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I stared at the ceiling. The magnolia paint almost matched the sunlight that was creeping through the blinds. I don’t know what it was about the pattern in the ceiling but it always mesmerised me when I found something that oddly looked like an object or a face within it. Even at nineteen, I still looked for these things.
Minutes whizzed by on my clock as I carried on staring. I couldn’t believe this is how I was spending my first summer morning back from college. I reached over and grabbed the remote for my TV. With a flick of the switch, some very questionable cartoons came on.
“Is this what kids watch now?” I murmured as I watched a talking pineapple.
I started to skim through the channels, looking for something interesting to watch. Cartoons followed by documentaries followed by talk shows flashed up on screen. With a large sigh, I left a cooking show running on the screen whilst I opened the blinds. Peering through them, I realised that I was no longer in a party environment, I was in suburbia filled with middle aged parents and old aged pensioners. What a cracking summer it was going to be.
I jumped back on my bed and started to watch the cooking just to get rid of the boredom. I watched with little interest as the chef prepared a broth for the guests to try. At first glance, it looked absolutely horrible but the guests were humming with delight as they shovelled it into their mouths with their spoons.
Just as I started to get bored of the cooking, the screen began to flash ‘Breakfast Inspiration’ in bold white letters. I moved my thumb away from the buttons and watched as the chef began to prepare some candied bacon with pancakes and maple syrup. I couldn’t look away from the delicious food he was now making. The program literally went from the worst show on TV to the best in one go. I was in awe as maple syrup drizzled down the stack of pancakes onto the bacon.
My mouth started to water as a scent started to fill the air from the kitchen. It seemed to all be working together, the sight of the food on the screen mixed with the aroma of food coming from my very own kitchen started to mess with my head. My belly began to rumble quite loudly as I sat there.
“Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes Alexander,” my stepmom shouted.
“Okay mom,” I replied.
Ten minutes until I could satisfy my stomach, I couldn’t wait that long with the amazing sight I was seeing on screen. Reluctantly, I began flicking through the channels once again. More cartoons and talk shows flashed up on screen with the occasional news station. With one final click on the remote, I wound up on an adult channel.
My eyes widened as porn began to blast out of my TV. I immediately muted the audio as I watched two hot blonde chicks sucking a cock together. My cock started to twitch and tingle as their tongues and lips moved up and down a big meaty length. I put my hand in my boxers and started to guide my cock through the button hole to make things a bit more comfortable.
I started to stroke myself slightly as one of the girls climbed on top of the lucky man who was about to pound both of them. Her tits were immaculate and her body was carved by god himself, a true vision of loveliness. I watched as his helmet popped inside of her pink pussy for the first time. The first penetration was always my favourite part of porn. My strokes became long and hard as I watched her riding her lover whilst the other girl straddled his face. It was my ultimate fantasy to have women do that to me.
As I continued to watch, the cogs began to turn in my head. This channel was subscription based and not a part of regular broadcast packages. I looked at the door and immediately knew that my stepmom was paying for this channel. Questions began to fill my mind. Was she paying for this for me or does she watch this thing whilst my dad is away in the military? I couldn’t really ask her either because it seemed a bit of a personal question to ask.
I looked back at the TV and flicked it off. My boner started to subside within seconds as I looked at my own reflection in the black screen. I couldn’t believe what I had just discovered about my very own stepmom. It seemed surreal that she watched this stuff but then again, she has needs too.
“Breakfast is almost ready Alex,” I heard her shout.
“I’m on my way,” I shouted back.
As I jumped off my bed, I had a quick look in the mirror. My short brown hair was spiking up all over the place, the bedhead look as I liked to call it. My sapphire blue eyes still had small flakes of sleep in them which I started to rub away before looking down over my chiselled abdomen. My flaccid, circumcised cock was still peeking through my boxers. I quickly pushed it back inside my pants before opening my door.
I stepped out into the hallway. I could smell the food cooking away downstairs. I couldn’t quite distinguish what my stepmom had made for breakfast but it certainly smelled delicious. I paused for a moment, inhaling the heavenly scent deeply before walking towards the staircase. I placed my hand on the smooth pine wood of the handrail and began to step down each step slowly. The sound of the ceramic plates hitting the counter overshadowed my stepmom’s delightful singing.
I stood at the foot of the stairs watching as she checked the grill. I couldn’t help but laugh as she danced to the music on the radio. Her long brown hair stretched down her back which was covered by a rather large and loose blouse that covered the top halves of her shapely thighs. The morning sunlight reflected off of her shiny black heels which defined her calves to a near perfect state. With a chuckle, I moved to the table which was basked in a blanket of sunshine. I quickly caught her attention as the chair legs scraped against the floor.
“Oh Alex, you scared me.” She said clutching her chest slightly.
“Sorry,” I responded. “You just seemed as if you were in the zone.”
“I was in a world of my own,” she replied before turning back to the cooker.
I sat down at the table; the cold leather of the chair was really refreshing against my skin. I watched as she began cooking again. Her hips wiggled and her humming started to get louder whilst the music played in the background. My attention started to drift downwards to her legs. I couldn’t help but notice a soft silhouette of her womanhood through the material. I tried my best not to look but it was captivating.
She started to peer into the grill, seeing if the food was almost done. As she did, the blouse started to ride higher. I looked away for a split second before watching her pussy and ass come into view. My jaw dropped as I stared at her. Her pussy looked tight and had a short bush of hair above her clit. Her ass was incredibly round, a true image of perfection before my very eyes. I kept staring for a few more seconds before rethinking the whole situation.
This was my own stepmother. She might have had the most luxurious pussy and ass I had ever laid eyes on but it was still wrong. Even with the taboo nature of this, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her for more than a few seconds.
“Mom, why are you not wearing any panties?” I asked as I cleared my throat.
“Wait, you could see?” She replied as she snapped back up, hiding her lower half from me.
“Yes, everything mom,” I responded.
“Well, it was really warm this morning and with you at college and your father out of the country, I’m just used to being alone.” She explained as she turned back to the stove.
I turned my head back to her and noticed as her blouse started to ride up her back once more. Her pussy popped through her thigh gap. The lips of it were now beginning to swell and moisten as she bent over. I could just about see the pink colour of her insides as her pussy’s aroused state increased. With every passing moment, I started to wonder what it would feel like inside her velvet hole. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking like that but I had already begun.
Every thought of her magical pussy around my cock made me twitch and grow harder. My blood was pumping furiously to my groin. I looked down at my lap for a split second, seeing my six inch cock had started forming a tent in my boxers. My cheeks began to get warm as I knew any second my stepmom would turn around and see my erection struggling to be contained by the thin black cotton.
I tried thinking of other things to get my mind off of her but I just couldn’t. Her ass was wiggling high in the air as if she knew what she was doing to me. I turned my head away one final time as I heard the cooker’s door slam shut. I looked back at her and noticed a peculiar smile on her face as she turned towards me. I could feel my cock pressing strongly against my boxers. I was expecting her smile to turn to a shocked look but it wasn’t which could only mean one thing, she hadn’t noticed my raging hard on.
She started approaching me with two plates, full of food. Her smile was almost ear to ear as she got closer. After seeing what I had just seen, I started to look at her differently, in a way I had never looked at her before. I couldn’t help but admire her dark brown eyes as they met mine. Her full cheeks were pushed up with the gorgeous smile she was giving me. She was truly one of the prettiest women I had ever set my sights on. As she got closer, I tried covering up the tent that was in my boxers subtly.
“Here’s your breakfast, a growing boy like you needs it.” She said as she placed both plates down on the table with a slight bang.
She seemed to pause for a moment as I looked down at the food. I then felt her hand run up the inside of my thigh until it brushed against my balls and underside of my cock. She delicately cupped my balls through the material of my boxers before tracing a finger along the stem of my dick. She stroked up it until she got to the waistband of my boxer shorts. Quickly, she hooked her finger underneath and with a sudden pull, my cock was released.
“You have become a big boy,” she laughed as my cock sprung to life in front of her.
I remained speechless, I couldn’t believe this was really happening. She had never really expressed an interest in me like this until today, but then again, my father had been gone for just short of a year. I squirmed in my seat slightly as I felt her hand close tightly around my shaft.
“Your girth definitely makes up for your length, luckily I prefer girth.” She said with a seductive wink.
Her hand started to slide up to my bulbous head slowly before moving back down. Her delicate touches made for one amazing handjob. She was certainly experienced when it came to giving them. Every time I felt close to exploding, she’d ease off before once again masturbating me hard and fast. My precum was already starting to ooze from the slit in my head, making it glisten in the sunlight just like her pussy.
“I hope you liked your little surprise this morning,” she whispered to me.
“I did mom, I loved every bit of it.” I moaned as she tugged me harder and harder.
“Tell me how much you loved it,” she gasped as her hand sped up.
“Your pussy is the best I’ve ever seen mom,” I moaned as I leaned my head back.
I didn’t hear anything else from her. Instead, I started to feel something warm and wet around my cock. A soft, spongy tongue was starting to roll over my helmet as her hand carried on jerking my shaft. I rest my hands on her head, my fingers stretched out, feeling her silky hair. I groaned as she worked the head of my cock with her mouth and the shaft with her hand. I couldn’t quite believe this was real, I was expecting to wake up and find it was all a dream.
Her hand started to move lower as her mouth plunged down my shaft. I opened my eyes for a few moments and watched as her cheekbones started to stand out whilst she sucked my manhood. She bobbed her head up and down my on my lap, enjoying what I had to offer her. Her lips felt magnificent around my fat cock.
“Face fuck me Alex,” she commanded as she popped my cock out for no longer than a split second.
That one sentence was like music to my ears and I wasn’t going to disappoint her. I held herTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
Minutes whizzed by on my clock as I carried on staring. I couldn’t believe this is how I was spending my first summer morning back from college. I reached over and grabbed the remote for my TV. With a flick of the switch, some very questionable cartoons came on.
“Is this what kids watch now?” I murmured as I watched a talking pineapple.
I started to skim through the channels, looking for something interesting to watch. Cartoons followed by documentaries followed by talk shows flashed up on screen. With a large sigh, I left a cooking show running on the screen whilst I opened the blinds. Peering through them, I realised that I was no longer in a party environment, I was in suburbia filled with middle aged parents and old aged pensioners. What a cracking summer it was going to be.
I jumped back on my bed and started to watch the cooking just to get rid of the boredom. I watched with little interest as the chef prepared a broth for the guests to try. At first glance, it looked absolutely horrible but the guests were humming with delight as they shovelled it into their mouths with their spoons.
Just as I started to get bored of the cooking, the screen began to flash ‘Breakfast Inspiration’ in bold white letters. I moved my thumb away from the buttons and watched as the chef began to prepare some candied bacon with pancakes and maple syrup. I couldn’t look away from the delicious food he was now making. The program literally went from the worst show on TV to the best in one go. I was in awe as maple syrup drizzled down the stack of pancakes onto the bacon.
My mouth started to water as a scent started to fill the air from the kitchen. It seemed to all be working together, the sight of the food on the screen mixed with the aroma of food coming from my very own kitchen started to mess with my head. My belly began to rumble quite loudly as I sat there.
“Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes Alexander,” my stepmom shouted.
“Okay mom,” I replied.
Ten minutes until I could satisfy my stomach, I couldn’t wait that long with the amazing sight I was seeing on screen. Reluctantly, I began flicking through the channels once again. More cartoons and talk shows flashed up on screen with the occasional news station. With one final click on the remote, I wound up on an adult channel.
My eyes widened as porn began to blast out of my TV. I immediately muted the audio as I watched two hot blonde chicks sucking a cock together. My cock started to twitch and tingle as their tongues and lips moved up and down a big meaty length. I put my hand in my boxers and started to guide my cock through the button hole to make things a bit more comfortable.
I started to stroke myself slightly as one of the girls climbed on top of the lucky man who was about to pound both of them. Her tits were immaculate and her body was carved by god himself, a true vision of loveliness. I watched as his helmet popped inside of her pink pussy for the first time. The first penetration was always my favourite part of porn. My strokes became long and hard as I watched her riding her lover whilst the other girl straddled his face. It was my ultimate fantasy to have women do that to me.
As I continued to watch, the cogs began to turn in my head. This channel was subscription based and not a part of regular broadcast packages. I looked at the door and immediately knew that my stepmom was paying for this channel. Questions began to fill my mind. Was she paying for this for me or does she watch this thing whilst my dad is away in the military? I couldn’t really ask her either because it seemed a bit of a personal question to ask.
I looked back at the TV and flicked it off. My boner started to subside within seconds as I looked at my own reflection in the black screen. I couldn’t believe what I had just discovered about my very own stepmom. It seemed surreal that she watched this stuff but then again, she has needs too.
“Breakfast is almost ready Alex,” I heard her shout.
“I’m on my way,” I shouted back.
As I jumped off my bed, I had a quick look in the mirror. My short brown hair was spiking up all over the place, the bedhead look as I liked to call it. My sapphire blue eyes still had small flakes of sleep in them which I started to rub away before looking down over my chiselled abdomen. My flaccid, circumcised cock was still peeking through my boxers. I quickly pushed it back inside my pants before opening my door.
I stepped out into the hallway. I could smell the food cooking away downstairs. I couldn’t quite distinguish what my stepmom had made for breakfast but it certainly smelled delicious. I paused for a moment, inhaling the heavenly scent deeply before walking towards the staircase. I placed my hand on the smooth pine wood of the handrail and began to step down each step slowly. The sound of the ceramic plates hitting the counter overshadowed my stepmom’s delightful singing.
I stood at the foot of the stairs watching as she checked the grill. I couldn’t help but laugh as she danced to the music on the radio. Her long brown hair stretched down her back which was covered by a rather large and loose blouse that covered the top halves of her shapely thighs. The morning sunlight reflected off of her shiny black heels which defined her calves to a near perfect state. With a chuckle, I moved to the table which was basked in a blanket of sunshine. I quickly caught her attention as the chair legs scraped against the floor.
“Oh Alex, you scared me.” She said clutching her chest slightly.
“Sorry,” I responded. “You just seemed as if you were in the zone.”
“I was in a world of my own,” she replied before turning back to the cooker.
I sat down at the table; the cold leather of the chair was really refreshing against my skin. I watched as she began cooking again. Her hips wiggled and her humming started to get louder whilst the music played in the background. My attention started to drift downwards to her legs. I couldn’t help but notice a soft silhouette of her womanhood through the material. I tried my best not to look but it was captivating.
She started to peer into the grill, seeing if the food was almost done. As she did, the blouse started to ride higher. I looked away for a split second before watching her pussy and ass come into view. My jaw dropped as I stared at her. Her pussy looked tight and had a short bush of hair above her clit. Her ass was incredibly round, a true image of perfection before my very eyes. I kept staring for a few more seconds before rethinking the whole situation.
This was my own stepmother. She might have had the most luxurious pussy and ass I had ever laid eyes on but it was still wrong. Even with the taboo nature of this, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her for more than a few seconds.
“Mom, why are you not wearing any panties?” I asked as I cleared my throat.
“Wait, you could see?” She replied as she snapped back up, hiding her lower half from me.
“Yes, everything mom,” I responded.
“Well, it was really warm this morning and with you at college and your father out of the country, I’m just used to being alone.” She explained as she turned back to the stove.
I turned my head back to her and noticed as her blouse started to ride up her back once more. Her pussy popped through her thigh gap. The lips of it were now beginning to swell and moisten as she bent over. I could just about see the pink colour of her insides as her pussy’s aroused state increased. With every passing moment, I started to wonder what it would feel like inside her velvet hole. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking like that but I had already begun.
Every thought of her magical pussy around my cock made me twitch and grow harder. My blood was pumping furiously to my groin. I looked down at my lap for a split second, seeing my six inch cock had started forming a tent in my boxers. My cheeks began to get warm as I knew any second my stepmom would turn around and see my erection struggling to be contained by the thin black cotton.
I tried thinking of other things to get my mind off of her but I just couldn’t. Her ass was wiggling high in the air as if she knew what she was doing to me. I turned my head away one final time as I heard the cooker’s door slam shut. I looked back at her and noticed a peculiar smile on her face as she turned towards me. I could feel my cock pressing strongly against my boxers. I was expecting her smile to turn to a shocked look but it wasn’t which could only mean one thing, she hadn’t noticed my raging hard on.
She started approaching me with two plates, full of food. Her smile was almost ear to ear as she got closer. After seeing what I had just seen, I started to look at her differently, in a way I had never looked at her before. I couldn’t help but admire her dark brown eyes as they met mine. Her full cheeks were pushed up with the gorgeous smile she was giving me. She was truly one of the prettiest women I had ever set my sights on. As she got closer, I tried covering up the tent that was in my boxers subtly.
“Here’s your breakfast, a growing boy like you needs it.” She said as she placed both plates down on the table with a slight bang.
She seemed to pause for a moment as I looked down at the food. I then felt her hand run up the inside of my thigh until it brushed against my balls and underside of my cock. She delicately cupped my balls through the material of my boxers before tracing a finger along the stem of my dick. She stroked up it until she got to the waistband of my boxer shorts. Quickly, she hooked her finger underneath and with a sudden pull, my cock was released.
“You have become a big boy,” she laughed as my cock sprung to life in front of her.
I remained speechless, I couldn’t believe this was really happening. She had never really expressed an interest in me like this until today, but then again, my father had been gone for just short of a year. I squirmed in my seat slightly as I felt her hand close tightly around my shaft.
“Your girth definitely makes up for your length, luckily I prefer girth.” She said with a seductive wink.
Her hand started to slide up to my bulbous head slowly before moving back down. Her delicate touches made for one amazing handjob. She was certainly experienced when it came to giving them. Every time I felt close to exploding, she’d ease off before once again masturbating me hard and fast. My precum was already starting to ooze from the slit in my head, making it glisten in the sunlight just like her pussy.
“I hope you liked your little surprise this morning,” she whispered to me.
“I did mom, I loved every bit of it.” I moaned as she tugged me harder and harder.
“Tell me how much you loved it,” she gasped as her hand sped up.
“Your pussy is the best I’ve ever seen mom,” I moaned as I leaned my head back.
I didn’t hear anything else from her. Instead, I started to feel something warm and wet around my cock. A soft, spongy tongue was starting to roll over my helmet as her hand carried on jerking my shaft. I rest my hands on her head, my fingers stretched out, feeling her silky hair. I groaned as she worked the head of my cock with her mouth and the shaft with her hand. I couldn’t quite believe this was real, I was expecting to wake up and find it was all a dream.
Her hand started to move lower as her mouth plunged down my shaft. I opened my eyes for a few moments and watched as her cheekbones started to stand out whilst she sucked my manhood. She bobbed her head up and down my on my lap, enjoying what I had to offer her. Her lips felt magnificent around my fat cock.
“Face fuck me Alex,” she commanded as she popped my cock out for no longer than a split second.
That one sentence was like music to my ears and I wasn’t going to disappoint her. I held herTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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