposed to do ask Mom to mow the damn lawn too? Julie had ended it with calling me a momma’s boy and that I preferred my mother to her. In fact her last ridiculously bratty remark had been “Let’s see who you prefer when you get horny!” Well on that note…

The ringing of the final bell mercifully cut off that train of thought and I practically jumped out of my seat and all but ran out of the classroom causing Jeff to call out behind me;

“Hey Billy, pool tonight! I’ll be there at six!”

After waving to him over my shoulder I exited the building, and after walking halfway across the parking lot, smiled at my car as I approached it. The car, a perfectly restored 1969 Firebird was not only my pride and joy because it was gorgeous but because it had been the last thing Dad had given to me. Four years ago my father had been diagnosed with liver cancer. After the first year although he was still functioning the long term prognosis had not been good. Deciding to enjoy the time he had left dad had bought the Firebird which had always been his dream car and the two of us spent a lot of time together fixing it up. A year later, at my high school graduation at which point my father could barely get out of bed most days, he presented me with the keys saying that at least he had something cool to leave me.

As I got into the car and started it, deliberately giving it a lot of gas to hear the engine roar, I sighed as I felt that familiar pang of sadness go through me. After two years I was past the point of getting teary eyed on a regular basis but it still hit me that my father’s life had been cut short at the age of forty four. Pulling out into the street I glanced into the rear view mirror and as URI disappeared behind me I thought that dad had left me a lot more than the car; his life insurance policy and my mother’s selflessness was paying for my education.

Dad’s policy had been enough to pay off the house which of course is what he wanted. This way all mom would be left to pay was taxes and the usual stuff and she would be able to live there the rest of her life. Mom however, seeing that I hadn’t qualified for much scholarship money had taken the money and put it into an account to pay for all four years of my college. Because she had done that mom was currently working two jobs. During the week she worked as a paralegal and Friday and Saturday night’s she waitressed at a cocktail lounge. I felt terrible and had gotten the job at Olive Garden against her wishes so I could help pay for a few things here and there.

This was also the reason I went out of my way to do anything that needed to be done around the house. As it was mom worked Monday through Saturday and usually spent Sunday running errands and eventually passing out on the couch to rest up for another week. How could I not help? Apparently I was supposed to spend my time catering to a spoiled little brat like Julie. On that note however, I certainly wouldn’t mind having said brat around right now to relieve a little frustration. Instead I was heading home to the internet and my hand, then again, on the plus side at least my hand didn’t whine and ask for things.

I arrived home, went up to my room, and tossing my books on the bed, went over to my desk. After putting my cell down where I could reach it, I flipped my lap top open. While the computer booted up I unzipped my jeans, and sliding them and my underwear down, logged onto the internet to find some inspiration. I clicked on the favorites tab and scrolled down to where I had several porn sites bookmarked. I passed over a couple of standard ones and went further down to where I had several foot job videos saved. After staring at Miranda’s feet for close to forty five minutes I felt it only fitting that I got off to a hot foot video. God only knew it might be the closest I ever came to seeing my cum on a pair of sexy feet.

I was just ready to click on one when my eyes wandered down to the next site; Taboo tales; real Mother’s seduce their sons! I hesitated and cursed myself for not deleting that site like I kept saying I was going to. As my finger tapped the mouse nervously I began playing the game with myself; the same game I’d been playing for months. My first reaction was to get rid of the site and watch a good foot video, after all sex with one’s mother was a pretty sick subject. Of course immediately on the heels of that thought was the justification of; hey if it were that uncommon would there be sex sites about it? Never mind the endless stories dedicated to mother son sex on erotica sites. After all wasn’t that what all types of porn were; harmless fantasy?

In the end I didn’t know why I bothered; it’s not like I already didn’t know how this would end. With a sigh of resignation I clicked on the link, and as the site came up, instantly felt my cock begin to stir as my eyes scanned the trailers that were on the first page of the site. I lingered on one still of a mother on her knees, looking up into her son’s astonished face as she sucked his cock deep into her mouth. I almost clicked on it but kept scanning. Like the game I had played with whether or not I would go into the site, I already knew exactly which video I wanted, the same one I’d been watching for the last two weeks.

I found it on the second page and clicking on it leaned back, putting my hand around my cock which was already hard in anticipation. The video began with a guy on his bed watching a porn and jerking off much like I was. The door opened and his mother came in and began yelling at him. I wasn’t paying any attention to the dialogue but had begun to stroke my cock as the mom in the video approached the bed and opening her robe exposed herself to her son. My breathing began to get heavier as I watched the mother crawl up onto the bed and between her son’s legs. The camera zoomed in on her and I moaned softly as this is what really made this my favorite video. The woman in the video closely resembled my own mother, same long brown hair, big brown eyes and very full inviting lips.

My hand sped up on my cock as the woman smiled and began teasing her soft pink tongue around the head of her son’s cock. He moaned and I moaned with him, as the mother let out a delightfully wicked giggle and told the son to tell her what he wanted. After some really bad pretending of not wanting it the son finally whimpered;

“Mom, would you please suck on my cock?”

I moaned almost as loud as the idiot in the movie as with a wink his mother slowly, teasingly; an inch at a time took his cock all the way down to its base. Sliding it back out she said;

“What’s the matter honey, didn’t know your mom loved to suck cock?”

With that she began sucking it faster and harder, deep throating him and moaning every time her son’s cock was buried in her throat. I could feel myself getting ready to cum and deliberately slowed myself down so I could watch a little more of the video. The mother stopped sucking, and sitting up on the bed, held up her small but perky tits. Her son sat up, and eagerly began to suck on them, as she reached down and stroked his cock. My hand picked up speed as it was getting to my favorite part. The mother lied back and slowly spread her legs. After bending his head to go down on her, the son slid up on his knees, and with a loud groan, slid his cock into his mother’s pussy. Here it comes I thought as I started jerking even faster. The mother raised her legs and put them on her son’s shoulders. Turning his head, he kissed the side of her foot, then opening his mouth started to flick his tongue across his mother’s toes. I was panting hard and could once again feel my cock getting ready to explode. On the video the mom put her other foot up to her son’s lips and…Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

My cell phone rang.

I jumped so hard I almost went over backwards in my chair, barely catching the edge of the table with my hand. Looking over at the phone, I saw it was mom calling, and instantly felt dirty as all hell. Reaching out I grabbed the phone and answered it quickly before it went to voicemail.