Is That You?
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My young life had been difficult. My 'real' Mom had died in a car accident when I was eight. That was hard on Dad and I for a couple years until Dad found a beautiful woman to help raise me and be his companion. She had a son who was several years my senior. She was so sweet and I think she loved me as much as my step-brother. Maybe she was trying to make up for not being my biological Mom. I seemed to be her favorite. In a few years, I grew to love her like she was my ‘real’ Mom.
As I know now, my step-brother and I grew up in a very liberal household – three males and a lovely female, my step-Mom. I didn’t notice my new step-Mom too much the first few years except she loved us, took care of us and worked, too – the real ‘Super Mom’. The realization that my step-Mom was a real beauty happened that Thanksgiving. My dad’s recently divorced brother would stare at her a lot and whisper comments like your Mom’s pretty hot. It was winter. How could she be hot? I noticed that he ogled her breasts when she wasn’t looking then he’d rub his crotch. I was twelve at the time. I started thinking differently about her after that.
Being in a house with three males, we were all uninhibited about our bodies. Most of the time, we walked around half naked including my step-Mom. It just wasn’t a big deal, but after Thanksgiving, I did begin to notice her tits and they were a lot bigger than most of my friends' moms.
She’d take her bath around eight, and after that, she’d dress in her nightgown, which was pretty transparent. I could see the outline of her areolas and her bush. She never wore anything under her nightgown, but if it was really cold, she’d wear something over it. I always hated the winter because of that. There were times during the winter when her housecoat would flop open and I would get a glimpse of her nipples sticking straight out in the cool air. I usually had to leave after that to relieve myself because I was sticking straight out, too. My step-brother noticed, too. He’d tell me that I was lucky to be getting a peek at a ‘real’ woman. I think he relished looking her as much as I did.
After he left for college, I had my step-Mom all to myself sort of. She hadn’t changed her nightly routine and I would jack off regularly after watching her walk around the house. Her tits would bounce up and down or sway from side to side and every now and then I’d get a peek at her pussy hair. By then, I knew what it was covering up and I wished I could see hers. I finally started getting some young tuna from a couple girls in my class, but I always wondered what Mom’s looked like.
Sometimes when we’d go on summer vacations, we’d rent a beach house on a desolate portion of the California coast. My step-Mom would sunbathe without her top. She really had nice tits. I liked to watch them after she came out of the water and lay on a towel. The breeze would cause her nipples to grow stiff and stick up about an inch or more. It was so hot that I usually when into the house to jack off after witnessing that.
From inspecting her undergarments, I found out that they were thirty-six DDs, her panties were thirty-fours and her jeans had a twenty-six inch waist. My step-Mom’s attire was a little slutty at times. She liked to show off what she had and I think Dad liked having her on his arm that way. She’s a bit of an exhibitionist and enjoys having people ogle her. She kept all my friends in a constant state of arousal during High School. They all said that they really liked her. I knew what they meant – they’d like to fuck her. She was a MILF.
Like my step-brother, I went off to college and found plenty of chicks to fuck. I enjoyed making them do things to me or letting me do things to them. My step-brother had taught me a lot of sex stuff. Apparently, some of it was deemed perverted by a few of the girls I dated, but the ones that got into it, really enjoyed the activities.
After my first year, Mom and I had the chance to go on a week-long, July vacation to our lakeside cabin in Utah. Dad had some business thing he couldn’t miss and my step-brother was married so he couldn’t make it either. My step-Mom said, “It’ll be nice just the two of us and all that quiet.”
We arrived at our sylvan cabin by the lake. The first thing you notice when you arrive is the air’s smell. It’s so fresh with a scent of pine. Our cabin wasn’t large just two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room with a natural stone fireplace and a big, picture window overlooking the lake and a bath with shower. I unpacked the car as we settled in. my step-Mom was putting all the food rations away. I was enjoying watching her stretch and lean over the counter to reach the top shelf to put various items in their place. Her tits were still eye-catching.
I always enjoyed coming to this place. The scenery was beautiful; the fishing was good; the air was fresh and I had many great memories from past trips. We spent the rest of the day just walking around the lake to see if anything had changed. With all that fresh air, I had worked up a sizable appetite. Mom fixed a sensible but scrumptious dinner.
It was supposed to be the family’s normal July vacation to our Utah lake cabin, but my husband had an important work deal that he had to close. If everything went well, it would double his salary for the year, so I couldn't be mad at him for not coming. My older son, Keith, and his wife had delivered our first granddaughter (I was too young to be a grandma) a month previous and they didn't want to be dragging her all over the country. I was determined that what was left of our family was going to continue our tradition, so my younger step-son, Darius, and I were going - no matter what. We packed up my SUV with a week's worth of supplies and gear then struck out at four in the morning on the twelve-hour drive from Redding to Yuba Lake, Utah.
It was a long haul, but we swapped off driving duties, talked about his first year at USC and listened to a lot of music. This trip would allow us to get reacquainted. I think his leaving home affected me more than I expected. After he left, it was too quiet around the house - no more constant stream of his friends or girls coming by. I guess I was suffering a little from ‘Empty Nest Syndrome’.
We had always had a great relationship even when he was a teenager. He liked to tell me everything about his life. I knew I’d miss those conversations, but never this much. I would never admit it, but he was my favorite. My own son reminded me too much of my first husband. Darius was more like his Dad when we first met. We had always seemed to connect perfectly on so many levels. Now, he was a handsome, smart, young man and I was very proud of him and his accomplishments. I'd helped make him that way.
As soon as we arrived, Darius unpacked the car while I put the food away. There were a couple times when I noticed him just standing there looking at me, I finally said, “Hey, don’t just stand there looking. Put the bags in the bedrooms.”
Soon everything was unpacked and we decided to take a walk around the lake and get some fresh air. When we returned to our cabin, we were both hungry. I’d pre-cooked dinner before we left Redding because I remembered that drive from previous years. All I had to do was nuke it and make a salad.
After dinner, we sat and talked about my first year at the university. She knew I was sexually active and asked about how my love life was going. I was embarrassed for about two seconds and responded pretty well, actually. A sly smiled rippled across her lovely lips and her eyes seemed to brighten just a little more. My step-Mom and I always had open communications. She even talked with me about bedroom problems with her and Dad. Soon it was eight o’clock, she excused herself to go take her bedtime shower.
When she returned, she said, “I’m done, but you probably need to wait a few minutes to let the water heater catch up.”
She was wearing her normal attire – a see-through nightie with nothing underneath. My trouser snake started to squirm. I could see her tits and that patch of dark cunt hair. There wasn’t much left to the imagination. My thoughts of fucking her were quickly dispelled by normal mores saying that it’s not morally acceptable, but I could look. After all, she was a beautiful woman. Finally, I heard the water heater shut off and headed for the shower. Once I was clean and dry, I returned to the living room in my underwear and bathrobe. My step-Mom and I talked for about another hour. I’d get a glimpse at her pubes when she re-positioned herself while talking. It was getting late and we were both tired from the long drive, so we each settled into our respective bedrooms for the night.
I like to sleep in the nude as it affords me opportunity to jack off at any time during the night or first thing in the morning. This night, it began as soon as my butt hit the bed. The sight of my Mom traipsing around half-naked had my thoughts on my cock. While lying there, I’d think about my fuck sessions during college, but every now and then, I’d think about my Mom, too. I came on my belly. One of the perverted things that my step-brother taught me was to enjoy the taste of cum. I scooped it up and licked my hand clean then quickly fell asleep.
We were both tired and in need of a shower. It was only eight o’clock, but I knew that if I didn’t get ready for bed, I’d fall asleep on the sofa. After my shower, I threw on my nightie and returned to the living room. After my step-son took his shower, we talked for another hour. I was brave enough to ask him how his love life was. I didn’t want to be surprised with a fiancée out of the blue like my son had. From his comments and to my relief, he was playing the field and had not settled in on one girl.
Thank goodness, it was finally dark enough to go to bed. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
The next day started out bright and sunny, I decided to go fishing off the dock. I grabbed my gear; the cup of worms I’d bought at the bait house across the lake the day before; a folding chair and set up residence at the end of the dock. I’d been there about thirty minutes when my step-Mom showed up in her bikini. I don’t know if it was an older one that was too small for her, but it was barely covering anything. She looked so hot.
She said, “You don’t mind if I sunbathe while you fish.”
“Of course not, but you have to be quiet. I’ve had a few bites. We don’t want to spook the fish.” I replied.
She sat in front of me and asked me to put lotion on her back and shoulders. As I did, she slid her straps off and the bikini top slipped down a little. I could see her nipples. They were already hard and I was quickly getting that way. I’m not sure which pole was longer – my fishing pole or the one in my pants. Once I had thoroughly coated her back and shoulders, she spread her towel and laid down next to me.
After a few minutes, I looked down and saw her belly, chest and legs were glistening with beads of sweat. She looked like Rachel Welch behind those Foster Grants. Man was my step-Mom a sexy woman. She rolled over to cook the other side and now I was watching her nice ass as she twitched around. I was hard as a rock and filled with shame, but I convinced myself, it’s OK to just look. She didn’t go topless because there were too many people at the lake. I caught a few rainbow trout and we’re going to have them dinner later.
We returned to the cabin and both took a quick shower. After cooking in the sun, my step-Mom didn’t want to be in the kitchen cooking something else, so we went to the local eating joint for a burger. We got a booth and she patted the seat next to her and said, “How ‘bout if my big boy sits next to his Mom, so we can talk some more?” I slid in next to her. We began a wide-ranging conversation covering all kinds of topics. When she wanted to emphasize her point, she’d put her hand about mid-thigh on my leg and rub it up and down while talking to me. I’d forgotten how smart my step-Mom was. After all, she did have a PhD. We finished our lunch and started the walk back to the cabin, which was difficult for me with a raging hard-on.
She said, “I wish your Dad would have conversations like that with me. That was just mentally invigorating. I just love you to death, son.” She threw her arm around me, pulled me in and kissed me.
I replied, “Mom, please !”
She retorted, “Yes, I forgot. You’re too big to have your Mom show you how much she loves you. Sorry if I embarrassed you.”
Now I felt bad. I replied, “I’m sorry, Mom. You just caught me by surprise. I’m not embarrassed. I’m glad you love me so much.” I gave her a hug and kissed her cheek. She beamed a big smile.
The next morning, the sun seemed to rise extra early and with its full intensity. After breakfast, my step-son decided to get his line wet and test his fishing skills. It was perfect tanning weather – lots of sun, a nice cool breeze off of the lake, and I had my iPod full of music. I had brought a couple different bikinis. I picked the skimpy one, so I’d get the maximum tan.
Since I needed someone to lotion up my back and shoulders, I approached Darius sitting at the end of our dock. I sat down in front of him and slid the straps of my top off, so he could lather me up. It was nice sensation – the contrast of his warm hands and the cool lotion sliding over my skin. I got a shiver when a cool breeze blew off the lake, I felt my nipples harden. I hoped he didn’t notice.
I put on my sunglasses and laid down. After about twenty minutes, I rolled over. During that time, my son caught three fish. He was really satisfied with himself – Mr. Outdoorsman. We would eat them for dinner.
From our activities, we’d both gotten sweaty and needed a shower. I took mine first. Since it was lunch time, I suggested that we go to the burger joint down the road. We set out walking. Once we arrived, I picked a booth and asked my son to sit next to me so we could continue our conversation from the night before. I was amazed at how much he’d learned about life this year. Our conversation covered many different topics and my step-son seemed to have an opinion on most of them. That was very encouraging and I was taken with and very satisfied with his maturity. I was proud of the man he was becoming and had become. My step-son was grown up.
On our walk back to the cabin, I said, “I wish your Dad would have conversations like that with me. That was just mentally invigorating. I just love you to death, son.” I impulsively threw my arms around him and gave him a big kiss. Judging by his response, it must have embarrassed him, but that didn’t change how much I loved him.
I knew I’d broken Parenting Rule 101 – Never complain to your kid about the other parent, even if it’s true. There was much more I would have liked to have shared with him about his Dad, but it was too painful a subject to bring up. Things between his Dad and I had gotten much worse after Darius left for school. I guess it was because we had to talk to each other again. We were two different people, living separate lives under the same roof. We didn’t know each other anymore. Our interests and views on things that mattered had changed. We weren’t on the same page. I don’t know if we were even in the same book. We had nothing left in common but our kids. I felt dead inside and stuck in our relationship, but I’d already invested fourteen years. How could I blow it up now? I felt like a zombie just staggering through this so-called life.
The rest of the afternoon and evening, we just sat around enjoying the fresh air, talking, reading or listening to music. It was delightful and we both were at ease in this bucolic place. The evening routine began about nine, Mom took her shower first and then me. She wore a different shorter see-through nightie. In fact, it barely came down to her butt. Earlier in the evening, we had seen some lightning in the distance. As bedtime approached, so did the thunderstorm. We retired to our respective bedrooms as the thunderstorm arrived.
About thirty minutes later, I heard a noise and said, “Mom, is that you?”
My step-Mom came into my bedroom and said, “You know how thunder scares me. Can I sleep with you?”
“Sure, but I’m naked.” I replied as I lifted the covers.
“Darius, you don’t have anything that I haven’t seen a thousand times before.” Once she had slid in next to me, she asked, “Would you put your arm around me?”
I draped my arm around her waist, but she pulled it up to her chest as she intertwined her fingers between mine and snuggled her back into my chest. I could feel her breast as they rose and fell with her breathing. Her nipple was pressed against my wrist like it was taking my pulse, which was rapidly increasing just like my cock. The thunder was persistent. Every time a thunder clap occurred, she pulled my hand deeper between her breasts. I was hard and it was obvious. I knew she had to be feeling it growing between her legs.
I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but she was my step-Mom. Suddenly, a lightning bolt hit very close to the cabin. The whole room lit up and followed immediately by a tremendous boom. She nearly jumped out of the bed as she crushed my hand with hers. She rolled over and began hugging me. I couldn’t help it, but my cock was poking her in the belly.
The rest of the afternoon and evening, we just laid around the cabin sitting on the porch, reading, talking or listening to music. It was very relaxing and I loved being with someone who I related to and really loved me no matter what. Before we knew it, it was time to get ready for bed. My step-son let me take the first shower. It was a fairly hot evening, so I wore my mini-teddy nightie. Just as we said goodnight, a thunderstorm began and the temperature must have dropped twenty degrees.
The sound of thunder scares me to death. I feel like our dog who hides under the bed until it passes. I know it’s not rational, because the lightning will kill you before you hear the thunder. Well, I held out for thirty minutes until I couldn’t stand it any longer. I went into Darius’ bedroom and asked if I could sleep with him.
I felt much safer in his bed. At least, if a bolt hit, it would kill both of us. I asked him to hold me. His hand and body were snuggly warm. I burrowed into his chest. I don’t know why, but I wrapped my hand around his and held it close to me. Maybe it made me feel safer all cocooned in his warmth like a bug in a rug. The storm sounded like it was going to last all night. Every time a clap of thunder rumbled, I squeezed my step-son’s hand a little harder and pulled it closer. A strange feeling came over me as I realized that his manhood was becoming a thick, hard stick slipping between my legs.
His Dad and I hadn’t been together in at least six months and I started to enjoy the knowledge that I could still arouse someone. I was having unnatural thoughts about my sweet man-boy. I would surely go to hell if I acted out what I was thinking. I could feel his stick’s heat growing between my thighs. It was like a hot knife melting the butter of my willpower.
Suddenly, the bedroom’s darkness was illuminated like a stadium night game, which was followed by the loudest boom I’d ever heard. I almost peed. I needed to have arms holding me close. I rolled over and tightly wrapped my arms around his youthful body. His hot knife was stabbing my belly and killing my willpower.
I’d been so lonely this last year or two and now here was the chance to be close to someone who loved me. I resolved myself to damnation as my hand began to move his hand over my hard and erect nipple. My tits are very sensitive and I can have an orgasm from getting them fondled in the right way. My free hand touched his throbbing, hot manhood. It sent a chill through me. I was wet. I gently wrapped my hand around his thick, big, hot cock and slowly slipped my hand up and down the length of his member. It was bigger and longer than his Dad’s. My brain immediately thought, 'My little boy was a fucking, big dicked stud and I’m going straight to hell.'
I was lost to passion now. There was no turning back. As I slowly but lightly stroked his cock, I felt a drop of pre-cum on the tip. His Dad hadn’t done that for me in years, literally. I needed to show him what I wanted him to do because he was probably fighting his thoughts, too. I collected that drop between my thumb and forefinger. At the next lightning flash, I raised them to my lips and licked it off.
Her free hand touched it. My breathing quickened. Her hand was so soft. I felt it slowly wrap around my manhood. I was about to cum just from her touch. She moved the hand that was clutching mine and soon she was rubbing it on her tit. I felt her nipple stiffen. My head was spinning. What should I do? I knew what I wanted to do, but that’s so wrong. I didn’t have to make ‘Sophie’s Choice’ and be relegated to suffering a lifetime of regret. Her hand began to slide lightly up and down on my cock. I felt the size of the Washington Monument and just as hard. Her fingers released their grip on mine as she guided them to her nipple. She moved them over it again and again and moaned in my ear. My cock was oozing pre-cum. I felt her finger trace over the head of my cock and her thumb and forefinger gently collected my drooling. During the next flash of lightning, she moved those fingers to her lips and I watched as she licked it from her fingers. I was going fucking crazy with desire for her, but she was my step-Mom.
I was getting acutely aroused and I thought I knew what she wanted. My fingers found her nipple and I began be pinch it. She moaned in my ear again. Her hand still had a light but firm grip on my cock. I decided to go for. My head disappeared under the covers as my mouth found the nipple I’d been assaulting. I feverously began suckling the breast that fed my step-brother. Now, it was feeding my carnal desires. She pulled me close as if to say why has this taken so long? I started biting it, which produced louder moans. Soon my mouth was on her other nipple. She ran her hand through my hair as she pushed as much of her tit into my mouth as she could. My face was being buried in the mounds of her flesh and I loved it. Her stroking of my manhood was increasing. I moved my hand between her legs and I felt her heat. She was on fire down there. She pushed me onto my back and quickly straddled me like I was a sybian. Her hand positioned my cock at entrance from which I had first emerged and slammed my rod deep into it.
She was overcome with passion as she slammed herself onto my aching meat as she screamed, “I’m cumming. Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me. Make me feel. Make me feel something.” She leaned forward and said, “Suck my tits.”
I couldn’t refuse. I was fucking her and sucking first one tit then the other. I was sucking them hard, too. This produced even more screaming then I was biting them hard with the same result. It’s a good thing there were no cabins nearby because someone might have thought that someone was being murdered. My crotch was covered with her liquid excitement. I shot the biggest load I’d ever generated deep into my step-Mom’s cunt. She wasn’t finished and needed more.
That did the trick because his fingers started pinching my nipple hard. I moaned encouragement into his ear. Shortly, his head disappeared under the covers and his mouth found that nipple. It was electric when he attached himself to me. I pulled him closer. I needed someone to fulfill me; love me. I felt so incredibly motherly and sexy at the same time. I flashed back to when my son was a baby suckling at that breast and the times I would get aroused while feeding him. I certainly was going to hell. Do not pass go – go straight to hell for eternity. I didn’t care. His love would be worth it. I buried his face into my motherly flesh.
I felt his hand move between my legs and deftly slip up to my pussy. I was so hot for him. I needed him and his cock. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I pushed him onto his back and straddled him like the stud I knew he’d be. I held the knife of his manhood at the entrance to my life. I thought to myself, if you do this, there is no tomorrow. Fuck it. I plunged myself onto his knife and into my aching soul like I was committing Hari Kari. Years of agony and pain were being released in this flood of passion.
All I could say was, “I’m cumming. Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me. Make me feel! Make me feel something!!” I leaned forward and said, “Suck my tits.”
Darius, always eager to please me, sucked one then the other. He was sucking painfully hard. I loved it. I was transfixed and began screeching at the top of my lungs releasing my pent up inner pain. I felt him stiffen and flood me with his seed. I needed more because there was so much pain to relieve.
She pulled back the covers and dove into my crotch. Her mouth and tongue were doing wonderful things to my cock. Soon it was hard again. She got on all fours and said, “Fuck me from behind!” I rammed my cock as deep into her as I could. She shoved her hips to meet me thereby thrusting me deeper into her womb. I was filled with lust for her. All these years of seeing her and wanting her were being fulfilled tonight. I had to do it all tonight because there might never be another time like this. I smashed my cock into her as I came again. This time, I didn’t wait for her to tell me what she wanted. I did what I wanted.
I pushed on her back and spread her legs. Quickly my tongue was ravishing her cunt. I was sucking my cum from her pussy. I pushed my tongue deep into her as she flooded my mouth with our cum. She tasted better than anything I’d ever eaten. It tasted very sweet and its texture was much thinner and lighter flavor like maple syrup. I was in an uncontrollable frenzy. After she had cum three times, I rolled her over violently as I pinned her down with my left arm. My cock was hard again as I spread her cheeks with my free hand and pushed my manhood against her brown sphincter.
She said, “No. Stop!”
I was too far gone now. I spit on my hand and rubbed it on her butthole. I began to push my cock into a place, I suspected, where none had ever gone before, not even Dad’s. Soon I was pumping like an oil derrick just slamming myself in and out of her ass. She was screaming, but quickly it was moaning, and a ‘different type’ of screaming. She was cumming again. I came deep in her ass, but I still wasn’t satiated.
I rolled her over again. This time, I straddled her face. I began rubbing my cock across her lips and said, “Lick it. Suck it. You know you want it.”
Man, did she want it. Her mouth was doing things that only years of practice could do. I was in fucking heaven. I pulled it out her mouth and came on her face.
She said, “Let me taste you.”
I used my cock to gather up my facial release. As the tip of my cock with its present got close to her mouth, she’d flick her tongue out and slurp up my cum. Once most of it was in her mouth, I dove into her lips kissing her like she was Cleopatra and I was Mark Antony. These were very passionate kisses. I finally began to come down from my frenzied high and was just holding her close to my chest.
She looked into my eyes and said, “You a very nice cock and you learned a lot while you were away at school.” As the storm continued all night, she fell asleep in the safety of my arms.
I knew with some inspiration that his cock would resurrect itself for the second cumming. After all, he was barely twenty. I pulled back the covers and began licking my juice and his cum off his semi-hard knife. I sucked his nuts to quickly fulfill my need. His cock felt so good in my mouth. Next to being eaten, sucking cock is what I love best. You know you’ve done a good job by the size of the load fired into your mouth. The feeling as a cock twitches and throbs in your mouth is indescribable. You just have to experience it. He was hard in a few minutes.
I knelt on the end of the bed on all fours and asked him to fuck me doggy style. He slammed his cock into me. I pushed in response. I hadn't been that full of cock since before I was married. He filled me up. I was in heaven for now and began cumming. My juices were raining over his cock and down my legs. He shuddered spasmodically, hollered, “Fuck yes, babe.” and came.
He pushed me onto my back and spread my legs. His hot tongue was immediately licking and sucking his cum out of me. I was astonished at this wonderful feeling and that a man would do that for me. Darius had learned more than just book stuff at college. He was a great lover. I rewarded him by flooding his mouth over and over again. He was, like me, wild with desire and lust. I felt like a tremendous weight was being lifted and I could breathe again.
He rolled me over and held me down with his arm. I was afraid of what I thought he was going to do. He shoved his cock between my cheeks.
I shouted, “NO ! Stop !” I was still a virgin there.
He was out of control and stabbed my ass with his cock. I screamed with pain, but he wasn’t going to be denied. I gave up, relaxed and it felt exciting being violated as he took and tore away my virginity there. Soon I was screaming, not from pain, but from an orgasm. It was the most intense one I’d ever experienced. I began pushing my ass to meet his cock. He was deep inside me. I sensed his flood and the release of hot squirt after squirt blasting into my depths. I was warmed by his semen and the thought that my step-son was such a good cocksman at his age.
He wasn't done as he rolled me over and sat on my chest. He rubbed his cock across my lips then said, “Lick it. Suck it. I know you want it.”
He was right. I wanted it. I loved it. Finally, a cock wanted me to please it. I sucked him in with a feverous, lustful desire to please him. He pulled out and came on my face. I needed to taste him.
I said, “Let me taste you.”
He used his cock as a spoon and scooped his creamy ooze to my lips. I was overcome with its heady aromatic fragrance and its taste was a little like an IPA beer – hoppy. He surprised me with a beautiful “French” kiss. Our tongues intertwined mixing his cum between our mouths. He pulled me into his arms and held me close. At that moment, it's just what I needed. Someone to love me and hold me safely in their strong arms.
The next morning was awkward. I was embarrassed that I’d lost control. That was soon relieved because Mom noticed that I was sporting my normal morning semi-hard.
A lustful look came across her face as she said, “Well, look who else is up bright and early this morning. After all the work he got last night, I didn’t expect that.”
Her head lowered and I saw her mouth open as she swallowed me. Oh, my god, Mom was a wonderful cocksucker. She did things to me that made my toes curl. She knew when to slow down or move to another part of my anatomy. She made me last twenty minutes, I came in her mouth.
After she had swallowed my load, she responded with, “Mmmm, you taste so sweet.”
She headed to the shower. After thinking about last night, I was hard in a few minutes. I decided to join her. When I opened the door, she was a little startled, but she saw my arousal state and grasped me by my rigid member using it as a handle to pull me into the shower. I drew her into my arms and ‘Frenched’ her like she was the love of my life. I shoved her up against the wall, spread her legs and thrust my cock into her cunt. She came nearly immediately as she clawed at my back. I turned her around and bent her over. She spread her legs and then her cheeks because she knew what I wanted. My cock slipped right in and it felt just like it belonged there. Her butt met my thrusts with her own. I came in her darkness. She turned around and soaped up my cock and nuts as she gave them a good washing. We dried off and had breakfast.
The next morning, I awoke in Darius’ warm embrace. I knew that I needed to reassure him that what had happened was good. His youth gave me the opportunity. Like most men that age, his cock was up with the dawn. I reached down and touched him.
I smiled and said, “Well, look who else is up bright and early this morning. After all the work he got last night, I didn’t expect that.”
His cock looked so delicious and it'd been such a long time since I'd be able to give one the treatment I wanted. I lowered my head and began giving him my best cocksucking techniques. I knew when he'd get close, so I suck his nuts or lick his shaft. He only lasted twenty minutes, but at his age, that was great. He came in my mouth was a huge load. I knew he loved what I’d done for him.
After swallowing his gift, I said while licking my lips, "Mmmmm, you taste so sweet."
I headed for the shower. I felt alive again. Darius had resurrected me from my tomb. As I washed, I couldn't help, but stroke myself. It sent a rush through me. I was in my own little world just enjoy my long forgotten sexuality. Just then the shower door opened, it surprised me, but my shock was replaced with lust when I saw my step-son sporting another lovely hard. I reached for it and pulled him into the shower. His arms wrapped around me tightly. I was safe in them. His mouth and tongue found mine. We passionately exchanged saliva. A surge of electricity pulsed through me. He took control of me as he forcefully pushed me against the wall as he spread my legs. He stabbed me with his beautiful cock. I came instantaneously and clawed at his back trying to hold on to that feeling a little longer.
He hadn't cum. The water splashed on us like thousands of little fingers and he turned me around and bent me at the waist. I knew what he wanted and I wanted it, too. I spread my cheeks. His manhood knife cut deep into me. Darius fucked my ass. He didn't make love to me. He fucked me like I was a whore, but I knew he loved me. After he filled me with his load, I knelt before his cock and lovingly wash it and his nuts. We dried each other off, got into our underwear. I was just wearing my panties as we went into the kitchen for some breakfast.
She said, “Let’s just stay in today.”
I replied, “That sounds good to me.”
We were both still in our underwear. Mom headed to the sink to wash the breakfast dishes. While standing there, I took a position behind her. My hands ran over her shoulders and down her torso. Soon I was sliding them over her thighs. I knelt down and slid them between her legs and up. Her legs parted and I began to kiss her inner thigh and regions north. I slipped her panties down and began lapping at her hairy slit. She stood there looking out the window at the lake as I lapped away her pussy like a starving dog trying to get the last of the marrow out of a bone. I saw her legs quiver and her body shook as her head bowed and her hands tightly grasped the counter. When she was finished, she said, “What a wonderful way to start the day.”
We sat and talked about what had happened last night. I told her that honestly I wanted to do that for many years. She was sitting on the sofa and I was in the chair opposite. She lifted her leg and put her foot on the coffee table. I could see some wisps of pubic hair poking out of her panties. Her other leg was laying on the sofa, so her crotch was open for inspection. After about thirty minutes of rehashing last night, I noticed that her panties were getting wet.
I said, “It’s getting hot in here. Aren’t you hot, too?”
I stood up and took off my underwear. I was hard. She removed her panties and I was between her legs in a shot sucking her cunt nectar. I stood up and she licked her lips as she took my cock into mouth. I loved watching her mouth slip over and down my cock. Making it glisten with her love for my meat and me.
I demanded, “I’m getting close. Don’t swallow it. Show it to me first.”
As I came, I grabbed her hair and pulled her deep onto my love stick. She collected every drop and slipped off my dick. With her coy smile, she opened her mouth and I saw my baby makers swimming on her tongue. She swished her tongue around in the creamy, white protein ooze then with one gulp, it was gone.
She said, “Did that make you feel good, Darius?”
I replied, “Yes, I own you now.”
Thinking about all that had happened and might happen, I said, "Let's stay in today."
When he replied, "That sounds good to me." I knew it would be an eventful day.
After a quick breakfast, I gathered the dishes and began to wash them in the sink. I was enjoying the beautiful view we had of the lake as fishermen and boaters enjoyed the early morning placidness. Darius walked up behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders. Our tension was charged with sexual energy. His hands slowly move over my shoulders and down to my waist. He knelt down as his hands continue down my thighs. I felt flush as my blood rushed to my clit. Hands moved to the inside of my legs and I unconsciously spread them. He began softly kissing them. I was getting so wet. He slipped my panties down. I gave no resistance. His tongue lovingly began licking my passion button. My legs quivered. Within a few minutes, a feeling was building like an approaching tsunami. Oh god, it arrived. My knees nearly gave out as I gasped the counter to keep from collapsing and my head rested on the sink faucet. It was the finest head I’d ever gotten.
What could I say, but “What a wonderful way to start the day.”
I needed to sit down after that. I pulled my panties up and found the sofa. We began a conversation about what happened last night. I wanted to assure my step-son that it was okay. He confided in me that for years he had wanted to fuck me. He had thought it was just growing pains at first, but it persisted even after he was getting pussy at High School and college. He sounded a bit ashamed. I reassured him that it REALLY was okay. It would be our secret. This talk of reliving the events of the thunderstorm was getting me wet.
Suddenly, he stood up and said, “It’s getting hot in here. Aren’t you hot, too?” He pulled his underwear down as his cock sprang to attention like a ten meter diving board.
I was. I ripped my underwear off. He was between my legs sucking the life out of me. I was in an alternate universe. I hadn’t felt so much in forever. He brought me to three orgasms. That’s more than I’d had in years. He stood and I saw his manhood staring me in the face. Its head throbbing and bobbing in mid-air. The veins were pulsing with passion as a pre-cum dripped from its tip. I had to satisfy it. My mouth enveloped it. At that instant, I was the wanton slut I always wanted to be.
I knew he was getting near the edge when he said, “I’m getting close. Don’t swallow it. Show it to me first.”
I loved that thought. Immediately, his hands grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth deep onto his cock as he fired off several cum bursts. It felt so good. I collected every drop, smiled and opened to show him what I’d received. For effect, I swished my tongue around in his seed and swallowed.
I looked up to connect with his eyes and soul while saying, “Did that make you feel good?”
His reply nearly brought me to tears, “Yes, I own you now.” I needed to be owned by someone who loved me.
We embraced and kissed passionately as I led her to my bedroom. I threw her on my double bed, spread her legs, and began licking her delicious slit. It wasn’t long before she was getting very animated. I could tell by the way her hands were gripping and pulling at my sheets, but she gathered herself and said, “Lie down and let me suck you.”
I didn’t have a problem with that and was quickly on my back. Her hands slowly slipped up my legs toward the manhood she’d given me. No woman had ever touched me like that before. Her touch was so sensual that I was oozing pre-cum. Her tongue extended and its tip just lightly licked the liquid from my tip. She began to move her lower body up toward the head of the bed. While her tongue was engaging my cock, I watched as her creamy white thighs made their way and soon one was on either side of my head. One hand reached between my legs and began teasing my nuts with her caress. Her tongue inaugurated a feverous licking of my shaft like it was the last ice cream cone within a hundred miles. I looked up and saw her lips engorged, wet and open just like a blossom in the morning sun, waiting to have its nectar sucked by a butterfly. My mouth quickly attached itself as my tongue burrowed deep into her. The faster my tongue worked. The faster she licked and sucked me. When I got close, if I slowed down so did she. We had a great synchronization. This allowed us to keep this up for thirty minutes before I shot my load into her warm, sensuous mouth. She swallowed it all and milked me with her lips to get every last drop out of me. I was drained.
She took her thumb and index finger and positioned them at the base of my cock then she began to squeeze them tightly as she pulled them toward the tip. A drop of cum appeared. She licked it off. This was repeated several more times until finally nothing appeared on the tip. She looked at me with all the love a mother can have and said, “Mmmmm, I like your cum. It’s sweet and thick. I just couldn’t let a drop go to waste.”
I pulled her into my arms and began shoving my tongue down her throat. I could taste the residuals of my gift that just excited me more. Her nails raked across my back and up my legs to my butt. She grabbed it firmly, squeezed and said, “You have such a nice ass. I love feeling it thrust as you fuck me. That just turns me on.”
A woman talking to me like that just made me hard instantaneously. I had just turned twenty so that was a natural response. As I began to mount her, I replied, “Well, if that’s what you like, that’s what I’ll give you.”
I slipped my cock into her wetness and began sliding my cock in and out of her love canal. Her hands grasped my ass and her nails dug into my flesh. She’d squeeze and claw me when I shoved my cock into her. I was in pain and ecstasy at the same time. Her head was thrashing from one side to the other as she came again and again. She was the hottest fuck of my young life. I realized that girls my own age didn’t know anything about how to fuck a man and I was a man. I was so hot for my step-Mom. The feelings were incomprehensible. I released a flood of semen into her. My ass was on fire from all the scratching and scraping, but I dove into her cum receptacle and my tongue looked for every drop. Her hands pulled my head tightly into what I’d been pounding. The mixture of her juice and my cum was delicious. She was cumming non-stop.
She started screaming at the top of her lungs, “I’m cumming. Oh yes, oh god, just like that. Make me cum. Darius, make me cum. This is the best fucking I’ve ever had. Make me cum.”
She shuddered and her legs clamped down around my head. Her breathing was more of a pant with several deep gasps like a drowning person coming up for air and finally an indescribable sigh. I felt her hands running through my hair – caressing me if you will. We were exhausted, but excited. I held her in my arms for the longest time. Her head nestled against my chest. I stroked her hair and placed kisses on her forehead, temple and ear. Soon, we were kissing deeply and it was another fucking. That was the best single day of my life.
Our lips met as our tongue swirled the passions between us. He led into his bedroom and threw me on his bed. I loved the way he was treating me like he owned me. He spread my legs like he was ripping a chicken leg from its carcass. My step-son had the best tongue. He could get me to orgasm faster than anyone ever had. I was tearing at his sheets before I gained a bit of composure and said, “Lie down and let me suck you.”
It appeared we both had an oral fixation. That was great – both of my favorite things. I had to give him something those college girls didn’t know. The secret was time. The tease is almost as good as the release. I stroked his nuts and lightly raked my nails over his legs and cock. He was really excited. I agonizingly slowly moved my pussy up toward his wonder tongue. I placed one leg on either side of head. I slid and ground my slit over his mouth as he deliriously slurped my juices. He attached himself to my love button. His tongue looking for the last of my eggs and sent me to four or five orgasms. I hoped I wasn’t drowning him with my ejaculate. At long last, I took his load into my oral receptacle. I swallowed and deep throated his cock squeezing my lips tightly around his base as I slid up his tip. Every drop tasted like creme brulee. I needed every drop of his soul to energize me. Next, I place my thumb and forefinger around his cock and tightly milked it. I got several more drops of his pollination liquid. It was just something that couldn’t be wasted.
Later that night, we fucked in every position imaginable and some I’d never heard of. My step-son was just a fountain of sexuality and lust. He had me screaming his name as I came over and over again – “Fuck me, Darius, fuck me.” I didn’t know if I could ever fuck his Dad again without thinking of him.
I noticed Darius got very passion and wild when he slipped his nice, big cock between my mounds of motherly flesh. I spit in the crease and he began slowly, at first, sliding his cock between them. At this point, I was just as excited to bring him whatever pleasure he wanted. I pushed them together to increase his sensation. I loved the way his cock looked as it pumped through my flesh and toward my face. It was like watching a beautiful sex piston pumping life into my soul especially when he blasted his liquid for me. It landed on my neck and face. I scooped it up and licked my fingers clean as he devoured me with his eyes. I loved that instant of blissful lust. That’s the moment I knew he had to be my lover. Hell awaited.
The rest of the week was like I imagined a honeymoon would be. We hardly left the cabin and were naked most of the time. We sleep together if you could call what we did sleeping. By the end of the week, she was asking me to fuck her ass, eat her pussy or let her suck my cock. After that week, she was my lover when I got home from school. We always found an excuse to slip away for a few hours. Sometimes, she’d slip into my room after Dad when to sleep and we’d fuck. What I enjoyed the most was her coming into the bathroom while I was in the shower. She opened the door and I‘d pull her in. We’d kiss and then she’d suck me. She always showed me what I had given her before swallowing. I just loved that.
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