Chapter 1: Mother & Son Have a Taboo Valentine’s

Cupid
My wings fluttered as I soared through the night. The sun would rise on Valentine’s Day, and my quiver of love arrows was eager to fly.

The joy of Valentine’s Day was making ... new lovers. To bring together those who would never have found love without the sting of my arrows. I had set my sights on my target. I fluttered toward the Anderson household.

Jim Anderson
“Yes, yes, yes!” Mom’s muffled moans through the walls drew me out of sleep.

“Again?” I groaned, rolling onto my back. I glanced at the clock. My alarm wasn’t supposed to go off for twenty minutes. “Fuck.”

“Pound me! Oh, oh, pound my naughty cunt!” she whimpered.

“Geez, Mom,” I groaned, hating that I shared a bedroom wall with my parents. They were so fucking horny. They were in their forties. They should be done with sex. And the words ... They were like in a porno.

Mom was a screamer, and Dad had stamina.

I wanted to vomit. I reached for my headphones to drown out the sounds they were making. I could hear the muffled impact. I shivered at that. What was wrong with them? They had children in the house.

I whined about it once to Dad, and he just said, “Son, that’s why you’re here. You’re eighteen. Don’t like it, you can move out.”

I was going to college. Shit was expensive. So I needed to live in the house, but ... Damn. It was the morning. Usually, it was the weekend or something. I would just get out of the house, but now ... I turned on some music and lay on my side, staring at my clock.

I needed to get a girlfriend. It was Valentine’s Day. God, it would be so annoying at school. I bet my female professors would be getting flowers or teddy bears. They’d make a big deal out of having someone who cared about them.

Couples would be kissing and shit. Flaunting that they had someone. I wanted to have someone. Jacking off just wasn’t the same. Watching porn was all I had and ... Shit, I was awake. I rolled onto my back and pulled out my phone.

I went to the Hub and...

Rolled my eyes. So much fucking step-mother/son shit. I hated that stuff. It was gross. Like, dude, that was supposed to be your mother. I found some nice barely legal schoolgirl stuff and stroked one out.

My alarm was going off when I finished.

So were Mom and Dad, thank God.

I rolled out of bed and crossed the door to the bathroom to shower. I had to beat my sister in, or she’d take fucking forever getting ready for her work. She didn’t care about college. She had just gotten a secretary job out of high school.

I showered and changed. I was heading out when she was stumbling in, shaking her head. “You heard them?” Lisa asked, her dyed-red hair frizzy. Her nose ring gleamed. “You had to hear them. I heard them.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“I need to move out,” Lisa muttered.

“You’re the one with the job,” I said as she vanished into the bathroom.

“I don’t make that much.” She sighed. “Not without a boyfriend.”

“Your boss not making a move?” I asked.

She scowled at me and slammed the door in my face. I chuckled. I knew she had a thing for her boss. She was angling to be his second wife so she could get out of the house. He had just gotten a divorce, and she was dressing up to show off what she could offer.

My sister was such a slut. Her taste in guys was awful. I mean, she dated my best friend once, and he was a pig with women. Did my friend have a hot, slutty sister for me? Nope. I headed into my room and dressed.

I was tall. Fit. I should have a fucking girlfriend. God, I hated Valentine’s Day.

Mrs. Amanda Anderson
I smooched with my husband Carl in our bedroom, his goatee rasping on my lips. I loved that sensation so much.

“Where are we going tonight?” I asked, eager for our Valentine’s date.

“You’ll see.” Carl smiled at me and claimed another kiss, his hands sliding down my back.

I shivered. He had given me such a good pounding. That was the key to a successful marriage. Lots and lots of sex. I had only been with Carl. He was such a good man. A great provider. He gave me two wonderful children. Well, two children that I loved and wished they would move out.

They were adults now. Especially Lisa. She had a job, and she could afford a place if she stopped wasting her money on frivolous things. That girl had more clothes than I had and was always coming home with more.

Jim was a good boy. Tall like his father. Handsome. He should have a girlfriend. I know he was only a freshman in college, but he was eighteen. He spent too much time at home. A serious boy, but he needed to find a girl.

“I can’t wait for tonight,” I said before I broke from my husband.

He smiled at me.

I turned from him and pulled on my robes. I wore a nightie beneath it, no bra, so my big boobs were bouncing free. The fabric made my nipples tingle. I was just in such a good mood right now. I had a good pounding, and my husband had finished in my mouth.

That was such a yummy treat.

Tonight would be amazing.

I hummed as I passed the bathroom. Steamed drifted from beneath the door. Lisa would be in there. I headed downstairs and started making my family breakfast. Well, Carl and Jim. Lisa wouldn’t eat it. She’d grab an energy bar and whine about her figure.

She was skinnier than me. She was a slender thing. I mean, I wasn’t fat but curvy. Thicc. My husband taught me that word. Thicc. He liked my big boobs and plump butt. How I jiggled as he fucked me. I shivered, eager for tonight.

I was making breakfast burritos when Jim came downstairs. He yawned, his brown hair mussed. He never properly combed it. I had to resist the urge to do it for him. He wasn’t a child any longer. He was a young man.

“Morning,” I said to him.

He grunted.

“Someone’s grumpy,” I said. “That’s not how you’re going to win a girl.”

“Mom,” he groaned, rolling his eyes.

“Sorry, sorry,” I said and placed a plate before him with his two breakfast burritos on it. Scrambled eggs, sausage, cheese, and diced bell peppers. “I just want the best for you, honey.”

He grunted as he bit into his food. My husband came down, followed by Lisa not long after. Lisa, of course, grabbed her energy bar. Her nose ring flashed, and her dyed-red hair was so garish. She leaned against the counter, scrolling on her phone.

I set my husband’s plate down. He was dressed casually. He didn’t have to go into the office until later today. He mostly worked from home. That left an opportunity for us to have fun when our kids were out.

This morning, well, that was just a bonus. We were both feeling frisky.

My husband pulled me down into his lap and kissed me. Both our kids groaned in disgust, which had me kissing my husband with even more passion. My tongue danced with his as he groaned, his hand sliding into my robe to find my bare thigh.

“Ugh,” groaned Jim. Our son made a retching sound.

“Seriously, that’s gross,” said Lisa. Our daughter sounded disgusted.

That just made me smile as I squirmed on my husband’s lap. “That’s why you two exist. It’s beautiful.”

“It’s really not,” said Jim. “I don’t want to think of my mom doing ... that.”

“Mmm, I did that just this morning with your father,” I said with pride.

“I know,” Jim said. “I could hear it.”

“Then maybe it’ll encourage you to get a job and move out of the house,” said Carl as he kept stroking my thigh.

“Lisa has a job and still lives with us,” Jim muttered.

“The housing market is insane,” she said. “I can’t afford it on my own.” She checked herself in her compact mirror. “Mmm, but maybe today...”

Oh, yes, she was making a play for that boss she had a thing for. She wore a short skirt, nylons, and a low-cut blouse. It was strange seeing my daughter dressed for seduction, but she was twenty. She was an adult, as much as I wanted to mother her.

“Shit,” Jim groaned. My son glanced at his phone. “Rick’s playing hooky. Waits to the last minute to tell me I don’t have a ride. I have class.”

“I’ll take you,” I said, sliding off my husband’s lap. I knew he had to get logged on and start work in a few minutes. “Come on.”

I headed to the counter, grabbing my purse.

“Like that?” he asked as I headed to the door in my bathrobe. I had nothing on beneath.

“I’m not getting out,” I said, slipping my feet into a pair of flats. “Let’s go. You need to get to school.”

He rose and hurried after me to the garage. I remote-started the car, so my SUV was already humming. I headed around it to the driver’s seat as my son climbed into the passenger seat. I hit the remote for the garage.

“I can’t believe you’re wearing that,” he muttered, staring at my thigh peeking out.

“It’s fine,” I said, letting the car warm up. It was a tad chilly. “Once the heater gets going.”

I backed my Rav4 up as the heater kicked in. The warmth spread. I worked it down the driveway. It was an icy day. Lisa’s car was parked to the side so I could get out. As I reached the street, I felt a warmth stabbing deep into my heart.

I gasped and rubbed at my chest.

Jim shook his head behind me, looking around, frowning.

I glanced at him, and my heart sped up. This wave of heat washed through me. He was so handsome. This strong stud that sat here, his shirt fitting tight to his chest. He had his jacket across his lap. He pushed that up tight against him.

“My, my, you are so much like your father at that age,” I purred, my pussy melting. My son was such a stud. I knew I shouldn’t be looking at him, but ... Wow, he was handsome. “Why don’t you have a girl yet?”

“I haven’t found the right one,” he said, glancing at me. His eyes fell on my bare thigh.