Semua Bab Taboo Heat: Tales Too Hot To Handle: Bab 1 - Bab 10

She slapped me. Hit me, really. She never had before, and I'm pretty certain that she meant it to be lighter than it was. It glanced off my cheek and into my nose. It hurt like hell, far more than it actually caused any damage. I saw stars and I felt something wet on my upper lip. For a second, just a split second, I had an image in my mind. It was of her, my mom, crying on the floor. Groceries were spilled around her and I was tearing the shirt off of her. It was crystal clear, and it aroused and sickened me.To my credit, I did the only other thing I could think of. I turned around, went to my room and slammed the door hard behind me, locking it. I didn't know at the time how she interpreted my behavior, but at that moment I was no longer angry. I just knew, deep inside myself, that I had to put as many barriers between me and her as possible. I knew that I was exactly one bad decision away from being a monster. We weren't getting along, but she was still my mom. I still loved her a

We had a park just outside of town. It had a few soccer and baseball fields, a man-made lake, and a forest with many paths. On this particularly fine Sunday it was very quiet. Only a few cars parked, one or two people walking in the distance."Perfect," she said. I didn't ask for what.She took a deep breath and turned partially to face me in her seat. I couldn't tell if she was nervous, excited, or both."I've been unfair...and cruel to you," she said, "And I want to make it up to you. I need to tell you some things, and then...then you can make up your own mind. I know that...other people would say that you are a child, and that anything I'm about to say to you, or offer to you, is wrong. I...I choose to believe that you are capable of making up your own mind. The only thing I want you to do right now is listen, ok honey?"At this point, even I realized the nature of what she was suggesting. Not so much that it would be sexual, but that it would change our relationship. No longer wo

I had a really basic idea of what that entailed, but it was from porn and even then i knew that what I saw there probably wouldn't be what she wanted. I was however, excited by the idea. For the first time I'd caught the scent of her sex. It smelled musky and pure to me. And I wanted to taste it. I started to move my head in the direction of her slit."That's like when I lick your vagina?" Yeah I wasn't the best with women's anatomy. She chuckled, but warmly."I don't think your tongue is quite that long. You're going to lick my vulva...that makes up most of the outside parts of my pussy."Normally I wasn't really big on teachable moments, but as she spoke she had laid back and took her panties off. She spread her legs and I was mesmerized as she pointed things out."Do you mind if I show you how I like to...uh...masturbate? If you watch close, you'll see where your tongue should go...and maybe your fingers too."I nodded fast, but my eyes didn't move from my mother's pussy. As I watc

I didn't have to make any decisions for a while. I had a few cracked ribs, a fractured wrist, and some significant internal bruising. I didn't have a concussion, but my face was swollen on one side and I had two black eyes. I ended up in the hospital for three nights. Mom and Becky visited me every day, and Mom came again later at night. From the outside I'm sure we looked like any other mother and child, as she held my hand and stroked my hair, but our conversation was anything but. She told me again and again how proud she was of me, and that he'd never hurt me again. She whispered promises that made me blush, and said she loved me. The way she said it, I knew that we were basically a couple. I was happy with that.I didn't understand at first, but I began to realize that as much as she wanted to protect me, the fact that I had protected her, at the cost of my body, was something she found difficult to cope with. She talked about how guilty she felt, and I tried to be all manly and

"Aw...baby. Its a term of endearment. He's brought me a lot of pleasure, after all." then her conversation ceased as she took my cock in her mouth. She had a lot of experience at this. Especially with me, and she was using it all. Her tongue flicked over my most sensitive spots as she smoothly moved up and down on my shaft. And then, just as I was used to it, she started to really deep throat me."Oh, fuck, mom. Fuck, what are you doing to me." was all I could get out.She stopped, looked at me, and said "Well, do you want me to swallow or do you want to fuck me? I need my son's cum, but I don't care how I get it..."Even then, after fifteen years (more or less) of being together she could drive me wild when she gave me that look and talked like that. She knew what she did to me, and she loved it. She loved knowing that I wanted her so badly, so often.She also appreciated that despite her being over fifty, i didn't treat her like fine china, to be looked at but never handled, and esp