Taboo Christmas Page 14

  "What are you doing?" he asked.

  "Getting you ready for bed."

  For some reason he couldn't coordinate his arms. I had to climb up and straddle his chest so I could wrestle the t-shirt over his head.

  I was more than aware of the intimacy of my spread-legged position. My son was naked under me, as helpless as a baby. My pussy was wet, and I was still feeling aroused from the blow job I'd given him. There was a distinct damp patch that stained the crotch of my shorts.

  Now or never, I thought to myself.

  I pulled my tank-top off and tossed it aside. My firm breasts bounced a little as they settled on my chest.

  "What are you doing?" he asked.

  In response, I leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. His lips were warm and had the sweet, tangy taste of margarita. My breasts pressed against his upper chest. I could feel my nipples harden against his warm flesh.

  He struggled against me at first, but I refused to break the kiss. It didn't take long before his mouth softened. His lips opened and our tongues met. As drunk as he was, he wasn't beyond the point of resisting a good old-fashioned Frenching. I devoured him with a passion I'd never known in my life.

  I felt his hands rest against my thighs. He began to stroke them. A renewed wetness spilled from between my legs. Without a doubt I was leaving a wet spot on his chest.

  I broke the kiss long enough to stand up on the bed, unbutton myself, and kick my shorts across the room. Before he could get his thoughts in order to say anything to me, I resumed my position and smothered him with my mouth.

  Oh God, it felt amazing to press my naked flesh against him. Out of pure instinct, I began to pivot my hips and grind the lips of my slippery pussy against the furrowed rows of his washboard stomach. With his tongue in my mouth and his abs teasing my clit, I could have come right then and there.

  Jack's hands moved from my thighs, up my torso and slipped around to cup the sides of my breasts. I sat up so he could hold me completely. He gently squeezed my tits together and ran his rough thumbs over my pink nipples. I gasped as a thrill of pleasure arced through my body. My clit and my nipples seemed connected by an electrical current.

  "Ellen," he said. "You're so beautiful."

  In his darkened bedroom, I'm sure I resembled an older version of his ex-girlfriend. I wanted to correct him, to let him know that I was his mother who wanted him so very much. I decided to let him keep his fantasy. For now.

  Something soft and probing nudged at the flesh of my buttocks. I didn't have to turn around to know that his cock had grown hard again. I wriggled my hips and squirmed backwards over his stomach. I lifted myself just enough to let his cock slide between our bodies.

  I rested my pussy on top of his thick shaft, letting it slide into my groove. My heart was pounding so fast and hard in my chest that I thought it might burst. I rubbed myself against him, painting him with my juices. The nub of my clit brushed the head of his cock, and I let out a shuddering breath.

  Jack began to moan too. His hands clamped tighter around my breasts. I could feel the pulse in his cock beating against me. He grew harder by the second, and pressed deeper into the folds of my cunt.

  "I want you, baby," I moaned. "I want you so bad."

  He began to flex his buttocks, pressing upwards against me. "I want you too," he sighed.

  I drew myself up the length of his cock, so that only his tip was nestled in my folds. Then I lifted my hips away from his body. His hard cock raised up with me.

  "Spread Mommy wide," I whispered.

  His hands left my breasts and reached between my legs. His fingers stroked my soft, wet petals. Using both thumbs he stretched the lips of my pussy open. A trickle of cream spilled from me and dribbled onto the head of his cock. I reached down to grasp his shaft and positioned him against the opening of my sex.

  I wanted nothing more than to sink down on his pulsing cock with my full weight; to impale myself on every last inch of him. But I realized he was bigger than the dildo I'd used on myself.

  My quads trembled as I squatted over him and carefully eased his thickness into me.

  "Oh, yes," he groaned, "you're so tight. Oh God, I can feel every inch of your sweet pussy." His eyes were squeezed shut; his back arched off the mattress.

  My breath came in tiny gasps. He was stretching me so wide. I never would have been able to take him into my tight cunt if it hadn't been for the dildo.

  I finally took him to the hilt, and collapsed onto his chest. Our bodies were slick with perspiration. My hair was tangled in my eyes. Jack began to thrust into me, slowly at first. Even with those gentle pumps, I thought for sure I would break. It was like I'd never fucked anyone before in my life. It was like my son was my first. Like he was taking my virginity all over again.

  As I got used to the sensation of fullness, I began to bounce on top of him, riding his pole. My buttocks slapped against his rising hips. His cock was so far inside of me that I could feel him in my belly.

  "Fuck me, baby," I purred. "Fuck me hard. Shoot your cum into my pussy. Fill Mommy's hole."

  His hands clamped tight around my hips. His thrusting became even more frantic. The pleasure was reaching a breathtaking crescendo. His teeth were gritted, his face was flushed. I could tell that he was on the verge of exploding.

  I didn't care that I wasn't on any birth control. I didn't care if I got pregnant. There was only one thing that I wanted in this whole world: my son's cum. I wanted to feel his hot seed splash into my cunt. I wanted him to paint my insides.

  "Please shoot it in me," I begged. "Come with me, baby. I want us to come together ... oh, oh, oh!"

  The muscles of my pussy began to clench and spasm around his thick shaft. A whimper escaped my lips.

  I felt my son go rigid beneath me. For a brief moment his thrusting stopped. And then he let out a mighty roar. His hot cum exploded into me. Blast after blast filled my cunt. My voice joined his in a chorus of ecstasy as my orgasm surged through my clit and spiraled through my body. I had never come so hard in my entire life.

  I collapsed onto him, spent. My hair pooled across his chest and neck. His cock continued to pulse and twitch inside me. Eventually he was still.

  "Ellen," he whispered into my ear. "That was amazing."

  I raised my head. "No, honey. It's me, Mommy."

  "Mom?" He looked confused.

  "Yes, and you made me feel so good tonight. I love you so much, baby."

  "Mom?" he repeated, and shook his head as if his sight was blurry, and he couldn't focus properly.

  "That's okay, sweetie. Just close your eyes and rest. You've had a lot to drink tonight."

  I gave a contented sigh and nestled my head against his shoulder. I felt safe and happy wrapped in his arms. Even though I clenched my pussy as tight as possible, I couldn't prevent his softening cock from sliding out of me. A warm trickle of his sperm spilled from my thoroughly fucked hole.

  I knew there would be a lot of explaining to do in the morning when he sobered up and realized what had happened. And there was also the possibility that our unprotected sex could lead to pregnancy. But those were problems for another day. For now I was happy to lie wrapped in the arms of my gorgeous, hunky son.

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  STORY 8

  When Dad announced his intention to marry his longtime girlfriend, part of me was thrilled that he'd have someone special in his life again. Another part of me dreaded the fact that there would be another woman who wanted to be known as "Mom." One mom was more than enough for me, thank you very much.

  All that changed when Megan (my future stepmother) introduced me to her son. Until that point I had no idea she had any kids. Although I certainly wouldn't call Brandon a kid. He was more like a hunk!

  His brown hair hung in shaggy waves over his forehead. From behind that gorgeous mess stared two intense blue eyes. His lips were luscious and full, especially when he smiled at me for the first time.

  My heart swelled, and I had to look awa
y. I knew I would have said or done something foolish if I'd stared at him a moment longer. That day I swore to myself that I would make Brandon mine.

  Unfortunately, my plans of conquest didn't unfold as smoothly as I hoped. Almost two years elapsed, and my sexy stepbrother and I shared nothing between us but a few cordial greetings.

  It didn't help that Brandon was a few years older than me and attended college on the other side of the country. I was lucky if I saw him when he came home on the occasional school holiday.

  The few times that we were together, I tried my darndest to seduce him. He just laughed at my feeble advances. Just my luck, he didn't see me as an attractive and sensual woman who was eager to jump his bones. He saw me as his annoying little stepsister. I had to resign myself to the fact that we'd never be anything more than siblings.

  Throughout college he had always spent his summer vacations travelling abroad. This year, however, he would be home for the entire summer.

  I'd just graduated from high school, and I still hadn't found a summer job. This meant Brandon and I would be spending a lot of time together. All the old feelings for him that I'd hidden away for so long suddenly came to the surface again. Every day, pangs of longing for him filled my heart.

  I was making coffee one morning when Brandon strolled in, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Hi, sis," he said.

  "Hey, bro," I replied with a shy smile. I wondered what he would say if he knew how much I thought about him while I lay in my bed each night.

  The evening before I had been naked beneath my covers. As my wandering fingers explored my body, I pretended it was his hands stroking my breasts, his hands caressing my pussy. In the end I had to turn my face into the pillow to muffle the sound of my orgasm as I imagined him fucking me hard and making me cum.

  I suppose I should have been ashamed for having such thoughts about my brother. But I didn't. The lust I felt for him was too strong to resist.

  "Mmm, the coffee smells great today," he said as he came up behind me. He was standing so close that our bodies touched as he reached around and grabbed an empty cup. "How about you pour me some."

  I tried hard not to shiver as his warm breath tickled the back of my neck. It took all my willpower to not let the coffee pot slip from my trembling hand and crash to the floor.

  He stood there at that intimate distance sipping the hot beverage with a look of bliss on his face.

  "Doing anything special today?" he asked. The sparkle in his eyes returned to its full, blinding intensity as the coffee kicked in.

  I shrugged. "Not much. I'm gonna head to the mall and see if I can find a job."

  "Really? You're just going to show up at random stores and beg for employment?"

  "Yup."

  He gave me a doubtful look.

  "Okay, fine," I said in a low voice. "That's what I told Mom and Dad. In reality I'll probably just go shopping."

  His face split into a big grin and he gave me a playful nudge. "I knew it! You can't fool me, little sis."

  "You promise you won't tell?" I was suddenly worried that he'd pull an older-brother dick move and rat me out to our parents.

  "Of course not. It'll be our little secret," he said. Then he added, "Hey, why don't I come along with you. We can grab a bite to eat, or catch a movie. What do you say?"

  "Are you serious? You're sure you won't be bored hanging out with your little sister?"

  "Bored? Why would you say that? I've been looking forward to spending time with you for ages. We haven't seen each other in months." He leaned in and gave me a big hug.

  Being wrapped in his big strong arms was heavenly. I almost whimpered in dismay when he let go of me.

  "Do you mind if we do a couple of girlie things too while we're there?"

  He frowned at me. "Girlie things?"

  "Yeah, I want to buy a nice dress. You know, so I can look good when it's time for me to actually apply for a job."

  "Sure, why not."

  We cleaned up the breakfast dishes and got ready to leave. Brandon changed into a white shirt and a pair of jeans. How was it possible for such a simple outfit to look so damn sexy on him. The muscles of his pecs and biceps strained the fabric. It was as if his body wanted to burst free. I for one would have welcomed the appearance of his naked torso.

  "Is something wrong, sis," he asked as I stared dreamily at his chest.

  I shook my head to clear away the stupor and said, "I'm just thinking about the dress I'm gonna buy."

  "It must be a nice one, because I swear you were starting to drool."

  Brandon took the wheel as we drove to the mall. I tried hard to pretend that this trip was nothing more than an ordinary brother-sister outing. But how could I feel that way when I desired him more than any man I'd ever known? I had to do something to entice my brother into seeing me as something more than just his dorky little sister.

  "I hope you don't mind but I called Taylor and asked him if he wanted to join us."

  Taylor and Brandon had been best friends for years. On the rare occasions that Brandon was home, Taylor was always in tow. I've never been fond of blond men, but Taylor was the exception. His charming personality and athletic body more than made up for the solitary flaw of his hair. If there was anyone else I'd ever consider dating—other than my brother Brandon—it would be Taylor.

  "Sure," I said, "it will be cool to see him again."

  We drove in silence for a while before Brandon said, "You know, I think he has a crush on you."

  I lurched in surprise. Taylor was the last person I would have expected to notice me. College guys were supposed to be interested in sorority girls. Not innocent, unworldly high school students like me.

  I must have been blushing because Brandon laughed and said, "Oh, so you have a crush on him too?"

  "No!" I said, and felt my face grow even warmer.

  "Aw, c'mon. He'd make a great boyfriend. Unless, of course, you're already seeing someone."

  I didn't say anything in reply.

  "So ... are you?" Brandon pressed.

  I shook my head.

  "You know, come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen you bring anyone home."

  I folded my arms across my chest. "Yeah, well you're not at home very much to know about these things, are you."

  "Does this mean you've got a secret boy that you're hiding away? Someone you haven't told me about yet?"

  "No."

  "Have you ever had a boyfriend, April?"

  "Can we change the subject please," I said, squirming in my seat.

  "You know, there's nothing wrong about still being a virgin," he said, and reached over to give me a poke in the ribs. "It's good to know there are girls out there who still want to save themselves for marriage."

  "Who said anything about saving myself for marriage?" I said with a snort. How could I explain to my brother that the only person I was saving myself for was him. The only cock I ever wanted inside me was Brandon's. But since the likelihood of that ever happening was close to zero, I would have to resign myself to being a nun for the rest of my life. Unless, of course, the comment about Taylor having a crush on me was genuine, and not just one of my brother's teasing pranks.

  I cooled off by the time we reached the mall. The prospect of trying on new dresses was too exciting.

  Brandon was a good sport. He came around with me and offered his opinion on the outfits he thought would look good on me. He also acted as my personal dress caddie. When his arms were full, I led him back to the fitting rooms. He hesitated at the entrance.

  "Don't just stand there," I said, tugging on his arm. "Come in with me."

  "No way! I can't go in there."

  "Why not?"

  "It's for ladies only."

  "Big deal. No one's gonna notice. Besides, I need your opinion on how these dresses look. Especially the ones you helped pick out for me."

  To be perfectly honest, I had other ideas about what I wanted my brother to do for me once we were in the privacy o
f the locked cubicle. And it had little to do with his opinions on my outfits.

  "Try on the dresses one at a time, and then come out here," he said. "I promise I won't run off."

  "I don't want to keep going in and out of the fitting room. Why don't you—"

  The chime of Brandon's phone interrupted us. He held up a finger to silence me as he reached into his pocket.

  I put my hands on my hips. "How rude! We were in the middle of a conversation."

  "An argument," he corrected as he typed a response to the text message he'd received.

  "Who are you talking to? Who takes priority over your little sister?"

  He grinned at me. "It's your new boyfriend."

  "Taylor?"

  "Of course, Taylor," Brandon said, rolling his eyes. "Who else have we been talking about this morning."

  "He's not my boyfriend."

  "You can tell him that when he gets here. He just got to the mall. I'm telling him where to meet us."

  "He's not going to want to shop for dresses with me."

  "Oh, I don't know about that," Brandon said. "I'm sure he'd give anything to see you in a slinky little outfit."

  "Stop it!" I said punching my brother in the arm.

  As much as I protested about Taylor's alleged crush, it was nice to know that someone was interested in me. And even if it was nothing more than a big joke to tease me, what better way to spend the morning than with two hunky college guys at the mall.

  It wasn't long before Taylor showed up. I hadn't seen him in ages, and in that time he'd become hotter than before. He'd cropped his blond hair short and, just like Brandon, he wore nothing more than a white t-shirt and jeans. The guys looked like a pair of fraternity twins. Not that I was complaining. What other teenage girl was lucky enough to say she was spending the day with two hot college boys?

  Taylor and Brandon shared a bro-embrace. Then Taylor turned to me and looked me up and down.

  "April, I haven't seen you in ages. You've grown into a fine looking woman."

  Brandon noticed the semi-seductive way his friend was eyeing me. "Careful buddy, that's my sister." It was kind of cute the way my brother had become so protective of me.