Heaven Next Door Pt. 03: Taboo

Every time I tried to apologize for being too rough, she would give me a stern look and say, "Don't you dare!" Before we left, she waved me over to where she sat on the couch and fished my dick out of the leg opening of my lightweight shorts. Her lips were soft as she wrapped them around my cock and gave me a last, gentle sucking.

"Thank you, Greg," she murmured, patting my dick before covering it again. "That was just...unbelievable."

"You're welcome," I replied softly, leaning down to give her one last kiss before we left.

We were halfway home before Catherine finally spoke. "You know I was kidding," she said softly. "Greg, I don't think I could take that kind of pounding."

"Oh, you will," I replied breezily. I was looking at my mother's eyes in the rear-view mirror and we shared a wicked grin.

Catherine shuddered in the passenger seat, letting out a soft whimper. She couldn't help but think how that would feel, since she knew I would be fucking her in her quivering little asshole instead of her pussy. And she knew my mother would be watching the whole thing.

* * *

When we got home, my dad was there. He smiled and waved as we pulled into the driveway next to his car. Catherine reminded us that she had promised to make dinner now that her dining room was finished. We had all showered at Gloria's house, but after all that hot, sweaty sex we needed another shower. My dad's eyebrows shot up when Catherine headed over to her place. The back of her t-shirt blew up, revealing her perfect ass cheeks bisected by that pink thong.

Mom had already made her way into the house, and Dad fixed me with a piercing look for a moment. Then he chuckled and shook his head. I gulped and headed inside. All the way up to my bathroom, I couldn't help but think that he knew I was having sex with Catherine. I was reminded a little uncomfortably just how skilled he was at reading people.

As I showered, I realized I desperately needed to talk to Catherine before my dad saw her at dinner. If she was still thinking about me pounding her asshole the way I had abused poor Gloria's pussy earlier, Dad would read that fear and arousal in an instant. I rushed through my shower, dressed, and hustled to the front door.

"I'm going to head over and help Catherine with dinner!" I hollered as I headed out the door.

Catherine's eyes were huge when she answered the door. I smiled at her and bent to kiss her gently on the lips as soon as I was inside. "I was just teasing you earlier, in the car," I said, shaking my head. "I hope you know I would never hurt you like that. I feel bad enough for what I did to poor Gloria."

Catherine chuckled, "'Poor Gloria?' You're kidding me, right? She loved that, Greg. I guess you weren't paying attention, but your mother and I were watching you two and we were so jealous. Oh, it will probably wreck me for a week, but I can't stop thinking about how incredible that's going to feel."

I gobbled for air, unable to find words as I followed her into the kitchen. "Really?" I finally croaked in disbelief.

She turned down one of the burners on the stove and stirred the veggies, but she nodded and bit her lip. It worried me that she couldn't even look at me. I shook my head and thought furiously for a minute. Then I grinned and shook my head.

"Well I'm sorry, Catherine, but I can't do that with you," I said.

She whipped her head around and stared at me. "Why not?" she demanded.

"Because I'm not about to wreck you for a week," I replied. "Maybe I'm being selfish, but I want to be with you every day—at least until Melissa comes home."

"Oh," she replied.

We were spared further conversation on the subject when the doorbell rang. I headed over to the front door and let my parents in. The four of us stood around in the kitchen and talked for a few minutes while the food cooked. Mom and I set the table, after Catherine got out a tablecloth for us to spread over the big hardwood dining room table.

Dad looked around the room repeatedly from the time he walked in until we were seated for dinner. "This room really does look great," he mentioned, nodding with approval. "I can't believe the two of you knocked this out so quickly." He looked at Catherine and then at me, and then he shook his head. "I've never been good at this sort of thing. Honey, you remember when I tried to replace the garage door?"

She laughed and covered her mouth. "Oh, honey, I wasn't going to bring that up! I wasn't any better when I tried to help." She smiled and shook her head, then looked around the table at us. "That poor guy from Sears came over and couldn't believe how badly we had screwed it up. Didn't he wind up having to replace the whole thing?"

"Yeah," Dad muttered. "That wasn't cheap, either. I learned my lesson, though. Good contractors are worth every penny."

We all chuckled and Dad gave me a smile. The rest of dinner was nice and relaxing. After we had eaten, they opened a bottle of wine and relaxed in the living room. I volunteered to do the dishes, but was quickly outvoted.

"I can get those later, Greg," Catherine insisted.

"Come join us," Dad said, patting the couch cushion to his left. "We won't have you around much longer before you head back to school. Why don't you tell us some stories about your summer classes?"

That went better than I expected. You see, my dad is a great storyteller. I'm sure when he retold some of my little anecdotes from college to his co-workers, they came out much better than when I told the same stories. Still, I was able to be entertaining and informative. It made me smile when I could coax a laugh out of them.

Catherine relented and let me stay to help with the dishes after my parents headed home. By then we had visited for over two hours and it was dark outside. Once we were alone in her kitchen, the first words out of Catherine's mouth were, "What if I want you to wreck me for a week?!?"

I just had to laugh.

Then I had to kiss her. That was nice, full of passion and promise. Then we had to do the dishes, since I still had to go home before I could come back later.

* * *

My parents had left the front light on for me, but it was dark inside the house when I walked in. I figured they had gone to bed, and headed upstairs to my room. I lay down in my bed and thought about the day I'd had. I still had to shake my head in disbelief. I fucked my mom, right here!

I got hard again just thinking about it. And then, because it was still so new to me, I pictured her huge tits shaking wildly as I fucked her. How the hell could I not have noticed those all this time?

Melissa, I reminded myself. I always had Melissa on my brain.

A soft knock at my bedroom door snapped me out of my reverie. I expected it would be Mom, letting me know my father had fallen asleep and that it was time for me to head next door to give her a show. Much to my surprise, it was my dad who opened the door.

"Are you still awake?" he asked softly.

"Yes, sir," I replied, sitting up in my bed.

"Mind if I turn on the light?" he asked.

"Go ahead." I squinted when the light came on, and he looked at me thoughtfully.

"Couldn't sleep, huh?" he asked.

"I was just thinking," I replied, shaking my head.

"About what's going on with you and Catherine?" he asked. He finally came over and sat next to me.

I nodded. It seemed pointless to try to lie to him.

"She's crazy about you, you know," he said softly. Then he shook his head and sighed. "How did that happen, anyway?"

I chuckled softly. "I snuck over to see Melissa, the night I got home. Only, I snuck into the wrong bedroom."

Dad let out a snort. "Seriously? Oh my God, that's so funny." He chuckled and shook his head. Then he added, "But then you kept seeing her."

"Oh, it was incredible. Plus Melissa left. I think if she had stayed, things would be different. Catherine expects me and Melissa to get together once she comes back."

"Oh, okay," Dad murmured, chewing the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. He looked right at me then and smiled. "I was worried. I mean, you're both adults, so it's not like you shouldn't see each other. I was just concerned because Catherine is your mother's best friend. If she fell in love with you and then you just left...Well, that could make things very uncomfortable between them."

I nodded.

"So, I guess you and Melissa will finally be seeing each other after she gets back," he continued, nodding slowly. "I know you really had a thing for her when you were younger, but how do you feel about her now?"

"I...she's..." I started. Then I frowned. "You know, Dad, I'm not sure anymore." I shook my head, only then realizing the enormity of it. My voice dropped to a near-whisper. "Melissa was my dream girl for so long. Now I'm starting to realize I don't really know her at all."

Dad nodded thoughtfully and then murmured, "Damn. That's a real shame. You'll only have a week with her, and then you'll both be heading off to college."

"Yeah," I replied.

He put his hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Well, I'm glad to see you're taking all of this seriously," he said. "That was what worried me, when I figured out you and Catherine were...well, goodnight, son."

"Goodnight, Dad," I replied.

We stood and hugged each other, and I watched him from my doorway as he headed downstairs. I gave him another ten seconds after he was out of sight, and then turned off my light. I lay back down and thought about Melissa. I pictured her as I had seen her most recently, since I had gotten home from college. It had seemed like a dream come true when I had finally gotten to kiss her. I pictured her face, lit up with excitement as she told me she had gotten into college.

She was beautiful, but perhaps not as beautiful as Gloria. Oh, it wasn't like I had any illusions about winding up with Gloria—she was married and loved her husband. I was lucky to have had that intense experience with her. It was just that Melissa had been impossibly perfect in my mind for so long, it was painful to think she could be...ordinary.

I felt guilty for even thinking such a thing, even if it was true. Then I felt a tear run down from my eye and had to swallow. I had dreamed for so long of being with Melissa. It had felt impossible. Now that I knew it was not only possible but was almost certainly going to happen, it felt cheapened. Melissa had wiggled on my lap and sucked on my tongue, right before she left for the airport.

I wiped the tear from my cheek and sighed. At least I was still hard when I thought about her. When she got home in ten days, we would have some incredible sex. I just hoped I would also get the chance to know her, to establish an emotional bond that would survive when we went our separate ways for college.

* * *

Mom softly shook me awake some time later. I was still dressed in the same shorts and collared shirt, and it surprised me I had fallen asleep like that. I was groggy and I didn't even recall why my mother was waking me in the middle of the night.

"Mom?" I muttered drowsily. "What time is it?"

"Oh, sweetheart," she sighed a little sadly. "It's almost one in the morning. We all fell asleep. Hold on."

She pulled out her phone and called Catherine. "It was just like you thought," she whispered. "He was sound asleep when I came up to check on him. What time did you two get up in the morning anyway?" Her voice rose. "Five o'clock?!? No wonder he's exhausted! Hold on, I'll check."

She covered the mouthpiece on her phone, and whispered, "Catherine wants to know if you still want to come over."

"Um...yeah," I muttered. I heard Catherine's yawn clearly on the phone.

"Don't be silly," my mother told both of us. "You both obviously need a good night's sleep. There will be plenty of time tomorrow, and you'll both be happier if you are rested enough to enjoy it." She shook her head at me, and murmured, "Goodnight, Catherine," into the phone before hanging up.

Then she leaned over me and gave me a soft, lingering kiss on my lips. There was enough moonlight coming in my window that I could make out her heavy, hanging breasts through the thin nightgown she wore. "Sit up," she whispered. I did, and she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off over my head. "Now get some sleep," she whispered. "You still owe me breakfast in bed in the morning."

"Okay," I whispered. We kissed again, and then she padded silently out of my room.

* * *

It seemed like no time passed before I was awakened again, but I had to squint at the bright morning sunlight streaming into my room. This time it was Catherine who had gently shaken my shoulder to rouse me. I thought I was dreaming for the first few seconds after my eyes opened. When this gorgeous redhead leaned down to kiss me in my bed, I thought I was dreaming about Melissa again. It was just fortunate I had my mouth full of her tongue, or I might have said something stupid.

"I'm sorry we wore you out yesterday," she murmured after that wonderful kiss. She shook her head, and her hair hung down and framed her softly smiling face in a glowing reddish-orange halo. "I almost hate to disturb you," she sighed, "but we did promise your mother you would give her breakfast in bed."

I blinked for a bit, and then my brain gradually caught up. "Oh. Right," I muttered, sitting up slowly. I had to wince, then. My back was painfully stiff after all the exertion I had put it through yesterday.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied, reaching back to rub my lower back. "I'm just stiff and sore."

"Roll over," she said. "I'll massage your back for you."

I did, and she straddled my butt and gave me a wonderful working-over with her soft hands. I moaned into my pillow several times, and she chuckled softly each time. My back felt better after several minutes of that, but then she sighed again and stopped. I turned onto my side to look at her after she slid off of me.

"I wish we had more time, but you should get up and fix that breakfast now," she said softly, brushing my hair out of my face with her right hand.

I nodded. "Do you want breakfast as well?" I asked.

She shook her head and smiled. "No, this is breakfast in bed for her. It would spoil it if I stick around. You need to make it special for her. I'll eat over at my place. I just came over to make sure you were awake."

"Thanks," I murmured.

She chuckled. "Oh, I didn't do it for you. I did it for her."

I nodded and sat up again, stretching my back before standing up. "Well, thanks for fixing my back anyway. That was wonderful."

She kissed me. "My pleasure," she murmured into my mouth.

I pulled out a t-shirt, and she shook her head. "Not that one," she muttered. She went over to my closet and went through my dress shirts before settling on a dark blue one with long sleeves. Then she helped me into it and left several buttons unbuttoned at the top. "There you go," she said. "That's perfect."

I walked her to the front door and kissed her goodbye before heading into the kitchen and putting on an apron. I made an omelet with toast and juice and took it into my parents' bedroom. My mother was awake, sitting up in the bed when I walked in.

"Mmm, don't you look nice," she murmured.

"Breakfast in bed, Madame?" I announced in my best maître d' impersonation.

She glanced at the plate and bit her lip as she shook her head. Then she pushed the covers aside and slid over to the side of the bed. She patted the nightstand next to her.

"Set it over here," she directed.

I nodded and walked over, setting the plate and glass of juice on the nightstand. She slid forward and lifted the bottom of my dress shirt out of her way so she could open my shorts. She smiled and looked up at me as she dropped my shorts and boxers to the floor.

"It smells delicious," she murmured, "but this is what I wanted for my 'breakfast in bed.' Mmm."

As she sucked my dick hungrily into her mouth, I had the fleeting thought, but the omelet's going to get cold! I bit my lip so I wouldn't make any distracting noises as my mother savored her "meal" of hard cock. Then I moaned along with her. She slurped rather loudly when I started leaking pre-cum into her mouth, and then she lay back and spread her legs so I could feed her hungry pussy.

I couldn't resist lapping at those lovely, smooth lips before I slid my hard cock between them. As I looked down at her unbelievably sexy body in that nightgown, I had to shake my head in disbelief once again. My mother was absolutely gorgeous, with a body to make men drool. She looked even more amazing as I fucked her and she shook beneath me.

"Don't hold back!" she gasped, "I want to feel you coming inside me!"

By the time we were finished with "breakfast in bed" her food was cold. She was happy to sit in my lap and enjoy it after I had warmed it in the microwave. I rubbed her back and she moaned happily.

"Thank you so much for breakfast," she murmured, turning to feed me a bite of omelet.

I smiled, chewing carefully since her face was so close to mine. After I swallowed that bite, I said, "It was my pleasure."

She smiled and gave me a quick smooch. Then she arched an eyebrow and wiggled her sexy bottom in my lap. I had put my boxers back on before taking her plate to the kitchen, but she could feel me getting hard again. She was still wearing that thin nightgown. Sitting sideways on my lap the way she was, she was giving me quite a show. "Oh, wow," she murmured softly.

After she finished her food, she wrapped her arm around my neck and wiggled in my lap some more, kissing me slowly while she did. When she broke off that kiss, she gave me a beautiful smile.

"I'm so happy we've had this time together," she murmured. "I really have to thank Catherine for making it happen."

I smiled back at her, but then suddenly recalled my conversation from the night before with my dad. My eyes went wide and that smile dropped from my face. "Oh, shit," I muttered softly.

"What's the matter?" Mom asked, looking concerned.

I looked right at her face, paying very close attention to her expression. "Dad came up to my room last night. He knows I've been seeing Catherine. Do you think he knows about us?"

"No," she said sadly, shaking her head. "Your father is incredible at reading people, except when it comes to me. It has been so frustrating, Greg, you have no idea. I see the way men look at me wherever I go. I wore this to bed last night," she said, pulling lightly at the front of her nightgown, "and he didn't give me a second look. When you came in with my breakfast this morning, it was so exhilarating just to have you notice me. You made me feel so sexy and wanted. It was exactly what I needed."

"Oh," I said, nodding slowly.

In my head I was reviewing every conversation between my parents that I could recall. I blinked a few times as I realized my dad almost never looked at my mother's body or gave a hint he found her attractive. Oh, he would compliment her when she wore a nice dress, or when she'd had her hair done. It just never came across as lustful. Then I had to wonder if that had been another factor keeping me from noticing her—if I had ignored my mother's incredible body because he did.

With her sitting in my lap in that sexy outfit, and my arms wrapped around her, it was impossible for me to ignore how sexy she was anymore. I was hard as a brick and she could feel it. However, I felt a pang of guilt. Not because this sexy, horny woman in my lap was my mother—if anything, that just got me more turned on now. No, I felt guilty because this was my father's wife.

"Are you and Dad going to split up?" I asked, swallowing heavily.

"Oh, no," she replied, smiling and shaking her head. "Outside of this one thing, he has been the perfect husband. I love him dearly. Plus, he gave me you." She kissed me again.