Discretion in Plain Sight Chapter 2
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Tyler was only 12 when his mother died from an alcohol problem. He was 14 when his dad remarried and chose a 22 year old trophy wife, Erica. His dad was a marketing executive with a mid-six figure income, plus bonuses and was pretty open about why he wanted Erica as his second wife. She was beautiful, stacked, young and, it goes without saying, hot. She was blonde, blue-eyed, 5'9" tall, DD-cup tits, slim waist, curvy ass and long, shapely legs. She easily could have been a model, but had majored in marketing and was an intern for Tyler's dad at the time the boy's mother died.
When Erica first met Tyler, he was kind of scrawny, dark haired, awkward looking and sullen acting - at least around his father. She noticed that while he was generally withdrawn, he was always pleasant with her and they seemed to get along well. He didn't act out or seem to resent her in the classic "You're not my mom, why are you here" way she had expected. The only time he seemed to be a problem was around his father.
His father, on the other hand, was rarely a pleasant person at home. He had made it clear to Erica that his expectations were simple and had little to do with love. He expected her to be available for dinner parties when he was entertaining clients, to coordinate dinner parties at their home on occasion and otherwise be available to him for sex when he wanted it. In fact, he had told her one time, "I won't lie to you. I fuck whoever I want. I assume you will eventually do the same. But if I ever hear rumors of you screwing someone or I catch you screwing someone, I will make sure you spend the rest of your life below the poverty line. Otherwise, you have a generous allowance to spend as you wish with no strings attached." Erica was okay with that. She was looking for a sugar daddy and that was what she got. She was tired of being pawed at, hit on, and poor. She decided her looks should be worth something and she turned into a better gig than she was going to get with her degree. But she was getting lonely and she was nervous about looking for a lover. The last thing she wanted was the wrath of her husband coming down on her. She just wished the sex was better. It mostly consisted of him wanting her to give him head as foreplay and if he didn't cum in her mouth, he would climb on top of her and fuck for three minutes, cum, and go to sleep. She rarely got much satisfaction from it herself.
Now, she was 27 and Tyler was 19. He was a freshman at the city college. He had longed to go away to school but his father refused to pay for any of his education even though he was quite wealthy and wouldn't miss the money. He argued that a young man should learn to fend for himself and earn his own way. Erica argued on Tyler's behalf that he should get a leg up on others by going to a better school and not have split his time between studies and working to pay his bills. His father was deaf to the idea and would not talk about it. One day, between semesters, his father was getting ready to leave town on business for a few days. His bags were packed and he was waiting for the limo to pick him up for the ride to the airport.
"Tyler, while you are between semesters, I have a list of things I expect you to get done while I am gone. Make sure they are finished before I get home."
"Okay," Tyler replied, mostly letting it go in one ear and out the other. He had seen the list and had most of it done already, but his father was too distracted to even notice.
"Okay? Is that all you can say?" his dad was clearly annoyed at mostly being ignored.
"Yes, SIR!" said his son, standing up and saluting his father in mocking fashion.
His father rolled his eyes, "Quit being a shit and show some respect. There is no need to be a sarcastic ass."
The limo arrived and his father left without a goodbye, a kiss for his wife, or any other sentimentality before he slammed the door on both of them.
"Tyler," Erica started carefully, "I know your father is a difficult man, but you could try a little harder yourself, you know."
She sat down next to him on the sofa where he was parked with his arms folded, looking like the sullen 14 year old she first met. Erica and Tyler had always been able to talk to each other, enjoyed each other's company, and Tyler viewed her almost like an older sister than as a step-mom. She viewed him the same way in reverse more than as a nuisance getting in the way of a hot new romantic marriage. She enjoyed being around him and having their deep discussions. Now he was a grown man, with broad shoulders, a lean body, a thick, dark beard, although he chose to keep himself shaved, and looked mature and ready to take on the world. He was intelligent, studied, and they enjoyed reading some of the same books and then talking about them. He treated her like a lady and she appreciated that more than she could express to him.
"You're right. I should try harder. But let's face it. My father is not a "difficult man." He is a complete asshole. I see how he treats you. You see how he treats me. We are things, tools to be used or servants to be ordered about. He treated my mother the same way, only worse. He always bitched at her about her looks, about her drinking, about the fact that she did not cook much or didn't do it well when she did cook. One night he was on her about her figure and said she had looked like hell ever since she gave birth to me. She really got plastered that night. You know, he never once tucked me in bed. Mom rarely did and when she did, she smelled like a whiskey barrel. He drove her to drink. She couldn't stand all the criticism and his constant fucking around on her. I tend to think he is as guilty as she is that she is dead now."
Erica was so sad to listen to this man-c***d still sorting through all of the trauma and disappointment in his life that she had tears welling in her eyes. Tyler noticed when one escaped ran down her cheek.
"I'm sorry, Erica. You shouldn't have to listen to me bitch about your husband. All I know is he can treat me any way he wants. I don't give a shit. But if I were him, I would treat you like a fine jewel. I would have my ass home every night and you would have a housekeeper and anything you wanted."
"You are a sweet young man. I do wish you were your father. We'd be a whole lot happier."
She put her arm around his shoulder and leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Her tits pressed into his arm and he loved the way they felt so soft, yet firm as the pressed around his arm. He only wished they were in his hands - and bare.
"I tell you what I think we should do. I think I should fix us some dinner and since you don't have any homework for a few days and your chore list is already nearly complete, I think we should spend the evening imagining where we would go and what we would do if it were just the two of us. Then we can flop on the sofa in the family room and watch a movie. We can get our minds off things and maybe even do a little holiday planning. What do you think?"
"That sounds fine, Erica. You know, I really appreciate your approach to life, with my dad, and especially with me. This may sound silly, but you are actually the best friend I have."
"Thank you, Tyler. And I am honored to be your best friend."
Erica went about fixing Tyler his favorite meal, spaghetti and meatballs, with a side salad and even a bottle of wine. His dad would never let him drink since he wasn't 21, but Erica treated him like an adult in every sense of the word. They enjoyed the peace and quiet of dinner together and talked about the book they had both just finished. She had read it first and passed it on to him. It was historical fiction with several elements of romance to it but nothing graphic. She was surprised to learn that Tyler liked the romantic aspects of the novel as much as the rest of the story. After discussing the novel, they cleaned up the dinner mess and then sat in the family room to carry on their plans for the evening.
"So where would we go first, Tyler? Where would you take me on our first trip?"
"I remember going to England when I was about 10 and we visited this castle. There was this large ballroom and the guide talked about the formal dances that took place in that room. I would take you to a castle and dance the evening away with you, just like we were prince and princess."
Erica was touched by his romantic idea. "You know what? Turn on some slow music that you like and we can dance right here and pretend we are in a castle and you are a prince and I am a princess."
"Sure, why not?" Tyler said with a smile. "Although I am a poor dancer. You might want to put on some steel toed boots."
She laughed and said she thought she could be careful enough in her bare feet not to get stepped on. Tyler selected several songs and began the music. He bowed dramatically and extended his hand. They both laughed at his melodramatic invitation to dance and she took his hand and stood close to him as they did their best to imitate a waltz style of dancing. It didn't take long before they just settled for the basic two step slow dance. Erica rested her head on Tyler's shoulder and closed her eyes, imagining she was with a man she loved - a prince maybe - and that the dancing would lead to passionate love making later. Late into the second song, she thought she felt a stiffness pressing against her lower abdomen and wondered if she was making Tyler hard. By the end of the third song she knew for a fact that he was hard and she was beginning to think he might also be "gifted" in that department. As she thought about it, she felt herself getting wet in the crotch. When the song ended, she stepped away from Tyler and without him seeing her stare, noticed he had a definite bulge in his pants. She was flattered that he had not tried to make any moves on her even though he was clearly aroused by her touch. Her phone rang and she saw that it was her husband and she answered. Tyler paused the music.
"Hi baby. I am safe at my hotel. It was a long flight and I am ready to take it easy. Just wanted to you to know all is well."
"Thanks for telling me. All is good here, too."
"Make sure that dumb ass k** of mine gets his chore list taken care of. Will talk to you more later tomorrow."
"Bye."
"He is so loving," said Tyler sarcastically. "No I love you's. No I miss you's, nothing. Just make sure the dumb ass k** of mine gets his work done. What a prick."
"Now, now, let's not go back there again. So we have danced in our castle as prince and princess. Now what?"
Tyler blushed. "Well, if I were the prince, I would whisk you away to our chambers and make love to you the rest of the night. But since we are step-mother and step-son, I guess from here it is settling in to watch a movie. Where would you take us and what would we do?"
"I would whisk you upstairs to our chamber and make love to you all night." was her response. And there was nothing whimsical about it. It came out as a matter of fact invitation of sorts. "In fact, I think that is exactly what we should do. We are not related. We have so much in common. We enjoy each other's company. And I think you make an excellent prince. So I think you should take me upstairs to my bed and we do what princes and princesses do in their chamber."
"Dad would kill us both - slowly and painfully." Tyler countered, but clearly interested.
"One more reason to go upstairs to my bed - and his - and fuck all night in it. It'll be our little poke in the eye to your asshole father who wasn't tired and going to bed. I heard a woman in the background and he is probably already screwing her as we speak. We might as well enjoy the same treat."
Tyler could not believe what he was hearing, but he was not going to waste any time and let it slip through his hands. He took his step-mother by the hand and led her up the stairs just like a gentleman should and walked her into her bedroom.
"Now, let me take the lead from here, Tyler. I want this first time for us to be special for you. How many times or how many girls have you had sex with before me?"
He hung his head, "You are my first."
"Honestly? That is good. I can teach you everything you need to know. You don't have to worry about my satisfaction tonight, sweetie. Let's just do things my way tonight and we can practice while your dad is away."
"You mean this isn't just a one time thing? It's not the wine talking?"
"I hope we both enjoy it enough to keep it going. Now quit asking questions and let me undress you." She unbuttoned the one button on his polo shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing a smooth, muscular chest. Then she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and unzipped the fly and pulled them down over his bulge and he awkwardly stepped out of them. She ran her hand over his stiff cock, pointing up in his briefs, causing him to let out a sigh and take a deep breath. She ran her hand down and cupped his large balls and then ran her hand back up his shaft, then pulled his briefs to the floor, letting his long, hard cock pop out. She was surprised since he was a virgin to find that he kept himself closely trimmed, but she appreciated it. Erica stood up and unbuttoned her blouse. She preferred to go bra-less whenever she could get away with it, so when she finished unbuttoning her top, her DD-cup tits popped free and her nipples pointed straight at Tyler's face.
"Gently put your hands on them and squeeze. Rub the nipples too if you like."
Tyler reached out and placed both hands on her tits and did as she instructed. Then he leaned over and licked each nipple and then began to suck on them. She cooed her approval of his technique. She turned around and pressed her ass against his cock and twerked him and allowed him to look over her shoulder and cup her tits in his hands while her ass rubbed his cock. She turned around again and unbuttoned her shorts and slid them sensually down her thighs to the floor, revealing a thong that hid virtually nothing. She removed it to reveal a shaved pussy. She walked up to him and wrapped her hand around his shaft. The fact that she could almost wrap both hands around it like a baseball bat gave her an estimate that he was at least eight inches long. But what she was most impressed with was his girth. She could barely get her fingers to touch her thumb when she gripped it. She was more impressed with girth than with length because girth would assure her clit would get all the action it wanted, which meant she should get to cum as much as she wanted unless he was a minute man. Tyler had seen enough porn on the internet to know how it all worked and he was feeling Erica's ass and back to her big beautiful tits and then ran a finger between her pussy lips, getting a gasp of pleasure from her.
"Lie on the bed, sweetie. I want your first cum to be in my mouth. You'll last longer when we fuck if you have already cum once. Especially since this is your first time."
Tyler laid down on his back, spread out wide on the bed. Erica climbed onto the bed between his legs. Her heavy tits hung just beyond his stiff cock and she looked at him with a hunger and an energy he did not know she possessed. She lowered her head, grabbed his thick shaft and stuck out her tongue to taste his pre-cum and begin to lick the head of his cock, getting it sloppy wet. She stroked him lightly as she polished his knob and then went to work sucking his rod and taking several inches into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat. Tyler could feel the roughness of her tongue stimulating his cock and then he felt her hand cup his large balls. As she twirled his nuts in her hand, her mouth continued its up and down motion, sucking hard, encouraging his balls to give up their treasure. He would not last long and they both knew it. As Erica kept up the pressure with her tongue she could feel and see the telltale signs that he was about to spew his cum into her mouth. The first shot rocketed from his cock and hit the back of her throat and slid right down. The second and third did the very same thing. The last few shots were weaker and less voluminous, but thicker. She loved the taste of his cum and took her time savoring what stayed in her mouth.
After making sure his cock was clean and offered no more of his tasty treat, she crawled up the bed to meet him face to face and they shared a long passionate kiss. He felt her ass and anything else while they kissed.
"Now it is your turn, honey. I want you eat my pussy."
She gave him the basic instructions and prepared herself to be disappointed and frustrated when they were done. But just the opposite happened. Tyler proved to be quite attentive and quickly figured out from her responses what worked. He continued what worked, sucking on her clit, occasionally sliding his tongue in deeper, and mixing up the variety until she told him she might cum. There was no "might" to it. She grabbed the bed sheets, locked her legs around his head and humped upward on his face as her climax rocked her world. She screamed out her pleasure, pulled his hair, squeezed her legs so tight he could not move left or right, and made every second count of the climax she had not experienced in ages.
"Oh, fuck! That was fantastic! Fuck! I could go for that again. Thank you, Tyler."
Tyler said nothing. He just took her at her word and dove in for another round. He loved the feel of her soft pussy on his tongue, the ripply inner lining that seemed so soft and uneven. He liked the feel of her hard little nub in his mouth and the taste was tangy sweet. He even loved the smell of her female scent. He repeated his first round and even more quickly brought her to another climax than he had the first time. He got the same response from her.
"Shit! You gotta stop, Tyler. I need a breather." Erica said panting as if she had just finished a marathon.
They laid side by side on the bed. Tyler had a big slab of wood obviously expecting some attention lying on his abdomen. Erica was not going to let it go to waste. She climbed on top and suggested he play with her tits or grab her ass while she did the fucking the first time around. She straddled his hips, aimed his cock at her wet, dripping pussy and lowered it onto his shaft. Tyler could feel the same sensations on his cock that he felt with his tongue. The smooth ripples of her pussy walls, the warmth, all of it bearing down on his cock, now hungry for its first fuck. Erica had not had a cock this thick before and it took her a couple of minutes to get it right the way she wanted it. When she did, she lowered herself all the way and felt her clit begin to burn with excitement as she began to ride Tyler's thick rod. Tyler reached up and grasped her heavy tits as the began to bounce and sway as she fucked him. He pinched her nipples until they were hard and bright pink in color. He squeezed her tits together and otherwise just enjoyed the soft firmness of them.
"Later, after we had other fun, you can tit fuck me. Guys like doing that too. And I like watching a guy cum on my tits."
She continued a steady pace and was surprised when she looked at the clock on the nightstand that Tyler had already lasted five minutes and did not threaten to cum yet. She could feel her arousal and the building of something special begin to rise up in her at the very core of her body. She rested her hands on the side of the bed on either side of Tyler's shoulders and increased the pace.
"By the way, Tyler, I am on the pill, so you can cum inside me and not have to worry about anything."
"Thanks. To be honest it didn't cross my mind, but it should have. I am sorry."
"No need to be sorry. A man doesn't think with his brain when his cock is hard. It's a fact."
She continued to fuck and now her body was starting to tingle in several areas. Her pussy, her tits, even more remote parts of her body began to react to what her pussy was telling them. We are going to cum and even her toes knew it. The climax exploded almost out of nowhere even though she could feel it building, it went the last half of the distance in an instant. Every muscle contracted. Her nipples felt like they were going to pop off of her tits like buttons under too much strain. Her toes curled until they almost cramped. Her mouth hung open even though no sound came out. Then the sound came out. It was a mix of shock, ecstasy, and energy that had to be released or she would die. When she came down from her physical high, she realized she was still fucking and Tyler looked like he was getting close himself. She fucked him harder and faster.
"Oh, Oh, I'm gonna...gonna...cummmm!" Tyler launched another load of cum like the first one he fed her mouth earlier. Erica could feel every sensation in her pussy from the warmth of his cum, the trembling of his cock, the pressure of his upward movement trying to go deeper and deeper into her. Erica relaxed and laid down on top of him and they caressed like lovers do for a few minutes. Then Tyler rolled her over on her back, keeping his cock inside her. He started humping her at first then propped himself up like she had done and actually began to fuck her.
"You are still hard? Holy fuck! I forgot what it is like to fuck a young guy. Your dad would already be asleep by now."
Tyler said nothing, but looked into her eyes not in the way of a crazed sex fiend, but like a truly worshipful lover who wanted to shut out the entire world except for the two of them and to eliminate every sensation other than the sexual ones they shared at that moment. And he was successful. Neither of them knew the time, cared about the rest of the night or the next day. All that mattered at that moment was the pleasure they were getting from his cock in her pussy and the fucking they were both enjoying. She helped him to establish the best angle for her pleasure as well as his, ultimately and guided him with a sustainable rhythm and speed. Erica could not have asked for more. He fucked her for twenty minutes this time and made her cum twice before he finally emptied himself inside her once again.
"I think you and I are going to have all kinds of fun. Your dad will never suspect, there will be no security cameras showing men coming or going or me leaving without returning with groceries or something. But we both get our brains fucked out as much as we want. And for a beginner, you are fucking awesome!"
They napped off and on through the night, fucked when they would wake up, occasionally swapped oral, tasting their own cum on the other person, until they estimated that Tyler had busted a nut seven times that night. Erica had no clue how many times she had cum. She estimated that she averaged three for every one of his, but couldn't say for sure. All she knew was her pussy was tired, her clit a little tender, and her sex drive well satisfied. At least until tomorrow...
When Erica first met Tyler, he was kind of scrawny, dark haired, awkward looking and sullen acting - at least around his father. She noticed that while he was generally withdrawn, he was always pleasant with her and they seemed to get along well. He didn't act out or seem to resent her in the classic "You're not my mom, why are you here" way she had expected. The only time he seemed to be a problem was around his father.
His father, on the other hand, was rarely a pleasant person at home. He had made it clear to Erica that his expectations were simple and had little to do with love. He expected her to be available for dinner parties when he was entertaining clients, to coordinate dinner parties at their home on occasion and otherwise be available to him for sex when he wanted it. In fact, he had told her one time, "I won't lie to you. I fuck whoever I want. I assume you will eventually do the same. But if I ever hear rumors of you screwing someone or I catch you screwing someone, I will make sure you spend the rest of your life below the poverty line. Otherwise, you have a generous allowance to spend as you wish with no strings attached." Erica was okay with that. She was looking for a sugar daddy and that was what she got. She was tired of being pawed at, hit on, and poor. She decided her looks should be worth something and she turned into a better gig than she was going to get with her degree. But she was getting lonely and she was nervous about looking for a lover. The last thing she wanted was the wrath of her husband coming down on her. She just wished the sex was better. It mostly consisted of him wanting her to give him head as foreplay and if he didn't cum in her mouth, he would climb on top of her and fuck for three minutes, cum, and go to sleep. She rarely got much satisfaction from it herself.
Now, she was 27 and Tyler was 19. He was a freshman at the city college. He had longed to go away to school but his father refused to pay for any of his education even though he was quite wealthy and wouldn't miss the money. He argued that a young man should learn to fend for himself and earn his own way. Erica argued on Tyler's behalf that he should get a leg up on others by going to a better school and not have split his time between studies and working to pay his bills. His father was deaf to the idea and would not talk about it. One day, between semesters, his father was getting ready to leave town on business for a few days. His bags were packed and he was waiting for the limo to pick him up for the ride to the airport.
"Tyler, while you are between semesters, I have a list of things I expect you to get done while I am gone. Make sure they are finished before I get home."
"Okay," Tyler replied, mostly letting it go in one ear and out the other. He had seen the list and had most of it done already, but his father was too distracted to even notice.
"Okay? Is that all you can say?" his dad was clearly annoyed at mostly being ignored.
"Yes, SIR!" said his son, standing up and saluting his father in mocking fashion.
His father rolled his eyes, "Quit being a shit and show some respect. There is no need to be a sarcastic ass."
The limo arrived and his father left without a goodbye, a kiss for his wife, or any other sentimentality before he slammed the door on both of them.
"Tyler," Erica started carefully, "I know your father is a difficult man, but you could try a little harder yourself, you know."
She sat down next to him on the sofa where he was parked with his arms folded, looking like the sullen 14 year old she first met. Erica and Tyler had always been able to talk to each other, enjoyed each other's company, and Tyler viewed her almost like an older sister than as a step-mom. She viewed him the same way in reverse more than as a nuisance getting in the way of a hot new romantic marriage. She enjoyed being around him and having their deep discussions. Now he was a grown man, with broad shoulders, a lean body, a thick, dark beard, although he chose to keep himself shaved, and looked mature and ready to take on the world. He was intelligent, studied, and they enjoyed reading some of the same books and then talking about them. He treated her like a lady and she appreciated that more than she could express to him.
"You're right. I should try harder. But let's face it. My father is not a "difficult man." He is a complete asshole. I see how he treats you. You see how he treats me. We are things, tools to be used or servants to be ordered about. He treated my mother the same way, only worse. He always bitched at her about her looks, about her drinking, about the fact that she did not cook much or didn't do it well when she did cook. One night he was on her about her figure and said she had looked like hell ever since she gave birth to me. She really got plastered that night. You know, he never once tucked me in bed. Mom rarely did and when she did, she smelled like a whiskey barrel. He drove her to drink. She couldn't stand all the criticism and his constant fucking around on her. I tend to think he is as guilty as she is that she is dead now."
Erica was so sad to listen to this man-c***d still sorting through all of the trauma and disappointment in his life that she had tears welling in her eyes. Tyler noticed when one escaped ran down her cheek.
"I'm sorry, Erica. You shouldn't have to listen to me bitch about your husband. All I know is he can treat me any way he wants. I don't give a shit. But if I were him, I would treat you like a fine jewel. I would have my ass home every night and you would have a housekeeper and anything you wanted."
"You are a sweet young man. I do wish you were your father. We'd be a whole lot happier."
She put her arm around his shoulder and leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Her tits pressed into his arm and he loved the way they felt so soft, yet firm as the pressed around his arm. He only wished they were in his hands - and bare.
"I tell you what I think we should do. I think I should fix us some dinner and since you don't have any homework for a few days and your chore list is already nearly complete, I think we should spend the evening imagining where we would go and what we would do if it were just the two of us. Then we can flop on the sofa in the family room and watch a movie. We can get our minds off things and maybe even do a little holiday planning. What do you think?"
"That sounds fine, Erica. You know, I really appreciate your approach to life, with my dad, and especially with me. This may sound silly, but you are actually the best friend I have."
"Thank you, Tyler. And I am honored to be your best friend."
Erica went about fixing Tyler his favorite meal, spaghetti and meatballs, with a side salad and even a bottle of wine. His dad would never let him drink since he wasn't 21, but Erica treated him like an adult in every sense of the word. They enjoyed the peace and quiet of dinner together and talked about the book they had both just finished. She had read it first and passed it on to him. It was historical fiction with several elements of romance to it but nothing graphic. She was surprised to learn that Tyler liked the romantic aspects of the novel as much as the rest of the story. After discussing the novel, they cleaned up the dinner mess and then sat in the family room to carry on their plans for the evening.
"So where would we go first, Tyler? Where would you take me on our first trip?"
"I remember going to England when I was about 10 and we visited this castle. There was this large ballroom and the guide talked about the formal dances that took place in that room. I would take you to a castle and dance the evening away with you, just like we were prince and princess."
Erica was touched by his romantic idea. "You know what? Turn on some slow music that you like and we can dance right here and pretend we are in a castle and you are a prince and I am a princess."
"Sure, why not?" Tyler said with a smile. "Although I am a poor dancer. You might want to put on some steel toed boots."
She laughed and said she thought she could be careful enough in her bare feet not to get stepped on. Tyler selected several songs and began the music. He bowed dramatically and extended his hand. They both laughed at his melodramatic invitation to dance and she took his hand and stood close to him as they did their best to imitate a waltz style of dancing. It didn't take long before they just settled for the basic two step slow dance. Erica rested her head on Tyler's shoulder and closed her eyes, imagining she was with a man she loved - a prince maybe - and that the dancing would lead to passionate love making later. Late into the second song, she thought she felt a stiffness pressing against her lower abdomen and wondered if she was making Tyler hard. By the end of the third song she knew for a fact that he was hard and she was beginning to think he might also be "gifted" in that department. As she thought about it, she felt herself getting wet in the crotch. When the song ended, she stepped away from Tyler and without him seeing her stare, noticed he had a definite bulge in his pants. She was flattered that he had not tried to make any moves on her even though he was clearly aroused by her touch. Her phone rang and she saw that it was her husband and she answered. Tyler paused the music.
"Hi baby. I am safe at my hotel. It was a long flight and I am ready to take it easy. Just wanted to you to know all is well."
"Thanks for telling me. All is good here, too."
"Make sure that dumb ass k** of mine gets his chore list taken care of. Will talk to you more later tomorrow."
"Bye."
"He is so loving," said Tyler sarcastically. "No I love you's. No I miss you's, nothing. Just make sure the dumb ass k** of mine gets his work done. What a prick."
"Now, now, let's not go back there again. So we have danced in our castle as prince and princess. Now what?"
Tyler blushed. "Well, if I were the prince, I would whisk you away to our chambers and make love to you the rest of the night. But since we are step-mother and step-son, I guess from here it is settling in to watch a movie. Where would you take us and what would we do?"
"I would whisk you upstairs to our chamber and make love to you all night." was her response. And there was nothing whimsical about it. It came out as a matter of fact invitation of sorts. "In fact, I think that is exactly what we should do. We are not related. We have so much in common. We enjoy each other's company. And I think you make an excellent prince. So I think you should take me upstairs to my bed and we do what princes and princesses do in their chamber."
"Dad would kill us both - slowly and painfully." Tyler countered, but clearly interested.
"One more reason to go upstairs to my bed - and his - and fuck all night in it. It'll be our little poke in the eye to your asshole father who wasn't tired and going to bed. I heard a woman in the background and he is probably already screwing her as we speak. We might as well enjoy the same treat."
Tyler could not believe what he was hearing, but he was not going to waste any time and let it slip through his hands. He took his step-mother by the hand and led her up the stairs just like a gentleman should and walked her into her bedroom.
"Now, let me take the lead from here, Tyler. I want this first time for us to be special for you. How many times or how many girls have you had sex with before me?"
He hung his head, "You are my first."
"Honestly? That is good. I can teach you everything you need to know. You don't have to worry about my satisfaction tonight, sweetie. Let's just do things my way tonight and we can practice while your dad is away."
"You mean this isn't just a one time thing? It's not the wine talking?"
"I hope we both enjoy it enough to keep it going. Now quit asking questions and let me undress you." She unbuttoned the one button on his polo shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing a smooth, muscular chest. Then she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and unzipped the fly and pulled them down over his bulge and he awkwardly stepped out of them. She ran her hand over his stiff cock, pointing up in his briefs, causing him to let out a sigh and take a deep breath. She ran her hand down and cupped his large balls and then ran her hand back up his shaft, then pulled his briefs to the floor, letting his long, hard cock pop out. She was surprised since he was a virgin to find that he kept himself closely trimmed, but she appreciated it. Erica stood up and unbuttoned her blouse. She preferred to go bra-less whenever she could get away with it, so when she finished unbuttoning her top, her DD-cup tits popped free and her nipples pointed straight at Tyler's face.
"Gently put your hands on them and squeeze. Rub the nipples too if you like."
Tyler reached out and placed both hands on her tits and did as she instructed. Then he leaned over and licked each nipple and then began to suck on them. She cooed her approval of his technique. She turned around and pressed her ass against his cock and twerked him and allowed him to look over her shoulder and cup her tits in his hands while her ass rubbed his cock. She turned around again and unbuttoned her shorts and slid them sensually down her thighs to the floor, revealing a thong that hid virtually nothing. She removed it to reveal a shaved pussy. She walked up to him and wrapped her hand around his shaft. The fact that she could almost wrap both hands around it like a baseball bat gave her an estimate that he was at least eight inches long. But what she was most impressed with was his girth. She could barely get her fingers to touch her thumb when she gripped it. She was more impressed with girth than with length because girth would assure her clit would get all the action it wanted, which meant she should get to cum as much as she wanted unless he was a minute man. Tyler had seen enough porn on the internet to know how it all worked and he was feeling Erica's ass and back to her big beautiful tits and then ran a finger between her pussy lips, getting a gasp of pleasure from her.
"Lie on the bed, sweetie. I want your first cum to be in my mouth. You'll last longer when we fuck if you have already cum once. Especially since this is your first time."
Tyler laid down on his back, spread out wide on the bed. Erica climbed onto the bed between his legs. Her heavy tits hung just beyond his stiff cock and she looked at him with a hunger and an energy he did not know she possessed. She lowered her head, grabbed his thick shaft and stuck out her tongue to taste his pre-cum and begin to lick the head of his cock, getting it sloppy wet. She stroked him lightly as she polished his knob and then went to work sucking his rod and taking several inches into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat. Tyler could feel the roughness of her tongue stimulating his cock and then he felt her hand cup his large balls. As she twirled his nuts in her hand, her mouth continued its up and down motion, sucking hard, encouraging his balls to give up their treasure. He would not last long and they both knew it. As Erica kept up the pressure with her tongue she could feel and see the telltale signs that he was about to spew his cum into her mouth. The first shot rocketed from his cock and hit the back of her throat and slid right down. The second and third did the very same thing. The last few shots were weaker and less voluminous, but thicker. She loved the taste of his cum and took her time savoring what stayed in her mouth.
After making sure his cock was clean and offered no more of his tasty treat, she crawled up the bed to meet him face to face and they shared a long passionate kiss. He felt her ass and anything else while they kissed.
"Now it is your turn, honey. I want you eat my pussy."
She gave him the basic instructions and prepared herself to be disappointed and frustrated when they were done. But just the opposite happened. Tyler proved to be quite attentive and quickly figured out from her responses what worked. He continued what worked, sucking on her clit, occasionally sliding his tongue in deeper, and mixing up the variety until she told him she might cum. There was no "might" to it. She grabbed the bed sheets, locked her legs around his head and humped upward on his face as her climax rocked her world. She screamed out her pleasure, pulled his hair, squeezed her legs so tight he could not move left or right, and made every second count of the climax she had not experienced in ages.
"Oh, fuck! That was fantastic! Fuck! I could go for that again. Thank you, Tyler."
Tyler said nothing. He just took her at her word and dove in for another round. He loved the feel of her soft pussy on his tongue, the ripply inner lining that seemed so soft and uneven. He liked the feel of her hard little nub in his mouth and the taste was tangy sweet. He even loved the smell of her female scent. He repeated his first round and even more quickly brought her to another climax than he had the first time. He got the same response from her.
"Shit! You gotta stop, Tyler. I need a breather." Erica said panting as if she had just finished a marathon.
They laid side by side on the bed. Tyler had a big slab of wood obviously expecting some attention lying on his abdomen. Erica was not going to let it go to waste. She climbed on top and suggested he play with her tits or grab her ass while she did the fucking the first time around. She straddled his hips, aimed his cock at her wet, dripping pussy and lowered it onto his shaft. Tyler could feel the same sensations on his cock that he felt with his tongue. The smooth ripples of her pussy walls, the warmth, all of it bearing down on his cock, now hungry for its first fuck. Erica had not had a cock this thick before and it took her a couple of minutes to get it right the way she wanted it. When she did, she lowered herself all the way and felt her clit begin to burn with excitement as she began to ride Tyler's thick rod. Tyler reached up and grasped her heavy tits as the began to bounce and sway as she fucked him. He pinched her nipples until they were hard and bright pink in color. He squeezed her tits together and otherwise just enjoyed the soft firmness of them.
"Later, after we had other fun, you can tit fuck me. Guys like doing that too. And I like watching a guy cum on my tits."
She continued a steady pace and was surprised when she looked at the clock on the nightstand that Tyler had already lasted five minutes and did not threaten to cum yet. She could feel her arousal and the building of something special begin to rise up in her at the very core of her body. She rested her hands on the side of the bed on either side of Tyler's shoulders and increased the pace.
"By the way, Tyler, I am on the pill, so you can cum inside me and not have to worry about anything."
"Thanks. To be honest it didn't cross my mind, but it should have. I am sorry."
"No need to be sorry. A man doesn't think with his brain when his cock is hard. It's a fact."
She continued to fuck and now her body was starting to tingle in several areas. Her pussy, her tits, even more remote parts of her body began to react to what her pussy was telling them. We are going to cum and even her toes knew it. The climax exploded almost out of nowhere even though she could feel it building, it went the last half of the distance in an instant. Every muscle contracted. Her nipples felt like they were going to pop off of her tits like buttons under too much strain. Her toes curled until they almost cramped. Her mouth hung open even though no sound came out. Then the sound came out. It was a mix of shock, ecstasy, and energy that had to be released or she would die. When she came down from her physical high, she realized she was still fucking and Tyler looked like he was getting close himself. She fucked him harder and faster.
"Oh, Oh, I'm gonna...gonna...cummmm!" Tyler launched another load of cum like the first one he fed her mouth earlier. Erica could feel every sensation in her pussy from the warmth of his cum, the trembling of his cock, the pressure of his upward movement trying to go deeper and deeper into her. Erica relaxed and laid down on top of him and they caressed like lovers do for a few minutes. Then Tyler rolled her over on her back, keeping his cock inside her. He started humping her at first then propped himself up like she had done and actually began to fuck her.
"You are still hard? Holy fuck! I forgot what it is like to fuck a young guy. Your dad would already be asleep by now."
Tyler said nothing, but looked into her eyes not in the way of a crazed sex fiend, but like a truly worshipful lover who wanted to shut out the entire world except for the two of them and to eliminate every sensation other than the sexual ones they shared at that moment. And he was successful. Neither of them knew the time, cared about the rest of the night or the next day. All that mattered at that moment was the pleasure they were getting from his cock in her pussy and the fucking they were both enjoying. She helped him to establish the best angle for her pleasure as well as his, ultimately and guided him with a sustainable rhythm and speed. Erica could not have asked for more. He fucked her for twenty minutes this time and made her cum twice before he finally emptied himself inside her once again.
"I think you and I are going to have all kinds of fun. Your dad will never suspect, there will be no security cameras showing men coming or going or me leaving without returning with groceries or something. But we both get our brains fucked out as much as we want. And for a beginner, you are fucking awesome!"
They napped off and on through the night, fucked when they would wake up, occasionally swapped oral, tasting their own cum on the other person, until they estimated that Tyler had busted a nut seven times that night. Erica had no clue how many times she had cum. She estimated that she averaged three for every one of his, but couldn't say for sure. All she knew was her pussy was tired, her clit a little tender, and her sex drive well satisfied. At least until tomorrow...
Gigi
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