TABOO TALES(erotica)

Most injuries happen at home

When Janice awoke, she was filled with a fresh wave of shame about her wanton display with her young son Matthew the previous night. He’d exposed her ass, slapped her mound, abused her nipples, forced her to kneel as if she was subservient to him, performed what was in effect “bondage” on her breasts, and cut off so much material that they became almost as naked as her ass cheeks. However, it had been an accident when his member briefly popped into her mouth, and after all, it was covered with underwear. But as if that wasn’t shocking enough, he’d humiliated her by pushing his drenched boxers onto her hands, squeezing his cum all over her near-naked front, and brazenly ordering her, as if she was his personal slave, to clean them. He’d even caught her in the bathroom, lapping up every last drop of the sticky gobs in his shorts, and forcing her to swallow the load in front of him. She was rapidly losing control of the situation.

While working out at the gym, she’d struggled about whether or not to say goodnight to him that night. But deep down, she knew she had to. Why not? Everybody knew that children craved consistency. And she knew that Matthew expected her. Besides, he was never boring, like all the other humdrum guys. Matthew always thought of something new and different. Anyway, he’d be gone to college soon enough and this wild spree would become an amusing and slightly scandalous memory.

Throughout the day, Matt had spent as much time as possible online, learning about SM. Then, at 10:00 pm, Janice stood in her son’s doorway in a different, filmy peach baby doll, aching with frustration. Matt looked at her without speaking, wondering if she was flagrantly defying him by not being dressed as instructed. Janice was afraid Matt was displeased that she was not wearing the clamps and torn shreds of last night’s baby doll and that he would tell her to return to her room. “Oh, look at those cobwebs!” she said, a hurried excuse to cut off his admonition and look busy with some practical chore, thus staying in his room.

Janice moved his desk chair to the side of his bed near his head. When she stepped onto the chair, the baby doll slid all the way to the top of her thigh. He had a great view up her tanned legs to her bikini panties. “Don’t think I’m unaware: you’re not wearing your baby doll as I instructed,” he said.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

Instead of answering, she stretched up on her toes for several seconds to reach the cobweb in the ceiling, raising the hem of the short baby doll and giving him an extended look at her incredible, tight ass. She loved the feeling of teasing him. “Sweetie, I’m scared of falling. Could you hold me?” she asked innocently.

Matt jumped out of bed. Rather than holding the chair steady, he grasped her hips, placing his hands under the baby doll but over the panties. As Janice stretched her long legs up, the low-slung panties slid down a few inches, showing the top of her mound and a narrow, vertical strip of very short, neatly trimmed hair. “Are you deliberately ignoring the man of the house?”

“Honey, I’m unstable in these shoes,” she said, appearing to ignore his comment. She kicked off the heeled slippers. “Could you bring me those reference books from your desks?”

He brought over four thick books. With her back to him, she spread her feet to the edge of the chair and bent over at the waist to arrange the books. Matt was staring straight at her groin. “I’ve been too lenient with you,” he said, musing out loud.

The thin panties were stretched so much he could actually see the crack of her ass and slit of her cunt. “Now hold me like before but stand in front,” she said, still pretending he hadn’t spoken.

Matt moved to her front, staring down the baby doll’s neckline to her pendulous breasts, as she made sure the books were secure. He’d never before seen her incredible breasts entirely naked. To his list of her sexual traits, he added the term exhibitionist. “If you’re not taught a lesson, this behavior will only get worse. And I don’t mean a slap on the wrist.”

Janice found it harder to concentrate. “Okay, hold me tight like before and I bet this will work.” Once he gripped her hips, she stood on the thick books, raising her height by nine inches and causing the panties to slide down to her thighs.

“Ummm, now I can get those cobwebs,” she said. She must have been oblivious to the fact that her pussy was exposed, mere inches in front of her face. Matt relished the sight: except for the brief strip of very short black hair above her slit, she was still shaved perfectly smooth. His cock twitched.

She made a final, overextended reach for a cobweb. Janice felt a surge of dizziness at his words and lost her balance, toppling the stack of books, yelling and falling into Matt. He clasped her to his chest, her breasts in his face. Her face was twisted in pain. “What’s wrong?” he said.

“I hurt my ankle.” She tried to put weight on it but yelled and started falling again. Her head was hanging. Here was punishment for her smartass teasing.

“Mother!” he said. The sudden pain must have been so intense that she blacked out. He grabbed her arms and lifted her onto his bed, pulling her up to the head. In the process, her panties were dragged down to her knees. He tried to pull them up, but her legs were spread too widely, so he pulled them off and laid them on the night table.

He hurried down to the kitchen for an ice pack, water and some painkillers. The ice pack was the kind with straps. Back in his room, she was still unconscious, her beautiful legs akimbo. The panties dangled around one ankle. He fastened the ice pack securely around her throbbing ankle, staring up into her groin. He sat next to her and lifted her head. “Mom, wake up!” She opened her eyes. He placed the painkillers at her big lips and she sucked them in, swallowing water from the glass he held to her mouth. When he lowered her head, she closed her eyes and lay still.

Not wanting to disturb her, he lay next to her, his erection tenting his pajamas, staring at this sexy woman lying next to him barely clothed. After twenty minutes, he removed the ice pack. He thought about what had happened and how hard it had made him to see her tight, tanned ass and shaved pussy. After another twenty minutes had passed, she awoke as he was strapping a new ice pack onto her ankle. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” she said woozily. “I’ll just go back to my room.” Slowly, she swung her legs over to the floor. He held her arm and helped her up, but she yelled immediately, legs buckling, and fell back on the bed, grimacing. “Mom, you can stay here tonight. My bed’s plenty big for two, and I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure, honey?” she asked through obvious pain. He nodded. “All right. Thank you. I’m afraid I’d fall again in the hallway and injure it even more.” She held out her arms for a kiss. He leaned in. Rather than turn her head, she kissed him on the mouth, which he attributed to the painkiller. He thought her soft lips felt fantastic. He swung her legs back onto the bed. “Could you please bring me a stronger painkiller?”

He returned with a Vicodin and fed it to her. He was removing the second ice pack twenty minutes later when she opened her eyes. “Honey,” she slurred, “I usually get up in the middle of the night. But I’m afraid that if I do I’ll make my ankle worse. How can we prevent that?”

He remembered the straps on the ice packs. “Let’s do the same thing as the ice packs. We’ll tie your ankles to the bedposts.”

“You don’t think that’s . . . weird, do you?” she asked, her upturned eyes searching his own.

“No, I think it’s practical and makes a lot of sense.” He pulled the belts off his summer and winter bathrobes and used one to tie her injured ankle to the bedpost next to it. Her eyes had closed. The good ankle had to be tied to the further bedpost. He couldn’t quite believe he was doing it, but he found himself dutifully spreading open her other leg. Finished, he looked at his mother, her legs stretched so wide he could see her pussy and clit hood peeking out from beneath the baby doll.

“Thanks, sweetheart. When you take charge like this I feel safe. You’re very competent and authoritative for a young man. Before I go to sleep, is there any way I can thank you for taking such good care of me?”

“I’ll figure out something,” he said, his cock twitching at the drugged, “bedroom” expression on her pouting face. “Go to sleep now,” he answered, flustered. He turned off the lights and climbed in beside her. Pulling up the sheet, there was just enough slack in the belts for her to twist onto her side, facing away from him. He could tell from her breathing that she fell asleep immediately. Ten minutes later, the heat from her body, inches away, was driving him crazy, especially on such a hot night. He tried to figure out what to do-or what he could get away with. As if she could read his mind, she stirred and pushed off the sheet till it lay down on her knees. The baby doll had risen to her breasts, exposing her taut belly in the moonlight.

As quietly as he could, he started masturbating, his dick inches from her. Remembering how low her tolerance was to drugs, he took the hem of her baby doll and slowly pulled it up until her flat belly was bare. Encouraged and still wanking himself, he pulled it higher until her firm breasts were visible. He studied the wide, black aureole and thick dark nipples, almost a half-inch in diameter, the color of bittersweet chocolate. In the moonlight they looked as dark as her lustrous black hair.

After all, she’d repeatedly said he could have anything he wanted. He touched the stiff nipples with his fingertips, then traced down her belly to her mound. Her regular, deep breathing continued as he worked his shaft. He stroked the sides of her breasts and waited cautiously. Thank goodness for Vicodin.

He placed two fingers around the closer nipple, but it was so thick he added a third finger and squeezed. Her only response was to move her torso slightly. He squeezed and pulled up an inch on the far nipple. Her hips rocked back and forth.

Feeling reckless, he inserted his middle finger vertically into her slit, surprised that his finger became drenched instantly. She jerked her legs open, as if it was a reflex, revealing the big clit jutting out from its hood. Frightened, he stopped jerking himself, afraid she’d woken, still amazed at the size of her fleshy clit and labial lips, and removed his finger, the slick lips making a sucking sound, as if they were releasing his finger reluctantly.