Sharing the Shower (Taboo Erotica) by Anya Merchant Read Free Book Online Page A

who smiled at him and nodded his head.
    “We should probably speak about the finances of the former count in a more appropriate setting, but suffice to say, he left you enough money to ensure that you and anyone you care about will never have to work again.”
    John wrinkled his forehead, and offered his mom one last, apologetic look.
    “Let’s just make the trip out to the estate and figure out what to do with it,” he said. “That doesn’t mean we’re giving up our old lives, or that anything has to change, mom.”
    John wasn’t sure if the words were true or not even as he spoke them, and from the look on his mother’s face, it was clear that the feeling was mutual.

CHAPTER 2
     
    They left within minutes of coming to a decision. The man, whose name John learned was Mr. Miles, led him and his mom out into a long black limousine shortly after. Natalie only reluctantly followed her son, clearly torn between her own wishes and a deep motherly instinct.
    John didn’t even have a chance to change out of his gym clothes. Mr. Miles assured him that they would have everything that he needed at the estate, and his mom insisted that it didn’t matter because they wouldn’t be staying for more than one day. John nodded, unsure of which one of them he was agreeing with.
    The two of them climbed into the back of the extravagant limousine, and felt it hum to life as Mr. Miles started it up. The passenger area was spacious, with a flat screen TV, a mini fridge, and dark black tinted windows.
    “Can’t you just try to enjoy this, mom?” asked John. He slid over to where she was sitting and let his body move in close to hers. She looked serious, and John wanted to change that. The night had taken such a fantastical turn that he wanted her to be the fun loving mother that he had known in the past, rather than the serious, authoritative, worrying one.
    “I’m just worried about you, honey!” Natalie brought her hand down on John’s thigh, her fingers rubbing dangerously close to sensitive territory. He swallowed hard and looked towards the black tinted front divider, wondering if there was any way that Mr. Miles might see them and get the wrong idea.
    “Here, let’s see what’s in the fridge,” said John. He opened the tiny box up, and found that it was packed to the brim with liquor and bottles of champagne.
    “Absolutely not!” Natalie crossed her arms and gave him a disapproving look as he pulled out one of the bottles and looked at her imploringly.
    “Come on mom!” John pleaded. “It’s just champagne, there’s barely any alcohol in it. I know you’re not happy with all of this, but for me it’s kind of fun. I feel like celebrating, and I want you to celebrate with me.”
    Natalie scowled and rolled her eyes, but didn’t object any further as John took two glasses out of a compartment near the fridge, and then popped the cork off the bottle. He poured a glass for each of them, and then handed one to his mom. She had an icy attractiveness to her as she took it, like a woman at an opulent social event that is sick of being hit on by all of the men.
    “Cheers!” John dinged his glass against his mom’s and then took a sip. The flavor was a mixture of sweet, bitter, and bubbles, and he couldn’t help but laugh as he watched his mom’s facial expression.
    “Quiet! I don’t drink very often, young man!” Natalie couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across her face as she let out a cute little cough. A bit of the champagne spilled down onto her blouse, and John’s eyes were immediately drawn to the wet spot, along with her big, gorgeous breasts around it.
    John took a deep swig of champagne, and leaned back on the soft leather seat. His mom leaned against him and set one of her hands back down on his thigh, and suddenly, the whole situation began to feel very weird to him. His lower half was painfully aware of her touch, and he could feel his cock slowly hardening in his shorts. Several minutes went