Little Brats Raina: Taboo Forbidden Erotica
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High school senior, Moxie, agrees to be moral support for her friend, Patches, who is totally enamored with a college boy, so she says yes to a double date, even though she has to lie to her parents to do it. But Moxie wasn’t counting on lying about her age to get into an x-rated movie, and she definitely wasn’t counting on her date’s Roman hands and Russian fingers, or the fact that the pants she’s borrowed from Patches are several sizes too small. By the end of the night, Moxie finds herself in far more trouble than she bargained for!
Little brat Raina knows the man of the house, a gifted engineer, is unhappy because the woman who married him seems more interested in having sex with her girlfriends, or the line of sex machines he’s invented to please his wife, than she is with him. When the man of the house asks Raina to help him test one of his new machines, she gives in to her secret, taboo desires and lets him know she’s not just interested in his toys—forbidden or not, she wants him all to herself, hot, hard and unprotected!
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Maybe coming home from Wendy and Jim’s so late wasn’t such a great idea, but Raina would rather sleep in her own bed than be the quiet third wheel while the other two wheels were squeaking all night long. Her eyes were sleepy and she had to keep the radio loud and the car window open on the way home to keep from dozing off. She yawned her way quietly into the house, not wanting to draw the attention of her mom and stepdad at such a late hour.
Bed.
But Raina suddenly perked up when she noticed the door ajar and the light glowing from the hallway leading to her stepdad’s workshop. Well, actually, to be fair, she thought, it was more like a lab than a workshop. Workshops had saws and drills and hammers and stuff like that, and they smelled like solvents, burnt things, wood glue and sawdust. Her stepdaddy’s lab had some of those things, but mostly it had machining equipment for making things out of plastic and metal, and all kinds of electrical and electronic equipment. He had made things like bionic prosthetics and robots and surgical instruments with tiny cameras and micro-engines. Even though he always called it his workshop, he was more like Dr. Dyson, from The Terminator, than like Norm, from This Old House.
To Raina, “Daddy’s Workshop” had always been a magical place that made her smile inside and out, and feel safe and at home. She felt her sleepiness fade and her insides do a happy dance that made her bite her lower lip a little—it was a quiet, introverted girl’s version of a “
squee,”
she supposed—as she noticed the glow of the workshop light from the hallway leading to it.
She had spent tons of fun hours being “Daddy’s Assistant,” learning how to document procedures, record data, write in scientific notation and do mathematical calculations that her math teachers at school couldn’t even understand. Her mom had bought her dolls and dollhouses and princess dress-ups and all kinds of girl toys—especially all those Franny’s Special Friends dolls that her mom ended up keeping in glass cases in her own room—but none of them had interested her very much.
Who knew she’d be so excited about a lab coat, a slide rule and a scientific calculator? If that made her some kind of a nerd, then so be it. Her new daddy was very kind and thoughtful and patient and encouraging and smart, and oh so shiny and handsome in his bright white lab coat. If that was being a nerd, she was all in.
It had been a match made in heaven from the very start, as far as Raina was concerned, even if her mom got angry over how short her daughter wore her hair, or if she kept it up in a bun so she could use the scientific instruments to help her daddy with his work, and how she wore the clean, bright, white lab coat her daddy gave her everywhere, even to bed. Her daddy saw and loved something in her that nobody else ever saw, and she would always adore him for that, and be grateful, no matter how much her mother had come to resent him over the last year or so.
Thinking of whatever her mom and stepdad were fighting about over the last year made her frown. She knew better than to ask her mother, who had turned angry and stayed that way since she had divorced Raina’s biological dad before Raina had even started kindergarten.
Michael had been the daddy she had always known and it broke her heart to see him so hurt and unhappy. It had been over a year since he had asked her to assist him in the lab, and the light on the door was always red when he was in there, so she knew not to disturb him in the middle of his work.
Raina had been working her butt off to earn that graduate fellowship at the Keller Cybernetics Institute, and along with her regular classes, she hadn’t even had a chance to come home during spring break. Things hadn’t gotten any better between her mom and stepfather. It was going to be a sad summer in that respect.
But she perked up again when she heard the high whirring of one of her daddy’s micro-engine prototypes. She was going to get to see Daddy working and slip into her shiny lab coat to help! That would make everything okay again. Daddy and shiny bright white lab coats always made everything okay.
As she moved down the hall, Raina heard her mother’s voice coming from the workshop, something she couldn’t remember ever hearing in the lab before.
There was clearly a disturbance in the Force.
Raina stood in the hallway listening, breathless at what she heard.
“Mm hm. You like those big heavy balls, don’t you. Yes you do, I can tell. Mama can tell.”
Then another woman’s voice. Smaller. Submissive.
“Yes, Mistress.”
They continued as Raina approached crept closer to the door, ajar, cool light spilling out into the hallway.
“Tell Mama.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Yes, Mistress, what, sweetheart...?”
“Yes, Mistress, I like them.”
“You like what, sweetheart? Tell Mama.”
“I like those big heavy balls, Mistress.”
“Mm hm. Yes, you do. Where do you like them, sweetheart?”
“In my hand, Mistress?”
“Yes. That’s right sweetheart. Show Mama how you like those big heavy balls in your hand.”
“Yes, Mistress. Like this, Mistress?”
“Yes, sweetheart. Like that.”
“They’re so smooth, Mistress.”
“That’s why Mama had you shave them so nice and close, sweetheart.”
“I like them smooth, Mistress.”
“What else do you like smooth, sweetheart.”
“Your pussy, Mistress.”
“That’s right sweetheart. You like Mama’s pussy nice and smooth like those big heavy balls, don’t you?” It wasn’t exactly a question, although it was phrased like one.
“Yes, Mistress. I like your pussy smooth like these big heavy balls.”
“Why don’t you rub those big, heavy, smooth balls like Mama taught you to rub her bare pussy?” Again, not a question.
“Like this, Mistress?”
“Yes, sweetheart. That’s how Mama taught you to rub her smooth pussy. Slow and firm, in circles, just like you’re rubbing those balls.”
Raina’s mouth hung open and her lush-lashed, big, dark eyes were wide and blinking. She positioned herself to see through the hinge-edge of the door. The door, with a biometric electronic lock that opened only under her stepfather’s fingerprints, opened out toward her and hid her almost completely from her mom, the woman she was with, and the man attached to those big, smooth, heavy balls that were getting rubbed and fondled, the man she assumed was her stepfather, the man she knew as “Daddy.” It was a private joke they shared, a term of affection that was ironic in relation to the serious-seeming scientific work they did together, even into Raina’s adulthood
She had never seen her parents having sex, let alone with another woman in a threesome. She would never even have imagined such a thing. She had fantasized often enough about her stepfather, and had seen him naked once or twice in awkward moments in his bedroom or in the shower, but she noticed herself instinctively licking her lips and felt a flutter in the lower part of her belly as her mind lingered on the image of his shaved cock and balls.
Raina had never imagined him shaved, never imagined he was a manscaping kind of guy. He was a genius engineer, it was true, but he still took great care of his body. He worked out daily and ate well. But she had always imagined his cock and balls being fuzzy and hairy, and she had often imagined that treasure trail of fur leading from his belly button down to... well, down to that treasure she’d imagined him burying deep inside her.
She shuffled through the images in her memory of the times she’d noticed the fullness of his package in his pants as his lab coat parted with his thighs or as he sat or walked. She blushed at how easily she could recall memories of times she had noticed her stepfather’s cock and balls under his clothes, and at the realization of how often she had sexually fantasized about him. She swallowed at the feeling of treading on forbidden, sacred ground, but the blush continued.
She moved her head around, surprisingly eager, she had to admit, to see how real her fantasies were about to become.
She was not disappointed.
Raina’s eyes immediately found her daddy’s cock, half-hard and rising as the hand of a pretty, pale-skinned, pouty redhead rubbed and fondled his balls, which were, as she had heard several times, big, heavy and smooth.
Daddy’s cock jerked and jumped as it slowly rose up to a jutting angle. It was shaven smooth, like his balls, and Raina blushed again and her tummy fluttered low at the sight of her daddy’s hardening cock. The redhead rubbed and tugged the smooth sack and Raina swallowed as his cock responded by hardening even more, growing and rising to an angle revealing the treasure trail of hair Raina had so often imagined tracing with her fingers, brushing over with her cheeks and grazing across with her mouth and lips. She was glad the women hadn’t shaved that.
She was surprised at how hungry it made her, seeing him like that. It made her want it in her hands and mouth and pussy even more. As his cock stiffened and rose to fullness against his belly, he put his head back in a gasp, and Raina smothered a gasp of her own.
She took in the whole scene as her mind adjusted to the voyeur’s view she had through the long, vertical space between the door edge and its frame. As he leaned back and moaned at the rubbing and tugging the pretty redhead was giving him, Raina realized he was still wearing his lab coat.
It parted as he thrust his hips forward, revealing sleek, carved abs, his undone tie and unbuttoned shirt falling away. Raina was breathless, realizing, not for the first time, how downright fucking
hot
her stepfather looked as he stood naked underneath his lab coat, his belted slacks slowly slipping down around his muscled thighs, tugging his white boxer briefs with them.
The flutter low in her belly moved down into her pussy and became a tingle that moistened and swelled her flesh. She licked her lips again and swallowed, thinking how surreal and forbidden her view and thoughts and feelings were. She had a fleeting thought that she should look away but she couldn’t—her body was slipping deeper into a moistening betrayal the more she watched.
In her stepfather’s hands, at the level of his chest, was a remote control with what looked like several sliding switches and turning dials. Multi-colored LED’s blinked on it. He manipulated the remote and the high hum Raina had heard upon entering the hallway leading to the lab modulated to a lower, whirring tone.
This was followed quickly by a sweet squeal from the mouth of the pretty redhead, who rubbed and tugged a little harder on his balls. Simultaneously, a low moan escaped Raina’s mother. Raina’s mother and the redhead were slowly moving their hips as they sat on a long half-moon shaped saddle. Raina’s mom, a tall, cool heavy-chested blonde beauty in her own right, held a black leather leash that attached to a black choker collar around the pale neck of the redhead. As surreal as the scene was before her, the detail that turned the narrator in Raina’s head into a sound file stuck on repeat, was her mother’s short, butch haircut.
Her mother, the woman whose long, natural platinum tresses were the epitome of womanhood to her, had a short-cropped mannish hairstyle. Raina’s mouth and eyes opened wider, and she clapped her hand over her mouth, as it all became clear to her. Her mother and her stepfather had been having such problems because her mom had decided to play for the other team—or at least try out for it.
Raina looked back and forth between her black lingerie-clad mother riding a fuck machine with her submissive sex slave on a leather leash, and her stepfather, whose balls were in the hand of his wife’s pale, redheaded lover.
The scent and sounds and movements of pleasure and sex filled the room but when Raina looked deeper, she saw the real story, and it didn’t have a happy ending. Her mother was alternating between gazes of disgust for her husband and lust for her redheaded slave-lover. Her stepfather’s sexual pleasure masked a look of hurt, resignation and anger. And her mother’s leashed lover was actually looking up at her daddy’s hard cock and body with a pouty desire and longing that increased Raina’s blush and made her nipples begin to harden.
On top of all that, Raina felt a flare of jealousy at her mother’s lover, who was rubbing and tugging her stepfather’s big, heavy, smooth balls and trying to eat him alive with her eyes. She also felt a flash of rage at her mother, who was obviously orchestrating and controlling the whole scene. And lastly, she experienced a sharp, penetrating stab of heartbreak for her stepfather, who was clearly willing to do anything to try and repair his disastrously detoured marriage.
As she tried to put all the pieces of the tableau together, Raina felt sure that the fuck machine her mother and the redhead were riding, the one clearly controlled by the remote in her stepfather’s hands, had almost certainly been invented and built by her stepfather. Upon closer inspection, Raina saw that the long, half-moon curved sex saddle and the base of the fuck machine had a combination of aesthetic beauty and elegant efficiency—tell-tale signs of her stepfather’s work.
And, if the slow bucking and rocking, the loud moans and soft gasps, were any indication, it worked like a charm. Raina flushed as she imagined riding something so naughty. Something her stepfather had made with his own hands.
Her nipples hardened and rubbed against her bra and her pussy moved from a tingle to a warm throb. She scanned the workshop and noticed for the first time that there were sex toys and fuck machines of all kinds sitting neatly around the large workshop.