The aftermath of my late-night game session with my friends was everywhere. There were snack bags all over my room, and the computer monitor glowed a pale grey in the distance. There was a pile of sleeping bags on the floor, and, inside them, my friends. There was a subtle knock on my door, it must have been what woke me up in the first place.
"Come in," I said hoarsely as I searched from my glasses with my fingertips. I sat up slowly, slipping the black plastic frames onto the bridge of my nose. On the floor the two sleeping bags stirred as my friends, Chris and Dustin, slowly woke up. The door opened slowly, flooding my room with light as my stepmom, Jen, stepped into the room.
"It's almost noon," she said matter-of-factly. She stepped over Dustin's sleeping bag and stood by my bed, her hands on her hips. She wore jeans and a tank top with wide, horizontal stripes. I tried not to stare, but the stripes outlined the curve of her ample breasts. She was thin, with an athletic build, but she had spectacular tits. I know I should not have noticed, but hormones dictated otherwise. "I know it's Saturday, but I'm not letting you sleep all day."
"All right," I said, throwing my hands up in mock surrender. She laughed. Behind her Chris and Dustin sat up, shaking their heads and slowly waking up.
"Can you boys clear out early?" she asked kindly. She then leaned in closer to whisper in my ear. Her short hair flopped in front of her eyes and she brushed it aside as she spoke. "Laura's coming over to use our shower. She has repairmen working on her water lines. I don't care if you stay, but thing one and thing two have to go." As she leaned in to whisper I stared at her cleavage, at the tan bra that pushed her tits together, for as long as I dared. She stood up and left swiftly, saying a kind goodbye to Chris and Dustin. When I looked over at them, they were grinning.
"What?" I asked.
"I was just checking out your stepmom's ass," Dustin said in a whisper. "So, so nice, my friend."
"Shut up," I groaned. This was a perennial topic. Chris and Dustin had been my friends forever, and they had been ogling Jen since we had discovered girls. When my dad passed away when I was twelve, Jen and I were the only family we had, and I found my friends' newfound lust for her disturbing. Over time, I got used to it. And one day, out of the blue, I looked at her and something primal stirred inside me. It was summer, when I was fourteen, and she was bending over, looking for something in the refrigerator. I remember getting hard, my face flush at my instinctual reaction.
At first I avoided it, then wallowed in guilt over it. She was my stepmother, and while my father had married a much younger woman, I felt guilty over my attraction to her. Finally I looked at it as biological instinct, that it was normal to appreciate a woman with a body like hers. And now, in my last semester of high school, it was second nature for me to appreciate the view.
Dustin and Chris left, but not after making a few more comments about Jen. It aggravated me, even though I secretly agreed with them. From her blue eyes, to her freckles and short, curly, sandy-brown hair, she was adorable. Part of me was aggravated with them for being so immature, and part of me was territorial and jealous that they were even looking at her.
Jen was downstairs in the kitchen when I headed down to get some food. She looked at me and smiled as I grabbed some breakfast.
"I'm going to be gone for a while, I've got things to do until around four today," she said casually. "Can you let Laura in, and stick around if she needs anything?"
"Sure," I said. I liked Laura. She was my mom's closest friend. They met in our church singles group. While Jen was tall, slender, with a knockout chest, Laura was shorter, curvy, with enormous tits and a big ass. She wasn't fat but was built like a renaissance statue. The idea of her stopping by did not seem like a bad idea to me.
Laura rang the doorbell shortly after Jen left. She was waiting, gym bag under her arm, as I opened the door.
"Hey, Steven," she said as I let her in. "Thanks for letting me use your shower. This no hot water thing is torture."
"I bet," I said, getting a decent look at her bubble butt. She wore sweatpants and a zippered jacket, her hair in a messy bun that cascaded into loose curls. Her jacket was loose, and she was clearly disheveled. Her jacket was unzipped partway, revealing considerable cleavage. I wasn't sure if she was aware how much she was showing.
It was clear she had nothing on under the jacket, and I felt my dick growing in my shorts, threatening to draw attention to itself.
"I look like a mess," she said apologetically. "Sorry."
"You look great," I said, feeling myself blush. She smiled, and I struggled to keep my eyes off her tits.
"I thought I might use your mom's bathroom, if that's fine with you," she said. "But she mentioned there's a trick to it."
"Oh, yeah, there is," I said. "The glass door latch is weird. I was supposed to fix it, but I keep forgetting."
"Can you show me?" she said with a smile. "I don't want to dump water all over her bathroom floor."
"Sure," I said. I led the way up the stairs and down the hall to Jen's room. She had the master suite, with a spacious bathroom and a glass-walled shower. "You have the lift the latch as you pull it, or it won't catch," I said, demonstrating it.
She nodded, and pulled her bun down, letting her long hair fall down her shoulders. She stepped past me and turned on the hot water, feeling how cold it was.
"It takes a few minutes to get hot," I said.
"Okay," she said. I noticed her zipper had moved a few inches down on her jacket. She definitely had nothing on underneath it. The zipper was now halfway down, and I could see the entirety of her cleavage. If it went lower, I'd see her belly button. I wondered if she unzipped it on purpose or it had just slipped down. We made eye contact and I was self-conscious about the erection straining against my shorts. I hoped she hadn't noticed.
She crouched down to dig her shampoo and lotions out of her bag. Her sweatpants rode low on her hips, and I could see several inches of her bare ass. I guessed that she had nothing on underneath. The idea that she was in such a state of undress made my dick ache.
"If you need anything, just call me," I added. She smiled, and I shut the door. I headed down the hall, sitting on my bed. I could feel my heart racing and my dick throbbing. I wanted to relieve the tension, but I was worried she might finish her shower before I was done. I was already really aroused, I didn't want to get even more so if she finished before I had come.
Moments later I heard Laura call my name. I stood up, adjusting my erection and hurried down the hall. I knocked, hearing water running.
"Come in," she called out.
I hesitated, but she called my name again, so I slowly opened the door. The room was flooded with steam, the mirrors opaque with fog. The shower doors were frosted over, but I could see the shape of Laura's nude body behind the blurry glass. I felt myself harden looking at her curves. This was the closest I had been to a naked woman. Even behind heavily fogged glass, the view was breathtaking.
"That latch is stuck, and my towel is on the counter she called out. Can you throw it over the shower wall, and then open this door for me?"
"Um, yeah, sure," I said, trying to keep my nerves out of my voice. I tossed her towel over the edge, sending steam swirling about her, revealing more of her shape as she shut off the water. She wrapped the towel around her midsection as I approached the door. The handle was slick from condensation, and I lifted the door slightly and pulled the latch. The door pulled open smoothly, and I stepped back to let Laura out.
"You're a real hero," she teased, stepping past me. She grabbed a second towel and wrapped her hair up in it. The towel around her body clung to her curves, her tits practically spilled out of the top of it. I took in the sights as long as I dared before turning to leave. I headed down the hall, my dick throbbing in my shorts. I was planning on jerking off the moment she started her engine downstairs. I sat at my desk, my mind tracing every curve, the line of cleavage that almost popped out of her towel, every inch of her. I was lost in my reverie when she knocked on the door frame.
"Hey," she said. She was leaning against the open door, still in her towel. Her hair was damp, falling around her shoulders. "You didn't have to run off."
"Oh," I said. "Sorry, I guess. I thought you'd want some privacy."
"No," she said simply. She stepped into my room. I turned my chair to face her. She walked right up to me, a look of determination on her face, laced with a grin. She was inches from me when she suddenly straddled my thigh. Her body was damp against the leg of my jeans. I had never been this close to a woman with this little amount of clothing on her. I tried to form words but before I could burst through my general confusion she kissed me.
As her tongue entered my mouth I was still trying to register what was happening. She pressed against me, the chair back falling back into the desk. My hands, on autopilot, touched her legs. I realized she was grinding against my leg, rubbing against my jeans, her breath coming in bursts as we kissed. I let instinct take over from the shock, and my hands slid up her legs, under the towel, and grabbed her ass.
She ground harder against me as I felt her ass with both hands. She threw her head back, the towel coming loose and showing most of her tits. I felt her body shudder as she came, her pussy grinding against my jeans. She kept rubbing, the towel slipping down more, until I grabbed the fabric with one hand and let it fall off her. She pressed against me, naked, grinding against my thigh as she buried her face against my shoulder. I gripped her ass harder and she rode me, until she cried out, her whole body tensing up and then releasing. She leaned against me, breathing hard, her muscles loose and her body still.
"Oh, god," she whispered in my ear. She sat up, finally giving me a full view of her tits and the triangle of bushy pubic hair pressed against my jeans. She got off me, a trail of her wetness dripping onto the wet spot she made on my jeans. She pulled me up, kissing me as I stood up. My hands found her tits as her hands slid down and worked my belt buckle. She deftly opened my jeans and reached down with her left hand, grasping my member and stroking it gently. She backed toward the bed, gently guiding me with the hand wrapped around my throbbing erection.
We were silent as she pushed me back onto the bed. She pulled down my jeans, stripping them off of me before climbing over me. She kissed me, her tits pressed against my chest, as the damp hair between her legs ticked the head of my dick. I ran my hands down her back, over her ass, gripping her gently as she kissed me. Suddenly, with a flourish, she sat up, straddling me. Her pussy dripped onto my dick in anticipation.
She took my erection in her hand, gently guiding my dick upward as she sank onto it. I could feel her pussy lips part as the softest, wettest, warmest sensation I've ever experienced took over me. She impaled herself on me, pausing as I slid into her completely. Slowly, almost painfully slow, she raised up and lowered herself, savoring the sensation as I filled her repeatedly. I was beside myself and gripped her ass as she started to ride me fast, grinding against me. Her tits swayed with the rocking motion of her hips, beads of sweat glistening on her stomach.
She came a third time, her pussy gripping me as her orgasm reached its peak. I gasped, thrusting upward like an animal, lifting her upward as I exploded inside her. She gasped as she felt my orgasm merge with hers, my dick pumping into her. She fell on top of me, laughing as our bodies gave in and a wave of pleasure overtook us both. I kept pulsing, filling her with cum as we lay there in silence. Finally spend, she crawled off of me, leaving a trail of cum dripping out of her and onto my thigh. She stood up, picking up the towel and giving me a view of her from behind. I was still on the bed, breathing hard, my first sexual encounter with a woman leaving my mind blank. She leaned over, tits heaving, and gave me kiss.
"I really needed that," she said. She looked me over as I lay there, panting. She bent over and kissed me, her tits dragging across my shirt as she moved lower and kissed the shaft of my dick. I was covered in her wetness and my semen, which spread over her lips as she kissed my flaccid member over and over. She ran her tongue up and down it, and slowly it came back to life. She then sat up, stroking me as she wiped her mouth.
"I guess I need a little more," she said with a giggle. She stroked me until I was completely hard, and then crawled onto the bed. She put her shoulders down, head to the side, and raised her ass in the air. She parted her legs slightly, and her pussy dripped a mixture of wetness and cum as she waited.
I got up behind her on my knees, my hands shaking a little from the excitement. The view was marvelous as I approached her. I slid the head of my dick against her labia until it popped in an inch. She gasped loudly, and I penetrated her fully.
"That's it," she said. "Go deep."
I obliged, thrusting into her. She was beside herself, her pussy tightening as I kept thrusting, my hips slapping her ass and making it jiggle. She came, crying out as I kept going, her voice deep and throaty as she moaned. I was self-conscious about all the noise, but no one was home, so I kept going. She came a fifth time, her pussy contracting even harder, and I finally lost it. While less intense, my second orgasm was still powerful, and I emptied what cum I had left into her as I pushed as deep as I could. I pulled out of her, my cum rushing out in a torrent. She sat down on the bed next to me, her chest heaving.
"The benefits of youth," she said sweetly to me as she kissed me on the cheek. I stood up, a river of cum running down her thigh. She wiped it off with the towel she had worn.
"See you later," she said sweetly, and left the room. Minutes later I heard her car engine, the need for me to relieve my sexual tension long gone. I lay on the bed for some time. I felt like my nerves were rewiring themselves; everything felt different. The bed sheets on my skin, the dried cum all over my dick, the air from my fan blowing over me; it was all new. Finally, after an hour, I sat up. My muscles felt like they had never been used before. I was figuring out a whole new sensory experience after having fucked—or, really, having gotten fucked by—Laura. I looked in the mirror, my dick slowly regaining some vigor as I played the morning over in my head. Soon my dick was throbbing, but the idea of jerking off so soon seemed like a waste. Instead, I got a new pair of jeans out of the dresser and headed downstairs.
When Jen came home I was reading a book on the couch. I had resisted the urge to jerk off but thinking about Laura all day had kept me hard and leaking pre-cum all over the inside of my jeans. She dropped her bag on the table and set next to me on the couch.
"Big day?" she asked casually.
"No," I said quickly, then added, "I mean, not really."
"Cool," she said, nodding. "Hey, Laura sent me a text; she says you were very sweet and helped her out."
"Oh," I said, "yeah. It was no big deal."
Jen shifted in her seat, turning to face me. She threw her legs across mine, something she had done a hundred times. I jumped from the contact, and she laughed.
"Why so twitchy?" she teased.
"No reason," I said a little too defensively.
"Alright," she said, waving her hand. She looked at me. "I just thought you'd be more relaxed."
"What's that mean?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed as I tried to work out what she meant.
"Oh, nothing," she said dismissively. "What do you want to do for dinner?"
"Wait," I said, sitting up. She withdrew her legs and stood up. "What did you mean, you thought I'd be relaxed?"
Jen blushed, turning to the window to avoid making eye contact. I stood up, a feeling of dread rising up inside me. "Oh, you know," she said. "Just because, I guess, maybe helping out Laura wasn't such a bad thing...you know." She raised her eyebrows, leading me to the logical conclusion that she knew.
"I mean," she said, now talking from nerves more than anything else, "I'm not mad or anything. You're an adult, so what do I care if my friend comes over and you two...you know."
"You knew?" I said, my voice raising. "Did you know beforehand?"
"Um...yeah," she said, not meeting my eyes. In a low voice she added, "it was sort of my idea."
"What?" I said, my hands gesturing as I spoke. "You set me up with your friend?"
"I thought you wouldn't mind," Jen said. "I mean, I've seen you look at her."
"Yes, but didn't you think you should maybe ask me?" I said, my temper flaring.
"I don't know why you are getting so mad," she said defensively. "I mean, you just got some."
She hit a nerve. "Yeah, I did. But if I was a girl, and you were my stepdad, and sent one of your guy friends over to fuck me, would that be okay?"
I had hit a nerve in return, it seemed, because she threw her hands up. "Oh my god, I get you some action, while helping out a friend, and you flip out! I mean, she's been climbing the walls, needing it, and I thought you'd be more than happy to help. It's not like it was your first time, I'm sure."
I said nothing, and the realization crept across her face. "Shit," she said. "I thought...I always assumed by now you had..." She sat down. "I should have asked you first."
"Yeah, you should have," I said bitterly. "And now I can always remember that my first time was with my stepmom's best friend, because she needed to get laid and my stepmom lent me out."
My words hit her like a slap in the face. "I didn't mean it to be like this. I thought you'd enjoy yourself, get some from a hot woman. I didn't know it was your first time. And I should have talked to you first, asked you if you would have wanted to. I'll...I'll do anything to make it up to you. Name it, and it's yours."
"How about a blowjob?" I said, my voice full of acid.
I said the words to sting, and they did. The tears already welling in her eyes started to spill down her cheeks. She said nothing, but stormed passed me, rage etched in her features, as she grabbed her purse and left the house. I heard the door slam and I sat down hard on the couch, my heart hammering in my chest.
I had meant to hurt her with those word, to turn the situation around on her, but I still felt guilty for having said them. On one hand, I had enjoyed Laura, but I was still humiliated that my stepmom set the whole thing up. I bet Laura's shower worked just fine. I sat around fuming for a while, then went and showered for a long time. I thought about Laura but then I kept getting mad about Jen, and finally left the house to get something to eat. When I returned Jen still wasn't home. Finally, still mad, I went up to my room and played video games, trying to get my mind off of everything.
Around eleven at night Jen knocked on my door. I said nothing as she slipped into the room. She looked like she had been crying a long time. Despite what she did, she was my stepmom, the only family I had. My anger at having been set up ebbed, and I felt like I needed to offer an olive branch.
"Listen, about what I said," I began, but she interrupted me.
"I'll do it," she said, walking across the room and sitting on the floor across from me. When it was clear to her I didn't understand, she continued. "A blowjob. I'll do it. I humiliated you and...and it's fair."Jen, really, I didn't mean it," I said, not really processing what she was saying.
"No, listen to me," she said. "I did something pretty terrible. You're right, everything you said was right. Even if it wasn't your first time, it was callous of me just to assume you'd be ready to go, even if Laura said you didn't hesitate," she laughed, but grew serious. She paused, straightening her posture. "So, I'm going to give you a blowjob, as a way of saying I'm sorry."
"Jen," I said, "you're upset," but again she cut of me off.
"What I did was demeaning and unfair. So I'm going to do what you suggested. Maybe your dick in my mouth will make up for what I did."
I had never heard her talk like this. "You're serious, aren't you?" I said.
She nodded. "Yes, dead serious. I owe you a blowjob."
"Right now?" I said, as my voice cracked.
"No," she said, laughing. "In a few days. I need to mentally prepare for it."
"Then don't do it," I said.
"Oh, I'm going to do it. When I put my mind to something, I don't back down. But even though I owe you this blowjob, and I'm doing it willingly, you have to grant me a few days of processing what I'm about to do to my stepson, okay?"
"Okay," I said. She was tired and upset. I knew she didn't mean it, so I agreed to let her process things. Tomorrow, I was sure, she'd tell me she had not meant it, and I would tell it that it was all okay.
She stood up, smoothing out her wrinkles in her jeans. "And don't think I'm going to change my mind." She bent forward and kissed the top of my head, her cleavage in my face. My dick twitched to life, and then roared to attention as I thought about what she actually said. She walked out of the room, pausing to say goodnight before disappearing down the hall.
Chapter 2
I woke up late, having stayed up late thinking about the day's events. I abstained from jerking off, even though I desperately wanted to. I still expected Jen to come to her senses, or at the very least back out in a panic, but the idea of touching myself still paled in comparison to Laura fucking me or the thrill of Jen's suggestion. Even though I knew she hadn't meant it, the idea that she would even propose such a bargain was pretty erotic. I wondered, if she was serious, if I could go through with it. Less than ten seconds of contemplation told me that, yes, without a doubt, I could. I got dressed in the jeans Laura rubbed up against and headed downstairs. Jen was up, bustling about the house as she always did when she wasn't working.
"Good morning," I said, stretching.
"Good morning," she replied with a smile. "I'm glad you're not still raging mad at me. I'm really sorry about what I did."
"Let's not rehash it," I said kindly. "Thank you for apologizing."
She smiled back. "Thank you for accepting it," she replied. She came around the counter wearing a tank top and short khaki shorts. While Jen's tits were the main attraction, she did have a cute butt, which was rare on women as tall and slender as she. I appreciated her toned legs a lot and was glad to see her in shorts. My dick twitched, reminding me of her bargain. "I'm guessing you've come to your senses about the blowjob you offered me last night?"
"If you don't want one, then say so, because I've made up my mind and I'm going to do it. In a few days, if that fits your schedule." She laughed, tossing her bangs to the side with a flip of her head.
"Oh," I said. "I didn't think you were really going to ..."
"Suck your dick?" she said each word separately, letting the words hang in the air with a wave of her hand. "Of course, I am. I've never backed away from a promise, sexual or otherwise."
"Do you have a history of making sexual bargains?"
"No," she said simply with a shrug. "I mean, once or twice, sure. But never to gain anything. More often than not it's because I lost a bet or something. Like the time I made a bet with my friend in college. He'd been wanting and scheming to get me into bed for years. And we made a bet during the playoff game that his team would beat mine. The deal was that if my team won, he'd paint my apartment. And if his team won, we'd do it once. And we had a party to watch the game. As the score went toward his favor I admit I got pretty wet. With all of our friends there, it got me even wetter. I knew by halftime it was over, so I took him back to my bedroom and let him take me from behind, you know, doggy style."
To hear Jen talk about sex like this, so frankly and explicitly, had me hard. She continued, as if this was as normal as talking about her work day.
"It wasn't great, the sex, that is. I mean, I entered into it willingly, that's not what I was implying. But he was really bad at it. At least he was quick. The worst part was that the fourth quarter turned around and my team won. So he got some for no reason. That's what I get for jumping the gun."
"Wow, that's...um, kind of crazy. And hot."
"Thanks," she smirked. "There's a lot you don't know about me."
"Clearly," I said.
She looked down at my pants, and saw the erection straining underneath. "Enjoy the story?"
I blushed, but she continued, "Oh, come off it, Steven. I understand how those things work. Besides, that thing is going to be in my face soon, so why be embarrassed."
I paused, then said, "I guess I didn't think about that. You're going to actually see it."
"That's how it usually works," she said with a laugh. "Unless you want it totally in the dark."
"No," I blurted out.
She laughed. "I didn't think so. Any other ground rules we need to set before the deed?"
"Well, okay," I said. "Naked or clothed?"
"Clothed," she said firmly.
"Eye contact?"
"Sure," she said with a wink.
"Do I have to warn you before I come."
"Nah, most of the time I don't get a warning. I mean, I can usually tell when it's about to happen anyway."
"Swallow?" I asked hesitantly. She paused, biting her lip, contemplating her response.
"I owe you," she said. "So I'll swallow, or try to, anyway. Deal?" She extended her hand.
"Deal," I said, shaking it. "I can't believe this is really happening."
"Oh, believe it," she said with a grin. "Since I ruined your first time, and all."
"Well, I mean, doing it with Laura wasn't horrible," I said. "Actually, it was pretty nice." I worried that telling her that would ruin my chance at a blowjob.
"I still should have just asked you if you'd be willing. So, I still owe you. By the way, Laura was very, very complimentary."
"Really?" I said, blushing.
"She didn't go into too much detail, but let's just say she had a great time. Several times."
"Yeah," I said, not meeting her eyes. "It was pretty intense."
"But I really am sorry," she said. "The BJ is just part of making amends."
"Part?" I said.
"Sure," She said, standing up. "I know you like it when I wear shorts around the house, so I wore them." She turned once, giving me a good view of her ass. Her shorts were so small that the bottom of her firm butt almost peeked out from them. She sat back down with a flourish, her long legs propped up on the coffee table.
"And before you ask how I know," she continued, "I'll just tell you right away that it's pretty obvious that you walk around with an erection all day. I know it isn't always because of me, but I figure, at least some of time, it must be right? That's why I guessed that Laura might get lucky with you, I knew you weren't afraid of older women."
"You're not that old," I said quickly.
She laughed. "True, but old enough. And to continue my reparations, let's watch a movie tonight, your pick. We can even watch that French one you're so fond of, the one you kept sneaking up to your room when you were younger."
I stammered a reply, but she just laughed and continued. "Don't be embarrassed, I've seen it before, it's pretty steamy. And since you and I share laundry duty I know what you do all night. Don't worry about it. We all get ourselves off, right?"
"You do?" I asked.
"I do," she said simply. "Everyone does, unless they are lying about it. It's just easier for us girls to conceal the evidence, and whether or not we're aroused. You poor guys have to walk about with tent poles in your pants." She eyed my erection again and stretched.
"Well, now that we've set the ground rules, I'm heading out for a while. I'm cooking your favorite dinner tonight." She leaned forward to kiss me on top of the head. She left the room, and moments later I heard her pull out of the driveway.
I didn't wait to go upstairs. I had unzipped my jeans and freed my dick immediately. It was rock hard, pulsing, and dripping pre-cum. I ran my hand up and down the shaft slowly, using my own arousal as lubrication. My mind was buzzing, unable to focus, and I was halfway to an orgasm when I let go violently. I did not want to come, not yet. I want to build up, to really explode for her. I let my orgasm fade away and began again, stroking in earnest but stopping short of coming. I did this three more times, until I was in agony, and then got out of bed. I walked around the house naked and did some chores, my dick throbbing and dripping pre-cum everywhere. I was thankful for tile floors. When my dick finally shrank down I started to stroke it again, building myself up and stopping. Finally, after hours of getting close, I stopped altogether, and let everything subside and got dressed.
When Jen came home I was on edge. I felt a dull ache in my pants, half pleasurable, half uncomfortable. She still had her tiny shorts and tank top on, and she cooked me my favorite dinner, drinking white wine in the kitchen as she cooked. I sat with her, enjoying talking to her and enjoying the view. After dinner she pulled out the French movie I had snuck up to my room so many times. She grinned as put it on, draping her legs across me as she always did. I was a little jumpy, and my erection had me leaking more pre-cum than usual. The movie was about a young man discovering sex with his neighbor, and then her mother. It was very erotic, with enough full frontal to be enticing to a teenager. I still found it thrilling to watch.
"This is pretty steamy," she said lazily. She shifted a little, her leg moving up my thigh. I twitched, and rested my arm on her calf to keep her from accidentally bumping my erection. On screen, the young man was talking to his neighbor's mother, her flirtation obvious. In a few minutes she'd invite him inside, and then unbutton her blouse a few buttons when he isn't looking. The would end in a sex scene that usually got me off.
"I can't believe we even bought this movie," she said. "It's so raunchy."
"I don't mind it," I said. I knew there was a scene later in the movie where he gets a blowjob from the neighbor's mom, and I wondered if she remembered that scene. "Do you think it's weird?"
"The movie," she asked. "No, just a little silly."
"I meant the BJ," I said. "I mean, you're my stepmom."
"Ah," she said, adjusting her head to look at me. "I see what you mean. No, not really. If you can keep a secret, I've done worse. My sister and I borrowed our stepbrother's car when he came home from college one year. And we wrecked his car. It wasn't totaled, but he'd have to go back to college without it for a while. He was pretty mad but didn't let us know. I felt really bad. And so, after a night of drinking a little too much, I offered him a BJ to repay what we did to his car. I thought he'd say no, but he went for it, so I went down on him.
"What I didn't know is that my sister Charlotte had the same idea, but when she brought it up to him the next day, I guess I had given him so much confidence that he talked her into going all the way. So, while all I did was a BJ, she got taken from behind over the kitchen table. I guess I got off easier, so to speak." She laughed at her little joke, and then turned back to the movie as if what she had just told me was as mundane as a shopping list.
I had missed the first sex scene, but I didn't care. Hearing Jen tell me that story had my dick and heart throbbing. To know she had sucked her stepbrother, had broken some kind of societal norm, and had at least twice used sex as a tool, made me view her in a different light. Part of me—most of me actual—expected her to change her mind. I was, until that point—convinced that the blowjob was probably not happening. But now that uncertainty was gone, and I was nervous.
The movie continued, but Jen fell asleep, her legs draped on me still. The movie ended with the young man in bed with the neighbor, the mother spying through the door, her face inscrutable. I shifted her legs to move, and she partially woke, her eyes still closed.
"Movie over?" she muttered. "I'm sorry I fell asleep." She was half out of it.
"It's ok," I whispered. "Do you need help up to bed?"
She nodded, her eyes still closed. "She reached out lazily, and I tried to help her up. She got up and started to slip back down. "I'll just sleep here," she muttered, flopping onto the couch. "Good night."
She flopped heavily onto the couch, her tits jiggling under her shirt. Her legs were spread out, one hanging off the couch while the other was propped up by cushions. As I looked her over I could see up her shorts. The light blue cotton fabric of her underwear was soaking wet. I stared as long as I dared, and then headed to my room, my dick dripping precum down my leg.
Chapter 3
I slept in the next morning. I woke up with a raging erection but fought the temptation to deal with it. I lay there, my pants on the floor, feeling the cool fabric against my engorged member. I was in a state of constant arousal, leaking precum everywhere. I wondered if it would be better to jerk off, just to relieve the pressure. I also wondered if my long wait would make me last only a second or two in Jen's mouth. I picked up my phone to look up the effects of abstention on stamina, when I noticed I had several text messages from the night before. My alerts turn off in the evening, so I had missed them.
I unlocked my phone and opened the message app. I had several unread messages from an unknown number. The first read "Hi, it's Laura." The second read "I had a good time, and I was hoping you were up for some for fun." My dick twitched, and I felt even more pre-cum run down the shaft. The third message said "If you need a little incentive..." and was followed by a picture. It was of Laura, her shirt pulled down and her tits out. They were massive, inviting. The final message was also a picture. She was nude, turned to the side, showing me the side of her breasts as well as her curvy hips and round ass.
I texted back "Definitely." Then, thinking a bit, I added, "You look amazing."
She must have been on her phone, because seconds later she replied. "Thank you! I thought you'd like them...Are you free soon?" There was a pause as she sent her next message, which was a picture of her lying in bed, topless, and a text that read, "I feel like skipping work."
"Good morning," I head from the door. I dropped my phone, adjusting the sheet over my dick. Jen stood in the door frame, looking at me. "Did I interrupt anything?"
"No," I said, "Just waking up."
"I see," she said. She was dressed for work. I fidgeted, trying to hide my erection. She walked into the room and sat on the bed. "Any plans today?"
"No," I said, shaking my head. I realized my sheets had wet spots from all of the pre-cum, but I tried not to draw attention to them.
"Good. Tonight, let's watch a different movie. My pick, okay?" She leaned forward to kiss me on top of the head. Her shirt opened, showing me her cleavage. She noticed my eyes, and I turned red. "Sneaking a peak, huh? She was still leaning forward and raised her head and lowered her torso, showing even more of her cleavage. As she did, she right arm bumped against my rigid member.
I stammered an apology but she just laughed sweetly. "I know how they work, Steven. You can't hide that thing under a thin sheet." She paused, bumping it again with her arm. Then she sat up, biting her lip. She had a mischievous look on her face. She got up and then sat down softly on my lap. Her ass pressed against my dick, pinning it against my stomach.
"The first time I sat on someone's hard on," she said sweetly, "I was surprised, but I pretended not to notice." She ground against me subtly, grinning. She wore leggings, so there was minimal fabric between us. Her flowery top cascaded over her hips. I was trapped as she sat right on my dick, her ass gently rubbing against me. "It's amazing that something so soft can get so hard," she mused. She kept barely moving, her ass pressed against me.
I couldn't take it anymore. Days of not touching myself, days of sexual frustration and anticipation erupted from deep inside me. I came, my dick pulsing violently against her ass. My dick kept pulsing, flooding the sheet around me, soaking through it. Jen took it all in stride, as if this were completely normal. She remained still as the aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through me, and then stood up. There was a massive wet spot on her black leggings. She looked them over, and then at the mess on the sheets.
"I'm going to change, then I'm going to work," she said. She kissed me on the cheek, lingering as I looked down her shirt. "See ya, Steven," she said sweetly.
She gave me a grin and left the room. I lay there for a bit, and then picked up my phone and sent Laura a text message. "Are you free in an hour?"
After Jen left I showered and headed over to Laura's house. She greeted me in a white t-shirt and faded jeans. The jeans were low-rise, and her shirt was cropped so a bit of her midriff was showing. Her wide hips swayed as she led me into the house.
"I'm glad you wrote me back," she said, looking over her shoulder. Despite having come a massive amount an hour beforehand, I was hard just looking at her. I knew that she talked to Jen, but I didn't know if she knew that I knew about it. That convoluted logic had me thinking as I got ready to see her. I wondered just how badly Laura wanted to get laid. I figured pretty badly, so I pressed my luck. I stepped close to her, putting my hands around her waist. She stopped walking, and I pulled her close to me. I pressed against her from behind, sliding my hands under her shirt. I lifted her shirt off in one motion, tossing it over my shoulder as I turned her around. She had nothing underneath, and her impressive tits were heaving with each breath.
I hooked two fingers into the waistband of her jeans and pulled her close. This action was so familiar, so forward, and she responded in kind. She pressed against me as I unzipped her jeans. She had nothing on underneath them as well, and my hand slid over her bushy pubic hair—already damp—and over her wet labia.
"What do you want to do?" she whispered in my ear. "I'm yours."
"I have some ideas," I said, unzipping my jeans. Without hesitation she dropped to her knees and pulled my dick out. She immediately took it into her mouth, moaning as it slid into her mouth. I held her hair gently, guiding her as she sucked my dick. Her tits swayed as she moved back and forth, her hands on my ass as she took me deep into her mouth. I stepped back, enjoying the view as she sucked me on her knees. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and held it up. She nodded, leaning back on her hands as I snapped a few pictures of her like that. Then I kicked off my jeans and pulled off my shirt. I helped her up, and then surprised her again by scooping her up into my arms. She laughed as I held her, her tits pressed against me.
"Bedroom's upstairs," she said, her voice almost inaudible. I carried her upstairs to the bedroom, setting her gently on the bed. She spread her legs, her chest heaving in anticipation. She was dripping wet, and I wanted to taste her. I knelt between her legs and then went down, my tongue gliding over her labia.
Oh fuck, yes," she cried out as my tongue encircled her clit. She clamped down on me with her thighs. I licked her clit with focused intensity, while I gently probed her pussy with two fingers. I slid into her, feeling the upper wall of her pussy until I heard her moan out loud. I concentrated my fingers' efforts there while licking her furiously, and soon I felt the walls of her pussy pulse hard around my fingers. She cried out, clamping harder with her thighs, bucking her hips. I held on through her orgasm, enjoying the feeling of her losing control. I kept licking, thrusting with my fingers, and she came again, moaning my name as her whole body shook.
"Stop," she cried, and I sat up. My face dripped with her wetness. "I want you inside me right now," she said. I knelt between her and guided my swollen member into her. I slid in effortlessly. She was so wet I could hear myself penetrate her. She gasped once I had entered her completely. I leaned back and started to thrust into her. Her tits shook as our bodies slapped together. She made a whimpering sound, and I leaned forward, bracing myself with my arms as I collapsed against her. I ground right against her clit, my mouth searching over her tits, gently biting her nipple as I buried my face in her soft flesh.
The clit grinding did the trick, and she came. She wrapped her legs around me as I thrust against her, feeling her pussy grip my dick as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She cried out, whimpering and moaning as I kept thrusting into her. I was getting close and I wanted to enjoy myself longer, so when her climax ended I pulled out of her. She was breathing hard, and I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over. She raised her ass in the air, parting her legs slightly. Her pussy was dripping strands of wetness. My dick was covered in her wetness, and as I got behind her to guide myself back in even more came out of her.
"Fuck me hard," she said, her voice hoarse. I obliged, thrusting into her, making her ample ass jiggle as I slapped against her. I reached forward and grabbed her hair, holding it in my right hand as my left hand held her ass. She arched her back as I fucked her hard, her pussy tightening as she came yet again. She moaned louder, calling my name, and I lost it. I knew I was about to come, and I thrust deep into her and erupted. She fell forward and I popped out of her pussy, still shooting cum. Thick ropes of it flew up her back and splattered her ass. She laughed as I kept coming, coating her with it. Despite having come an enormous load earlier, it seemed I had a lot left in me.
I fell down next to her, my dick pressed against her thigh. We were a sticky mess, glistening with sweat and breathing hard. She rolled onto her side to face me. Her thighs were wet from her pussy, and her messy hair was just about the hottest thing I'd ever seen.
"Mmmm, thank you," she said lazily, running a hand over her left breast. I rolled onto my back as she got out of bed, walking to the mirror and pulling her hair up in a bun. I watched the cum drip down her back and off her ass as she spoke. "Listen, Steven, this is fun, right? I want to be honest with you, to let you know that this is really great, but I'd like to keep it like this. Just sex."
I nodded, my chest heaving. She walked over to me and sat on the edge of the bed. Her pussy was still leaking, leaving a mess everywhere.
"Good," she said. "Because this, this is pretty amazing." She gestured at the two of us. "Can I see you again soon?"
"Yes," I said, sitting up. I was spent, a complete mess, and oddly enough, hungry.
"I'll text you," she said, kissing me once. "I've got to get to work," she sighed. "And I've got to seriously clean up."
When I got home I ate voraciously and then took a long shower. I was glad that Laura wanted to keep things completely physical, because I didn't know how I'd be able to date a forty-year-old woman anyway. I was happy to provide what she needed, because most men of any age would give anything for one chance with her. While I showered she had sent me a photo of herself fresh from the shower, with the caption "I'm still dripping wet." I knew what she meant. My dick roared back to life as my mind replayed our morning together.
When Jen came home from work I had been walking around with an erection for hours. It had ebbed and returned throughout the day, and when she changed from her work clothes it was back to full attention. She had a pleated skirt and a tank top on, her long legs catching my attention. Her sandy hair fell in front of her eyes, and each time she flipped it away I felt an emotion I could not describe. It was more than lust, and certainly not guilt.
We talked about our day, and then she took me out to dinner. It was an open-air restaurant that overlooked a lake, a quiet place where we sat in a corner table in relative isolation.
"So, about this morning," she said. "I hope that was okay. You're not upset, right?"
"Um, no," I said. "Of course not. I was surprised, sure, but not mad. I mean, it's been a weird week, right? You send your friend over to get some, without telling me. Then you say you'll go down to repay me, and then today you sit on it and I come. I mean, you've got to take these things in stride."
She laughed, "I'm glad, because it has been a weird week. When I set it up with Laura, I worried if I was doing the wrong thing. And then, well, let's just say it's taken a lot to get to where we are. Besides, you looked like you were going to explode for days. I wanted your blowjob to last more than ten seconds.
"Once I blew a boyfriend after he had been gone for a week. I don't think I even got it past my lips when he came. Which was fine and all, but if your stepmom's going to suck your dick, I think it should last a little while, so I can really make amends for not talking to you about Laura first."
We ate and made small talk, the whole time that indescribable feeling coming and going. When we got home she made a bowl of popcorn and put on a movie. It was also French, one I had never seen before. She sat sideways next to me, throwing her legs over me. Her skirt was already short, and it rode up a bit as she got comfortable, so her bare thighs almost up to her ass were visible. The movie was subtitled and opened with a young man sitting on the beach, naked. He was probably in his early twenties but was playing a few years younger. He was reading, his eyes occasionally scanning the horizon.
The scene cut to the water, where a woman was emerging from the surf. She was nude, a curvy brunette with massive tits and wide hips. The camera closed in on the water dripping off her tits and bushy pubic hair. These French, they know how to make a movie, I thought to myself. Jen shifted a little, one leg sliding toward my knees and one sliding closer to the erection that strained against my jeans. The movie shifted cameras back to the young man, whose dick was now erect as he looked at the woman approaching him. The dialog started, and I almost jumped in my seat.
It was his stepmother.
They spoke as the woman on screen sat next to him on the towel, seemingly oblivious to his erection. The scene shifted to the evening, where the woman was in the bathroom, showering, and he was watching her through a crack in the door. Jen's leg bumped my erection accidentally, and I put my hand on her knee to stop her. My eyes roamed over her legs, and her tits which were almost vacuum sealed in her tight tank top.
"Interesting movie choice," I said.
"Hmm," she replied absentmindedly. "Oh, yeah. I saw this years ago. I thought you might like it, since you have a thing for French movies." She emphasized the word French and slightly adjusted her legs on mine. My hand moved up her thigh involuntarily.
We watched the movie in silence. The popcorn sat on the coffee table, untouched. The movie plot was straightforward. Stepmom and stepson on holiday. Lots of nudity because its French. He keeps making overtures at her, and she ignores them, but secretly she is attracted. The movie's climax—so to speak—was when the stepmom enters his room. She had a thin robe on, and dropped onto the floor with a flourish. Then she takes off his pants, and there was a simulated sex scene between them. The scene ended and Jen paused the movie. She sat up, pulling her legs off of me. I was about to ask her what was up when she turned to face me, and put her hands on my zipper.
She grinned and unzipped my jeans. Wordlessly she reached in and freed my dick. It sprang out, ready and dripping. She then got on her knees on the couch and leaned forward. Her tits rested against my thigh and her ass was in the air as she kissed the shaft of my dick. Her wet lips pressed against my dick, and she ran her tongue along its length. I leaned back as she took me into her mouth as far as she could, and then released me altogether. She sat up on her knees, grinning. Her lips glistened.
"Take off your pants," she said quietly. I slid them off, kicking them onto the floor. She bent over and resumed, taking me in her hand and working the shaft with a gentle grip as she bobbed up and down. Her tits kept rubbing against me, her tank top showing a great deal of cleavage. Her pleated skirt shifted, sliding up her back and revealing black cotton underwear. My hand ran over her short hair as she sucked my dick slowly, pausing every so often to give it a few good strokes. I ran my hand up her back and over the top of her ass. As I did, she let go of my dick and took it even further into her mouth. She paused as I reached the back of her mouth, focusing her movements there.
She moaned softly as she continued to suck me, twisting her hand around my shaft as she bobbed up and down. I gripped her ass harder, knowing that I was getting closer to coming. She took me out of her mouth, gripping my shaft hard, and slid her lips over the length of my dick. I came, spurting a thick rope of cum high in the air. In landed in her hair, and as the second burst of cum issued out of me she opened her mouth and took me back in as that second rope hit her cheek. She swallowed as I kept coming, my dick pulsing in her mouth.
"Oh my god," I said, sinking hard into the couch as I kept pumping cum into her mouth. She swallowed all of it, and then lay her cum-splattered cheek on my thigh and curled up in a ball next to me. She reached for the remote, wordlessly, and started the movie again. The simulated sex scene continued, until they panned away, and I saw that the young actor had indeed penetrated the actress. They continued to actually fuck on screen for a minute, and then he grunted and came inside her. The scene faded to black.
The rest of the movie was about their sadness at vacation's end and a return to the regular world. There were hints that things would continue as the final scene faded to black. The credits scrolled past and Jen flopped onto her back, her tits jiggling in her shirt. She was still laying on my thigh, dried cum on her cheek and in her hair. She was inches from my flaccid dick, which still dribbled a little bit of semen onto my thigh and, now, into her hair.
"Even?" she said mischievously.
I nodded, and she grinned. "I can't describe how amazing that was. Thank you."
"You're welcome," she beamed. She was upside down from my perspective, and her blue eyes were brilliant and alive. That odd feeling returned, even in my sexually satisfied state. "After Laura, I wanted to make it up to you, but I didn't know how until you had the best idea of all time."
"Thanks," I said, laughing. "But, listen, I need to tell you something. Laura sent me some texts, and wanted to get together, you know. For some casual sex."
"I know," Jen said with a grin. "She asked me, first. I figured you could make up your own mind about it."
"But you still went through with it?" I said.
"Of course I did. I said I would, didn't I? Besides, it wasn't torture, you know. I happen to like doing that."
"And you're cool with my visiting Laura?" I said.
"I don't' know," she said, frowning and biting her lip. She rolled onto her stomach, her legs in the air. Her eyes were inches from my dick, which was starting to harden slightly. "Do I have to keep sucking you?"
"I hadn't thought about it," I said. "No, I guess you don't."
"How about I suck you anyway," she said, taking my turgid member in her hand. "Since my friend is calling you up to get laid. I feel responsible for putting you in this situation."
"If it eases your conscience," I said, and she engulfed my dick in her mouth. Within a minute I was fully erect, my hand on her ass under her skirt as she bobbed on my dick again. She raised her ass in the air, darting a hand between her legs. The skirt hid her hand but she rubbed furiously as she sucked my dick a second time. I took my other hand and gently held her short hair, guiding her up and down on my dick. I thrust my hips upward, fucking her mouth as she moaned. She came, her body shaking as my dick popped out of her mouth. It rested against her face as she cried out from her climax. She took me back into her mouth, rubbing herself even harder.
Jen came again, and again, until I lost count. She stopped rubbing and gripped me with both hands, stroking me until I gasped loudly. I came, and this time several shots hit her face and hair before she could get me back into her mouth. I was exhausted, my entire body spent, and as I pulsed cum onto her mouth most of it leaked back out. She, too, was tired. When I stopped coming she gently pushed me back on the couch, and then lay next to me. My dick, sticky with cum, rested against her bare thigh. She took my arm and put it around her waist, nestling tight against me. We slowly drifted into sleep, our bodies plastered together, or breathing shallow and slow.