TABOO TALES(erotica)

The offering

After breakfast, the humiliated mother excused herself and took a long, hot shower, wondering what exact form the repercussion would be to her screw-up. Janice and Matt had no contact the remainder of the morning. Only once did he see her, and then from a distance. He stood in the doorway to the den. She was kneeling at the coffee table, writing intently in a book. But he didn’t say anything and left the house. Soon after, she left for the gym.

When he returned home in the afternoon, he found her sunbathing again, lying on her front. But this time there was an almost empty margarita pitcher and a full glass on the table next to the bottle of sun block. They greeted each other. His appearance made her even more nervous, swallowing her drink. Yet she was grateful that he’d finally arrived, wondering if he’d notice that she was wearing a bikini different from that of yesterday. “Are you ready?” he asked.

“Do you mean for my punishment?” She sounded almost eager to Matt.

“No, that’s for later.” He realized she wore a different bikini. This one was much more abbreviated and the material was thinner. He made sure to massage as high as possible on her thighs and as low as possible on her back. She groaned quietly.

“Okay, time to turn over.”

“Would you tie my top, please?”

“I don’t see why. Yesterday you were naked in the kitchen.” There it was. She realized he was determined to keep pushing her.

“But my back was turned to you, and I was a few feet away, not lying underneath you!” Matt shrugged and tied the strings, but much tighter than she had the day before. “Oh, that’s tight!” she cried, surprised, but turned over, eyes closed to the sun. Matt stared at her breasts, straining against the taut, skimpy fabric. He shot two long strands of sun block up her legs and, beginning with her feet, worked up, rubbing in the cream. When he reached her thighs, he kneaded the flesh with an outward motion, forcefully spreading her thighs wider and staring at her bikini bottom. He could clearly see the outlines of her camel toe, the labia puffy against the thin material.

His knees pressing firmly against her hips, he squirted a load of lotion on her belly. “Ohhh,” she murmured. He squeezed a second shot on the tops of her breasts, exposed above the bikini top. Suddenly, she froze, mouth agape, staring at herself.

“Close your mouth,” he instructed. Once she did, he sprayed a burst of lotion on her forehead, nose, cheeks, and chin. He knelt motionless, enjoying the picture, his cock pressing against his shorts. They both remained still. Janice was shocked at how she would appear to a friend or neighbor, her knees spread wide until they extended off the sides of the chaise lounge, her legs glistening, her chest heaving with excitement, ropes of white lotion snaking across her face, breasts and belly.

He leaned down and whispered. “Do you know what you look like, Mother?” She knew very well, her pussy fluttering, but his voicing the question filled her with a wave of humiliation. Her pussy tingled. He was relentless.

“Yes, but I can’t say it to you, it’s obscene. It’s so bad you’d have to force me to say it. Not that you ever would.”

Gently, he slapped her left cheek with his right hand, scattering the lotion. With that act of discipline, the energy between them changed forever. “Mother, I asked you a question.” He noticed that she didn’t object to the slap, but her eyes had defocused and he thought her already fat nipples had grown even larger. Do you know how you look with the sun block all over your face and chest?”

“I. . . I suppose so. . . yes, Matthew.” He increased the pressure of his knees against her hips.

He slapped her other cheek. “Well?” There was absolutely no way she would ever say it. He laughed at her discomfort. “You look like a cake, and I’m the baker decorating you for a birthday with white frosting.”

“Oh, of course!” she sighed with relief, but cringing with embarrassment at her lewd mind and the wanton image it had conjured. Matt massaged in the lotion until her stomach was coated. He proceeded to her face, caressing her full eyebrows, strong cheekbones and wide mouth. Finally, he coated her neck and chest. She made no verbal response when he rubbed the tops of her breasts exposed above the bikini, the skin very hot under the intense sun. But her mouth hung open.

“All done,” he announced and stood.

“Oh, thank you, Matthew. That was wonderful.”

“You owe me, Mother. Don’t forget to say goodnight to me tonight. And I won’t forget to administer that punishment soon.”

That night, when Janice knocked on his door to say goodnight, Matt’s night table lamp was still on. This way he could see her front more clearly, instead of outlined by the hall light behind her. Again, she wore only the thin baby doll. She must have washed it. Janice knew the length was skimpy, but the outfit was a lot more protective than standing naked in the kitchen, even if her back had been turned to Matt. Once again she felt a strange restlessness, standing in the doorway, wondering if he would ask her an innocent question like he did in the afternoon, only to have her lascivious mind interpret it in a sexual way.

“Mother, why is the top of your baby doll cut so full, with so much material?” he wondered.

“Gee, I don’t know,” she said, puzzled by his question. “It’s traditional. They’re always cut this way.”Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“What if they were cut tighter?” he asked.

“How do you mean?”

“Well, wouldn’t it be cooler in this heat if there were less material?”

“I guess so, sure,” she said, aware that she was perspiring.

“Come over here.” Without a thought, Janice walked over till she was standing against the bed, her loins level with his head and only inches away. Her breathing had changed. He reached for the material at her sides, but her arms were blocking him from pushing back the extra material. “Move your arms away,” he ordered. She held out her arms but they still interfered with Matt’s. “No, that won’t work. Put them behind you.” She crossed her arms behind her, wrist holding wrist. He began moving the gauzy fabric but now her elbows were in the way. “Your arms are still in the way, raise them up.” She lifted them till they were horizontal, as if she was doing jumping jacks. “No, they’ll tire too quickly like that,” Matt said. “Clasp them behind your head.”

Obediently, she clasped her palms behind her neck, aware of her jutting breasts. To her, the stretch felt good. She had no idea how it made her look. “Good. Now turn around.” She rotated, her luscious ass inches from him. He picked up several magnetic clamps that he’d earlier moved from the magnetic whiteboard in the kitchen to his night table. He tightly gathered the material at her shoulder blades and fastened it with a clamp over her spine in the small of her back. It never even occurred to her to wonder about him having clamps handy on his night table.

“Oh!” she said as the material pressed against her breasts, conforming to them. Matt fastened the lower material at the base of her spine, so the baby doll was also taut over her belly. He grabbed her hips and spun her back to face him. “Wow,” he thought to himself. The filmy fabric was stretched so tightly across her breasts he could see them-and her oversized, dark nipples-clearly. She looked down at her son, who was blatantly ogling her breasts. Her nipples and aureole were not only far larger than normal, their color was exceptional extremely dark, verging on black, a match for the sheaf of cropped black hair on her head. The nipples were abnormally long and thick, the color of dark chocolate.

She felt a wave of wild, defiant abandon mixed with shame as he blatantly inspected her. Exposing herself like this was wrong, but felt wonderfully satisfying. She’d been a hardworking single parent for years. She didn’t have to be so serious all the time. She could have a little harmless fun with clothing. It’s not as though she was butt naked, like in the kitchen. Besides, it made her feel young and desirable.

He stared up at her, challengingly. “Doesn’t that feel better?”

“Yyes, Matthew, it does feel cooler.”

“Turn around again,” he commanded.

“Whawhat are you going to do now?” she protested, flustered.

“Just do it, Mother. You’ll see soon enough. And I’m not pleased with the way you question what I say. Maybe after I speak to the Dean about your bad mothering I should also go see Family Services.”

“Oh, Matthew, please don’t even joke about something like that. I know how badly I’ve acted.” She turned obediently. Matt gathered the fabric of the skimpy panties and clamped them tautly in the center of her ass, so tight she could feel the cotton pressing between her large pussy lips. As the material pressed into her cunt, she realized with a wave of panic that her slit was wet. A fresh wave of perspiration broke out on her breasts and groin. “Turn.” But she stood frozen. Matt waited a moment and then slapped her ass.

“Ouch!” she cried, too stunned to obey his order. So he slapped the other cheek even harder.

“Mother, you’re still not behaving.” When she finally faced him again, she watched him staring at her pubis. Matt was thrilled. He could see her clit pushing aside its hood, as well as her damp, bare lips. God, they were huge. A narrow trace of clipped hair extended above them. “There, how does that feel?”

“Umm, it’s so tight it actually hurts a little.” He was acutely aware that she had not lowered her arms from behind her head. That was a good thing, very good.

“It hurts, does it? Well, that’s good. Maybe the discomfort will be a reminder to not burn my breakfasts any more. Now go to bed.” Disappointed at being dismissed so soon, Janice suddenly became aware of her posture. She’d practically forgotten her raised arms. She lowered them, slightly reducing the pressure on her breasts and trudged to the door, aware of the fabric rubbing against her damp nipples and labia.

She turned back to him. “Aren’t you going to loosen my baby doll?”

“No, why don’t you sleep like that?”

“But the clamps will hurt when I lay on my back,” she complained.