All Chapters of Taboo Heat: Tales Too Hot To Handle: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

The rest of the day was unremarkable. I spotted smoke twenty miles away, but it was a car fire, which I dutifully reported. The beach had a few people, but as I said, the water was still too cold for swimming. I ruminated upon my voyeuristic morning over and over and concluded that what consenting adults do is their business - and, noting the hypocrisy on my own part, that I apparently liked to make it my business, at least from a safe distance. At five, I lowered my cooler, put my clothes back on, and walked to the house.Dinner was leftovers. I cleaned up, took a shower, and watched two movies on Netflix, checking the porch twice to see if the siblings were at it in the bedroom; they weren't.Mom arrived late. I'm a light sleeper, so I heard her and her squeaky door; I'd only oiled mine. Through the thin wooden wall, I heard noises -- muffled moans and the bed creaking. My mother was masturbating. What I saw that day had opened a new world for me. At first, I had trouble picturing m

The main room had a big sectional couch and a few uncomfortable folding chairs. I came back in just loose shorts and an old tee. Mom had on a long tee and, I assume, panties under it.I sat at the opposite end of the sectional."Rex, come sit next to me, please."I changed positions. The evening was cool, and with the windows open, a gentle breeze flowed through the room. Mom unfurled the fleece from the back of the couch and covered us."Better?" she asked."Much, thanks," I replied, feeling her warm thigh against mine. My mind ran back to that morning - to watching my mother masturbate while watching a mother and son have sex. My penis swelled - no surprise there - and I forced my mind to go elsewhere; it didn't help. Mom moved her hand to my leg, near my knee. It felt good.We sat and watched the movie in silence. In my head, the memories of what I'd seen over the previous two days ran like a porn film. I only had light cotton shorts on, and my penis was fully erect. Somewhere in t

I dropped my shorts. I knew I had to do something to get her out of there or I was going to fuck her all day."Ohhhh, nice," she said. "Go get your undies."I tossed them to her, and she smiled. "You're never going to wash these again. Come stand next to me."I did so, the tip of my cock inches away from her face. She slid two fingers in and out of her soaked sex while the other hand pinched and pulled her nipples. My briefs lay on her hard, flat abdomen."I love your cock. You're bigger than Hank and Kyle. You'd fill my pussy and hammer my cervix. I bet you cum a lot, too."I stroked faster. She knew filthy talk was like gasoline atop my erotic fire. Then it was my turn. "You look amazing when you're being fucked by your son.""Ahhhhh," Aubrey moaned. "More; say more!""I watched as you held his face against your pussy, cumming, splashing him. He drank your cum like a sex slave should." Aubrey's fingers rammed faster. I knew she was close. "Your son fucked you so hard, slamming his y

"His hands roamed over my tank swimsuit, over my breasts, and down lightly between my legs. I reached out and gently grasped his erection through his shorts, the first cock I had ever felt. 'This is wrong,' I said."Rob's finger pressed the fabric of my cheap tank suit into my pussy. 'I know. How do you feel?'"I massaged his cock. 'Like I don't care,' I whispered. 'Like I want this.'"My mother's fingers were running along my hard cock. I tugged the knot on her top and felt the strings fall away."Thank you," she said, and continued. "'I want to see you,' Rob said. I slid the shoulder straps of my suit off and rolled it down, exposing my breasts. 'Your turn,' I said as I untied his bulky swimsuit. His erection held it up; I had to pull it out to let it drop. I nearly orgasmed when Rob's hands covered my breasts. I had his erection in my hand. 'This is so wrong,' I said."'Then why does it feel so good?' he replied. I had no answer for that. Rob gently pushed my suit down until he cou

A MUSE TO USE: A cuckolded author is inspired by his daughter.Enjoy..*******July 30, Noon.Hi there. Everybody calls me Pixie; that's thanks to Dad. I'm a gymnast, just five feet tall, but solid. I've got black hair and blue eyes. I'm a senior in high school and the only child of Sam and Faith. We live in Raleigh, North Carolina. Well, we LIVED in Raleigh. This blog is the history of what happened to my family in only four months. I'm going to write it as if it were happening. That way, it's like you're there, right?April 12, 12:05 P.M.Dad writes novels, and Mom sells real estate. They are both real good at their jobs. Dad's readership is growing. He's on his fourth book but doesn't make the kind of money Mom does. He will, though. I've read part of the new book.April 15, 10:34 P.M.There is something wrong in the family universe. Mom and Dad are acting more like business partners, not husband and wife. I don't know what's going on. Mom made a comment today, something like she w