TABOO TALES(erotica)

After school on Friday, Angie went directly home. On Saturday morning, Janette went to visit Angie for the first time at her small, modest apartment, located in a plain apartment building in an inexpensive neighborhood. The inexpensive cars parked on the street were all several years old. But Janette arrived twenty minutes earlier than expected, since she’d estimated the drive time online during the height of Friday afternoon rush hour.

After ringing the doorbell, she had to wait three minutes before Justine, Angie’s mother, opened the door, blocking the view indie with her body. The door jerked open. It was Justine, not Angie. The mother’s pretty face was flushed, her breathing exaggerated and her short black hair was tussled. It was 11 am, but she was still disheveled, dressed in a thin robe, the sash hastily tied, the robe barely covering what looked like a black baby doll that was matted to her sweaty upper chest.

Janette was staggered by the robe’s shortness, it ended just beneath the mother’s groin. Even with the robe partially closed, there was lots of cleavage for Janette to notice. She’d never seen a MILF like this one before. She couldn’t believe that Justine was a 36-year-old. She looked like a slightly older, much sluttier version of Angie.

“Oh, you must be Janette,” she said, admiring the extremely pretty girl, who looked like she could be Angie’s sister or first cousin. “But you’re way early.” Justine took note of the girl’s thick lips and prominent chest. “It’s only 10:30.” Janette understood that she’d arrived at a really bad time. An image flashed into Janette’s mind of Justine kneeling on an ottoman in black lingerie while Janette stood behind her and fucked the slut mother’s pussy with a big strap-on.

“Sorry about that, but Angie said to come at 11:30. And it’s actually 11:00 now. I guess I should have called but I didn’t think it mattered.”

“Well, you’re here now.” Justine smiled thinly and turned around for a long moment, looking at her apartment. “Wait a minute.” She closed the door. Janette thought about how weird all this was. She heard a door close inside.

Justine opened the front door again. “Ok, come on in. Please call me Justine.”

Janette looked around the small, modest apartment. She saw the master bedroom at the end of the short hallway, a small bathroom and another door, shut tightly, that must be the second bedroom. “Can I get you some coffee?”

“Sure, thanks.” Janette sat in the cramped dinette area while Justine poured coffee.

“Damn, no sugar, ” Justine complained. She opened a cabinet and rummaged around. “Not here. Mmmm. Oh, I remember.” She went to her knees, opened a cupboard low to the ground, and reached deep inside, the ultra-short robe rising up and exposing the MILF’s pussy lips and ass, which liked like those that a 26-year-old would envy.

Janette stared in shock and said to herself, “This slut is an exhibitionist!” But the most surprising sight was that Justine’s upper thighs and ass were striated with whip marks – and very recent ones. Their close and parallel welts looked they’d been applied by an experienced Dom.

Janice stood up with the sugar, acting completely oblivious, gave some to her pretty guest, and sat. They chatted for a few minutes. Janette couldn’t believe how gigantic Justine’s nipples looked, even hidden by two layers of clothing. Despite Janette’s awkward arrival time, Justine had immediately liked the pretty and polite Janette – who wouldn’t? – and said how appreciative she was of everything that Janette and Matt were doing for her daughter. Justine subtly appreciated Janette’s curvy body, expensive makeup and nice clothing.

After a few minutes, Janette asked, “Where’s Angie?”

“Oh,” Justine said. “She had to run out on some errand.”

“That’s funny, she didn’t text me about that.”

“Oh, she rushed out and forgot her phone. She didn’t say when she’d be back.” At that moment a kitchen timer buzzed. “Oh, I forgot, that’s the laundry. I have to move the wash to the dryer. The neighbors don’t like wet clothes lying in a machine, especially on a Saturday.” She straightened her hair in the small mirror by the front door, rearranged her robe, and said, “I’ll be back in a few minutes, ok? I’ve gotta check the mail too.”

“Yeah, sure, take your time, I’m fine.”

The moment the front door shut, it was completely quiet, and Janette heard a low buzzing sound. It was on the threshold of her hearing. Not even sure that it was real, she walked to the closed bedroom door and opened it a few inches. Instantly the buzz was much louder and she could tell that it was Angie’s room.

She swung the door more open and gasped. On the bed was a leather flogger. In the corner, facing the wall, was Angie, nude and kneeling on a pillow, wearing a sleep mask and headphones. Her hands were behind her, tied at the waist. A cord led to a black spreader bar bar between her ankles, forcing her to bend a bit backwards. Angie was sweating in the stuffy room, her pajamas lying at her feet.

Janette slowly and silently approached the disciplined girl, whose luscious ass and trim thighs were densely striped with raised red lines. Her mother had not only whipped her ass and thighs, the gorgeous teen’s belly and tits had also been cruelly whipped.

Janette inched a little closer. Angie’s mouth was stretched around a penis gag. There was a plug the in the base. It had been filled with a thick creamy liquid. Angie must have been clamping down on it long and hard, because her cheeks and chin were overrun with the goo. Her shoulders had been splashed with the gunk and the slimy river coated her heaving tits. It was remarkably homogenous in texture.

Janette wondered whether its smooth consistency was because it was a concoction, like those silly porn videos where women’s faces and tits are deluged with torrents of fake cum from fake cocks. Sometimes the dildos looked totally fake, sometimes less so. Even though they were contrived, she was in fact a cum slut, so she loved to see the pretty faces and gorgeous makeup drowned in thick gunk, the thick strands hanging off eyebrows, swinging from noses and and streaming off chins.

The curious teen stuck out a finger and slid it across one of Angie’s tits, scooping up so much glop that some of it fell onto the welts on the bound daughter’s thigh. Janette put the tip of her finger on her tongue, her long tongue delicately licking off a glob. It was in fact cum. But she knew you couldn’t really tell how good cum was from the first taste. She licked along the entire length of her finger and circled her tongue around her mouth, spreading the viscous muck around her taste buds. It was different than her father’s.

She stuck her entire finger between her greasy lips and slowly extracted the digit, sucking noisily. Hmmm, it was quite good, different from Daddy’s but almost as tasty. But where was it from? There was no guy in this household.

The buzzing came from a big vibrator, angled on a pillow and pointing to the girl’s dripping slit but not touching it. Janette guessed that during one of Angie’s multiple orgasms, she’d wriggled and flailed so much that she’d dislodged the vibe. Janette turned it off.

Janette was incredibly turned on. She wondered what infraction her friend had committed to deserve such a harsh punishment. This changed everything. If Justine used discipline on her daughter, maybe Justine herself was also a sub? Or could be turned into a sub? Janette flashed on an image of Justine, her big hazel eyes wild with pain and excitement, the gorgeous body suspended, clamped, chained and plugged. With Justine’s dark hair and olive skin, her nipples, pussy lips and asshole might be the dark color that so turned on Janette and her father.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Perspiring herself, Justine realized she had to get out of the room. She took two quick photos with her phone, of Angie from the front and rear, the flash hidden by Angie’s eye mask. She had just shut the door, sat in the dinette and taken a gulp of coffee when Justine returned, nervous. “Any sign of Angie?” she asked innocently.

“Uhhh, no, not yet. . .”

“Oh, it’s too bad that you came all the way here.”

“By the way, my Dad said he’d like to meet you really soon.”

“That sounds good. Tell him I’m available whenever he wants. Oh, I forgot to get the mail.”

Janette perceived two stains on Justine’s robe, at her breasts. “Wait, you’ve got stains on your robe. Let me fix them before you pick up the mail.” Justine stared down at her mounds.

“That’s ok, don’t bother.”

Janette stepped forward so she was very close to the sensuous woman. She touched one of the spots. The deposit seems clear but sticky. Suddenly she realized that it was pussy juice from Justine’s bondage of Angie. Janette felt a bit dizzy with excitement. Her friend’s slut mother was standing in front of her covered with her own daughter’s cunt juice.

By instinct, she reached out, yanked the thin robe of Justine’s shoulders and pulled it down to the mother’s elbows. Justine, whose arm movement was now constricted, blurted “What are you doing?”

“What I said I’d do.” Swiftly, Janette tugged open the robe’s belt and wrenched the sleeves off all the way, drawing the belt out of the robe’s belt loops before dropping the tiny robe on the floor. The slut wasn’t even wearing panties. But she was entirely shaved.