All Chapters of Taboo Heat: Tales Too Hot To Handle: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

They pulled off their boots and socks. Hank peeled his T-shirt off and tossed it aside. He had a working man's body -- not cut up like a weightlifter, but definitely in shape. Anna threw her tank top on the growing pile. She wore a tan sports bra, which she peeled off. Anna had better tits than her mom -- big, but very firm. Hank stood up and unbuckled his belt, leaving it in the loops as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Anna stood and watched, her pants undone, open, and unzipped, with her hand down the front."I love watching you strip, Dad," she said.Hank shoved his jeans down his legs and stepped out of them as he answered, "I like that we got away. It's nice to help folks, but it's cutting into the family fun."Hank stood in just his white briefs, his erection filling the front and the head peeking out of the waistband. Anna slid her jeans down and kicked them off, leaving only her pink thong. She was a younger version of Melody.She moved into her father's open arms. "Deuc

Watching doesn't mean wanting. What I wanted would be crossing a huge line. I had to be sure.Mom was gone when I got out of the shower. I dressed and joined them all on the covered porch by the pool.The margarita machine whirred away, and everybody was one drink ahead of me. Mom reported that the garage had called, and the truck would be ready the next afternoon at the close of business.Melody sipped her drink. "Well, good news for you, bad for us. You have been perfect guests and have made our dull life here just a little bit more exciting."I responded to her statement, dripping with innuendo, with just a gracious "Thank you."Mom had gone to check on the horses with Hank, Anna, and Deuce. Melody was in the kitchen, and I volunteered to help clean up.I put all the remaining glasses and plates on a tray and took them to the kitchen.Melody turned to the sink as I entered, and I saw she wore an apron -- and nothing else. I put the tray on the island. After that morning, I shouldn'

She looked into my eyes as she slowly slid her mouth down my cock, taking almost all of it inside. I gently held her head. Her tongue glided around the tip; her hand held my balls. She was in no hurry to finish me off.I lay, propped up on pillows, and savored her skill at fellatio. She looked up at me as she suckled the head of my cock while stroking the shaft, then nibbled her way up and down my shaft while fondling my balls."You're good at this," I said."That's because I love you and I love sucking cock," she replied, "and now I'm going to make you cum."My mother took me back in and sucked me in a nice rhythm, stroking the base as her warm, mouth slid up and down. She never stopped looking at me, which was the most exciting part.After a minute or so, she moved her hand off my cock and between her legs. Then she nudged mine open."No, Mother," I said.She ignored my weak protest, and I felt her wet finger at my anus, massaging her orgasmic fluid into the tight ring. She paused i

I could see past my mother. Melody was on her back at the edge of the bed with her head hanging over. Hank fed her his cock. Anna had her mouth on her mother's pussy, and Deuce was fucking her."Oh fuck," I growled. "I am now, Mom." My climax roared through me and deep into my mother even before I'd finished speaking."Oh, Bob!" Mom cried, and I felt her vagina tighten as she came with me.True to the promises of the drug companies, my cock stayed hard. Mom and I got up, and she sat. I knelt between her legs, but the angle wasn't great."Here, we'll make room," Melody said, and the Conners rearranged themselves.I wish I'd taken a picture. Melody was on her hands and knees; Mom was on her back under Melody, her face inches from where Deuce's cock was sliding in and out of his mother's pussy. I was on the floor, on my knees, licking our cum out of Mom."No touching, Marcy," Melody teased."Oh, Bob, Mom said. "Deuce has such a nice cock. Ohhh, yes, lick there.""I'm cummin, baby girl,"

A mother and son help each other cope with difficult times.Enjoy.****I sat in my car outside the lawyer's office. I was twenty-five, divorced, unemployed, broke, and homeless. It was June first.I'd met Becky during my freshman year at college. I'd been an introvert, a very dedicated one. Becky had seen something in me; she'd blown through my armor, and I'd never looked back. She'd been my first at the age of nineteen. I'd known I wasn't hers and didn't care. She'd changed me; I'd become more sociable; hell, I'd even gotten good at flirting. We got married the month after we graduated.When we'd confirmed -- after two years of trying, tests, etc. -- that Becky was unable to have children, she'd changed; she'd gotten into gambling, and that's how I'd gotten to where I was.I literally had no options. All our friends had left us because Becky owed all of them money. I had worked for her family company, and they were still in denial, so the divorce was my fault.I didn't want to call