Taboo Triangle

He eased his pants down, revealing his thick manhood, already semi-erect. As he tossed his shirt to the floor, he formulated in his mind how he would take her, then smiled slightly before moving swiftly and silently.

Meredith couldn't help but picture Mike as she thought about touching herself; that's when she heard a noise behind her. Before she could turn to see what it was, a pair of strong hands seized hold of her - one hand covering her mouth, stifling a scream; the other holding her tightly to his bare chest, his large hand partly covering her left breast. A new level of panic set in when she realized he was naked. Her mind raced for solutions. Her arms were pinned against her chest. She could try to push him against the wall with her legs, she thought. When she felt the swell of his manhood against her butt, she knew she didn't have much time. His breath was hot against her ear as she tried to make sense of it all.

His left hand went from her mouth to her throat as Meredith gasped for air. "Please," she croaked, "please."

She heard him chuckle just before she felt him at her entrance, which was wet from not only the shower but from her earlier arousal. Her heart felt like it was going to explode in her chest, it was beating so hard. The man's hold on her throat was absolute; there would be no escape. Her thoughts went to her daughter. Was she safe? Where was her boyfriend? Why hadn't they heard the intruder? Meredith heard him grunt as his cock penetrated her body; she heard a groan escape her own lips when she felt the thickness of his cock splitting her wide. His girth was substantial, and she cursed her body for slowly accommodating his size. She wanted to scream out but she couldn't. Instead, Meredith felt paralyzed as the man's abdomen finally kissed her bottom and they stood motionless for a moment, his cock buried to the hilt.

He held her tight to him as he used her for his own pleasure. He was tall, and judging from the glimpse she got of his arm, athletic. He said nothing. The only sounds in the room were of the running water, the slap of skin hitting skin, his low guttural noises, and gasps of pain and pleasure escaping from Meredith's lips. She hated to admit it, but there was a very small part of her that was drawing some perverse pleasure from the way his cock felt inside her and the way she had been taken like he couldn't control himself - as if, in some strange way, she had some semblance of control over him - it was a foolish thought, but it helped her cope with the gravity of the situation. Meredith wished she had the strength to break free from him. When she tried to struggle from his grasp, he tightened his grip around her throat and waist and buried himself inside her, grinding his body against hers. His one hand still on her throat, the man 's other hand squeezed her tit, torturing her sensitive nipples, before continuing down her body until his fingers found her clit. She tried to fight the animalistic urges swelling from deep inside when she heard him speak for the first time.

"This is what you've wanted, isn't it?"

That's when she knew. That's when she gave in to her primal instincts and knocked down the wall she had put up between the sensation of his cock perfectly hitting her g-spot with each hard thrust and her emotions. His grip around her throat tightened slightly and his rhythm quickened as she felt his thickness swell inside her, the rhythm of his fingers on her clit faltering.

"Fuck," he hissed as he quickly pulled out and shot his load all over her lower back and ass. He watched with amazement as line after line covered the woman's beautiful butt.

Her protective wall now down, the feel of him shooting his load all over her body sent Meredith over the edge. Her arms now free, she reached back and pulled his muscular body to her, using his massive frame for support as she lost control of her body as he continued to rub her clit, convulsing under the weight of the most violent and delicious orgasm she could recall.

He loosened his grip as Meredith turned to face him.

"Where's Beth?"

"In the shower," he said with a slight chuckle.

"What have I done?" she asked rhetorically, burying her face in her hands. Meredith couldn't believe it. She felt like she was in the middle of a Lifetime movie.

If I'm going to get what I want, I need to act quickly, Mike thought. He placed his hand on the back of Meredith's neck and pulled her to him, kissing her fully on the lips, simultaneously tasting her desire and putting her worries at ease, as he took her hand and placed it on his semi-erect cock. Instinctively, Meredith began to stroke it, thoughts of her daughter receding into the background as Mike's cock swelled in her hand.

"Please," she whispered after a few moments, "fuck me again" She could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth, but the feel of this young man's cock in her hand - so hard, so ready - she couldn't think straight. Here was a virile, young stud and he wanted her. God help her, she loved it.

"Maybe tonight," he said, kissing her again and squeezing her round ass. "Beth's going to be expecting me; I told her last night that I'd come up after I showered."

"What are you going to do?" she asked, still stroking his manhood.

"Fuck her," he said matter-of-factly, then turned, dressed, and left.

* * * *

Beth finished dressing after her shower, and used her flatiron to style her hair. Despite the orgasm she had brought herself to in the shower, she still felt a deep need in her gut and she wondered when Mike was going to get his ass in gear. She pictured his athletic body and big cock and wondered if she should just make herself come again. She knew their relationship was likely not to last - he had just finished graduate school; she had just finished her freshman year - but that didn't mean they couldn't have fun. They had met when Mike was the grad assistant for a history class Beth had to take. He had made the first move, asking her to a party. It wasn't long before she was consistently staying at his apartment off campus. Besides his obvious assets, what she enjoyed most about their relationship was how he took control, and she loved the way he made her feel - wanted and protected. She never had to guess what he was feeling. Mike lusted after her, wanted her, and took what he wanted...and she loved it.

There was a soft knock at the door before Mike came in, already dressed.

"What took you so long?" she asked. "I was about to get myself off on my own!"

"Mmmm...I'd like to see that some time," Mike said with a smile, "but not right now," he said, stepping forward and reaching out to strip off Beth's clothing. "Right now, I need to taste that beautiful pussy."

Meredith walked quickly down the stairs, trying to ignore her daughter's closed bedroom door and what that meant. She also tried to come to grips with what had just occurred - did she really just have sex with her daughter's boyfriend? Was the desire swelling from within real? Was she really willing to act on her lustful feelings, no matter the cost to her own daughter's feelings? She made breakfast - her daughter's favorite, poached eggs on toast with a side of bacon - was it her way of apologizing for something her daughter knew nothing about? If so, it hardly tipped the scales, she thought as Beth and Mike came downstairs.

"Wow, thanks, mom," Meredith said. "See," she said, taking Mike's hand, "isn't my mom the best?"

Meredith looked into Mike's eyes as he responded.

"Yes. Yes, she is."

During breakfast, as Mike noticed the conflict in Meredith's eyes, a plan came together in his mind. He smiled, thanked her for making breakfast, and felt his heart quicken in anticipation for what was hopefully to come.

* * * *

That evening, while Mike and Beth went out to dinner, Meredith stayed in, unable to get what had happened that morning out of her mind. Neither could she forget the promise of an encore. Should she stay up and wait for them to return? Would he come to her in the middle of the night? Should she go to him? Was she crazy to think he wanted her again? Was he done with her now that he had had her? What would her daughter think if she found out? Would she ever forgive her?

When Mike and Beth returned from dinner at around 10:15, it didn't take Meredith long to realize that her daughter, while not drunk, was...happily buzzed. Mike, on the other hand, seemed completely sober though he said he had two glasses of wine, the same as Beth. Her daughter had obviously inherited her mother's tolerance for alcohol, she thought. Meredith didn't want to get her hopes up, but as the three of them talked in the living room, she searched Mike's eyes for a sign; he gave none.

After about 20 minutes, Mike stood and pulled Beth to her feet. "I think we should probably turn in for the night, don't you think, honey?"

"Absolutely," Beth purred, planting a lingering kiss on his lips. "Goodnight, mom," she said, and turned to go straight to the guest bedroom.

Just when Meredith contemplated a night spent with her trusty dildo, Mike turned and showed her his phone. The signal was clear: he would contact her. Meredith tried to hide her excitement, but she was so transparent, Mike smiled before turning to go to his bedroom.

Knowing it would probably be a little while before Mike called on her, Meredith took the opportunity to take a shower - it would serve the dual purpose of preparing her for the night and relaxing her nerves. As she lathered her body with soap, her thoughts drifted to the other morning. Would he come for her again like he had before - taking her from behind here in the shower where she was most vulnerable? Her husband had never done that. After the first couple years of marriage, her husband almost never displayed the greedy need that this young stud had shown for her. Meredith let her hands glide over her skin, lightly caressing her erect nipples, imagining his hands on her body. She needed to come so badly, but she wanted to save it for him so she rinsed, dried herself, and dressed in a black, lace thong (which she hadn't worn in months) and a matching lace halter Babydoll she had purchased as a last ditch effort to get her husband to notice her. Unfortunately, all he noticed toward the end was his teeny tiny, size 0, 25 year-old secretary. As she looked at herself in the mirror, turning to admire how the Babydoll barely covered her perfectly round bubble butt, she smiled and said to her ex-husband, wherever he was, "What an ass."

It was just past 11:00 when Meredith's phone buzzed with a text notification. It was from Mike.

"Come downstairs. I'll meet you at the bottom of the stairs."

Meredith's heart fluttered with excitement as a tingling sensation came over her. She opened her bedroom door and walked silently down the stairs where Mike was waiting for her. Before she could say anything, he placed a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her to him for a gentle, loving kiss that made her feel like melting into his arms. To her surprise, he then took an eye mask from his pajama bottoms pocket and placed it over her eyes.

Nervous and a little taken aback, Meredith began to speak but Mike placed his fingers gently over her lips. "Shhh...trust me," he whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending a chill down her body, "I won't make you do anything you don't want to, okay?"

Meredith's entire body tingled with anticipation. She couldn't remember ever feeling like this. She nodded.

"Good," he said, then placed something in her mouth.

It took Meredith a moment to realize it was a ball gag. This is crazy, she thought. Her whole life she had never done anything like this, but in her darkest fantasies, she had always wished for this - to be told what to do; to submit to a strong lover; to be vulnerable and open to whatever her lover wanted - this was what she dreamed about; this is what she fantasized about when she got herself off late at night.

"Don't make a sound no matter what unless I tell you to; do you understand?"

She nodded.

"You look beautiful, by the way. I love how your lingerie hugs your curves. If you're good, I might take them off later."

Fuck, he was driving her crazy; Meredith could already tell that she was wet and ready for him whenever he wanted her.

"Remember," he said, leading her down the hall by the hand, "not a sound."

They took a left which she assumed took her into the guest bedroom. There was music playing - jazz guitar and bass - rhythmic, sensual. He led her to a spot and had her sit. She wasn't sure but she thought it was one of the living room side chairs. He proceeded to bind her to it with some kind of tape, first her wrists to the arms of the chair, then her ankles to the legs.

He left her side for a few moments, and although it was probably only a minute or two, it felt like an eternity. Finally, she felt his presence to her left as he placed a hand on her lace-covered pussy and whispered, "You're so wet for me. I'm going to have so much fun tonight." He then placed something inside her panties and against her clit. A moment later she realized what it was - a vibrator that he could apparently control by remote. The vibrations were slow, teasing, causing Meredith to grind against the seat as she tried to will it to go faster.

Minutes passed as the vibrator slowly, agonizingly picked up speed - fast enough to make her feel it but not fast enough to make her come. It was torture. Perfect torture. She desperately wanted to feel his hands on hers, his mouth on hers, his cock inside her.

Where was he, she thought. Sitting on the bed watching me squirm? Was he touching himself while he watched me?

Before she knew it, she felt him remove her bonds from the chair and help her stand and walk several steps forward. Meredith was completely at his mercy as she allowed him to fasten her wrists to something around waist height; she surmised she was at the foot of the bed.

"You won't be needing these anymore," he whispered, then removed first the vibrator then her panties.

Her pussy open to the air, she was again reminded how wet she was for him. She felt Mike behind her as he wrapped his arms around her body, squeezing her large breasts in his strong hands, and pinching her nipples as he pulled them away from her body.

He whispered, "Not a sound." Meredith held her breath as his right hand glided down her body before settling between her legs. He kissed the back of her neck and allowed his body to touch hers. He was naked, his stiff cock pressing against the small of her back as he began to slowly rub her clit. Meredith bit her lip in an effort to follow his instructions and not make any noise. His skin was hot against her body; it felt so good to have that intimate contact, something she had been yearning for a long time. He held her so close to him she could hardly breathe as he rubbed her pussy with a smooth, rhythmic motion that made her ache for his cock.

Mike positioned himself at her entrance and teased her with the head of his cock. She wanted to beg for it. If he told her to, she would; she would beg for his cock like a slut. His slut. Please, she screamed inside her head. Please fuck me! The tip penetrated her lips and she thought she would die as he held it there, impossibly, barely an inch inside her.

"Not a sound," he whispered, his breath hot, "or I'll stop right now. Do you understand?"

She didn't understand why but she understood the instructions. Meredith nodded and Mike slowly removed her blindfold. When she opened her eyes, it took her perhaps 30 seconds to process what she saw. Her wrists were strapped to the foot of the bed. Lying before Meredith, her wrists and ankles strapped to the four corners of the bed, was Meredith's daughter. Beth was blindfolded and naked save for a pair of red lace panties. Meredith could see that inside the panties was vibrator, much like the one Mike had used on her. Beth writhed on the bed as the vibrator did its work. It had been some time since Meredith had seen her daughter naked. She was beautiful, looking much like she did when Meredith was her age. Her fair skin was in stock contrast to the dark bedsheets. Her mouth was agape, her lips red and full as she moaned softly. Her breasts were full, nipples erect. When Meredith realized she had been staring in shock, disbelief, and curiosity, she looked away, guilty and embarrassed.

Mike removed her ball gag. "Isn't she something?" he said into her ear.

"Why?" Meredith whispered.

"Why? Are you kidding?" He resumed pushing the head of his thick cock inside her. She was soaking wet and unbelievably hot inside. He was going to enjoy this, and he knew she would too. "When I met you, I knew I had to have you. I knew that if you were anything like your daughter, you had a wild side inside of you begging for release. I had to have both of you; like this." He pushed in deeper. "Do you want me to stop?"

Meredith looked at her beautiful daughter, now no longer just her daughter, but a sexual being. Beth was blindfolded and enjoying her vibrator; she'd never know. Meredith had to have him - it had been months and months before she met him. She closed her eyes and whispered her answer.

Still restrained against the bed, she felt Mike's hand in the middle of her back push her down so that she leaned over in a standing doggie position. As he simultaneously penetrated her with increasingly deeper and harder thrusts, she was amazed at his control, being careful not to impact her skin and make noise. Meredith stared at her beautiful daughter pulling against her restraints as Mike increased the tempo of the vibrator and his thrusts. How surreal is this, she thought.

"You look so fucking hot, baby," Mike said as he continued to thrust in and out of Meredith's pussy in a slow, steady motion.

"When are you going to fuck me?" Beth said, pulling against her restraints. "I'm so wet for you."

"Soon, baby," Mike replied, "I have a surprise for you."

"What's my surprise?"

"You'll find out soon enough," he replied as he picked up his tempo causing Meredith to stifle a moan.

Meredith couldn't believe how horny she was - between Mike and Beth's sexy talk, her daughter's beautiful body writhing inches from her, and Mike relentless cock - she didn't know how much longer she could hold out. That's when Mike slowed, then stopped before exiting her hole, leaving her frustrated.

He went to a bag at the side of the bed and pulled something out. "I've got your favorite toy," he said, as he revealed a large, glass dildo

"Yes, please," Beth pleaded.

Mike untied Beth's ankles, removed her panties, then secured her ankles once again. Meredith couldn't help but stare. While she had a narrow strip of red hair leading to her pussy, her daughter had a Brazilian wax, completely bald. Her pussy lips were puffy and glistened with arousal.

Mike came up behind Meredith, his hard cock pressed against her back, and held out the glass dildo in front of her. "Take it," he whispered, "take it. She'll never know, but it would be so hot if you did it."

Meredith couldn't believe her ears. Was he crazy? She shook her head.

"Look at her," he whispered. "She wants it so bad. Either I do it and make her come while you sit in your bedroom alone, or you do it while I fuck your beautiful pussy and we all come together. It's a simple decision, really."

He released Meredith from her restraints and held out the dildo. To her surprise, it was a simple decision. Her needs, coupled with the deliciously taboo act of bringing her daughter pleasure without her knowing it, almost made her head explode. She took the curved dildo in her hand, and hesitating momentarily, climbed onto the bed between her daughter's spread eagle form.

Mike's cock was already hard. As Meredith climbed onto the bed he thought he would come right there. God, he loved this family! "Open your mouth, baby," he said, gesturing for Meredith to offer the glass cock to her daughter's mouth to get it wet.