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  Table of Contents

  Caught in a Taboo Love Affair

  By Iris Black

  The XXX Christmas Party

  By Rod Mandelli

  Riding Red

  By Cate Troyer

  The Photo Shoot

  By Emilia Steele

  Aliens Need Milk Too

  By Faye Parker

  Pounding My Mother In law

  Raminar Dixon

  Taken for a Ride

  By Raminar Dixon

  Break Me

  By Mike Ox

  Pink

  By Sophie Peele

  The Best Man’s Wife

  By Q.R. Braddock

  Tribute for the Viking

  By Calandra Hunter

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  Caught: A Taboo Love Affair

  By Iris Black

  © 2014 Iris Black

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  My heart pounded in my chest as I paced around the hotel room. My entire body seemed to shake. My hands clenched into fists, my eyes narrowed into slits. What the hell was I supposed to do? Should I confront them about it? Should I just pretend I don’t know anything and go about my normal life? With a groan, I collapsed onto the plush bed, burying my face in the blankets.

  Less than a few hours ago, I’d found my son in bed with my wife. Well, “in bed” is putting lightly. Rather, they were fucking like rabbits on the sofa in the middle of the living room. They went at it, the sounds of their moans and skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. Neither of them even noticed me walk in the house, then turn around and walk back out.

  I’d come home from my business trip a day early, hoping to surprise them. I’d finished my work ahead of schedule, and I’d missed Jennifer. I figured she would be thrilled I managed to sneak away a day earlier. Well, it looks like they surprised me instead.

  My own son having sex with his step-mother... Even if they weren’t related through blood, they were still mother and son. He was barely even an adult, having only turned eighteen a few months ago. Yet, there they were, completely naked and fucking like crazed teenagers.

  Anger welled up inside me again. How could she sleep with another man? And not just another man, but my son! I’d heard of women sleeping with their husband’s brothers or best friends, but never their sons. How could she do this to me?

  Somehow, anger wasn’t the only emotion that fought for control. Excitement vied for its own place in my mind. Seeing Jennifer bent over the back of the couch, moaning and begging for more, while Jason pounded away at her turned me on for some reason. Seeing him in complete control, making a woman scream out his name left a certain bit of pride inside me.

  But what was I supposed to do? I doubted I’d ever get that image out of my head. How would I be able to look at either of them again? Each time I saw them together I’d wonder if they’d just had sex or if they were thinking about having sex together.

  Despite the anger that filled me, I couldn’t exactly blame Jennifer. My job often took me away from home for days at a time. She always said she was fine, that she didn’t mind. And I’d always made sure to make love to her before and after all of my trips, often bringing her home small gifts as well. Apparently that hadn’t been enough. She needed sex more than once or twice a week.

  I guess I should be thankful she went to Jason, rather than to some stranger. At least I could trust him, knew he wouldn’t try and steal my wife. I was pretty sure he was clean, too. Him and I were close, having talked openly about sex together in the past. I doubted he would’ve kept it from me if he’d had some kind of disease.

  Still though, Jason and Jennifer? Having sex together? I rolled over on the bed, grabbing one of the pillows and putting it over my face. I needed to come up with a plan, come up with some way to deal with this before it was too late. But how?

  I spent the rest of the night in that cheap hotel room, tossing and turning. By the time morning came around, I’d barely slept a wink. But, I’d come up with a plan of action. I couldn’t just forget, and I wouldn’t be able to pretend I didn’t know about their time together, at least not for long. So I made up my mind; I would have to talk to them, starting with Jason.

  Jason was still sleeping upstairs when I got home, though Jennifer was awake in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. As soon as I walked into the room she set down the spatula she held and ran over, wrapping her arms around me. “Welcome home, Shane!.”

  Despite everything that happened yesterday, I still loved her. I always would, no matter what happened. So I wrapped my arms around her, put on a big smile, and said “It’s good to see you. I’ve missed you.”

  “I missed you, too.” She stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips against mine for a quick kiss. I tried to kiss her back, but she pulled away, giving me a chastising look. “Jason will be down for breakfast soon. Wouldn’t want him to find us having sex on the table. Save it for tonight.”

  Part of me did want him to find us having sex on the table. I’d found him and Jen having sex on the couch, so why shouldn’t he find us having sex in the kitchen? But I kept it in my pants, for now. I wanted to talk to Jason first, not have him suddenly walk in on his parents having sex together.

  While Jen finished cooking dinner, I took my bags up to our bedroom. The room was immaculate. There was no sign of anyone having sex in here since I’d left. No messy bed sheets, no smell of cum and sweat, not used condoms in the trash. Then again, I had no idea if they were having sex in here or not. I also had no idea if they were even using condoms. From the angle I’d seen them, I couldn’t tell. All I could see was Jason’s bare ass and balls as he fucked away at Jen’s cunt.

  Did it matter if they were using protection? Jen used the pill so that her and I wouldn’t have to use condoms. Besides, Jason and her weren’t related by blood, so even an accidental pregnancy wouldn’t be the end of the world. As long as he was clean, I guess it really didn’t matter if he wrapped it before plowing her.

  I had to adjust myself before heading downstairs. The thought of Jason emptying his balls into Jen’s pussy had gotten me hard, though part of me still hated to admit that. When I fucked her tonight, would I still be able to feel his cum in
side her? I hoped so.

  For now though, I had to wait. If I pushed things too quickly, either of them could freak and back out. This little secret could be the end of my marriage, if I didn’t handle things carefully. I didn’t want to tear the family apart. Instead, I wanted to bring everyone close than ever.

  Breakfast was its normal affair. We all chatted like nothing had gone on yesterday. Jen asked me about my trip, while Jason talked about going to college in two months. For all intents and purposes, it was a normally family meal. No one knew about the thoughts constantly swimming around in my head.

  I watched Jen and Jason carefully during the meal, looking for any signs they were involved together. None appeared though. If I hadn’t caught them in the act yesterday, I probably never would’ve known about their little affair.

  The fact that there were no quick glances or longing looks told me loads. It wasn’t an affair in the traditional sense. They weren’t dating. There was no romance between them. Essentially, they were a mother and son who happened to have sex together occasional. And, so far as I could tell, that’s all it was. Just sex.

  That, I could deal with. I doubted I’d be able to handle the two of them going on dates, having romantic outings together. I could learn to live with them getting into bed together once in a while. Everyone had sexual desires. I couldn’t deal with my wife falling in love with someone else, especially my own flesh and blood.

  After dinner, Jason and I did the dishes together, like normal. Jen cooked, we cleaned, that was the arrangement we’d fallen into many years ago. Part of me wanted to hash it out with him right then and there, while Jen went upstairs to shower. But I knew it wasn’t the right time. I needed to wait until I knew we wouldn’t be disturbed. This wasn’t exactly a conversation I wanted Jen walking into in the middle of.

  So we chatted about random stuff—Jason’s upcoming classes, sports, even about my upcoming trip in two weeks. He seemed generally interested in my job, which was a little odd. My job was essentially a glorified IT consultant. We sold hardware and software to restaurants and bars. Whenever we needed to demo stuff to new clients, or assist current clients with malfunctions, the company shipped me off. It wasn’t a bad job, but for someone like Jason who was much more interested in biology and chemistry—sides of science that didn’t involve explaining computer systems to idiots on a regular basis—it wasn’t exactly fun or interesting.

  I couldn’t tell whether he was just feigning interest to satisfy me or if he was already looking forward to his next weekend alone with Jennifer. He’d just spent four days with her, probably fucking her brains out every free minute. Was he already itching for his next fuck? Then again, when I was his age, I couldn’t get enough sex. It was on my mind twenty-four seven, even if I’d just finished fucking a girl.

  My chance for a chat with Jason came about half an hour later when Jennifer came back downstairs all dolled up. “I’m going out with the girls for some shopping and lunch. I’ll be back before dinner.” She flashed me a quick smile before heading out the door.

  When Jason went to head up to his room, I put my hand on his shoulder to stop him. I nodded toward the living room. “I wanna have a chat with you.”

  Confusion swept across his face, but he followed me nonetheless. Once the two of us were sitting on the couch, conveniently the scene of the crime, I took a deep breath.

  “How long have you been having sex with Jen?”

  Jason face flushed scarlet. He looked away from me, suddenly becoming very interested in the carpeting. “I... I mean.... we haven’t...”

  “Don’t lie to me, Jase. I came home early yesterday and saw you fucking her.” I took another deep breath. “I’m not mad. I just want to know.”

  He shrugged, still not looking at me. “A few months I guess.”

  “How’d it start?” Part of me didn’t want to know, didn’t want to hear all the intimate details of their sex life together. The other part of me wanted to know every last detail, wanted to hear about each one of their encounters together.

  Jason let out a sigh and flopped backwards against the couch. He was quiet for a minute, making me wonder if he would answer. “She walked in on me jerking off. I was in my room, ya know? Naked and watching some porn. I mean, I know you guys don’t care if I jerk off or watch porn or anything, but I closed it all and covered up. Somehow it ended up with her giving me a hand job.”

  Even with his lack of details, I could almost picture it in my mind. Him sitting at his desk, slowly stroking his cock when Jennifer busts in. I could see him grabbing his boxers, laying them over his stiff member. I could even picture Jennifer, offering to help him out with his little problem.

  Before I knew it, my cock was hard as a rock, attempting to burst through my jeans. Fuck, I was actually getting turned on thinking about my wife jerking off my son. What kind of father did that make me? It was one thing to be proud of your son getting a little bit of action, but it was completely different to get hard thinking about it. Especially when he was having sex with his step-mother. Yet here I was, hard as a rock and desperate to empty my nuts.

  When I glanced over at Jason, I could see a bulge in his pants too. He was getting turned on telling me about his little sexcapade. Apparently he was just as much of a pervert as I was. Like father like son, right?

  I reached over and patted him on the shoulder. “It’s cool. If you and her wanna have sex together, I’m okay with it. If she’s gonna sleep with someone else, I’d rather it be you than some guy she met at a bar or something.”

  Now he looked up at me, hope in his eyes. “Really?” He seemed genuinely surprised, like he expected me to scold him. A small part of me wanted to be angry, though more at Jennifer than at him. But the part of me that was turned on by all this had taken over.

  “Yeah, really,” I said with a nod. “She’s your step-mother, after all. It’s not like you’re related by blood.”

  “Cool.”

  Nothing was said for a few minutes, until I looked over and saw his absentmindedly rubbing his crotch through his jeans. Both of us needed to rub one off. “Wanna jerk off together?”

  The words were out of my mouth before I even realized what I was saying. Had I really just asked my son to jerk off with me? Sure, I’d just offered to share my wife with him, but jerking off together was different. There wasn’t a woman between us. It would be just the two of us, naked and stroking our cocks while we watched porn.

  Jason didn’t seem to object. Instead, he grinned and gave his cock a squeeze through his jeans. “Hell yeah. I need to bust a nut.”

  While I grabbed the remote and found one of the adult channels, Jason began undoing his pants. By the time I had the movie on, his jeans were tossed aside, along with his t-shirt. He sat next to me, his hard cock only covered by the thin material of his boxers. He was hung, too, which made me feel a swell of pride. As I watched his cock twitch beneath the silk, I waited for it to tear a hole through it.

  He was definitely my son!

  When he looked over at me and grinned again, I realized I was overdressed now. Within seconds I’d stripped down to my boxers, my own cock straining to break free of its silk prison. God I needed to come. There was no way in hell I’d be able to wait for Jennifer to get home. It was either jerk off with Jason or jerk off by myself. And, for some reason, jerking off with Jason seemed to be a lot hotter.

  The sound of a teen girl squealing and begging for more filled the room. Some girl, wearing part of a cheerleader’s uniform was getting tag-teamed by three muscle-bound men. Their large, thick cocks had her holes stretched to their limits as the fucked her senseless.

  I looked over at Jason and said “Ready?”

  When he nodded, both of us hooked our thumbs in our boxers, then slid them down, tossing them aside with the rest of our clothes. Now we sat on that couch, both hard as rocks with not a stitch of clothing to cover our bodies.

  It was the first time I’d ever seen Jason hard. We’d never been shy abo
ut our bodies before, often getting changed together at the gym or the beach or on vacations. I knew he had a decent sized member hanging between his legs, but now that I saw it fully hard, I was pretty damn impressed. No wonder Jennifer had wanted a piece of it. He was definitely my boy.

  Without saying anything, I took hold of my own cock and turned my attention back to the movie. Sure, I was turned on by having a spank session with my son and by thinking about him having sex with Jen, but I wasn’t into him. I liked my cock as much as the next man, but I wasn’t into other guys. I liked pussy, though I wasn’t opposed to sliding into the backdoor once in a while.

  The more I watched the pretty, young blonde get her cunt pounded, the hornier I got. I wish I’d talked Jen into a quick fuck before breakfast. But it was too late for that. Rubbing one off would have to do. I reached down and fondled my balls with my left hand while I continued a slow, steady stroking with my right. I’d been jerking off since I hit puberty; I had this down to a science by now.

  When I heard a light moan come from next to me on the couch, I glanced over to see Jason jerking off the same way. Apparently he’d had enough practice to learn just how his cock likes to be fondled. He caught me looking and flashed me a grin. “Guess we have something else in common.”

  “We’ll have to ask your mom if we fuck a like too,” I replied with a smirk.