TABOO TALES(erotica)

When Janette returned home that afternoon, she was wild with excitement, telling her father that Justine, Angie’s mother, was even more beautiful – and hotter – than her daughter, although the two looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. Janette described Justine’s appearance in great detail. “Daddy, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t have a boyfriend.”

“Oh? What makes you think that?” Matt asked.

“Well, she had a lot of sexual tension. And maybe the reason why Angie is a natural sub is because her mother is one too,” she added hopefully.

“What are you getting at?”

Finally, Janette told her father what had really happened at Angie’s apartment and showed him the photos of Angie bound and flogged by her mother. He whistled, amazed and intrigued, and said he’d call Justine to arrange a meeting.

Only a couple of days later, while he was still thinking about where to meet and what he’d do to the hot MILF, Justine beat him by calling first. The semester’s first-quarter marks had been issued. In her hoarse, sexy voice, she explained how delighted she was that every one of Angie’s grades had improved from her previous school.

He explained that Angie knew from the beginning about the serious work ethic at his house. Monday-Friday was when homework and studying had strict priority; the weekend was when the girls could play. He took the opportunity to suggest that the two of them meet after school on Friday afternoon to celebrate Angie’s achievement and discuss a suggestion he had. Justine, intrigued, agreed and asked him to pick the place.

Two days later Matt was sitting in the dim rear lounge of an upscale club that he frequented. The lounge area was closed, but the bartender knew him and a $20 bill convinced the bartender into letting Matt sit there in privacy, as long as he didn’t expect table service. And the bartender warned him that the room was hot as well. Matt gave the guy another $20 so he would be generous with the spirits when Justine appeared, taking her order at the bar when she arrived and giving her an overgenerous pour. He peeled off another $20, inviting the bartender to stay at his post if the action became intimate. Then Matt sat in one of the curved booths, facing the entrance to the lounge.

Justine was late, something he might be able to use later to his advantage. She was saw him at the rear of the dim space and, momentarily confused by the low light, she hesitated inside the door, a big drink in hand. She knew him. And he was quite good-looking. “I’m so sorry I’m late.” Matt just nodded.

She was breathtakingly hot, a more developed version of her daughter. Her inexpensive clothing – full skirt and tight jacket over an off-white blouse – covered almost her entire body, but it didn’t fool Matt. Big tits, slim legs, straight black hair, wide thick lips, a waif-like haircut. Like mother like daughter.

Matt immediately became excited. This MILF was a prize even bigger than that of her daughter. It’s not just that Justine was very pretty. She was the most sensuous woman he’d ever seen. He immediately pegged her as a submissive with a high sex drive.

He knew her – or at least had seen her recently at one of the school’s sports events. He’d first seen her at a Parent-Teacher’s evening. Their eyes had locked, although they’d never spoken.

“Hello. Sit here,” he said, patting the curved banquette close to him. The bartender must have told her that the room was officially closed, so they would have privacy. She placed her tall drink on the table. It looked like a quadruple vodka on the rocks. (The bartender had certainly earned his big tip.)

“Whew, it’s hot in here.” She unbuttoned her jacket, spreading it open and showing the light, tight blouse underneath. But nothing was revealed, not even a hint of cleavage. Already perspiring, she drank a quarter of her cocktail in one gulp; he wondered why she was so nervous. He was also drinking vodka, except that he was nursing it.

After discussing the girls’ grades, Matt added that Justine’s information from the girls was not exactly correct. “Angie’s grades have gone up, but not in all classes. In fact, her math grade dropped from a B to a B-. I’m concerned about both the girls. Janette’s grade in Chemistry dropped as well. They were warned that if their grades suffered, there’s be consequences. Remember? You and I agreed on that.” Justine nodded, remembering their talk about strictness. We have to do something definite to stop this downward slide. Don’t you agree?”

Justine nodded guardedly, apprehensively. “What exactly did you have in mind?”Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Look, tomorrow is Saturday. Why don’t you come over and see my place? You could join us for a morning swim and a celebratory lunch. We’ll figure out their punishment then.” Justine looked flushed and swallowed more vodka. Matt didn’t mention that lunch would be followed by a discipline session. “Bring an overnight bag and stay over in the guest room. I don’t like the idea of your driving all that way back to your place in the dark.

“I think you should definitely be there,” he said quietly but forcefully. She glanced at him.

“What kind of discipline?” she asked, haltingly.

“The old-fashioned kind,” he said promptly.

“You mean spanking?” she asked.

“No. Spanking is for children.”

There was a protracted silence while she inferred his meaning and decided how to continue. “What will you use?” she whispered.

“Something more serious than before.”

“Before?” she croaked, her breathing more ragged.

“Oh, didn’t Angie tell you about the other night?” She searched his face as he nonchalantly looked at his drink.

“A leather tawse,” he said in a matter-of-fact way, as if saying “salt and pepper.”

Justine took a large swallow, becoming increasingly agitated. “And how did she respond?” she asked tentatively.

“Very well. She took to it naturally and has a high threshold of pain. But you probably know that. Have you had occasion to punish her yourself?” he asked innocently.

“Y-yes, with a paddle, but not for a couple of months.”

“Oh? Because she’s been behaving perfectly?”

“Nooo. . . . because I noticed that it excited her.”

Matt turned to face her directly. “And does Angie take after her mother?” Justine turned to him, her eyes searching his face, but said nothing, shifting around on the banquette. She drained the remainder of her glass.

He wouldn’t let it go. He asked, “Does Angie’s mother also have a high threshold of pain?”

She squirmed again. “I was raised in a very strict household,” she said, evasively.

“Both of your parents were strict?”

She shook her head. “My mother was out of the picture from an early age. I was raised by my father and my brother.” It sounded as if they’d both disciplined her.

“How much older is your brother?”

“He’s actually a year younger, but has a very controlling personality.” Now that was interesting news. If she’d been punished by a younger brother, she must be highly submissive. As if she read his mind, she explained, “My father traveled a great deal on business. So if he wasn’t home on a weekend, my brother had instructions to administer discipline himself.”

“You still look hot. Take off your jacket.” She shifted on the banquette, troubled by his peremptory tone. It wasn’t a suggestion.

She noticed the bartender staring at her. “I’d rather not, thank you.” He leaned over – she was sitting to his right – and pulled her jacket off her shoulders and down her upper arms, but leaving it dangling around her elbows, constraining her arms. And he saw why she’d been reluctant. Her tight blouse was paper thin, clearly revealing a lacy black bra. Her tits looked much larger, freed from the camouflage of her severe jacket. The dark chocolate nipples were even darker and larger than her daughter’s. “Matt, the bartender’s right over there.”

“He’s not only right there, he’s also staring at the exhibit you’re providing.”

Matt was becoming increasingly excited. He leaned forward and clasped the base of her left nipple with his left thumb and forefinger. The rubbery stalk was so big that the bulging tip extended well beyond his fingers. She started in surprise but didn’t attempt to move his hand. Instead, she glanced at the bar, but the bartender wasn’t there. He could have seen her in an instant. Nobody had ever sized her up as fast as this handsome guy had done.

Matt rolled the other nipple. “Ohhh!” she moaned. She looked down at his broad thumb and thick finger. He squeezed the second nipple and she licked her lips in mild pain. When he pulled the nub, she fell back against the rear of the banquette, her thighs scissoring open, gritting her teeth.