Taboo Blackmail

Diana loves to cheat on her husband. But one night her son catches her. Can the sexy MILF convince her son to do the things his father can't? John is a great catch to be sure, and luring him into her net of incestuous desire is even more exciting, with the arousing bait of “Taboo Blackmail!”

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

“Christ,” John swore as they eased the first bookcase out of the room and down the hall. “This thing weighs a ton!”

“Keep it off the ground or you’ll gouge up the floor,” Diana warned.

“What’s more important? The floor or my spine?”

“Oh, don’t be such a baby.” Very carefully, they maneuvered through the dining room and into the kitchen. Here. Ease her down.” His mother was breathing heavily as they neared the staircase that led to the basement. “Which end do you want?”

“I should take the low end.” John stretched his aching back. “If you slip and that thing falls on you…” He shook his head. “You take the top end and help guide me.”

Of course, taking the bottom end had its own perils. Not least of which was that with his mother in the awkward position of bending over to keep her end of the bookcase from scraping the steps or digging big nasty holes in the walls, John was obliged to look straight down her shirt and into her cleavage. Aside from a short glimpse on Friday night, he hadn’t seen his mother’s breasts in years. And they were incredible. He felt behind him with his feet, one slow step at a time, half his mind absolutely dazzled by the sight of his mother’s firm, tan tits.

“To your right, a bit,” she said. John nodded and shifted. “And they’re thirty-six C.”

He jerked his gaze up to her amused face. “What?”

“The way you were staring at my boobs. You had to be wondering what size cup I am. I don’t mind, honey. I know how young men think.” Her voice took on a sardonic edge. “It’s nice that someone in this house appreciates them.”

At least the angle of the bookcase hid his groin. John wouldn’t have thought it was possible to get an erection while hauling something so heavy, but life had made a fool out of him yet again. “Sorry,” he muttered, face flaming.

“For what?” She shuffled down another step. They had to be close to the bottom, right? “Being male? Being straight? Thinking I look good? I’m not going to ask you to apologize for any of that.”

“I shouldn’t…”

“You did. One time. That doesn’t make you a pervert. It just makes you a guy.”

John’s feet finally found the gritty concrete floor of the basement. “Where should we put this?”

Diana pointed her chin at the far wall. “Over there. So,” she said as they maneuvered the bulky item into place. “We haven’t had much time to talk since you got back from school. How did second semester go? How are your grades? Are you going to live in the dorms again next year?”

John set the bookcase down with a grunt of relief. Under the guise of making sure it was flush against the wall, he ducked around a corner and made a clandestine adjustment in his slacks. It provided a little relief, at least. He just hoped the evidence would subside.