Like most guys, I love the sight of a beautiful woman in high heels with a garter-belt and hose. And like most guys, I’ve seen more than enough of them on the Internet and in porno movies. And I’ve jacked-off to my share of fantasies about making love to one of these beautiful women, that is until several years ago when things changed. Now I can fulfill my fantasy as often as I want with one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever known.
She is slightly older than I am and she loves to wear sexy lingerie and heels all the time. I can’t imagine seeing her without the accompanying ‘click, click, click’ of her heels. Now I’m not talking about 1-inch “flats” or a 2-inch pseudo heel I’m talking 3 and 4-inch heels all the time. It doesn’t matter what she’s wearing; jeans, a dress, a nightgown, or absolutely nothing at all she always wears heels. She wears them when she goes shopping, over to a friend’s house, around the house, or when she’s fucking my brains out. Yes, you read right ‘around the house’ or better yet I should say ‘around our house’ because she’s my step-mother or rather my ex-step-mother.
This whole thing started just after my 17th birthday. I had sensed that things weren’t going well between my parents for quite some time but never even considered how bad it was until one night when they had a fight and my mom said she’d had enough of my dad spending so much time at work.
Right away he started to defend himself by saying he was doing it for the sake of the family and that he wasn’t having an affair or anything like that, at which point she started to laugh.
She told him she knew he wasn’t having an affair because he was too committed to his job to take time off for such a thing. The simple fact was that she’d found someone else and she was the one having an affair. The man had asked her to move in with him and she wanted a divorce.
You may note that he asked ‘her’ to move in with him not ‘us’. So there I was, 17 years old and living with a father who was never home. It’s not like I minded or anything since he had never been around before the divorce but about a year and a half later things changed.
I was almost 19 and had just graduated from high school. I had decided to take a year off before leaving for college on a partial swimming scholarship and had absolutely nothing planned except to enjoy life. That was when Dad brought Constance home.
Constance, aka Connie, is 5-foot, 6-inches tall in stocking feet but as I said she’s always wearing heels so she’s actually closer to 5-foot, 9-inches. She was 25 years old when I met her and a research assistant at the company where my dad worked. Her hair was a soft auburn and her eyes were the color of a sweet milk-chocolate. Her skin was creamy-white with freckles, though they are hard to find now because of the ‘all-over tan’ that she’s acquired. And to make her even more of a young man’s ‘wet dream’, her measurements are 36D-27-38 (though I didn’t find that out until later) perfectly balanced on a pair of statuesque legs.
When dad brought her home for dinner that first night she was dressed in a form-fitting green dress that exposed more than enough of her cleavage to instantly give me a hard-on. She also wore coffee-colored hose and green heels to match the dress that clicked from the instant she got out of the car. I barely remember what we talked about as we sat around that table. In fact, the only thing I remember is fantasizing about what she was or wasn’t wearing under her dress. Needless to say, I excused myself as soon as we were done and spent the rest of the evening with my hand vigorously running up and down my swollen member.
The next morning I got up early, hopped in the shower and was just heading back to my room when she came out of my dad’s room. I had no idea she had spent the night but it was pretty obvious since all she was wearing was one of his white dress shirts, which was only being kept closed by the lower two buttons, and her heels.
“Good morning,” she said cheerfully as she stretched her arms above her head.
The very sight of her sent my hormones into a whirl as her breasts were pressed against the shirt, outlining her distended nipples. The shirt had climbed upwards until it scarcely covered her womanly treasures. At the same time. the heady aroma of her womanhood flooded my nostrils as I mumbled, “Morning.” As fate would have it, it was at that exact moment that my towel slipped loose and fell to the floor revealing my growing hard-on.
Instinctively, her eyes were drawn to it. “Nice,” she whispered as she unconsciously licked her lips.
Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoy it when a woman complements me and my ‘stuff’ but Connie was a ‘woman’ in every sense, not just a high school girl, and she had just spent the night with my dad. Embarrassed, I scooped up the towel and wrapped it around my waist as I spun and almost sprinted for my bedroom.
Phrases like, “Perv, asshole, dipshit,” and others flooded my mind as I thought about what had just happened. That is, until I remembered what she’d done … or what she hadn’t done. She didn’t get upset or yell, she hadn’t even seemed embarrassed, instead she had complimented me. Instantly, my cock hardened again and I spent the next hour ‘jacking-off’ as my mind imagined me making love to her instead of my dad.
After that first dinner together, Connie became a routine fixture around the house until one evening dad announced that she was moving in and they were getting married. I swear you could have heard a pin drop, until I finally muttered, “Ok, whatever makes you happy.”
Dad’s face seemed to beam at my response, while Connie smiled an impish grin that revealed absolutely nothing at all.
The next Saturday morning the moving truck appeared and I spent most of the day helping haul boxes and furniture into the house. When everything was done, dad ordered pizza and we headed for the pool in the backyard.
Since I had been wearing shorts all day I instantly dove in and began to swim laps. Shortly afterwards I heard the distinct ‘click, click, click’ of Connie’s heels. When I looked up she was stretched out on a lounge chair wearing a deep blue bikini and, of course, matching heels. The very sight caused me to choke on some water.
“Are you ok?” my dad asked.
“Ya,” I replied but when I looked at Connie all I saw was that impish grin again.
Two weeks later they were married. Time flowed by as Connie settled in. Each day she and dad would drive to work together, leaving me a list of chores or favors to do. By 5 o’clock, one or both of them would be home and we’d have dinner, followed by ‘family time’ as we’d discuss the day’s events before heading our own ways for the rest of the evening. Yet, there were subtle changes taking place as well.
I’m not sure if my dad noticed it right away but as soon as they got home Connie began changing into ‘something more comfortable’ which usually meant something with less material. Tube-tops, ‘Daisy-dukes’, peasant tops, hip-huggers, all of them worn with a matching pair of heels and usually without a bra, or so I thought. It was during this same time that I saw her ‘impish grin’ more and more frequently.
By the end of the second month, I was honestly thinking of moving out. The combination of hearing their bedsprings squeaking several times a week along with her impish grin was driving me nuts. The fact that she had almost caught me checking out her lingerie drawer several days before may have also had a little to do with it too.
That night I went to bed early trying to figure out how to explain to my dad why I was planning on moving out. Several hours later I awoke to the sounds of squeaking bedsprings and the headboard knocking on the wall that separated my room from theirs but something was different.
The sound of her voice was muffled as if filtered through the wall “… don’t stop. Fuck me. Make me cum. I want to feel your cum filling my pussy. Harder … harder … no … not yet … just a little bit more … not yet … almost there …” Then I suddenly heard her cry out, “NNNNOOOOOO,” in anguish. Afterwards the springs stopped squeaking and the house went silent. After several moments I heard their muffled voices again and slipped from my bed. Tip-toeing down the hall, I listened.
“I’m sorry, baby. You just get me so turned on I couldn’t seem to hold back,” I heard my father almost pleading for forgiveness.
“I understand but it’s getting to be an every time event,” Connie retorted. “You get your rocks off and now I’m stuck here like this. I almost can’t remember the last time I had an orgasm.”
Shocked at what I was hearing, I started to head back to my room only to be betrayed by a creaky board in the floor.
“What was that?” I heard her whisper.
Once again, the bedsprings squeaked as I quickly scurried into my room, just making it as I heard their door open. In a whisper I heard my dad call my name but I didn’t reply.
Afterwards, I heard more muttering before everything went silent.
My dreams that night were even more intense and detailed then they had been in the past and when I woke up I found that I needed to change my bed sheets as well as get washed up. When I was done, I headed for the pool only to find Connie already there.
Approaching her from the rear, all I saw was the top of her head as I called out, “Hey. Don’t you have work today?”
“I called in sick,” she replied.
“Is everything ok?” I asked, not really paying attention. “No,” was all I heard as I dove into the water and began to swim my usual 25 laps.
When I was finished, I pulled myself up to the side of the pool only to see one of the most beautiful and alluring sights of my life. Connie was stretched out on the lounge chair but this time she was wearing a black sling swimsuit made entirely of mesh. To say it hid everything and nothing would be a good description. Instantly, my cock began to harden.
Glancing up, I once again saw her impish grin as she said, “Do you like what you see?”
“Aahhh … mmmm … ya, I mean, I guess so.”
Looking me straight in the eyes she replied, “I think you should come up here and join me. We need to talk … especially after last night.”
“Last night?” I answered, trying to act as if I didn’t know what had happened.
“YES, LAST NIGHT,” she repeated in a stern tone.
Reluctantly, I climbed from the pool glad that the cool water and the tone in her voice had helped to deflate my cock from its growing state. I grabbed a towel from the drying line and wrapped it around my waist before taking a seat on a lawn chair facing her. “Ok …?” I started.
“Listen, I know you were outside your dad’s and my bedroom door last night and that you obviously heard what was said.”
Acting the innocent I didn’t say a thing.
“I also know about you sneaking into the bedroom and going through my lingerie drawer as well as why you spend so much time in your bedroom and the bathroom!”
“Wha …? How …? I ahhhh …” I trailed off unsure of what to say.
“Ok, now that we’ve got that out of the way let’s hear the truth about last night. Were you or were you not outside the door?”
“Ahha. And did you or did you not hear what was being said?”
“Ya, I heard.”
“Good. Finally some honesty,” she said haughtily. “Then you know your father and I are having some problems in bed. Don’t get me wrong, he is a very considerate lover but he’s … well … he’s getting older and that means that there are certain things he’s not able to do or at least not as often as he used to. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Ya,” I said, though I wasn’t actually sure.
“Ok then,” she sighed in relief. “The problem is that I’m just coming into my peak of sexuality while your father has past his. He tries his best to please me and quite often he’s able to do it by … ummmm … other means,” she continued as she stuck her tongue out and acted as if she were licking something.
Blushing, I looked down at the ground while thinking, “TMI.”
“Last night was one of those nights when it wasn’t enough and, unfortunately, those nights are becoming more and more frequent.”
My mind spun as I tried to take it all in. “Ok, so my dad’s not able to totally satisfy her but what does that have to do with me?”
Everything went silent as she sat there apparently trying how to continue. “So … ummm … your dad and I … well … we talked and … ahhhh … I might be spending some time away to … ahhhh … take care of my needs.”
Shocked and angry I jumped from the chair. “So what you’re saying is that because my dad ‘can’t take care of your needs’ you’re going to be going out so you can cheat on him and get fucked!!”
“IT’S NOT CHEATING,” she retorted. “We talked about it and he agreed.”
“Ya, right!!” I fumed as I walked away from her and into the house.
Shortly afterwards, I heard the clicking of her heels as she entered the house, heading directly for my bedroom door where she stopped briefly, before going back into the living room.
Dinner that night was subdued, to say the least. The three of us sat there hardly saying a word until my dad brought up the topic we had all been avoiding.
“I understand you and Connie had a talk today.”
Surprised, I replied, “Ya,” before even realizing I had opened my mouth.
“I also understand you weren’t exactly thrilled by what you heard.”
“That would be the polite way of saying it,” I snarled as I looked at Connie.
“May I ask what you’re so upset about?”
Flaring, I answered, “She’s talking about cheating on you and letting some other guy fuck her. THAT’S what I’m upset about!!”
“Hmmmm, so what if there were another solution?”
“What?” a look of surprise filled our face’s as Connie and I asked in unison.
Sitting back he looked at both of us. “Let’s be perfectly honest here. Connie, you’ve been teasing Jim since the first time you met him. I’m not blind nor stupid. I’ve seen the way you dress or rather undress when you’re around him and I’ve seen the way you look at him when you think I won’t notice. You on the other hand, Jim, have spent so much time jacking-off in your bedroom I’m surprised you haven’t worn yourself out or broken a hole in the wall.”
Neither of us were sure what to say so we sat there silently until dad finished.
“Sooooo … the obvious choice is for the two of you to become lovers.”
“WHAT???” I yelled as I jumped up almost knocking the table over.
“You heard me,” he replied. “I think maybe the solution to this problem is right here in this house. Connie needs a lover. One capable of taking care of needs that I can no longer totally satisfy and you need … well … you need an outlet for the desires you’ve developed since Connie moved in.”
Connie slowly stood and looked as my father before saying, “This is ridiculous.” After which, she turned and left the room.
That night I heard them talking long into the night before finally falling asleep and when I got up the next morning the house was empty except for a note I found on the kitchen table.
Sorry if what I said last night shocked you. It’s simply that I’ve become more and more aware of my ‘limitations’ in the bed since Connie moved in. I guess your mom was right when she said I spent too many of my younger years at work. I was just being honest and looking for something that would work for all involved.
That evening dad didn’t come home, instead he called and left a message saying he had work to do on a project and would see Connie and I the next day.
As usual, Connie came home just after 5 and instantly got into ‘something more comfortable’ which tonight consisted of a loose-fitting white top, a cream-colored skirt, and, of course, flesh-colored hose with heels.
You could feel the tension in the room as we ate dinner and it wasn’t until we had finished that Connie started a conversation. “You know, your father’s right. I have been teasing you almost since the first time I met you.”
“Can I ask why?” I enquired trying to pretend indifference in her answer.
“That’s kind of a long story.”
“Then give me the short version.”
“It started when I was in high school. I was a ‘late bloomer’ as the saying goes. A lot of the other students teased me and I hated it. A boy who I had the biggest crush on was the worst. He was a swimmer just like you. Then during the summer between my sophomore and junior year I blossomed. My tits grew, my hips developed curves and I found that I loved to wear heels. The first day I returned to school you can only imagine how many of those same students just stared when I walked by. The same boy who just months before teased me now wanted to be my boyfriend. It made me realize just how much power a woman can have if she has the right assets.” She finished with a flourish of her hand over her body.
“It was the same with you when I first started seeing your dad. After the first night when you pretended not to notice or be interested in me, it became a contest. I enjoyed trying to catch you watching me. Then later on it became more of a challenge. I knew you understood what I was doing yet you still tried to hide it. That is when I started wearing less and less around the house. I figured if I couldn’t catch you watching me, at least I’d know you had been by your body’s reaction.”
“What reaction?” I asked trying to pretend I didn’t know what she was talking about.
“This,” she murmured as I suddenly felt her nylon-covered foot rub across my lap under the table.
For an instant I thought of pulling away but then I remembered how she had just said that she had felt this had become a challenge … a challenge I was going to do everything in my power not to lose. Gritting my teeth, I tried every trick I could think of to avoid responding to her touch … everything that is except leaving.
Unfortunately, there are times when no amount of will power overrides the body’s natural responses and I soon felt my cock begin to harden under her touch.
“Mmmmmm … that feels nice,” she crooned as she continued to rub across my lap. “I remember the first time I saw it … nice and long and thick,” she finished as I saw her shiver.
Surrendering to the needs and desires she had awoken, I stood and walked around the table to where she was sitting. “Care for a closer look?”
“Yessssss,” she sighed as she reached for my belt. Within seconds it was opened as were my pants which now lay pooled around my ankles.
The next thing I felt was her hand wrapped around my cock sliding up and down its length and the warm, wetness of her mouth as it engulfed it. Once in place, she released my cock and placed her hands on my ass cheeks using them to pull me forward, driving my cock into her mouth and throat. A sloppy, gurgling sound filled the room as her saliva coated my member and dripped down it.
Instinctively, I wrapped my hands in her hair as I pumped in and out of her. Several times she seemed to gag yet she never stopped. When she did finally pull away, she quickly replaced her mouth with her hand as she pleaded, “More … more cock … treat me like the slut you think I am.”
Pulling from her grasp, my cock now hard and pointing directly at her, I replied, “Do you remember what you said about being teased … how much you hated it but that in the end you won?”
Her only response was a glazed look in her eyes and a slight nod of her head.
“Stand up,” I commanded.
As she stood, I grabbed the front of her blouse and yanked it. Buttons flew everywhere as they gave way exposing her bra. My cock jerked at the sight. Unable to go without at least something to hold her massive breasts in place she wore a black, lace half-cup bra which revealed her nipples. Even more enticing was the sight of a blue rose tattoo on her right breast.
“Interesting,” I murmured.
“It’s only temporary,” she replied. “I put on a different one a couple of times a month depending on my mood.”
“So what does this one mean,” I enquired as I ran my finger tip over it.
“That my love life is cold,” she answered.
Cupping the entire breast, I whispered as I leaned forward placing my lips against her ear. “Then maybe we should do like my dad suggested and see if we can’t get you warmed up.”
Her groans and the feel of her nipple hardening under my hand were all the answer I needed.
Leaning over, I latched onto a nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth. I used my tongue to lash and tickle the sensitive nub before switching and using my teeth to nip and scrape across it. Instantly, I felt her body quiver as goosebumps formed around the areola of the nipple and the delicate, heady aroma of her arousal wafted up to my nostrils.
“More,” she groaned as she guided my hand to her other breast.
Grasping her breast in my hand, I began to squeeze and kneed it, catching her nipple between my index finger and middle finger.
“Yessssssss,” she sighed.
Stepping forward, I guided and forced her to turn and step backwards until her buttocks were pressed against the table.
Instantly, she knew what I wanted. Looking over her shoulder, she pushed the dishes out of the way and with a slight hop, sat on the edge of the table.
It was if some primal need had taken over me as I tried to move between her legs yet the tightness of her dress stopped me. I grabbed her hips, dragged her off the table, and spun her around. Fumbling for a few seconds, I finally found the zipper tab and pulled it down. The skirt fell to the floor.
Stepping back, I once again stood in awe of the sight. Her blouse hung loosely from her shoulders while her hair flowed across the table hiding her face. Her breasts hung below her, the nipples just barely touching the table top. Around her waist she wore a black garter-belt that matched her half-bra.
“You’re not wearing …,” I stammered at the sight of her bare pussy and the womanly fluids that were covering it and her inner thighs.
“I was hoping …,” she said sensuously.
I tore my eyes from the vision before me and looked up. She had moved her hair from across her face and was looking over her shoulder at me … and there was that impish grin again. All hesitation or doubt evaporated as I moved towards her. Again grabbing her hips, I pulled her away from the table and spun her around before lifting her back onto it.
Her legs spread as I stepped between them. “Hoping for what? For this?” I snarled as I took my cock at the root and slapped it against her pussy.
A yelp escaped her lips as I continued. “Is this what you wanted … my cock?” I teased as I slid it up and down the furrow between her pussy lips.
Bracing herself on her elbows, she lay back to press her aroused pussy against me. “Yessss, I want it.”
“Ya, and just what do you want it for?” I knew that now was the time to either win or lose her challenge. I needed her to concede before I did anything more.
“I want it in me,” she replied as she attempted to regain some amount of control.
“Ohhh? In your mouth? In your pussy? Or maybe you want it in your ass?” I sneered as I slid my cock lower until it nudged against her sphincter.
“NOOOOOoooo,” she moaned. “I’ve never … I want it in my pussy. I want it sliding in and out of me. I want to feel it buried deep inside me when I cum.”
“Pretty selfish of you to only be concerned about when you cum,” I retorted.
“Please stop teasing me,” she pleaded softly. “I need this so bad.”
No longer able to keep up the charade, as if I didn’t want this as much as she did, I moved my cock back up to the opening of her pussy and pushed. The head slid past her lust-swollen outer lips and entered her. It felt as if I had entered the opening to a velvet coated volcano. The muscles within her tunnel undulated and drew me in deeper as her juices coated me. Leaning forward, I placed my hands on the either side of her on the table and continued to push deeper and deeper as she settled back onto the table.
“Yes … yes … yes … that’s it … fill my pussy with your cock … oooohhhhh … if I had known it would feel this good I would have …” she stopped abruptly as the head of my cock pressed the back of her pussy.
“Ohmigod, you’re deep,” she murmured as she wrapped her legs around my waist. “Just stay there … don’t move. I don’t remember the last time I had a cock this deep in me … this big. It’s like I have a fucking baseball bat or something inside me.”
I leaned over until my chest was pressed against hers and whispered in her ear, “And guess what? I’m not all the way inside you yet.” Then I gave one final push, burying my cock into her until my pubic hair mingled with hers and my balls slapped her ass.
“EEEEIIIIIIII,” she screamed while tightening her legs around my waist. Her arms wrapped around me and I felt the bite of her fingernails as they scratched across my back.
Her body quivered under me as she held me there. “Don’t move. PLEASE don’t move. So fucking big. Need time. Shhhhhhhh. Hurts sooooo fucking good,” she hissed.
Though I wasn’t a virgin, my previous times had been very limited so I had no idea what she was talking about when she said that ‘it hurt so good’. Twice I had ‘made it’ with a girl in school who insisted on being on top so she could control how deep I went. Once with a prostitute in an adjoining town who had jokingly said afterwards she wasn’t sure if she should take my money or have me charged with ‘assault with a pubic weapon’.
Minutes flowed by until I felt her loosen her grip on me and move her hips slightly. “Now, nice and slow, baby. Slide your cock in and out of me nice and easy. Mmmmm, it feels sooooo fucking good when you press against the back of my pussy.”
“I thought you said it hurt,” I blurted without even thinking how dense that might make me look.
Gently she pushed me away and looked into my eyes. “At the end of a woman’s pussy is her cervix. Do you know what that is?”
I vaguely remembered the name from my health class as I replied, “I’m not sure.”
“It’s the opening to a woman’s womb where she carries a child when she’s pregnant,” she whispered. “It’s also filled with nerves so for many woman it is very painful when her lover presses against it. For some women though, including me, it is also feels good. The feeling of pleasure and pain just seems to turn me on …,” she continued as she ground her pussy against me, “almost as much as feeling you pressing against my clit or your balls slapping against my ass.”
“Like this?” I queried, teasingly, as I slowly withdrew and then pushed back into her until my balls slapped her ass once again.
A loud moan erupted from her as her back arched and she pressed against me.
The muscles of her pussy convulsed and clung to me as I slowly withdrew until just the head of my cock was in her, then I paused. I could feel her using her legs to try and raise herself while pulling me down but I held my position until with one, long thrust, I buried myself in her again. Over and over I did this, watching the expression on her face each time I hit bottom.
“So this is what you wanted? What you needed?” I growled. “My dad once told me that the perfect woman was the prefect lady out of bed and the perfect slut in bed. Now I know what he’s talking about. You are ‘perfect’ aren’t you?”
Whimpers and groans filled the room as the table under us began to slide across the floor. “Ohhhhhh … yesssss … I am a slut … your slut. You can have me any time and any place you want me as long as you make me feel like this. Aaarrgghhh … Fuck me … ohhhhh … ya … ya … ya … just like that … pound me with your cock … fill me … ohmigod … so good,” she moaned as I slid in and out of her.
Then I suddenly became aware of another sound, “Click … click … click.” Looking over my shoulder I saw that each time I thrust into her, the high heels she was wearing hit each other causing the clicking. Somewhere inside of me it triggered something I had never been aware of and my desire for her surged as a pattern quickly developed; withdraw … thrust … moan … ‘click’, over and over again only to be joined by a wet, squishing sound that filled the room.
“Yes … yes … yes. Gonna cum … gonna cum … ohhhhhh … so close … so close,” I heard her murmur as I felt her tighten her hold around my waist once again.
The image of something I’d seen in an adult magazine suddenly flared before my mind’s eye as I whispered, “Maybe this will help,” before leaning over and sucking a nipple into my mouth. It was if an electrical switch had been thrown as she began to quiver and thrash beneath me.
“Yes … yes … yes … that’s it … suck my tits … bite my nipple … mark me … make me yours … ohmigod … ohmigod … ohmi … now … now … now … cummMMIIINNNGGGG,” she screeched as her body spasmed. At the same time, her hands wrapped around my neck holding me to her breast while her muscles of her pussy ran up and down the length of my shaft trying to pull my cum from me.
“Cum with me … fill me,” she implored.
It took every bit of willpower to hold off, only allowing the slightest bit of cum to escape from the tip of my cock.
The sensations were almost unbelievable. I could feel her pussy quivering around my cock and her nipple seemed to be pulsing with the beat of her heart. Her nylon-clad legs were wrapped around my waist as she ground her clit against me, and the warm, wet feeling of her juices poured from her and down my legs.
Time stood still for both of us as I waited for her to return from her orgasmic journey while continuing to slowly slide in and out of her womanhood. Her eyes fluttered open as she asked, “Why?”
“Why didn’t you cum, too? I wanted you to. I wanted to feel your cum flooding me,” she slurred.
My face turned beet-red as I thought of all the different answers I could give her. ‘You’re my step-mom. I could get you pregnant. I wanted to prove I’m better than any other lover you’ve ever had. I wanted to win the challenge,” the list seemed endless so I simply murmured, “I wasn’t sure you actually meant it.”
“I did and I do,” she said softly as she placed a hand on either side of my face and pulled me down to her.
Our lips met for the first time and fireworks seemed to go off inside my head, “What the fuck?” I asked myself as I felt her tongue gently probing across my lips seeking an opening. Instinctively, I opened them and felt her tongue glide inside. The delicate flavor of her strawberry lipstick carried with it. The world around us ceased to exist. The only thing that mattered at that moment was us; our tongues battling with each other, her breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples rubbing against mine, and my cock buried deep inside of her.
When we finally broke apart we were both shaking at the intensity of what we’d just shared. Quietly she asked, “Do you understand the difference between loving a person and being ‘in love’ with a person?”
“Ya, I guess so,” I responded, nonchalantly.
“Let me put it to you this way. I love your father. He is a truly caring and considerate man. A woman would have to be nuts not to feel lucky to have him in her life, unless she’s ‘in love’ with someone else. Do you remember me telling you about the boy in high school? The one I had the crush on?”
Silently, I nodded.
“Well, for me it was far more than that. I actually fell for him ‘hook, line, and sinker.’ I was madly ‘in love’ with him though he never realized it. When I came back from my ‘blossoming’ he wanted to be my boyfriend but I realized all he actually wanted was to get into my pants … and I probably would have let him if I hadn’t been so hurt by the way he’d treated me before.” She became silent while deciding how to continue. “You remind me a lot of that boy. Maybe that’s why I was so attracted to you from the beginning. Maybe that’s the real reason I teased you so much. All I know is that somewhere along the line I fell for you, too. I mean … well … I’m … ahhhh … I’m ‘in love’ with you,” she blurted out. “I want to be everything to you and do everything for you. I know I’ve been a real bitch at time, but to be honest that usually doesn’t happen unless I’m frustrated and horny. After what’s just happened here, I don’t think I’ll ever have to worry about that again.”
My head was in a whirl as I listened. I knew that I had been attracted to her, who wouldn’t? But ‘in love’? When I didn’t say anything she went on.
“I understand. What I just told you is a bit much.”
“What about my dad?”
She answered without hesitation. “Do you remember the other night when you listened at the bedroom door?”
After seeing me nod my head she continued. “Well, if you had come back you would have heard us talking about what had just happened.”
“Ya, I heard the muttering through the wall.”
“Could you hear what was said?”
“Well, we talked about what had just happened and he apologized. He said that he realized he couldn’t give me what I needed in bed or out of it. He told me that he was still ‘in love’ with your mom and would always feel guilty about what he had or hadn’t done in their life together. That was when I told him about how I felt … and how I felt about you.”
“So last night Dad knew?”
“And when he suggested that we become lovers?”
“He knew how I felt though I had no idea he was going to say anything to you.”
“Yaaaaa,” I replied partially in understanding and partially at the feel of her pussy muscles tightening around my deflating cock. “And what you said earlier about wanting to be mine any time and any place and wanting to feel my cum in you … did you mean it?”
“Yessss,” she purred seductively as she squeezed my cock with her inner muscles.
To this day I’m not sure why I did what I did next as I asked, “How about right now … in yours and dad’s bedroom?”
I saw the briefest of hesitation. Yes, I had made her cum but I hadn’t cum in her and we had done it here in the dining room not in their bedroom. She knew that if she said ‘yes’ there would be no going back. She would be giving herself to me entirely. Then in a low whisper she answered, “Yes.”
Wrapping her in my arms, I felt her lock her ankles behind my back as I lifted her off the table and waddled down the hallway to their bedroom, her pussy muscles holding me inside her. Gently, I lay her down only to have her release my cock as she moved away.
“Lay down. Your turn,” she said, a glint in her eyes.
I was no fool, beside this is exactly what the girl from school had done to me so I knew what was coming as I stretched out.
Quickly, she snuggled up against me as her hand wrapped around my deflated member. “You know that there might be times when this is all I can do for you,” she whispered, “or I could try to take your cock in my mouth and suck on it.” She said this in a teasing tone. “But right now there is something else you apparently need and I want,” she finished as she released my now hardened cock.
Flipping over, she straddled me and raised one leg. Taking my cock in her hand, she brought it to the opening of her pussy and rubbed it up and down the furrow between her nether lips. “Ohhhhhh, so sensitive,” she purred as her body quivered. Yet in the next moment, she slid it into her opening and took the entire length in one continuous motion. “Ohhhhhhhh …”
Instinctively, I reached up and took a breast in each hand as she began to glide up and down my pole.
“I like that. Play with my tits while I fuck you. Grab my tits. Squeeze them … mmmmm … harder. Pinch the nipples … yessssss … just like that. Ohhhhhh … so good. Now pull on them … they won’t break. Pull on them and then let them go so that snap back against me … ahhhhhh … just like that,” she murmured as she ground herself against me.
Looking down, I was enthralled by the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy.
“Do you like that? Do you like seeing your cock disappear into me?”
“Yes,” I groaned.
“And do you like it when I talk ‘dirty’? Do you like it when I say pussy or cock or, how about, tit or clit? Do you like that? Mmmmmm, I think so,” she replied when she felt my cock jerk inside of her. “And what about slut? Do you like it when I call myself a slut? Or maybe you like it more when you call me a slut like you did earlier,” she continued as her pace increased. “But do you know the one word that a woman only wants to hear when she’s as turned on as I am?” she queried.
Shaking my head she finished.
“Cunt. C – U – N – T. Cunt … cunt … cunt … what a marvelously dirty word,” she mumbled. “Call me a cunt, a slut, a whore, anything you want. Just fuck me. Pump up into me. Mmmmmm … so close. Fill my cunt with your cock. Fuck your step-mother / slut. Take me. Make me yours. Cum in me … breed me if you want.”
Overcome with lust from hearing her, I grabbed her hips and pounded up into her matching her rhythm, stroke for stroke.
“That’s it, lover. Fuck me … ya … ya … ya … like that … fill me … ohhhhhh … so fucking good … love your cock sliding in and out … mmmmm … not much longer … don’t stop … ohhhhh … ohhhhh … ohhhhhhh … happppeeEENNIINNGGGGGG,” she wailed.
This time the sensation was more than I could handle and I felt my balls constrict as my cum rocketed up the length of my shaft pouring strand after strand of cum into her, coating her pussy walls.
“AGGGAAAAAIIIINNNNNNNN,” she screamed as she threw her head back and cupped her own tits, pulling on the nipples while her body rocked on top of me. Suddenly, she collapsed on me and rolled over pulling me with her until now I was the one on top. “Hold me … hold me,” she pleaded over and over as she wrapped her legs around me again and the sound of ‘click, click, click,’ bounced off the walls.
How long we stayed like that I never knew, nor cared. When we finally relaxed, we stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms until exhaustion overtook us.
The following morning I woke early but Connie was already gone. Slowly pulling myself from bed, I shuffled into the kitchen, the sight awaiting me invigorating me instantly.
Connie stood by the kitchen counter staring out the window, dressed in a sheer white peignoir robe and white heels.
“Is this how you’re going to dress every morning?” I asked as my cock began to harden.
Looking back over her shoulder, her impish grin accompanied by a glint in her eyes, she replied, “Only if you want me to.”
“What about …?”
“I told you. Your dad and I talked about all of this. After last night I’m yours and only yours.”
“Do you remember what else you said?”
Looking down at my now fully hardened cock she smiled and said, “Any time and any place,” before pulling the back of her robe up.
I moved behind her and found that her heels brought her pussy up to the perfect height as I pressed my cock to her outer lips.
Putting her hands on either side of the window, she pushed back against me.
When her pussy lips opened it was if a dam had been breeched. Her pussy juices flowed, quickly coating my cock before dripping to the floor.
Instantly, she repositioned herself, spreading her legs further apart as she leaned over. “Now,” was all she said as she drove herself backwards impaling herself on me. For the next 20 minutes the only sound heard in the house was the wet, squishy sound of my cock pounding in and out of her accompanied by the sound of ‘click, click, click’ until I emptied my morning load of cum deep inside of her.
She later told me that at some point my father had returned home but then when he saw us all he did was smile and head into the back yard which is where we found him later.
That was six months ago. Since then my dad and Connie have gotten a quiet divorce which absolutely no one but the three of us know about. After all, it would definitely seem strange for a woman to continue to live with her ex-husband and teenage son, no matter the circumstances. Dad also insisted that Connie and I move into the Master Bedroom saying that we needed it far more than he did.
After moving into my old room he also bought us a new queen-sized bed, jokingly, making a comment about all the squeaking and bumping noises.
Recently, he also told us that he was going to be staying overnight at a ‘friend’s house’ occasionally.
We didn’t bother to ask since I heard that my mom had broken up with her previous lover and moved into a condo about six blocks away. I also heard that she has taken up a far more alluring style of dressing including hose and of course heels that go ‘click, click, click’ wherever she goes.
Two brief notes to my readers.
Number one. The reason I routinely place my step-mom / step-son stories in the INCEST category is because according to an on-line dictionary incest is described as “Sexual activity between family members or close relatives. This typically includes sexual activity between people in a consanguineous relationship (blood relations), and sometimes those related by affinity, such as individuals of the same household, step relatives, those related by adoption or marriage, or members of the same clan or lineage..
Number two. I’ve learned that the best stories are those that contain at least some portion of real life events. It could be the setting, the events, or the actual sex … I’ll never tell which.