Peer Pressure Pt. 02

A/N: Thanks to everyone for the lovely comments on my first installment! Sorry this took so long!

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Elliot laid back in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought. His mind was still swimming from the events of the day. He'd never had such a powerful orgasm, not for a long time. He knew he ought to have felt sick, that it was brought about by a woman that he should not be thinking about in a sexual manner: his own mother. The idea itself was so taboo and forbidden, and Elliot had never once got off to or been aroused by thoughts of incest. Yet the more he thought about it, the more excited he got.

Images of his mom in her skimpy lingerie were conjured up in his mind. Almost immediately, he felt his dick get hard, and begin to grow. He put a hand over his crotch and closed his eyes, his breathing becoming heavy and labored.

In his mind's eye, he watched as his mother approached him. It was just the two of them, alone in his room. She knelt down as he sat on the bed, legs outstretched. Mentally, he groaned, shaking with arousal as she reached out and touched his hard throbbing cock through his shorts. For his mother to touch him so intimately and so privately, it would have sickened and disgusted him in another time, maybe even traumatized. Now, he felt like a pig, loving every moment of his sick fantasy.

"What's this, Elliot?" he heard her say. "You're not supposed to be aroused from your own mother. It's wrong, you know."

She smiled seductively, in a way that Elliot had never seen her before in his young life. Hearing her voice unusually sensuous and heavy with lust, he swallowed hard, as she cupped a hand around his balls. "But it feels so good, doesn't it, my dear boy? I know it does...you can lie to me, but your dick tells me the truth. All boys think with their dicks, and yours is telling me that you want your mother. You want to fuck your own mother, don't you, Elliot?"

"N-No," Elliot stuttered. "That's...t-that's not – HNG! That's...argh...not...t-ttrue...oh gosh...Mom, no...Mom, please stop...don't make me do this..."

With one hand gently squeezing and massaging his balls, and the other running its fingertips down his shaft through the thin material of his shorts, she licked her lips suggestively and leaned her mouth closer to the erection in his pants. "Take it off, honey. Say the words, and I'm all yours. Give in to your desires. You know you want to...the more sick and wrong it is, the more you like it. Take your cock out and show me what Mommy wants."

"Oh...gah, Mom, please...please, don't..."

"You know you want it. Stop lying to yourself. Take them off."

Gingerly, hands shaking, both in real life and in his fantasy, Elliot was peeling his shirt off. His mom put her hand on his chest and he shuddered. In his mind's eye, he felt her cool touch against his feverish skin. He had never felt so vulnerable, completely at the mercy of his smoking hot, seductress of a mother. Her fingertips raked across his bare chest and he shivered; feeling her touching him so intimately was unwittingly causing pleasure to surge through him. His dick, against all odds, had grown even harder.

Lying on his bed, shirtless, bare torso glistening with sweat, Elliot slipped his hand into his pants and gripped his dick. Without even realizing it, barely aware of anything he was doing, lost in his own sick incestuous fantasy, Elliot began to stroke his cock.

"Take them off, honey. You know you want to..."

Elliot swallowed loudly, as he slowly lowered his pants to the floor. His mother's face lit up with satisfaction, and she let out a squeal as she tugged his underwear down. His cock leaped out instantly, throbbing and swinging in the air, jutting out and pointing directly at his own mother's face, hard and ready for action. Elliot would never have imagined he would have his cock out, hard and erect, right in front of his mother's mouth, wanting nothing more and begging her to suck it.

She smiled and reached out for her bra strap. Elliot's breathing quickened and his eyes widened as he watched her purposefully slip it off her shoulders, as slowly as possible. He was too meek to do anything, but she could read his mind and reached out for his hand, bringing it close to her tit flesh. He watched, transfixed, as she lowered her bra.

It was all still in his fantasy, but in his mind's eye, Elliot though his mother was fucking sexy. She was gorgeous. She was...the perfect woman, for all the wrong reasons. Her breasts were voluptuous and sprightly for her age; her nipples dark and erect, as if begging to be touched and sucked in the cold air.

Elliot groaned, gingerly running his fingers over her breasts. Never had he ever touched a woman's breasts before, everything he was seeing in his mind right now was nothing more than a dream he created with all that he had seen on porn.

His mom giggled like a little girl; Elliot's dick throbbed when he heard it; and she squeezed her arms, thrusting her boobs out at him. She was loving the look of unadulterated lust on his young face, loving the attention her young and inexperienced son was giving her wholeheartedly. Elliot imagined she hadn't had this much attention from his father since they were both very young. He could see from the look on her face she was just as aroused as he was; that she was craving and needing this more than he did.

She lowered her head, her hair flowing down and touching his bare legs. Her lips were inches away from the red tip of his hard dick. She blew on it, and her moist breath on his cock caused him to groan. His whole body twitched and he very nearly shoved his hips forward, so eager to get his cock into her mouth he had barely registered and completely disregarded the fact that she was his mother, the one woman that he knew he should not have or want sucking his cock.

But he didn't care. He wanted it so badly. He had never been so aroused in his life.

People were going to say it was wrong, they were going to ostracize him. He was sick! Sick! Disgusting and a creep! A monster and a pig for getting aroused from his mother. For wanting to fuck his own mother! To have sexual intercourse with the woman who'd given birth to and raised him since he was young. How could he be blowing loads and ejaculating wads of semen – an act so dirty and inappropriate – to his own mother?

Where most boys would feel instinctive sexual attraction to girls, incest was considered so disgusting and wrong because the idea of boys wanting to have sex with their mothers was laughable. A week ago, if someone had told Elliot he'd be dreaming and fantasizing about getting a blowjob from his mother, he'd have been outraged. Now, he wanted nothing more for that dream to be reality. He wanted to shove his hard cock inside his mother's pretty mouth, feel her sweet lips and warm tongue bathing his balls and cock with saliva, wanted to feel his balls ejecting his sticky white semen into his mother's own pussy, the very pussy he had come right out of. Incest was considered so wrong because most boys would, when thinking of their mother, feel instinctive sexual aversion, not arousal.

And yet it was the perfect blend of innocence and corruption, purity and depravity. It was beautiful and dirty, loving and lustful. His mind, or what was left in his mind that was civil, was yelling at him that this was wrong. Incredibly wrong. He could go to jail for this. His friends and relatives would shun him for committing such a grave act.

He'd never wanted something more in his life.

"Say it..." she said, almost sternly. "What do you want your mom to do, Elliot?" Her hair was tickling his legs, his balls and cock aching and throbbing, the frigid air cold on his bare back and arms. Her tits were still hanging out, swinging back and forth in between his legs. Her hand was still on his chest, tickling the space between his armpits and his ribs, her fingertips cold and icy as the blood rushed to his head and nether regions. His brain was so fogged with desire and pleasure that he almost found it hard to speak.

"Tell me what you want, Elliot..."

"Mom...mom, please..." Elliot tried one last half-hearted attempt at maintaining his innocence, to prevent sinking into depravity.

"Tell me you want it, or let your cock do all the talking."

She stuck her tongue out, and licked the tip of it. He cried out at the feeling. "Oh fuck...! Mom, mom, please...please suck my cock! Please!"

She laughed. "All you had to do was ask."

She opened her mouth wide, leaned down and engulfed his cock inside her mouth-

Elliot was rudely pulled out his sick fantasy by a couple sharp raps on the door. Realizing he was shirtless, he pulled the covers up to his chin as quickly as he could. "C-Come in."

The door opened, and his mother poked her head in. "Elliot? You awake?"

He gulped. "Y-Yeah. A-About to go to sleep. What's er...what's up?"

She frowned as she stepped in. Taking a seat near his bed, she pulled the covers down slightly, just enough to see that her son wasn't wearing his shirt. "Why aren't you wearing a shirt, Elliot? You don't usually go to bed without a shirt on."

"Y-Yeah, I was...I was feeling a little...feverish," he said.

"I hope you're not coming down with something," she said, reaching out to touch his chest. He shuddered, trying to repress his erection as she felt her cold hand on his bony chest, her fingers tickling his nipple.

"N-No!" he almost shouted at her. "I-I'm fine!"

"You're so sweaty, Elliot," she said, concerned. "If you're not feeling alright, maybe you shouldn't go to school tomorrow-"

"I said I'm fine," he snapped. "I...um...I just want to go to bed now."

She folded her arms. "Okay, Elliot. I just came in to let you know I'll be going out with the girls tomorrow. You'll be at school the whole day, right?"

"Y-Yeah. I...uh...I think so."

"Good. Also, your father's going away on a business trip in a month or so. He has an important convention to visit in San Francisco and won't be home for a while."

"He's leaving?"

"Yes, after next month, he will be leaving for a couple weeks. That should be after Matthew returns home."

"O-Okay. Cool."

"Goodnight, honey."

Elliot swallowed, watching her with unbridled lust as she sauntered away, wondering what the hell was wrong with him and how he had become so screwed up in just 24 hours. "Goodnight, Mom."

***

Sara Parris was out in the backyard, sprawled over a deck chair by the pool. Sipping from a glass of iced tea, she leant back and closed her eyes, enjoying the heat of the sun on her bare skin. The weather was warm and there wasn't a cloud in the sky – a perfect day for sunbathing by the pool in their backyard.

Lounging alongside her, her best friend Renee Johnson tugged the earphones out of her ears. "So, you never told me what went down the other day with Derek."

"Oh, didn't I? Hm, I'm not one to kiss and tell," Sara said simply.

"Oh, please. Come on, tell me all the juicy details," Renee said, giggling. "Come on...what happened? You can't fool me, I know there was some hanky panky happening and I want to know!"

"Let's just say Mom and Dad aren't the only ones to have fucked in their bedroom."

"No way! Oh, you are such a slut."

"I mean, he wanted to try something racy. I'm not one to turn him down. I can't help being so devilishly charming, you know. I turn heads wherever I go."

It was true that Sara had grown up knowing what it was like to be called 'naturally beautiful'. People had often called her a dead ringer for Kaya Scodelario and indeed she had her fair share of attention from the horny boys in her class.

She supposed it was in the genes. Both her and her brother James had survived on the good side of puberty, and of course, the spas and pimple cream and tanning salons definitely didn't hurt her.

"Where's James?" Renee asked, trying to act casual.

"Why do you want to know?" Sara asked.

"I didn't see him in the house just now. Is he...not in?"

Sara scoffed. It was no secret – to her at least – that Renee was hardcore crushing on her little brother. Sara could never understand why. Renee was always gushing about how strong and lean her brother was, and everytime she came over she'd bat her eyelids flirtatiously, lean forward and thrust her boobs out towards him. She knew her annoying little brother loved the attention though. She, however, just couldn't see the appeal.

Throughout her childhood, James had annoyed and irritated her to no end. Hiding her slippers, putting a spider on her pillow, replacing her shampoo with mayonnaise...the typical pranks that annoying younger brothers pulled on their much more mature older sisters. Sara loved her brother, of course, but much of her childhood had been spent babying her little brother, who was often the apple of her parents' eye – as they had really wanted a son – and she'd often been on the sidelines, making sure her brother was happy, that he was alright and she'd very rarely been the subject of attention herself.

She supposed he'd have to have matured over the past few years of puberty and adolescence and with the threat of examinations and college looming around the corner, but he'd always had that same old playful streak in him that she'd had to endure all her life, and growing up only seemed to heighten his sense of immaturity.

"He's over at Elliot's," Sara said. "Probably coming home any second. Why? Were you expecting him to be home? Is that why you made a show of stepping out of the bathroom in that skimpy excuse for a bikini?"

Renee gasped in mock surprise. "How dare you suggest such a thing? I mean...I guess it would be such a shame if he were to just...happen to see me in my new bikini...and I wouldn't exactly stop him from getting a nice eyeful..."

"And you call me a slut," Sara said. "Trying to seduce my little brother."

"Well, I know you don't like to admit it, but your brother is very good looking, even if he's younger than me! I wouldn't mind getting a chance to really get to know him, if you know what I mean..."

"Gosh, Renee, people might think you haven't had sex in years, the way you drool over my brother like that."

"Hey, he's packing a nice set of abs, and I think my own pair of mammaries would be very compatible with him. How would you feel if I became your new sister-in-law?"

"Oh, stop it," Sara laughed. "Come on, we should get dressed. That's enough lounging about for now, we've still got to prepare for the party tonight."

"Whoo! Party time!" Renee laughed. "If your brother ain't gonna fuck me, I'm gonna get laid with someone else."

"Just don't take Derek from me," Sara said, getting off the chair. "He's going to be paying extra attention to me."

"You're not even dating. He's totally available and on the market," Renee pointed out.

"I know that." Sara dipped her toe into the pool, wiggling it about. "But anything could happen, and Derek can last for a loooong time. I plan on having some fun tonight, if you know what I mean."

The two girls rushed into the house, wrapping their towels around their bodies as they stepped inside. Sara led the way up the stairs, making her way towards her room. Pushing open the door, she wasn't expecting anyone to be inside and jumped, startled.

"What are you doing in here?"

Standing by her closet, clutching a pair of Sara's floral patterned panties in his hand, James jumped in surprise at their sudden entry. "W-what are you doing out of the pool so early?"

"James? What the hell are you doing with my underwear?" Sara demanded.

Renee crept up behind her, her breathing shallow.

"N-Nothing! I...I was just..." James stuttered.

"Give it back, you sick perv!" Sara marched forward and snatched it out of James' hand. "What were you trying to do? Huh?"

James tried to laugh it off. "Well, I was just...just, you know..."

"You little perv! You weren't going to use them for anything...inappropriate, were you?"

"No! No...uh...of course not."

"What, you can't get any action of your own? Get out of here! Dumbass."

James snickered. "Cool it, Sara. I was just looking around." He made to leave Sara's room, nodding at Renee in greeting as he brushed past her.

"Can you believe it? What a little pervert!" Sara said, as Renee closed the door behind him. "Sneaking around in my room with a pair of my undies in his hand! You don't think he was...? Oh, gosh, I don't even want to think about him cranking it in my room. Boys are freaking disgusting."

"What I want to know is why he didn't even pay any attention to me!" Renee said. "Can't he see this kickass bikini I'm wearing just for him? His eyes were all on you! Ugh! Unbelievable. You'd think that knowing his hot sister was off-limits he'd want to get it on with the brown chick."

***

"Elliot! Hey, ELLIOT! Hello? Anyone in there?"

Elliot jumped, blinking stupidly. He'd just been startled out of a rather vivid daydream, another one of the many he'd had in the past week involving him and his mother in unmentionable intimate situations.

Ever since the day he'd masturbated to orgasm over the picture of his mother, he could not stop thinking about her in a sexual manner. At first it hadn't been much of a cause for alarm. Elliot had assumed the obsession would pass.

The first day had gone by...and he'd orgasmed another three times to her picture.

A second day went by and he'd masturbated twice more.

And he did so again the next day...and the next day...and the next day...

It was a blessing and a curse that a young virile guy like him had more than enough stamina to keep it up and more than enough semen in his balls to unload that he could not stop masturbating over the past week. He hadn't told James about it, nor had he had another...'session' with him like they had that day.

His dick was sore from all the sexual activity, and Elliot figured he'd had to have had blown through a whole tissue box by then. It was amazing how the same set of pictures could have such a lasting effect on him. He'd continued spying on his mom, trying to get more pictures of her, but he had been unsuccessful, and the need to find another way to release his pent-up sexual energy was taking a toll on him.

"Elliot! I'm talking to you!"

"Oh, sorry," Elliot said. "I was...thinking of something."

"Yeah, no kidding," Jennifer said crossly.

It was only halfway through the school day, and Jennifer, the cute girl in Elliot's class, hovered over him, arms folded in disdain.

"You've been looking really unfocused as of late. Is everything alright?" she asked kindly.

"I'm fine. Just...family...and stuff." It wasn't untrue.

"Alright, well, I wanted to talk to you about our group project."

"Our what?"

"You know, the project we've been assigned to work on? You, me and Brianna? ...Mr. Manawa assigned everyone partners barely ten minutes ago while you were staring into space? Hello? Ring any bells?"

"Oh, yeah...that."

Elliot got up from his table, wiping a string of drool from his chin as he made his way out of the class, Jennifer trailing behind him.

"I wanted to discuss when and where the three of us should meet up to work on it. I was thinking of the library, but then again, I'm not too comfortable being there. The old man – you know, the librarian – Mr. Homes, he really creeps me out, the way he stares at me. I'd rather we work on the project at my house. You okay with that?"

"Wait, you're...inviting me to your place?" Elliot's heart sped up. This was the same girl who'd seen his erection and been kind enough not to tell anyone about it. He'd known her for about a year and a half now

Jennifer was a tall, unnaturally pretty girl, with flowing auburn hair, magnificent cheekbones and a fresh ripe bosom to boot. Wearing the low-cut white t-shirt she was now, it wasn't hard at all for Elliot to get a glimpse of them – though something else was – and her pair of skinny jeans adequately accentuated the curves of her hips and thighs.