Caught: Contemporary Taboo Romance (9 page)

“Hello. Driver's license and registration please.”

“Sorry, officer.” I shielded my eyes with my hand as he examined the inside of the car with a flashlight. “Was I speeding? I'm trying to make it home so my mom doesn't worry.”

“License and registration please,” he repeated.

I reached over for my purse to get my license. As I was leaning over, I opened the glove compartment and got out my registration papers.

“Here you go, sir.”

He didn't even look at me as he took them. I watched in my side mirror as he walked away, disappearing into the bright lights pointed at my car. My thoughts immediately went to what I'd been doing. Would he be able to smell me on the license and registration? The idea made me want to touch myself again, but I knew better than to press my luck.

“You need to slow down, Ms. Thompson,” he said when he returned.

“I will. I promise.”

After getting my license and registration back from him, I tossed them in the passenger seat.

“Be safe going home.”

With that, he was gone. He pulled out and drove away before me. I took a few deep breaths then put my registration and license back in the places. When I was back on the road, I wanted to reach down and touch myself again, but I knew I was going to have to wait until I got back to my mom's house. Playing with my pussy in the room I'd grown up in would be weird, but I was looking forward to it. I put the car on cruise and watched the miles add up on the odometer.

Two

When I got to my mom's house, I grabbed my suitcase and rushed inside. My first stop was the living room. Todd, her latest boyfriend, was sitting on the couch watching football.

“Where's my mom?” I asked as I leaned against the door frame.

“What?”

He looked up at me. I'd only met him once before – briefly – but he'd been with my mom longer than anyone else since before I could remember.

“Is my mom around?”

He frowned. “She's out drinking again.”

“Why didn't you stop her?”

A big breath came out of me, letting him know I wasn't happy.

“I'm not the boss of her.”

“Whatever.”

I turned and walked down the hallway to my room. My mom had promised me that she wouldn't change it until after I graduated college. With the way things were going, I might have to move back in with her – something that caused me to shudder. I shut the door to my bedroom behind me and made sure to lock it. Instead of unpacking, I fell on the bed.

My pussy was still begging to be touched, but I didn't feel right with Todd in the next room. I heard the cheers from the crowd at whatever stupid football game he was watching. As I laid on my very own bed, I fell asleep. A hot and sexual dream about a tall, dark man had me as hot and bothered as ever. When I opened my eyes, I was confused for a moment as my eyes adjusted.

The house was silent. I glanced over and saw it was a little after one in the morning. While I wanted to just go back to sleep, I knew I wouldn't be able to after the dream I'd just had about a strange and sexy man who took me in the dark. His taste was still in my mouth as I got out of bed and retrieved my dirty clothes from my suitcase.

Ever so silently, I unlocked and opened my bedroom door. Step by step, I crept to the laundry room. If my mom was home, I definitely didn't want her to wake up. Dealing with her when she was drunk was no fun. I knew that from personal experience. When I finally made it to the back of the house, I opened the washer and saw a pile of clothes.

I set my clothes down then moved the ones from the washer to the dryer. They started tumbling after I shut the door and turned on the machine. After I had mine washing, I leaned against the dryer, which was tumbling back and forth – almost vibrating. As my hand shook, I suddenly had an idea. I took off my pants and kicked them to the side.

With only my panties on, I hopped on top of the dryer. The feeling was amazing. A lot of girls had told me they “used the dryer” once or twice, but I had never imagined it would be so intense. My legs spread slightly with my hands flat on the washer behind my back. The vibrations were getting me wet. I reached down and pinched my nipples through the thin fabric of the shirt I had on.

The washing machine and dryer were the only things making a noise, the only sounds I could concentrate on. I heard a rhythm. Unable to resist any longer, I slipped one hand inside my panties as the other held me up. The shaking of the machine was transferred to my fleshy, pink lips via my fingers. I moaned softly.

Feelings of warmth and electricity began to course through my body. All of them were directed to my clitoris and nipples – both of which were getting harder. I rubbed. My breathing quickened. Thoughts of all the cocks I'd sucked began to rush through my mind as I pictured one of them entering my tight hole and fucking me senseless.

“Having fun?”

Shit!
I looked up and could just make out Todd standing in the doorway.

“Hey, perv. How long you been there?” I asked.

“Long enough.” He smiled. “Don't stop.

“What?” I watched him closely.

“Why stop? I like to watch.”

I didn't know if he was kidding or not. He was younger than my mom, but he was still in his thirties. When I glanced down below his waist, I saw a bulge in the pajama pants he was wearing.

“You can watch,” I said – finally. “If you touch yourself.”

As I started touching myself again, I saw him reach down and pull out his thick, white cock. He was already hard. I wondered if he'd been in his bedroom jerking off. The more I stroked and rubbed my clitty, the less I cared about what he had been doing. He started stroking himself slowly, never once taking his eyes off of me.

“I didn't know you were like this.”

“There's a lot you don't know about me,” he said.

“Mmm.”

The conversation died as we both continued pleasuring ourselves. The sight of him playing with his pecker was so fucking hot. I didn't want him to stop. Then I realized that he might be able to help me with something. His being my mom's boyfriend made it even more sinful and delicious.

“Would you fuck me?” I asked. My eyes were pleading with him.

He didn't say a word as he walked across the room. Before I knew what was happening, he had my shirt off and was kissing one of my nipples. I moaned even louder, the idea of my mom walking in making me want to continue.

“Where's mom?” I asked suddenly.

As soon as I said the word, he stopped and looked up at me. He had a look of hunger in his eyes.

“She hasn't come home yet.”

“Then fuck me!”

I spread my legs wider as he reached down and started to pull them off. As soon as they were around me knees, we both heard a car pulling into the driveway and saw the headlights on the wall of the laundry room. I wanted him to keep going, to fuck me anyway, but I knew my mom would throw a fit if she saw what was happening. Her monetary gifts were something I still needed.

“Shit,” he said then stepped backward.

“Hurry!”

As if to show him the sense of urgency needed, I jumped off the dryer and grabbed my shirt. When I had it back on, I saw that his perfect penis was put away. He left the laundry room as I grabbed my pants and hightailed it to my bedroom. If my mom came in to talk to me, I was going to pretend to be asleep. I didn't want to have to deal with her – not after what had just happened.

When I was back on my bed, I got under the covers. I could hear her moving from one room to another in the house rather noisily. Had she seen my car in the garage? Just then I heard her scream, yelling at Todd about something. I closed my eyes as her yells started to fade away. Are they fucking each other? Is that yummy cock fucking my mom? I didn't want to know the answer.

I had been so close to finally being fucked by a real cock. The thought had me slipping a hand back into my panties. I was still super wet as I stuck my middle finger deep inside my tight hole. As I pushed it in and out, the palm of my hand gently rubbing against my clitoris, I felt the familiar sensations of pleasure wash over me. I rubbed and fingered myself faster and faster.

Finally, I came. The orgasm washed over me – one of the biggest I'd ever had in my short life. I had to put a pillow over my face to try to keep myself from screaming too loudly. My breathing slowly began to return to normal as the sensations continued to race through my body, lighting up my mind. I forgot about my laundry and everything else in the world as I closed my eyes and fell back asleep.

Three

The next morning, I woke with a start. For a moment, I wondered if the events of the night before had really happened or not. The orgasm had been too real to be a dream. And seeing Todd's cock had been a special surprise. I still couldn't believe he'd walked in on me and asked me to continue – or that I'd asked him to fuck me.

After crawling out of bed and throwing on a spare set of sweat pants I had in my closet, I headed to the kitchen to start some coffee. The clock read almost noon. If my mom still wasn't up and about, she had probably been really wasted when she came home the night before. As I waited for the coffee to finish, I cleaned up the few dishes that were in the sink and put them away.

When the pot of coffee was finally done, I poured myself a cup as well as one for my mom. She liked hers hot and black. I grabbed her cup and headed down the hallway to her bedroom. Without even thinking about it, I threw the door open. To my surprise, Todd was naked in middle of the bed going to down on that huge cock of his. Mom was nowhere to be seen.

“Well, I was going to give mom a coffee, but I guess I'm going to give you a different wake up treat.”

Before he could say anything or stop me, I jumped on the bed between his legs. He tried to cover his cock with his hands, but I moved them away. Then, watching his face, I took the tip of his dick in my mouth and started running my tongue over the underside, something I knew most men I'd been with liked. From the expression on his face, I knew I was hitting his buttons.

As I sucked him up and down, I once again wondered what it would feel like to have him buried deep inside me. I was about to stop and crawl on top of him when I felt the familiar changes to his body movements and breathing. He was about to come. Already! Instead of pulling my head away, I kept up what I was doing. I wanted to try to time it perfectly so that I could stop just before he shot his load.

I waited a little too long. His entire body tensed up as he groaned and began to squirt his warm, thick cum in my mouth. I moved my head back, but I wasn't quick enough to avoid the first few spurts. The others shot through the air and landed on my shirt.

“Ew! That's so gross!”

“I'm sorry,” he said, still breathing heavily.

“Whatever. You should've told me you were about to come.”

“Well, next time I'll come in your pussy, then.”

He chuckled as I ran into the bathroom to spit and rinse out my mouth. After cleaning up, I headed to the laundry room to finish the load of clothes I'd started the night before. I knew the rest of the afternoon would be awkward with Todd and me both trying to avoid each other, so I left the house right after my clothes were clean. The local mall was my destination.

Four

Later that evening, bummed that I hadn't been able to buy more on my impromptu shopping spree, I went home. Inside the house, I heard voices in the kitchen so I headed that way. Mom – drunk as usual – was sitting at the table, a cigarette with a long ash dangling from the tip hanging from her left hand. Todd was sitting across from her holding playing cards in his hand.

“Who's winning?” I asked as if nothing had happened earlier in the day.

“He's fucking cheating,” mom said. Her speech was slurred as she pointed an accusatory finger at Todd.

I opened the refrigerator and retrieved a bottle of water.

“We have a pizza coming if you're hungry,” Todd said as I turned back around to face them.

My head nodded up and down ever so slightly. “Cool. I could eat.”

“I bet you could...”

My eyes opened wide. I couldn't believe what he'd just said to me – in front of my mom.

“She's always loved pizza,” she said, waving me off.

I thought about just taking off and going back to school, but the doorbell rang.

“Can you get that?” Todd said.

“Sure. You got money.”

“Here.” He stood and leaned over the table and handed me a twenty dollar bill. “Just tell him to keep the change.”

After taking the money, I made my way to the front door. The bill was nineteen dollars and fifty cents.

“Keep the change,” I said.

The driver rolled his eyes and turned to head back to his car. I shut the front door and headed back to the kitchen. Todd had set three plates on the table in middle of the room. The cards were gone. Mom was still in her seat, a cigarette about to fall out of her hand.

“You like big sausage?” Todd asked then smiled at me devilishly.