TABOO TALES(erotica)

A Hearty Breakfast

When Matt awoke early that morning, he noticed his mother’s photos still lying on the floor. He scooped them up and noticed streaks on them. Instantly he understood that his depraved mother had swallowed his cum, just as she’d swallowed everything he’d poured into her receptive mouth last night.

Before leaving the house, he walked quietly into the den and stared at her. She was so gorgeous, so sensuous, that even the morning after a drunk, with her stockings torn and thick lips smeared with lipstick and cum, she looked not only beautiful but also extremely desirable. His cock jerked when he realized that she could be his, all his and only his, if he wanted her to. And he did.

To prove it, he leaned over and pulled her blouse out of her skirt. She did not move or make a sound. He undid the buttons and opened the blouse to expose her pretty bra, staring at the large, beautifully formed breasts revealed above the 1/2 cup bra. He couldn’t resist. He pulled the cups down and tucked them underneath. He stared for a minute, transfixed by her dark aureoles and the even darker, thick nipples, protruding over a half inch-even while asleep. As she began to wake, he went outside to retrieve the morning paper and returned to his room.

It wasn’t easy to focus on the news. He remembered her expectant expression after he’d slapped her last night, as if she’d wait patiently for more. He kept seeing her as she looked last night in the den, that luscious ass displayed flagrantly for him on the black leather sofa in the moonlight, and how much more lewd and inviting it looked once it turned red from the spatula blows.

But the memory of her arching her pelvis up to him while being struck was what gave him a renewed hard-on, which began as uncomfortable and progressed to almost painful when he kept remembering his cum pouring from her asshole and cunt onto the stretched bikini panties. Anticipating what could be the follow-up that morning, he went into the garage and picked up a ping pong paddle, the kind with a sandpaper-like surface.

When she groggily awoke, Janice remembered how embarrassed she’d been the previous night, asking Matt to pick her up at the club after she’d given head to that young guy. But she recalled little afterwards, except that Matthew had been forced to punish her bad behavior. How strange it was to wake up late morning in the den on the sofa, her mouth with the aftertaste of cum, humiliated by the sight of her bare breasts and the stiff, encrusted panties lying on the couch next to her face, feeling guilty for blowing that guy. If only he hadn’t resembled Matthew.

Hearing her in the upstairs hallway, Matt ordered her to wear the final lingerie set. Still half asleep, she wore the lurid ensemble but wrapped a robe around it. Janice knocked at the open door of Matt’s room. He was reading the paper. “Good morning, graduate. What happened last night? I can’t remember.”

Without looking up, Matt said, “Mother, position yourself as usual.” At the foot of the bed, she saw two low wooden footstools spaced a three feet apart. She climbed up, stretching her legs wide open and raising her arms into position.

Matt looked up from the paper. “Mother, what are you waiting for? Why are you wearing that robe? You know the whole point is for me to see your outfit. And I can’t remove the robe after I’ve fastened you.”

“Matthew, a shelf bra means that there’s support underneath but nothing. . . on top.”

“So?”

“So my breasts would be exposed.”

“Mother, we had this conversation yesterday, talking about women on the French Riviera beaches. Besides, I saw your tits already, didn’t I? When you pulled off your bikini.” Janice shrugged, defeated, and with agonizing slowness, loosened the belt, threw back her shoulders and closed her eyes in shame as the light robe slid off her shoulders and down her back.

Matt sucked in his breath. Somehow, seeing his mother at the foot of his bed, clad in an expensive, black French bra and matching wisp of a thong, was as much of a turn-on as seeing her exposed breasts by the pool. He bound her wrists to the bedposts, shoved the stools another few inches apart, and lay back on the bed.

“Mother, you look spectacular.”

“D-don’t you think I’m a horrible mother for exposing myself like this?”

Matt ignored the question. Casually, he asked, “Mother, have your nipples always been so long and thick?” She gasped at his brazen question. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes, although they became slightly larger and longer when I suckled you.”

“As you will in a moment.” She spasmed in surprise at his declaration, loosing her footing on one of the stools. Matt got off the bed with the ping-pong paddle and came around to the foot of the bed, shoving the stool back under her dangling foot. He ran his hand over her taut ass cheeks and then slammed each one with the paddle. She leapt up in surprise, only to find that the added height provided by the stools might enable her to actually move the bed’s wood finial into her slit.

Matt knelt on the bed in front of Janice and slowly licked the turgid nipples, slathering them with a thick coat of saliva. Janice shuddered and moaned. “What else did I do when nursing?” he asked.

“You squeezed and bit them.” He used one hand to pinch both nipple stalks until she groaned, his other hand spanking her ass with the paddle. Her body spasmed and shook.

“Mother, since you’re wearing a thong, and one that’s a size too small, I can see your fat pussy lips almost as well as I can see your tits. Would you like me to pull your thong to the side, so you can sink your cunt onto the bed knob and fuck yourself?” Janice nodded. “Even though you’ll be exposing your shaved pussy to your son?” She nodded again. “Say it.”

“Please do it,” she whispered desperately.

“Be specific.”

“Please show my pussy lips so I can use the bed to fuck myself.”

“That’s better,” he said. He pulled the thong aside and she rose up on her toes and pushed herself down a couple of inches onto the dildo, gasping. He began pulling her nipples as he continued to paddle her inflamed ass cheeks. “Gee, Mother, your pussy lips are as thick and long in their way as your clit, and your clit is way large like your nipples, and your mouth is extra wide and your lips really thick.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, humping the bed knob deeper as Matt added twisting to his nipple stretching.

“Why is that? What does that say about your body? What is it designed for? Perfect for?”

“Oh God,” she groaned as he began spanking harder, the other hand temporarily leaving her nipples to abuse her clit.

She could barely speak. “My body. . . is good for. . . sex,” she eked out.

“Not just ‘good for sex.’ Your tits and ass and cunt are made for servicing men, for sucking and fucking them. Am I right?”

She had to admit something she’d known since a teen. “Yes, Matthew.”

“Since you’re not a good mother and must be disciplined, what better way than to punish your tits and ass and cunt? Sucking your tits like a baby is not nearly enough pain for you. I think we should discipline that sexy mouth of yours by gagging it, and by forcing those fat lips to stretch open around my big cock, don’t you?” She nodded several times. And your overlarge nipples should suffer for being so big and thick, right? Maybe that will reduce them to the size of a proper mother’s tits.”

“Yes-yes-yes,” she chanted, delirious with lust, willing to masochistically agree to any punishment in order to plunge her mouth down his dick.

“And we’ll teach those provocative pussy lips to not be so large by what? Whipping them? Clamping them? Piercing them?”This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Hearing these humiliating and sadistic taunts, her tempo increased to a frenzy. When Matt was paddling her rear and also slapping her breasts, she started cumming. He had to keep his head clear as she shouted and writhed in the bonds, her head jerking violently and her torso twisting. Finished, she hung limply. Streams of pussy juice extended down her inner thighs and calves to her ankles. He left her hanging.