Caught: Contemporary Taboo Romance

I felt his fingers on my back as I leaned over the center console in the front seat and took his penis in my mouth. I'd never given a blowjob before, but I really liked Chuck. I wanted him to know I'd do anything to make him happy, that I wasn't just some stupid eighteen year old girl. At thirty-five years old, he was a lot older and more experienced than me. But that's what I liked about him.

I stopped sucking and sat up.

“Do you mind if we go inside? I don't want any neighbors to see and tell my dad.”

“Sure,” he said. “Sounds like a good idea. As long as we can keep going with what you were doing.”

His smile made me melt. I felt a tingling sensation between my legs. We got out of his car in the driveway. Looking toward the road five hundred or so feet away, I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. I had about an hour before my stepdad got home from work. I was sure that was more than enough time to finish giving my first blowjob to a real man.

I'd fooled around with boyfriends before, but we'd never done anything other than “heavy petting” and using our hands. Chuck was nice enough to show me what real men wanted. Once inside the house, I led him upstairs to my bedroom. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed while I locked the door. Turning around, I gave him the sexy smile I'd been practicing.

“Come suck on this,” he said, pulling out his short white cock.

When I made it across the room, I got down on the floor in front of him. Placing my hands on his thighs, I bent my head forward and planted a sloppy, wet kiss on his mushroom head. His cock twitched a little, causing me to flinch.

“It's okay. It won't bite.”

He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me closer to his dick again. I opened my mouth and it slid in. Not sure of what he wanted me to do, I started moving my head up and down like I'd seen on porn videos at a sleepover one night. His cock began to get harder and longer. I knew it was going to happen, but it still caught me by surprise.

“Ouch! Watch your fucking teeth,” he yelled.

I stopped and looked up at him. “I'm sorry. I've not had a lot of practice.”

“Well, if you keep going out with me, you're going to get some practice.”

My head lowered again and I started sucking, trying not to think about my teeth. This, of course, made me think about them even more. His fidgeting on the edge of my bed wasn't helping matters any. Still, I was trying my best. I wanted to make him feel good. If he wanted me to be a slut, I would be a slut as long as he gave me some attention.

Then he pushed my head back and stood up. “You know what, don't worry about it.”

“I'm sorry, I can do better. I'm just in a hurry before my stepdad gets home.”

“What?” His eyes widened. “When's he getting home?”

I pulled my phone out of my back pants pocket and looked at the time. “We have another ten minutes or so. How long will it take to get you off?”

“Fuck! The way you suck, a lot longer than that. I gotta get out of here. Here you go.”

He pulled a cigar from his sport jacket and handed it to me.

“What's this for?” I asked, taking it.

“So you can fucking practice putting something in your mouth without fucking biting.”

He raised his hand in a half-wave then unlocked the door and left. I looked out my bedroom window and watched as he drove away. When he was gone, I headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I didn't want my parents to be able to smell dick on my breath. My mom was gone on a business trip, but Harley, my stepdad, was going to be home at any minute. He was always looking at me strange and gave me the creeps a little, but mom loved him and he was good to us.

After brushing my teeth, he still hadn't shown up. He was late home sometimes, but I was happy I'd gotten rid of Chuck when I did because I didn't want to take any chances. I was really starting to have feelings for him. I knew he was almost double my age, but I didn't care. He had life figured out, and I was sure he could help teach me.

Back in my bedroom, I glanced at the large cigar on my desk near the window. The shape of it intrigued me. The more I looked, the more I wanted to put it in my mouth. After glancing at the clock one more time, I couldn't resist any longer. I picked up the long, fat cigar and put one end of it in my mouth. It tasted nasty.
Is it different when it's lit?
I wondered.
Only one way to find out.

I went to the kitchen to look in the junk drawer for a lighter and found on. Back in my bedroom, I shut the door, not locking it. My mind was obsessed with smoking that cigar. If I could learn how to do it right, I was sure that Chuck would like me more.
He probably wants an older more mature woman and smoking this will make me at least seem like one.

Looking at the cigar in one hand and the lighter in my other hand, I put two and two together. Once the cigar was in my mouth, I flicked the lighter and raised the flame to the tip. I took a few big puffs … and automatically started coughing up a lung. After I settled down, I tried to get it lit again, not inhaling as much smoke this time. Just as I was getting accustomed to the smell, I heard the front door open.

“Lacey? You here?” My stepdad's voice flew up the stairs.

“Fuck!” I muttered, looking around for somewhere to put out the cigar.

“What the hell!”

I turned around and saw my big, black stepdad in the doorway. He didn't look happy. I gave him my best puppy face look – eyes wide and head tilted down as I looked up at him.

“What are you doing, Lacey? Your mother is not going to be happy about this. I'm supposed to be making sure you don't get into trouble.”

“I know. It's just that I got this new boyfriend...”

As soon as the last words left my mouth, I knew I'd said too much. Harley walked away without saying a word.
Was that desire in his eyes? Did he find me sexy? I am wearing a skimpy outfit.
My young mind was going a million miles an hour as I thought about what to do next. If he found out about Chuck and me, he would be really angry.

After a few minutes, I decided to go talk to him to make sure we were okay before mom got home. He was in the living room in his leather recliner, trying to relax. I approached him and felt as if I was moving through water I was going so slow. Slowly but surely, I made my way over to him. Once at the recliner, I put my hands on the arm and bent down a little, giving him a great view of my breasts.

“Lacey, go away. I can see your tits.”

“What's wrong? I'm eighteen and we're not related.”

“I know, Lacey. It's just that...”

“Fuck me, daddy,” I said, not knowing what came over me.

I bent down, giving him another great shot of my breasts, and kissed him lightly on the lips. Pulling back a little, I tried to gauge his reaction. He wasn't angry at me anymore. His face was full of another emotion – lust! I wasn't sure if I could trust my reading of him, but I'd seen the same look in Chuck's eyes once or twice when we'd first started going out.

We both didn't move. My face was barely inches away from his. I jumped a little when he raised his hand and but it on the back of my neck. Then he pulled me down and my lips touched his again. This time was different. His large, wet lips started kissing me. Then I felt his tongue work its way inside my mouth.
It feels so good!
I couldn't think of anything except his mouth pressed against mine.

Finally, his hand slipped down my back and cupped my right ass cheek. I moaned then broke off the kiss, stepping back a little. I watched intently as he adjusted his pants in the crotch area.
Am I getting him excited?
Would he actually let me see his cock? Just thinking about the word was getting me wet between the legs.

Just as I was about to reach down and grab his thick cock through his sweatpants, we both heard the front door open. I straightened up and made a beeline for the couch. I had just sat down and turned on the television when mom walked in. She walked right past Harley and halfheartedly waved at me before she moved on toward the kitchen. I looked over at Harley.

“Don't say anything about the kiss, and I won't say anything about the cigar. Deal?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

I nodded then went into the kitchen to talk to mom and make sure she didn't suspect anything. I hadn't seen her in three days and had missed her, but part of me wished she would leave again so I could have some alone time with Harley. I couldn't stop thinking about his big, juicy lips meshing with mine. After talking with mom a bit, I realized she was as far away as ever. She seemed like she was in her own world sometimes.

“I'm going to order a pizza for dinner. That sound okay to you?” she asked as she closed the refrigerator door.

“Sounds yummy. Let me know when it's here. I'm going to my room.”

“I'll shout for you when it's here.”

I went up the backstairs to my bedroom so I didn't have to face Harley again. Knowing he had kissed me back made me forget all about Chuck and how mean he'd been to me. I would probably see Chuck one more time to tell him I didn't want to see him anymore. I wasn't looking forward to having that conversation with him, but I felt it was the mature thing to do. As I waited for the pizza to arrive, I tried to think of what to say to him – how to let him down easily. I had no ideas by the time mom called my name from downstairs.

Needless to say, dinner was awfully awkward. Harley wouldn't look in my direction at all. I kept asking him questions – enough that mom gave me a glance or two – but he didn't really answer. Not wanting to push my luck and happy he hadn't told mom about the cigar, I got up and excused myself from the table. I was eighteen and could smoke, but she didn't want it in her house. And as she reminded me ALL THE TIME, when I was under her roof, I had to play by her rules.

* * *

The next evening, I accepted Chuck's call – finally. He'd blown up my phone calling, sending text messages and more. He even started sending me messages on Facebook and Twitter, like he was stalking me. When I answered his call, I told myself that I had to tell him I didn't want to be his girlfriend anymore.

“Hello? Lacey?”

“Yeah.”

“Why the fuck didn't you answer your phone? You know how I hate that shit.”

“I'm sorry. My stepdad was teaching me something in the garage and I was busy.”

“That's right. Your mom is dating a black guy now, right?”

“Shut up!”

“Well, it's true. All the guys at the bar are talking about it.”

“I said shut up!”

“Why? 'Cause your mom loves big black cock.” He howled with laughter, as if he was the funniest man on the planet.

“Please shut up? I wanted to talk to you about something serious.”

“You know what? I don't need your drama. You can't even suck dick right. Just forget all about me okay?”

His voice was cold and mean. Then he hung up on me! I thought about calling him back right away, but I knew that was exactly what he wanted. Instead, I sat on my bed and started sobbing. The more I thought about my life, the more upset I got. If I couldn't get a gross guy in his thirties to like me, how was I going to find ANYONE to love me?

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