Crossing the Boundaries: Pt. 01

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The house was spotlessly clean by the time Tyler had begun to stir, Brooke had been up with the birdsong. Housework was Brooke’s thing whenever she was anxious, nervous or even if she just needed to think, her brain worked better immersed in mundane tasks. The house had never been cleaner or tidier over the last few months.

The second load of laundry was in, having already washed, dried and ironed the first. His bags were packed, double checked and lined up in the hallway ready for a 2 week fishing trip with his dad.

Brooke and Tom’s marriage had been over for more than 2 years now, only legally were they bound. It wasn’t the stresses and strains of divorce that he’d been plaguing Brooke’s mind, she had settled that shortly after Tom’s affair. No Tyler, her son, was the reason she was lunging headlong into a mental breakdown.

Actually that’s not fair, he had done nothing wrong. It was Brooke’s sexual appetite and immoral, incestuous lustings that were the cause of her chaos.

Tom had worked away, off-shore, one month home, one month away so Brooke was used to living, near on as a single parent. Anyway, when he was on-shore he was never really home. His time was always taken up fishing or hunting with the guys or tied up with work problems and screwing someone else as it turned out. Brooke had lived with the knowledge of his affair for a while, with the excuse that it was best for Tyler, which of course was true, but the real reason was it was her easy access to cock.

Brooke had always had an active sex life and a demanding, rampant sexual appetite. Many hours had been spent under the bleachers through high school and always had someone to do on a friday night. She didn’t doubt that she could find many that would jump at the chance to get their dicks soaked in her cunt honey, but she didn’t have the energy or the tolerance to jump back into the dating game.

Then one day it suddenly became apparent that none of the guys she could think of, at work, in town or anywhere else were a patch on what she saw at home…in her son. There wasn’t a single incident that happened to cause her to lust after her own flesh and blood, to fantasize about the ultimate taboo.

It must have been a slow, gradual decline into depravity because Brooke struggled to remember exactly how it all started…it just did. She knew it was wrong but her loneliness had developed into a desperate need to be loved, a need for attention. She longed to be desired and lusted after and most of all…fucked.

She hadn’t willed it or wanted it, but Tyler was pretty much the man in her life and he was the most rugged, masculine man she had ever seen. Impossibly good-looking, tall, athletically muscular. Seeing him dripping wet from the shower, semi naked sunbathing and things flopping around while shooting hoops had caused her nights to spiral into a world of unbridled fantasy, subconscious inventiveness she was unable to combat. Brooke would often wake up aroused and damp, she was rapidly losing her self-control and ashamedly, recently, sometimes her fingers had become slick in her slippery folds, thinking of her son. The remainder of those days were spent tearful, in desperate turmoil.

She stood against the kitchen counter weeping silently into the cuffs of her dressing gown, trying to dry up her seemingly never-ending well of tears before her son emerged. Brooke was at the end of her tether. She was not looking forward to the solitude of an empty house at the start of summer, however Brooke knew that time away from Tyler was for the best. She needed the respite and the opportunity to put this nonsense behind her…before things got out of hand.

By 7.30 Brooke was making breakfast, she muttered to herself standing at the stove, “Honestly, that boy and his showers…what the hell he does in there?” Brooke walked to the foot of the stairs. “Tyler. TYLER…hurry up in there!… breakfast is ready.”

Brooke rolled her eyes as she heard a familiar knock at the back door, knowing it was Tom. She straightened her gown to ensure she was fully covered and there was nothing to gawp at, his privileges to that had long gone. Any attraction and arousal she used to feel toward him had now been replaced with an animosity that bordered on repulsion.

As Tom entered the kitchen she instantly felt his eyes looking over her thick, round ass, making her body shrink, even his voice made her cringe. “Morning,” he said, followed by some other moans and grunts, Brooke didn’t care to pay attention to. She let out a sigh as she returned to pushing eggs around in the pan. Tom proceeded to pour himself some coffee.

“Help yourself to coffee why don’t you,” Brooke sniped.

“Thanks.”

“You will look after him on this trip, won’t you Tom?”

“Of course I’ll look out for him, Brooke. But I ain’t zonguldak escort gonna be pandering to him like you do”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Just be nice to him, and encourage him. Remember he’s only 20 and it’s his first time away with you and the guys. And this is the last chance you have to spend time with him before he’s back at college and you’re due back in Dallas after the trip so_”

“Yeah, I know all that Brooke,” Tom interrupted.

“I just don’t want you two falling out, that’s all.”

The conversation ended when Tyler came bounding down the stairs, half-naked but in shorts and sneakers.

“Morning sweetheart, Tyler…you’re not even near ready.” She scanned over his chiseled torso, admiring his thick chest and tight abdominals as he jumped off the last few stairs, full of youthful vigor.

“Morning Mom…hey Dad.” Brooke instinctively gripped Tyler’s flexing tricep as he lent in to peck her on the cheek, her nipples stiffened and poked at the thin fabric of her gown. She turned away, hiding her body’s reaction to his proximity. She quickly focused her attention on fixing his breakfast.

“Are you excited for your trip?” Brooke asked, trying to distract herself from her sick, perverted thoughts.

“Erhm…yeah. Thanks Mom,” he said, as Brooke set her son’s breakfast down in front of him.

“I was just saying to your dad, all your stuff is all packed and ready for you.”

“Aww, thanks mom, you didn’t need to do that.”

“It’s fine, you know how I like to look after you…and…I’ve put an extra pack of Snickers in there for you,” Brooke answered with a smile and an adoring gaze.

Tom rolled his eyes “The boy’s going fishing with the guys, not on a scout trip, Brooke!”

“Tut…yeah but, nothing wrong with a few treats, is there? You see, Tom, this is exactly wha__” she stopped herself from finishing her sentence, not wanting to get into that conversation in front of Tyler. She smoothed her hand over Tyler’s shoulder with a reassuring squeeze. “Oh, I forgot your orange juice,” she added.

“It’s OK Mom, I can get it. You eat your breakfast.”

“Thank you, Tyler,” Brooke replied, shooting Tom a look. “How long is it until you guys have to leave?” Tom and Brooke simultaneously checked their watches.

“About fifteen minutes, latest… you better get a move on son” Tom replied, gulping down the last of his coffee.

“I’m ready, just gotta finish this and throw on a T-shirt.”

“OK then, I’m gonna throw your stuff in the truck and we’ll hit the road. See you later Brooke.” Tom said, making his way to the holdalls and rucksacks at the front door.

“Yeah, see ya,” Brooke replied indifferently. Turning her attention to her son “Aww…it’s gonna be strange not having you here, out by the pool, going out for lunch and stuff, Tyler. I’m gonna miss you so much,” Brooke said, trying hard not to get emotional “But I understand you going with your dad…man stuff’n all that.”

“It’s only 2 weeks Mom…don’t worry about me,” Tyler replied, taking her hand. “I’m more worried about you…I’m gonna miss you even more. It was fun last year, just me and you…we had fun didn’t we,” he paused in contemplation.

He reminisced on the day he had to jump in the pool to hide how hard his cock had got while untying her bikini top and smoothing sun lotion over her naked back and the flesh of her firm legs, lusting after it, desperate to dip his fingers in the crevices to feel her hot tender skin.

“We can do all that stuff when I’m back…you will be OK won’t you?” Tyler added.

“I’ll be fine…cos you’ll be calling and messaging won’t you…WON’T you!”

“Of course, I’m gonna call you… you’re like my favorite person in the world, why would I not call you.”

“Good, that makes me feel…that’s good!….Oh damn, I was gonna ask you to sort the trash for me. It’s ok, you get sorted and I’ll do it.”

“It’s OK Mom, I’ll do it, no problem,” Tyler answered.

“Aww, thanks sweetheart. What am I gonna do without you eh?…hurry then and don’t you dare leave without a goodbye hug Tyler Evans”

‘Hold it together Brooke, don’t cry, don’t cry…five more minutes and he’ll be on his way and all this nonsense will be done.’

Tyler quickly sorted the trash, much to the annoyance of Tom who sat fussing in his truck, pointing at his watch. Unbeknown to both Brooke and Tyler shared more than blood, they both had the exact same incestuous desires.

He had no interest in going fishing with his father but he thought the break away from lusting after his own mother would do him good, give him time to think. For 2 years now, Tyler had been fantasizing about fucking his mother. Since his parents separation he had been thrust into the role of man of the house and his adolescent mind and imagination relished the role.

Tyler crept quietly back into the kitchen and took a moment to gaze at his mother, valuable images to hold onto during time away from her. Brooke was only 5′ 2″ but her body was shapely and in Tyler’s eyes, perfect. istanbul travesti He stared at her toned calves, his eyes lingered at the dimples at the back of her knees and her thick, shapely ass. Tylers jaw almost hit the floor when suddenly he saw the creases of her ass cheeks and her strong firm thighs as she wafted and fluttered her gown to re-tie it.

Brooke was swiftly flustered and apologetic as she noticed him lingering “Ohh-erm, Tyler, sorry I didn’t know you were there,” she said, smoothing down her robe. “That was quick!” Their eyes met and lingered, both of them hungry, both desperate and both secretly reluctant to part.

Tom blared on his horn impatiently, shouting,”C’mon Tyler, hurry it up son, those fish are gonna be biting”

“Yeah…I’ll be right out – dad!” Tyler shouted back.

‘Shit!…this is it, hold it together Brooke’

Tyler held onto his mother’s eyes with a sultry gaze. ‘Oh my god Tyler, don’t look at me like that, please or else I’m going to beg you to stay’

He gathered her up in his strong arms, lifting her off the floor and twirled her, effortlessly in a circle around the kitchen. “Ahh, Tyler, ” Brooke giggled.

“Ahh…I’m gonna miss you so much, Mom”

Brooke swooned like a giddy teenager in his arms. “And I’m gonna miss you Tyler Evans…more than you know.”

As they clung to each other she closed her eyes to hold back her tears as they hugged each other tight. Tyler’s masculine grip on her flanks made her feel gentle, feminine and breathlessly virginal. She was tiny in his grip, strong fingers pressing into her flesh sparked a tingling sensation deep in her vulva making her nipples harden. She clung to him, terrified that her arousal, her true feelings would be noticed.

Cloaked in Brooke’s body heat Tyler’s own arousal grew fast and hard in his shorts, he gripped her waist and quickly jolted her backwards before she felt the firming of his cock. She felt a gentle breeze on her exposed cleavage as her gown billowed at his grip. Tyler’s eyes immediately fell upon her fleshy mounds. They both were oblivious to the honking from Tom’s truck.

Tyler lusted at her arousal, imagining his mother’s mature nipples, puckered and pimply. Her chest heaved as a burning flush rose on her neck, reddening her cheeks. She felt herself dampen under his gaze.

They stared into each other for what seemed an age, their breath mingled, her eyes fluttering, scanning his face intoxicated in her anticipation. Tyler’s lips parted as his head tilted desperate to kiss her, Brooke mirrored his actions desperate to submit. “Cmon Tyler, for christ sake,” Tom shouted from the truck.

“…I..I..shit…I have to go…I Love you”

Brooke suddenly tingled down into her toes as Tyler held her chin gently and kissed her. His moist, parted lips kissed her softly. It was a split-second, but in that time all her worries and stresses disappeared, it felt like this was meant to be. Nothing mattered but him. She felt boneless as she followed him to the front door heady and dazed. “I’ll call you, bye mom.”

Brooke lent in the door frame to steady herself. Her emotions swelled, her eyes welled as she waved goodbye, her eyes locked onto Tylers as he hung out of the truck window, both of them bemused at what had just happened. He held on to the sight of her until she was gone.

Earlier in the day Brooke had fully expected instant tears at this moment, but her head was more chaotic than ever before. In addition to that she was giddy in excitement and arousal. Brooke was in turmoil.

She staggered back into the house in complete confusion, pacing, conversing with herself. “Woah, what the fuck…did that actually just happen? No, no, no…it couldn’t have. Brooke, you’re going fucking crazy!”

…he was going to kiss you there, he was actually going to kiss you. He did fucking kiss you! That wasn’t just a kiss…that was a KISS…wasn’t it? He couldn’t…is it possible that he_? No, no this is all just a figment of your imagination…that’s just what you wanna believe…Sick, crazy bitch!”

Her mind and imagination reeled and whirled with the prospect of what could happen when he returned.

Hold on Brooke, calm the fuck down.

You’re still the adult in this situation. And…his fucking mother!…this changes nothing. You’re supposed to be getting over all this not escalating it…….but WOW…jeez that was a turn on!

Brooke found herself gravitating toward Tyler’s room with her laundry basket tucked under her arm, still in deep conversation with herself, her body and mind slipping into autopilot.

He generally kept his room in shape and she didn’t usually have to tidy up after him. Today was different. She made excuses for him as she crossed the room in the dark to open the blinds. ‘Aww, bless. He must have been in a rush.’

Suddenly a lone sneaker in the middle of the floor sent Brooke tumbling, her legs spread one way as her arms instinctively came out to break her fall against Tyler’s computer desk. In a split second ankara travesti Brooke lay in a heap on the floor. Tyler’s computer screen had woken from sleep mode under the impact and lit up the tangled mess of her legs in the cable of his headphones as she lay laughing and juddering.

She propped herself up on her elbows, bringing Tyler’s computer into view, Brooke sat open-mouthed and wide-eyed “What the fuck?…the dirty little.” The screen flickered her shadow on the walls and lit up Brooke’s astonished face as she watched a blonde in her 40s get fucked by a boy half her age on the screen. “That little perv…oh my lord…he’s got it in her bum,” she muttered.

Engrossed in the hot porno action she kicked her feet to free herself from tdeckngled wires, the more she kicked the more tied up she was. The headphone jack yanked out of the computer and suddenly the sounds of fucking and breathy moans of ‘ooohs’ and ‘ahhhs’ filled the room at full blast.

“Oh shit,” Brooke yelled as the screams and cries echoed through the house.

‘That’s it, baby, fuck your mommy’s ass,’ begged the woman in the porno.

“Mommy?” Brooke cried as she quickly jumped to her feet in the dark “What the fuck?” she waddled to the window to pull the shades.

‘You gonna give mommy your cum baby?’

“Ahh…fuck, turn it off, turn it off” Brooke gasped as she flapped and grappled to untangle herself.

‘Im gonna cum…does my dirty mommy want my cum?’

Fumbling and panicking with the headphone jack Brooke struggled to find the hole. “C’mon …c’mon for Christ’s sake.” Finally, the headphones clicked back in, silencing the room. “Oh thank the lord.” Brooke puffed a sigh of relief.

Pressing her hand to her chest to calm her racing heart, still she couldn’t take her eyes off the perverse action on the screen. Of course, had seen porn before but never had something turned her on so much.

Mmn.. she thought I wonder if that’s what he fantasizes about doing to me…does Tyler want to fuck me in the ass? Captivated and knowing she was alone in the house she sat at the desk and watched the women get her ass fucked hard by the thick young cock. Brooke was shocked but instantly aroused to notice that the woman looked remarkably like herself as she held the earpiece up to listen.

‘You gonna cum baby, yeah, good boy, fill mommy’s ass with your cum.’

Brooke’s pussy quickly soaked as she watched the blonde spread her ass cheeks for the young boy to shoot his cum into her gaping asshole. She watched, absorbed in the action “Oh wow.. ahmm…well..erm..this leaves nothing to the imagination you naughty boy… I’m shocked Tyler,” she flushed. “I wonder what else you’re into?”

Brooke quickly scanned through Tyler’s favourites page and she was thrilled to find it full of ‘mother sucks sons cock’ ‘lonely mom’ ‘mature blonde stepmom’ There was no doubting Tyler’s preferences. He had been flirting, desperate for his fantasy to become reality. “Well…I’m certainly his type,” she laughed.

Brooke skipped the video back and rearranged the desk to cover her tracks. Her imagination ran wild with a flood of indecent images of her and Tyler, she was now feeling super confident and more convinced than ever that this was just meant to be.

She skipped and twirled around his room. As she tidied and cleaned she got back to chatting to herself. Rationalizing and justifying as she picked up random bits of laundry.

“OK, OK…let’s think about this Brooke,” she questioned. “He’s going to miss me – that’s totally normal. He’s so nice to me, also normal behaviour – I’m his mother.

I’m his favorite person in the whole world – perfectly normal. The way he makes me feel – not normal – but? I’m no longer sure that is solely my fault.

The way he looks at me – not normal.

The way he stared at my tits, there was lust in his eyes, I definitely saw it. His cock, he got a fuckin hard on for Christ’s sake…I felt it, and then there’s the kiss!

I think it’s highly possible that he has a crush on me. No…fuck that it’s evident he has a crush on me!

Holy fuck, this is too much. Oh my god, Brooke, see, you’re not fuckin crazy,” she said out loud.

As she moved into his bathroom she picked up his damp towel from this morning’s shower, she was stopped dead in her tracks. “Oh my,” she cooed. She stepped closer immediately abandoning her tidying. In a trance she lowered the laundry basket to the floor, her eyes widened, astonished at what she had discovered. Splashes of Tyler’s fresh morning cum clung to the stone wall of his shower cubicle.

Brooke’s mind reeled in a battle of right and wrong. It was a pointless effort to cling to some sort of morality. The screaming, rampant voice of her disgusting, sordid desires was the only one she heard, her pussy was making her decisions now. She dabbed at the thick, cold spunk and swirled it between her thumb and forefinger, feeling its viscosity.

As she smelled it to confirm her suspicions she immediately became intoxicated at his scent. She could feel her pussy was sopping wet and her other hand quickly found her desperate cunt. Her gown fell from her shoulder as she tugged her knickers down. Brooke was lost in her madness as she swiped some of Tyler’s ball goo and swirled it onto her pulsing clit and rubbed furiously, fingering and inseminating herself with her son’s cum.