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

by silently, with Natalie not saying anything, and John feeling a strange intensity building on the air.
    “Mom, are you okay?” John whispered the question, and ran one of his hands through his mom’s hair. “I know you said that you didn’t want to go to the estate, but it’s your dad who died, isn’t it? My grandfather?”
    Natalie didn’t say anything. John listened carefully to her breathing and realized that she’d fallen asleep, empty champagne glass in hand, with the other draped over his thigh in a motherly, protective way. He smiled, and shifted her body into a more comfortable position, trying his best not to look too closely at her breasts or enjoy the soft feeling of his hands on her skin too much.
    The limousine ride went on for several more hours. John drifted off to sleep shortly after his mom did. He dreamed of taking the bus to school, and accidently forgetting his clothes. He was sitting in a seat with his attractive female English teacher, and she was sitting so close to him. The bus ride went on for so long, and slowly she began to touch him, and then took it even further…
    There was a loud noise from the front of the limousine, and John woke up. He had fallen to the side on the seat in his sleep, his head coming to a rest on top of his mother’s soft bosom, and his crotch pushed against the side of one of her soft, perfect thighs. His cock was rock hard, and he felt incredibly ashamed of himself and pulled away from her quickly.
    One of the passenger side doors opened, and Mr. Miles stood on the other side of it, smiling. John shook his mother awake and moved to put the bottle of champagne away, but their chauffeur shook his head and gestured that he’d take care of it.
    “This is as far as I go,” he said. “The helicopter pilot will take you the last stretch out to the island.”
    “That’s it?” asked John.
    “Yes, sir,” said Mr. Miles. “I’m at your service the next time you are in need of a driver on the mainland.”
    He helped Natalie out of the car, and then John, clapping him on the back and shaking his hand as he led the two of them over to the helicopter, its blades already whirling.
    “The former Count would be proud of you, I think,” said Mr. Miles. “You’re handling this transition remarkably well. He made a good choice, deeming you as his successor.”
    “Thank you, Mr. Miles,” said John. He looked over at his mom, and saw her glaring at the man and moving into a position between him and John.
    “My son still hasn’t made up his mind about what he’s going to do yet,” she said. “Don’t assume anything about what he intends, or what he’s going to be.”
    “Of course. My apologies, madam.” Mr. Miles nodded cordially, and then pulled open the helicopter door. John could barely hear anything over the whir of the blades, and waited for his mom to climb in before following after her.
    The pilot in front looked back after a minute without saying anything. He waited until both of them had on their seatbelts, and then yelled something that John couldn’t make out over the noise. The helicopter blades accelerated, and the machine slowly lifted into the air.
    John suddenly felt a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wasn’t afraid of heights, as far as he knew, but the sensation of lifting straight up off the ground made his heart race, and his palms feel sweaty. He wondered if it was from the helicopter, or from what the voyage represented in his mind.
    “Hey, it’s okay sweetie,” whispered his mom. She rubbed his knee and leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek. Her blouse billowed open slightly, and John smiled and fought the urge to glance down at her cleavage.
    They headed across the small stretch of ocean that separated Blackthorn Isle from the eastern coast of Canada. The actual flight was not as long as John expected, only taking about a half hour. He was surprisingly well rested after sleeping in the limo, and as the island came