Little Jimmie!"
Twenty year old James Middleton ignored his stepmother's call. He had one more kill to make on his X-box game and he could advance to the next level.
"James Middleton! I know you can hear me!"
James groaned loudly, put down his controller and stood. He knew when his stepmother called him by his first and last name she meant business. He left his room and walked slowly toward the kitchen.
"Yes, Mai?"
Her voice softened. "It's been ten years since your father and I married. And you still won't call me 'Mom'. Why?"
James glared at the small oriental woman standing in front of him, her hands on her hips. His father was a career military man. He'd been on an assignment in Japan when he'd met Mai, married her and brought her home. James had never liked her and he voiced his displeasure every chance he got.
"'Cause you're not my mother and you never will be. Now tell me what you want so I can get back to what I was doing!"
"Don't strike that attitude with me Little Jimmie. Your father will hear about this."
James Middleton sneered. "Number one," he began, "My father is in Turkey. Won't be home until late next year. So, I don't give a damn. Number two; you know I hate to be called 'Little Jimmie.' In case you haven't noticed, I ain't so little anymore."
Mai Middleton took a deep breath to calm herself. She blushed inwardly. "If he only knew how I wish I could find out how "not so little" he was," she thought to herself.
Mai's thoughts about her stepson had turned her brain to mush. One look at his shirtless chiseled upper torso and she was a goner. She couldn't remember what it was she wanted him to do!
"Don't just stand there," James said, his voice raised and noticeably irritated. "I've got things to do. I don't have that much of my summer vacation left. I'll be heading back to school soon. I can't be wasting it all waiting for you to get your head out of your ass. What do you want?"
Mai shook her head in a useless effort to clear her mind of its clutter of forbidden thoughts. Her only salvation was to get him out of the kitchen and out of her sight. "Uh," she said with an echoing stutter as she glanced about the room. "Never mind. I'll do it myself."
Exasperated almost beyond measure, James hunched his shoulders and leaned forward putting his face mere inches from hers. "You're useless," he told her. "Always have been. Always will be." He turned and went back to his room.
Later that day James entered the kitchen and took in the sight of his stepmother standing atop a custom made stool, reaching into the upper cabinet. As he walked behind her on his way to the refrigerator, he looked up.
As she stretched her five foot, one inch frame to its limit, Mai's already too tight shorts had clung to her as if they had been glued on. Every inch of her vaginal area was outlined in the prettiest shade of blue her stepson had ever seen.
James didn't want to admit it; especially not to himself. But he found himself think something other than hateful thoughts about Mai. With a stir in his groin, he continued to stare at her crotch. What had begun as a small, almost imperceptible twitching of his cock developed quickly into a full-fledged hard on when he noticed a single, black pubic hair sticking out from the leg band of her shorts clinging to the inside of her right thigh.
James stood mesmerized, his cock stretched to its limit, wishing that Mai could stay in that position forever. Just as he reached down to tug his hardened tube of flesh into a more comfortable position; the magic spell that had claimed him was broken by a startled cry from his stepmother. She had slipped and was falling.
James reacted quickly. He grabbed his stepmother by her hips and pulled her to him. Her ass bumped against his raging hard on, causing it to lurch involuntarily against her hard body.
Mai felt his cock as it moved against her hips. "Control yourself," she thought. "It's not like he's doing it on purpose." She wiggled out of his grip and felt the hardness of his penis against her back as she slithered to the floor.
Mai's face felt like it was on fire as she turned and gasped. His throbbing cock seemed to get harder as her stomach pressed against it.
Just then, the phone rang, breaking their lust filled reverie. Mai answered it and turned towards her stepson. It's for you," she said as the thrust the receiver into his hand.
"Uh, hello?" James said. He talked for a few minutes, said, "Goodbye" and hung up the phone.
Mai looked on questioningly. "It's Liz," he said nonchalantly. "She got off work early and wants me to take her to the movie." He left the kitchen almost in a trot.
A slight smile creased Mai's face. "What's your hurry?" she inquired.
"Movie starts in forty-five minutes," he shouted over his shoulder.
***
Mai breathed a sigh of relief when she heard James start his car and drive off. "So glad," she murmured aloud. "So glad he didn't try anything. I might not have been able to resist. Maybe he didn't even notice anything at all."
But James had noticed. That's all he thought about on his way to pick up Liz. Something had passed between the two of them when he had managed to keep his stepmother from falling. Something palpable. Something so real and oh, so new. He knew nothing would ever again be the same between him and his stepmother.
James rang the doorbell at the Dickerson's place and waited patiently for someone to come to the door. His second and third efforts went unanswered. Just as he was about to give up, the door opened and Liz stepped outside, her face ashen and grey. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Oh, James!" she sobbed.
James rubbed the back of her head. "There, there," he said. "What's got you so upset?"
Liz's sobbing eased and she haltingly told him why she was crying. "It's Daddy," she told him. "Right after we ended our call, he had a major heart attack. The ambulance is taking him to the hospital. Mom and I are going to follow along in a minute or two."
"Want me to go with you?"
Liz shook her head. "Might as well go back home. Mom and I will be fine." She paused to get her breath. "I'll call you when we know anything."
James kissed her lightly on her forehead. He turned and went back to his car. For the first time in his young life, he found himself looking forward to spending some time with his stepmother.
***
The lustful thoughts that the closeness of their two bodies had generated in Mai would not go away. "Take a cold shower," she told herself. "Maybe that will help."
After she'd finished undressing, Maria looked herself over in the full length mirror that hung from the bedroom door. She squeezed and then lifted her breasts; near perfect little orbs of flesh that amazed her to no end.
"Almost forty years old," she told herself. "And still as perky as they were when I was eighteen. Then Mai giggled. "Not much there to sag in the first place," she thought.
Mai flicked her right nipple and groaned. What would her husband, Frank, think about her lustful behavior?
Mai knew Frank was a good man. Always provided for her and James. They wanted for nothing. But, he did not have much imagination when it came to sex. It was the missionary position with him and only the missionary position. Just climb on, pump a few times, spend his load and climb off. That was Frank to a tee.
Mai had often wished she could persuade Frank to try other positions. "But, no," she thought. "He refused to even consider any of my suggestions when it came to my sexual needs."
Mai made her way into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She shivered mightily when the first jets of cool water hit her feverish skin and for a moment, the sinful thoughts about her stepson had vanished. But then they returned with a vengeance.
As Mai ran her soap filled sponge over her breasts, her nipples came back to life, harder than she'd known them to be in a long, long time. She felt an uncontrollable stirring deep inside, thrilling her yet, frightening her at the same time. Thoughts of her stepson doing unmentionable things to her body left her weak and panting.
"I wish James were here right now," Mai thought as she absentmindedly tweaked her nipples. Guilt and desire spread throughout her body. She guided the sponge slowly downward, applying the soap to her stomach and sides in small, deliberate circles.
Mai knew she loved her husband but, she also knew that when it came to their bedroom activities, Frank was most often as selfish as that Scrooge character in that Christmas story
"I bet I could get James to do things that Frank would never think about doing."
Mai dropped the sponge just as she was making her first pass over her mound. Her fingers slithered through her dense forest of pubic hair, searching for her clit. The second she found her swollen bud, she knew there was no turning back. Her need for a mind bending climax took control of her soul.
She captured her hood covered clit between the fingertips of her right hand and squeezed slightly. Hesitantly, she pushed them downward, squeezed a bit harder and then relaxed the pressure on her hard bud of desire before sliding them back up.
Mai paused and for a brief second to ponder the rightness and the sinfulness of the act she was in the process of committing. Then, as if her hand had a mind of its own, her fingers made that same trip down and then back up the hard ridge beneath that fleshy hood.
Mai's fingers were now moving at a slow but constant motion; down, squeeze, relax, and then back up. The pacing of her ministrations began to pick up a bit of speed.
"Oh, god!" Mai cried loudly when the first sign of deep desire struck her like a lightning bolt from the sky. Her body twitched and shook uncontrollably, causing her to fall to her knees.
Mai, nearly out of her mind with lust, remained in that position, impervious to the coolness of the water that cascaded off her face and down her body, streaming over her hand and nether regions and onto the shower floor.
Gasping from the sexual feelings that had erupted within her, she inserted two fingers from her left hand into her convulsing vagina.
Sexual release came quickly. Mai screamed loudly as a tsunami of almost unbearable pleasure wracked her body. But, Mai wasn't finished. That first orgasm had done absolutely nothing to quench the sexual fire that burned within her.
Pausing only long enough to take a couple of deep breaths, Mai's hands and fingers became a blur as one hand tortured her clit mercilessly and the other did it's best to pound her pussy into submission.
"G-g-god d-d-damn," she stuttered as her second orgasm hit her. Almost immediately afterwards, she could feel another one beginning.
"Oh," she grunted, her voice low and guttural.
"Fuck me," Mai growled. "Fuck me."
"Fuck me, James! Fuck my pussy! Don't stop! Give it to me, dammit! I need your cock!"
Mai's depraved mind continued its fantasizing about her stepson and all the things she wanted him to do to her.
The one thing Mai wanted most was to have her pussy licked. In her feverish mind, she imagined herself lying on her bed with her stepson's head between her legs, his tongue and lips torturing her clit mercilessly.
Again, her voice started low, increasing in volume until, once again, she was screaming like she had never screamed before.
"Yes, Little Jimmie," Mai whispered. "Oh, yes!"
"Right there," she said, her voice a bit higher and louder. "Lick my clit, James." Now, she was shouting. "Suck it! Do it! Make me cum!"
"Aieee!" Mai yelled at the top of her voice as her next orgasm hit her. "Fuck meeeee!"
***
James parked his car in the driveway and walked to the front door, keys in hand. He could hear his stepmother screaming, but was unable to understand what she was saying. Sure that someone had broken into the house and was doing something horrible to her, he pushed the key into the lock and shoved the door open, ready for a physical confrontation. He was not prepared for what he heard as he closed the door and ran down the hallway towards the sound of Mai's voice.
James stopped in mid stride when he heard his stepmother asking him to fuck her. He shook his head a couple of times, still unsure if what he was hearing was real or not. When he heard her screaming for her clit to be licked and sucked, he was sure of one thing. He would gladly oblige her if he were given the opportunity.
"Son-of-a-bitch!" James thought. "What brought this on?"
Slowly and stealthily, he made his way down the hallway towards the bathroom. The door was wide open! He could see Mai's silhouette through the steam covered glass of the shower door.
James hesitated before entering the bathroom. He wanted to take off his clothes and join his stepmother while she was still taken over by her unholy lust. But, what if he was wrong? Would she scream? He would be in a lot of trouble if she complained to his father. He'd have to leave town. "Hell," he thought. "I'd have to leave this planet."
James' hardening cock answered his question. He would just have to accept the consequences of his actions. Hurriedly, he took off his clothes. His boxers came off last. Free of restraint, his man tool sprang up to a forty-five degree angle. It was red and angry looking and twitched constantly. He opened the shower door and stepped inside, closing it after him.
Mai looked up at her stepson when she heard the shower door opening. "What the hell is he doing in here?" she asked herself.
"Get out of here!" Mai screamed. Instead of backing up, James stepped forward until his cock was only inches away from her open mouth.
She screamed again. "Get out!" she shouted as she reached for her stepson's cock. James was not listening to her. In a flash, she figured out why. Her mouth was open but, no sound was coming out. All the shouting was happening inside her brain.
Even as she told herself that all of this was wrong, she grabbed the shaft of James' cock and, leaning forward just a bit, wrapped her lips around the head.
Mai's small oriental hand, barely completing the circle around his pulsing shaft, was excruciatingly slow as it moved up and down her stepson's cock. Her lips were teasing the crown with their constant rubbing. Her tongue moved in a counter clockwise direction around the tip, occasionally stopping to lap up the copious amount of pre cum exiting from his urethra.
James, his excitement quickly building to a fever pitch, pushed his cock deep into the recesses of his stepmother's mouth.
Mai, her lips and her hand still moving on his steel like rod, felt the entrance to her throat being stretched wider than she would have thought it could be stretched, happily accepted the invasion. She held her breath for several seconds before she began to gag.
"Easy," Mai gasped when James pulled completely out of her mouth and readied himself for his next thrust.
James, feeling the rush of an impending orgasm, barely able to understand her, stopped moving. Mai, now able to breathe again, told him, "Just don't go so deep this time, Little Jimmie."
For the first time in his life, James Francis Middleton did not mind being called "Little Jimmie." He was too happy to be in the shower with his father's wife, his stepmother, getting the blow job that he was sure he'd never forget. Even if he lived to be a hundred.
"Hmmmm," Mai mumbled as the head of her stepson's cock slipped past her passionate lips and over her tongue. Several thrusts later, she felt his spear swell slightly, signaling his imminent eruption. Her head was moving rapidly now, bobbing up and down his steel rod.
"Oh, fuck!" James exclaimed when he felt the rumbling in his sperm filled nut sack. He grabbed the back of Mai's head and held it still as he pumped in and out of her mouth.
Suddenly, his cock jerked and the first spurt of his viscous fluids hit the back of her throat. Mai jammed her face down his shaft until she felt his pubic hairs tickling her nose. The head of his spouting member entered her throat once again, spurting load after load down her trachea.
Mai accepted it all with an eagerness she couldn't explain. Only when his spurts became infrequent dribbles did she pull away.
"Oh, my god!" James exclaimed as Mai stuck out her tongue and licked a long strand of semen from the tip of his cock. "That was incredible!"
Mai smiled coyly and rose to her feet and turned off the water. "Let's get dried off," she said "and finish this off in my bedroom."
James gulped. "F-f-finish it off?"
Mai said nothing and continued to smile as she opened the shower door and stepped out into the bathroom. She grabbed a towel and tossed it to her stepson, grabbed another one and began to hurriedly pat herself dry. She dropped her towel into the hamper. She stopped at the bathroom door and turned back to look at him. Still not speaking, she went across the hall to her bedroom.
Dumbfounded, James was slow to react while, in his mind, his thoughts were flowing like water through a broken dam. "Did she say what I think she said?" he asked himself. When he realized that he was not dreaming, his cock sprang to life once again.
Mai lay on her bed waiting and wondering if James would ever show. Her question was answered a few seconds later when she heard the squeaking of her bedroom door as it opened wide.
At first, she was amazed that her stepson's cock was hard so quickly after she had drained his balls of their massive load. Then she reminded herself that this was not old "one and done," as she often described her husband to her friends. This was a vibrant twenty year old young man who was about to get the fucking of his life. Mai extended her arm, crooked her finger and motioned for James to come to her.
James moved eagerly toward the bed. He lay on his side beside his stepmother and hesitantly touched her nipple with the palm of his hand, pulling back immediately as if he'd accidently stuck it into an open flame.
"It's okay, James," Mai whispered. "You can touch all you want." She took his hand in hers and placed it back on her small, but firm breast.
James, still unsure of what he should do, let it lay against her skin for several seconds before moving into action. He broke contact only long enough to grab her by her shoulder and turn her to where they were facing each other.
James once again captured her right breast in his hand and scooted forward until his lips made contact with Mai's left nipple. He opened his mouth just wide enough to let the hard, rubber like protuberance slide between his lips.
For a little while, James suckled at his stepmother's breast as if he were a baby while he rolled the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Mai Middleton's breath caught in her throat when her stepson's tongue first made contact with her nipple. She put her hand on the back of his head and pulled him even closer, nearly smothering him in the process.
James breathed deeply through his nose as his tongue continued to lap at her breast. His lips, in constant motion, sucked in as much of the dark brown skin of her nipple and areola as possible. Meanwhile his right hand began to move downward; across her stomach toward her mound.
His fingers burrowed skillfully through the dense black forest of pubic hair until they found her hooded clit. James was mildly surprised to find it already extended and so eager for his touch.
Mai groaned loudly as her stepson carefully rubbed her hot button of joy with the tip of his finger. "Oh, oh, ohhhhh!" she cried in a squeaky voice.
Mai rolled onto her back, her body heaving and her stomach lurching. James, mildly disappointed, had somehow managed to maintain contact with his stepmother's clit. Now on his knees beside her, he stroked it lightly from side to side as he moved his finger up and down her man in the boat.
James lowered his head and licked her left nipple tenderly, making long swipes with his tongue across the tip.
Mai's passion grew with each flick of his tongue. She began to call out his name with a raspy voice that became deeper and louder with each breath she took.
"James. James. James," she said over and over again.
James moved to the other nipple and, after a few minutes of suckling and licking, he began to kiss his way down her stomach.
Mai began to shiver uncontrollably when she felt James's tongue probing her navel. "Oh, yes, baby," she whispered. "You're making me feel so good." She moaned an unintelligible response when he moved his oral attention a bit lower and then over her hairy mound. James's stepmother trembled with anticipation when she realized where he was headed.
This was nearly new territory for Mai. Before she met Frank, she'd had a boyfriend who delighted in making her cum with his tongue on her clit. In all their years together, her husband's face had never been below her breasts. "It's going to happen tonight," she reassured herself. "It is gonna happen tonight.
Mai felt her stepson's hot breath on her clit a split second before he kissed it and then sucked it into his mouth. She voiced her desires loudly as James massaged her bud of desire with his lips.
"Suck it, Little Jimmie! Make me cum, James. Make me cum!"
Still grinding his lips against his stepmother's shiny pink button, he teased her clit lightly but, deliberately, with the tip of his tongue.
Mai squeezed her hips together and lifted them off the bed as she pushed her hairy mound upwards. She held the back of her stepson's head as she worked her way toward another orgasm.
She moaned loudly when James pushed the first two fingers of his right hand deep into the recesses of her furry furnace and began sawing them in and out of her glory hole at an agonizingly slow pace.
"Faster!" Mai cried. "Harder!"
The faster James's fingers plowed in and out of Mai's vagina the more ragged her breathing became. Soon, she was panting like she's just finish running a marathon.
"Oh, goddamn!" she cried as she gave herself over to the inevitable, her entire body becoming a mass of spasming muscles. She twisted and turned in every possible direction as her orgasm hit her with the force of a volcanic eruption. Her arms fell to her sides as the sweet agony of sexual stimulation continued. One orgasm after another rendered her as helpless as a new born kitten. Mai's utterances were unintelligible as she screamed like a mad woman.
James paused to spit out a pubic hair that lay on his tongue. He lowered his face to continue his oral ministrations but Mai, sufficiently recovered so that the reality of the situation began to sink in, put her hand on her stepson's forehead and gently pushed it away from her sex.
"Not now," she implored him. "I'm too sensitive down there."
James, still eager to continue this forbidden tryst, acquiesced and extricated himself from between his stepmother's thighs and lay on his back beside her.
Mai quickly snuggled up to James and laid her head on his shoulder. "It's been a long time," she said as she looked him in the eye.
"Long time for what?" he asked.
"It's been close to fifteen years since I've had someone's face where yours just came from."
"No shit?" James said just above a whisper. "You mean my father never...?" He kissed her on her forehead.
Mai laughed softly. "He thinks it's nasty and dirty."
James pulled her in closer and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Well, you won't have that problem anymore; not if I'm around."
Mai sighed contentedly. Her eyelids fluttered as she thought of all the things she and her stepson could do; not yet worried about the consequences if her husband found out his wife and his son were sleeping together. Seconds later, James joined his stepmother in slumber; similar thoughts racing through his brain.
***
James woke up a few hours later to a sensation he hadn't felt in months; something warm and wet sliding up and down his ever hardening pole. He lay there in silence, not wanting to open his eyes lest it all turn out to be a dream. He finally opened them and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his cock disappearing into his stepmother's mouth.
Mai looked up at him, her face clearly showing the joy and pleasure to be able to have the kind of sex she wanted to have. For once in her life, she didn't have to let someone else make all the choices.
James shivered as his nut sack convulsed, signaling the imminent release of his potent seed.
When Mai felt the slight swelling of her stepson's cock, she let it slip out of her mouth.
"What'd you stop for?" James panted. "I was about to cum."
Mai smiled as she slid off the bed. "Because,
she said, "I want that thing somewhere else before daylight." She reached over and lightly patted his softening rod. "And because we missed supper. If you're anywhere near as hungry as I am, you're willing to eat most anything."
"I know something I'd like to eat right now," James told her. He reached for her but she twisted away. Then she wagged her finger at him.
"But you'll starve to death on a diet like that," she said.
"What a way to die."
Mai grabbed her stepson by the arm and helped him to his feet. "Come on," she chided. "You've got to keep your strength up if you want to fuck me all day and all night."
James gulped. "All day and all night?" he asked himself. "What the hell does she have in mind?"
James followed his still naked stepmother into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door and pulled out the nearly empty milk container. He then went to the cupboard, pulled down a glass and filled it with milk. He returned the milk container to the refrigerator, closed the door and sat down at the kitchen table.
Mai donned an apron and retrieved a package of bacon and a carton of eggs from the refrigerator.
"What's the apron for?" James asked. "You looked great without it."
A hearty chuckle rolled out of her mouth and over her lips. "And after the grease splatters on me and raises a bunch of ugly blisters, how will I look to you then?"
James laughed along with his stepmother. "I get your point," he told her.
Mai turned toward the stove and busied herself with cooking breakfast for the two of them. James's cock, having lost most of its stiffness, quickly sprang back to life as he watched the gentle swaying of her hips as she moved about in front of the stove.
James finished his milk and put the glass in the sink. He moved behind his stepmother and lined her ass crack with his pleasure tool. Startled, Mai barely succeeded in keeping the pan on the burner.
"James!" she exclaimed. "You almost made me spill this hot grease all over everything!"
James rubbed his fleshy rod along her ass crack. He reached around her and fondled her breasts. Mai turned the stove off and turned to face her stepson. "You are one horny little devil, aren't you?"
"Can't help it, Mai. You make me that way." James picked her up, turned around and placed her on the table. He leaned in and kissed her.
Mai, though a bit perturbed at not being able to finish her cooking, was more than ready to return the kiss. When she felt his tongue brush her lips she eagerly accepted his offering. As if joined at the mouth, they had no choice but to breathe through their noses.
Inside their mouths a battle of supremacy was being waged; tongues being the only weapons. One tongue curled around the other, retreated and waited impatiently for the other to push forward.
Passions ran high as they passionately groped and caressed each other. In her sexual delirium, Mai barely noticed that her stepson had picked her up and was carrying her toward the bedroom. She moaned lightly when their lips parted. Neither one of them remembered who had taken off her apron.
James gently laid Mai on top of the wrinkled sheets and climbed on the bed beside her. Her legs voluntarily opened as he knelt between them. He placed a series of light kisses on her forehead, her nose and her cheeks.
"Oh, James," was all she said when he sucked her right earlobe between his lips. He licked his way down the side of her neck, onto her shoulder and back up again. He left a glistening trail of saliva along her jaw as he kissed his way to the other side where he repeated the process.
Mai's feverish mind could barely comprehend what was happening to her body. Her passion hadn't been this high since she was in her early twenties.
When James's hot, passionate and gentle kisses neared her breasts, Mai arched her back. His lips circled an elongated nipple and his tongue teased the rubbery tip without mercy.
"Goddamn, James," she said barely above a whisper. "Your father never made me feel this good. Never." She slipped her hand between their bodies and slid it downward until she found her clit
James mumbled something unintelligible and continued his worshipping of his stepmother's breast.
Mai, her fingers busy stroking her happy button, felt a delicious twinge of lustful excitement surge through her body when she felt James begin to roll her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Using her free hand, she held him to her breast. Her sighs quickly turned to cries as James's manipulation of her nipples turned the smoldering heat of her sinful desires into a lustful flame. She was on the verge of another orgasm and she didn't want that to happen until her stepson was deep inside her.
"Stop for a second, James." Mai gently pushed him away from her.
Confusion registered on his face. "But...," he began.
Mai put a finger to his lips in order to silence him. When she took it away, James spoke again.
"Did I do something wrong?" he queried.
Mai shook her head. It took a few seconds before she could speak. "I want you inside me," she told him. "I want to feel you fucking me like I've never been fucked before."
James rose to his knees and looked on in disbelief. In all the years he'd known his father's wife, he'd never heard her say a bad word. Now, she was saying the one word he thought he'd never hear her say.
Mai spread her legs even wider as she held out her arms to welcome him into embrace. "It's what I want, James. It's what we both want."
Suddenly, James was hit with a sense of morality. "But, what about my father?" he asked. "It wouldn't be right."
"James," Mai began. "Your father and I have different views about what goes on in the bedroom. In the short time you and I have been carrying on, you have made me cum more times than I can count. You want to know how many times I have cum with your father? Exactly zero. None. I want this feeling between us to continue...for as long as possible."
"None?" James asked.
"None."
James took his stepmother by the shoulders and rolled until he was on his back and she lay atop him. He pulled her face to his and kissed her long and hard. When they broke their oral union, Mai quickly rose to her knees and straddled his waist. She moved backwards until she could see his dick standing proudly in front of her.
Mai wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and slowly slid it up and over the head and back down again.
James moaned when he felt his foreskin sliding over the crown of his cock head. He squeezed his hips together and pushed his man meat through the ring his stepmother had made when the tip of her thumb met the tip of her middle finger. In no time at all, he was leaking copious amounts of pre cum.
Sensing that her stepson was self-lubricating, Mai paused in the middle of her down stroke. With her other hand now twisting back and forth around the crown of his aching, throbbing piece of man meat, she gathered as much of his lubricating juices as possible and brought her hand up to her mouth.
Fascinated and almost mesmerized by what he was seeing, James ceased using his stepmother's hand as a makeshift vagina and watched her lick her palm clean. His voice came out in a rush of wind.
"That is so sexy, Mai."
Mai, having primed the pump of James's sex, gripped his pulsing rod tightly and pulled the foreskin up and over the head of his cock. She moved forward until her hips were hovering only inches above his pelvis and slowly lowered her sex onto his helmeted soldier.
"Goddam, James," she said in a voice husky with desire as she felt the folds of her outer labia being pushed aside. Having done some self-lubricating of her own, the walls of her seldom used furry furnace welcomed his sword of passion, greedily sucking it deep inside.
"Oh, fuck," James groaned as the heat of her seething gash enveloped his sexual digit, setting him awash with a sea of new emotions.
"I'm actually fucking her," he screamed to himself as he felt the foreskin being pushed back down over the crown. "My stepmother. My father's wife!"
The hairy lips of Mai's pussy made it easily to the base of her stepson's eager penis. James pushed upwards but, there was nowhere else his steel like rod could go. It was in as far as it could go.
For a few seconds, Mai made no effort to raise her pelvis back up the pulsing shaft, preferring to rock back and forth and from side to side. It had been too long since she'd gotten any pleasure from James's father. She wanted to feel the head of that cunt pleaser as it poked and prodded at the walls of her vagina.
Her hips rose slowly as she made the first trip back up his shaft; each millimeter of the journey stirring the burning cauldron of passion that was already threatening to boil over. Her giddiness caused her upper torso to sway like a tree fighting to keep its roots in the ground while being assaulted by hurricane force winds. When James filled his hands with her tits, a bolt of desire surfed throughout Mai's diminutive frame.
"Oh, yes, James," she moaned. "Pinch my nipples. Pinch them 'til they hurt."
Gathering her elongated rubbery protrusions between thumbs and forefingers, James squeezed them hard. He pulled on her nipples like he was trying to tear her girlish tits from her chest.
A rhythm had already developed between the two of them and, as if by a mutually telepathic agreement, the speed of their gyrations rapidly increased along with their sinful passions.
Pubic hairs, temporarily entwined with each other, separated for a brief moment, only to meet again on the field of battle as the lust-filled couple's pelvises slammed together with a forceful urgency that neither of them had ever experienced before. Communication between stepson and stepmother was a series of incoherent mumblings that they and they alone could understand.
James, feeling the pressure building up in his testicles, placed his hands on his stepmother's hips. "Stop for a minute," he gasped.
Mai ceased moving, her lips surrounding the upper part of his shaft just below the crown. Both bodies trembled with the need for release. "What's the matter?" she asked as a look of concern spread across her face.
James quickly reassured her. "Nothing's wrong," he told her. "I just want on top for a while."
Mai's frown turned into a smile as she disengaged her body from his. She rolled onto her back, spread her legs wide and held her arms out to him. "Come," she whispered. "Let's finish this thing in style."
James knelt between her legs. He wrapped his right hand around his cockhead and, using his extended thumb as a guide, pushed forward when it found her throbbing clit. He felt her cunt hairs lightly scraping his shaft as he pushed between her already gaping labia. He paused for a moment and then, with the speed of a turtle, slid inside his stepmother's wet and fiery furnace.
"Goddam, James," she sighed. "It feels wonderful when you enter me like you are doing now. I love the way you make my pussy feel so needed."
James grunted in surprise when, for the first time since she'd wrapped her sex around his, her vaginal muscles squeezed him tightly. Thus began a series of contractions that undulated along the length of his invading soldier.
As this young Caucasian man bottomed out inside his older Asian stepmother, her labia tightened around the base of his ever flexing pecker, nearly sending him over the edge.
"Ohhhh," James groaned as he clenched his hips in a super human effort to stem the tide of his impending orgasm. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he was able to begin his thrusting in and out of her clutching, clinging bearded clam without the immediate worry of ending it all so quickly.
James hooked her legs in the crook of his arms and pulled them up and over his shoulders.
"Oh, god, yes!" she hissed. "Fuck me," she cried. Fuck me hard and deep!"
He pulled back until the head of his anxious steel like rod was all that remained inside her.
"Slam it home!" she urged. "Hard!"
With a strength and determination he never knew he possessed, Mai's stepson drove his anxious tool down into her cum craver until flesh met flesh and pubic hairs met pubic hairs. Immediately, he drew back and drove it back down inside her velvet lined hole.
Mai pounded her feet on his back, paying little attention to what she was doing. "Unh, unh, unh," she repeated over and over again in a loud nasal voice. "Unh, unh, unh," she continued as her stepson pounded her into submission.
James, too, was reduced to uttering a series of unintelligible grunts. Each time his hard pelvic bone hit her mound, a whoosh of air flowed erratically over his tongue and past his lips. Once again, he could feel his nut sack rumbling and tightening until he could no longer keep from cuming. One more withdrawal; one more hard thrust and he released a torrent of hot baby making seed deep inside the recesses of his stepmother's slick, juicy love canal. He continued pumping in and out of her as he deposited load after load of his viscous fluid into her sexual receptacle until he had no more to give.
The hot load of James's splooge spilled out against the walls of Mai's penis purse, causing the muscles of her vagina to contract in an effort to squeeze out every last drop of his potent seed. Her entire lower body stiffened as if rigor mortis had set in. So tight was her grip on his still stiff member that James couldn't have pulled out even if he had wanted to.
Mai's legs, still anchored on her stepson's shoulders, remained rigid, her toes pointed toward the ceiling. Her arms flailed against the bedding and her head rolled from side to side. Her nostrils flared as a light, rasping sound emerged from her open mouth.
Then, as quickly as her body had seized, it went limp. Her legs slipped off her stepson's shoulders and fell unceremoniously to the bed, leaving her quivering quim totally exposed when James's cock lost all its vigor and slipped out.
Totally exhausted, stepmother and stepson slipped under the covers and quickly fell asleep in each other's arms.