The Red Room Chronicles

Check out chapter one to have a better understanding of the story. It's a surreal, psychosexual ride. A slow burn.

In chapter one, Lilith, Adam's stepmother had seen something she can't unsee. And she secretly wants to see more of it.

A primal hunger aches inside her and it's pulling her somewhere. Where?

The Red Room is the mysterious force behind her forbidden obsession. This is just the beginning of a taboo desire unfurling.

All characters are 18 or older.

CHAPTER 2: THE UNRAVELING

Let me take you,

to heaven, to hell

where the lines are blurred between

pleasure and pain,

where we are both bound and free.

Let me show you

the Red Room.

She couldn't keep feeding this suffocating hunger that was growing inside of her.

The Red Room had begun to pulse through her blood, like an obsession. And the more she tried to resist it, the more she felt it's all consuming grip. It was a hot whisper on her neck, amplifying her insatiable appetite.

The Red Room lingered in Lilith's mind even when she wasn't dreaming of it. Right below her unconscious, crawling to the surface.

One evening, she found herself in his Adam's room, trying to look for a poem he shared with her the other day. Something beautiful and raw about longing. Her eyes were drawn to the open notebook on the desk. It was like an instinct, something alluring, pulling her to it. She flipped it open, her fingers were slightly shaking as they traced the ink on the page. Instead she found something else that struck a nerve.

A poem titled, "The Red Room."

She felt her pulse speed up, her eyes scanning the words. The words resonated within her. They somewhat mirrored her experiences treading the threshold of the mysterious red room.

When Adam came into his room, he caught her reading. He raised his eyebrow out of confusion. A trace of embarrassment flashed across his face.

"What are you doing?" He paused when he saw the notebook.

Lilith closed the book slowly, goosebumps still pricked her skin, from what could be considered a spiritual contact.

"I was looking for that poem you read to me,"

"But this...the Red Room. What inspired this poem?"

Adam hesitated before answering her. He was choosing his words carefully, but there was a certain vulnerability in his eyes.

"I...um...well." He scratched his nose; feeling nervous.

"The Red Room came to me in a dream. I don't know why I wrote it. It felt like something was guiding my hand. If that makes sense."

Lilith knew what he meant. It took your hand and carried you away like a mad gust of wind.

She could feel it right now gnawing at her like some carnal creature.

Lilith couldn't shake the feeling that something deeper and profound was at play. Something beyond dreams or nightmares. What could it be?

The next evening, Lilith's mind still swirled with thoughts of Adams dream inspired poem. As she was walking down the hall, she heard something from his bedroom. A low, repetitive sound, followed by an exhale.

This repetitive rhythm wasn't unfamiliar to her ears. She had been in the company of men many times, and knew the sounds, the actions that contributed to the soft and steady rhythm. But she wasn't prepared for this. She wasn't prepared to see him so raw and exposed.

Adam was sitting on the edge of the bed, his body tight, his hand moving steadily around his cock. His eyes were closed, lost in whatever fantasy he was imagining, unaware of her presence. It was a private act that no one should have interrupted. Especially his step mother. But Lilith found herself watching, unable to look away or leave.

It was like that time before when she saw his bare skin in bathroom. This time he was pleasing himself. Unaware it teased her and started an erotic and taboo domino effect.

It reminded her of the dreams she had in the red room. Where she had caressed his throbbing cock tenderly and passionately.

The awkwardness of the moment settled between them like a mist in a vast field, and she felt an uncomfortable surge of heat rise below.

When he opened his eyes and saw her standing there, everything froze.

"Lilith.." he said, his voice stiff and tensed, his face flushed with uncomfortable embarrassment. He pulled his hand away quickly, as if he was filled with shame. "I didn't expect..."

A step mom isn't suppose to see her step son relieve himself. And a step mom is never suppose to dream of stroking her step sons robust cock. Or pray for him to spray his seed unto her tongue and her fertile body.

"I didn't mean to interrupt," she finally managed to say, her voice barely a whisper.

"I was...just...looking for something."

. The dream had blurred the boundaries between reality and the Phantasmagoria.

The gateway to the Red Room was beginning to open for both of them.

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The tension between them still was sticky in the air; a thick cloud that refused to disperse.

Adam could hardly look Lilith in the eye.

But in the quietude of the house, after a few days had passed, the uncomfortable awkwardness began to loosen it hold on them. It started with Lilith.

"Adam," she said, stepping into his room as he was immersed in his work. She stood by the door, waiting for him to realize she was there. He looked up from his notebook, his face still red with some lingering uncomfortable embarrassment. But there was something softer in his expression now. Maybe acceptance?

He greeted her, "Hey Lilith."

He was a little confuse and unsure of the direction this conversation was going.

"I've been thinking about that day," she began. "That...moment you were doing something private..."

Lilith notice him stiffened a little.

"I just want you to know it's alright," she said.

"You're a grown adult, a man Adam. This is your home too."

Adam's nodded slowly, feeling the tension between them starting to fade a little.

"I didn't mean for you to see me like that though."

Lilith smiled. "I intruded I'm sorry. Adam, you don't have to be embarrassed. You should feel comfortable in your own house."

Silence passed between them for a moment. And then Lilith added with a devilish smirk, "I do it too."

Adam was surprised. His lips slightly agape. He stared at her for a second before he said you masturbate?"

"Yes, Adam of course. Make it seem like I'm an old dinosaur. It's normal." She chuckled a bit. "And sometimes when I do it, I think of younger guys like you."

Adam froze. "You think about younger guys like me?"

"Yeah their young hands and skin touching my, she stopped realizing she was getting lost in the fantasy.

"Anyways, bottom line is, it's okay you can do it. And I do it too. And so do other animals. It's perfectly natural."

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The conversation carried on in his mind into the late night. He kept thinking of the concept of Lilith masturbating. Touching herself. Self-pleasuring herself with fantasies of younger men. Men like himself.

Why did the house feel so different now? Was it just Lilith's words that lingered? Or was it the sensation of the Red Room calling Adam.

He closed his eyes to sleep. His body shifted in bed, restless.

In the dream, Adams body was bound by the will of the room. He was stark naked, tied on the bed with a pulsing erection, pointing to the ceiling.

Without words, Lilith stepped forward. She was also naked showing her voluptuousness. Lilith's plush curves glisten in the light of the red room. Some would consider her "plus-size." Short Black hair flowed to her delicate collarbone and in the air; moving on it own as if some force was moving it for her.

His cock twitched at the sight of her big and sultry tits swaying around like a pendulum.

Her fingers traced his chest in a line leading toward his swollen shaft. The sensation pierced through him, he gasped as his body instinctively leaned into her succulent touch.

Lilith's lips lean in, brushing against his ear, and she whispers,

"You belong to mommy now."

She climbed on top of him. And with her pussy she devoured him.

His cock disappeared into her and she rode him like a wild horse into oblivion. Her big breast bounced up and down.

Lilith straddled him like the spitting image of Babalon riding the beast.

With profound pleasure he screamed out in loud moans,

"Mommy! "Mommy! Fuck!"

He was enraptured deep inside his step mothers divine womb. The more she pounced on him, swallowing his manhood, the better he felt. The closer to the edge he got, the more he surrendered to the pull of leaping off into the unknown.

The Red room had him. It's tendrils we're deep inside him.