Julian is eighteen years old and lives with his step-mother, who is the only parent he has ever known. His nerdy looks and social awkwardness make him a virtual outcast at school, keeping him in a near constant state of depression.
His mother never dated much but recently started seeing a local hotel owner. She has the curious ritual of becoming inebriated before he comes over each Friday, a mystery that is revealed later.
One evening Julian answers the phone and learns that his mother’s boyfriend can’t make it that night. Going upstairs to tell her, one thing leads to another until the ultimate taboo is committed. Feeling guilt and shame at what happened, he falls into a state of even greater depression.
But was it all his fault? Things aren’t exactly what they seem, as he soon learns. The relationship with his mother takes a bizarre turn that he never expected or dared to hope for.
“Bad Boy: A Confession of Taboo Sex, Volume I” contains 15,000 words. It is a “long” short story intended for adult audiences only. It has graphic sexual situations between an eighteen year old boy and his step-mother.
Excerpt from “Bad Boy: A Confession of Taboo Sex, Volume I”
Standing up straight, I inched my way into the room until I was standing near the front corner of her bed. As perverted as it is to say, the view was amazing. I never noticed before that the front of her chemise was completely transparent, so I could clearly see her panties, stomach, and most importantly, her breasts, almost as if she was naked. In the past I saw the entire top part of her chest from afar when she bent over, but this was the first time I ever saw it from this angle and fully exposed. The sight of her nipples peeking through the transparent fabric put me in a trance. If she opened her eyes at that point, I don’t think I would have been able to tear my gaze away from her.
All of my pent-up lust and desires erupted within me to the extent that I could barely control my actions or think properly. I finally realized why all those men in power were always getting caught in sex scandals. When a guy’s lust reaches such heights, rationale thought goes out the window and is replaced with instinct and biological urges that are almost impossible to control.
I didn’t stop to think or plan out what I would say if Mom woke up. I entered a world of hazy autopilot as if I was a drone with no command of my own actions. Without taking my eyes off her chest, I stooped and took off my pants and threw them in the hallway. Then I crawled onto the bed and lay down next to her. She made no movement, so I threw my arms around her stomach and gave her a hug. My face rubbed against her upper arm while my erect penis pressed against her leg through my jockeys.
Mom stirred groggily but made no sudden movements of surprise or alarm. Holding my breath with a mixture of terror and excitement, I lifted my head off the bedspread, turned over so I was lying on my stomach, and lowered my head between her breasts, nose first.
For a few moments I didn’t dare to breathe, but since she still made no move or sound, I exhaled and then drew in a long breath. Her chest smelled better than anything I could remember, but maybe my overwhelming lust just made it seem so. The fabric of her chemise blocked my mouth, but my nose was firmly lodged in the crack of her bare breasts.
I slowly began shaking my head back and forth, rubbing my cheeks against the softness of her skin. Just as I started to relax and enjoy myself, she finally stirred and opened her eyes.
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