My Last Morning With Me
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Scott sat staring out the passenger window of his dad’s old beat up Ford truck. It had been five years since he had last seen his dad, so the long ride from the airport to the farm was silent. He was only there now because his mother told him that his father needed the help and it was the proper thing to do.
He had been twelve when his father remarried and Scott had not seen him since a few months before that. Once the marriage went through, his Mom had kept him from seeing his father. But when his dad called her and asked for Scott’s help she figured now that he was seventeen and almost an adult it would be okay; after all Scott could make his own decisions now.
Thoughts and vivid images of what the farm used to look like in its heyday compared to what he was seeing now were as different as night and day. Scott remembered thick, lush fields of grass and meadows, with crops as far as the eye could see. Now, all he could see was dirt, dried grass and hay, the sad remains of a once prosperous farm.
For the first time in five years, Scott turned and really looked at his father. Richard was older; older than his mother by fifteen years. Perhaps at sixty-three he was too old to still be farming, but that is what he had always been, so that is what he continued to do. Scott’s mind then turned to Missy, Richard’s second wife, and for all intents and purposes, his stepmother.
He wondered what she looked like; he assumed she was very unattractive to have married his father. After all she was nineteen years younger than Richard. To Scott forty-four was not young, but twelve years ago when she married his father she had still been in her early thirties.
He looked at his father’s sun worn, lined face and his long, overly thin frame and thought, ‘Maybe she’s huge with snaggled teeth.’ The image of his 6’4” lanky father with a very short, very round woman, who may be slightly repulsive, caused a sharp bark of laughter to emit from his throat.
Richard turned to look at his son, giving him a hard stare. Scott returned it with a sheepish grin and turned back out the window, cheeks burning in embarrassment. Richard made a low grunting sound and looked back at the dirt road, lost in his own thoughts and worries.
Scott could feel the warmth on his cheeks, but the thought of a hag like stepmother stayed with him even as the house came into view. They rounded the last bend and that is when the ridiculous notion was finally pushed from his mind. Scott got his first real look at his stepmother as she was hanging up the wash outside.
Her strawberry blonde hair shone brightly in the early afternoon sun. It was pinned in a messy bun on top of her head; strands of it fell and blew in the wind. She could have been an actress in an old western movie with the way her hair blew in the wind. He noticed that she wasn’t very tall, at 6’3” he would surely tower over her.
The engine on the truck turned off and she turned to look at them. In that moment she was the most beautiful woman Scott had ever seen. The sun hit her from behind, illuminating her; an angel haloed by the noon sun. It showed the shadow of her body through the thin summer dress. The soft curve of her full hips, the slight swell of her breasts, all clearly illuminated for Scott to feast his eyes upon. However, it also blocked the rest of her face, and he was eager to see if what he had seen was a trick of the light or if she was as beautiful as her first impression made her out to be.
She swatted at the air, probably a small bug, and lifted the hem of her dress to scratch her upper thigh. Scott suddenly felt the warmth of the motionless truck, and he gulped as he prayed for the wind to catch her slightly raised dress even further up. Sweat was forming on his forehead and he could feel it running down his back, but more importantly he could also feel the stirring in his pants.
‘Great,’ he thought to himself.
Richard suddenly hit the hood of the truck to get Scott's attention; he had not even noticed his father get out. Richard jerkily motioned for him to get out. Slowly and reluctantly he climbed out of the truck, grabbed his bag and went to meet his stepmother.
*Missy*
Missy heard the old loud truck, the beast as she referred to it, coming down the lane. She had been in another fantasy, as she did more frequently now than ever. This one was a favorite of hers; it was of her being in a sex filled marriage where both her mind and her body were worshiped daily, when the noise of the truck had knocked her back to reality with a hard jolt.
She suddenly felt the heat and the dust; there was always dust now that most of the crops were dead. She felt the sweat rolling down her spine, between her breasts and even down her thighs. Missy hated this part of the day. The sun was at its highest and the bugs at their hungriest.
The engine stopped and she turned to face them. She slapped at a mosquito, scratched her thigh absentmindedly, and then straightened her back to meet her stepson. He was seventeen, practically a man, which meant he was able to fend for himself. She had never met him so she was a little nervous.
She watched as her weather worn husband slapped the hood with more force than necessary and the dark haired, young man emerged from the truck.
‘He’s got his daddy’s height,’ was Missy’s first thought, then as he got closer she was surprised by how incredibly handsome he was. Richard and Scott were standing beside each other looking at Missy with the same blank expression. Like father, like son.
‘So this is what my husband looked like as a young man,’ she thought, studying Scott.
Missy saw her husband’s bright gray-blue eyes, his nose that perhaps on someone else may be a little too long. She saw Richard in Scott’s unlined face, unbent body and his uncalloused hands. Scott’s face was also free and clear of defeat.
Defeat hadn’t been on Richard’s face when Missy first agreed to marry him, back when the crops were bountiful and there was plenty of money in the bank. Then the droughts had set in and as more of the fields withered and died, the money had dried up as well. Obviously with less money their marriage had crumbled as well, leaving Missy aching for the husband she once knew.
Missy loved her husband very much, but you can’t make a marriage work when you are the only one putting something in. She was on the verge of leaving Richard until last spring when the rains hit, and now slowly but surely the fields were sprouting new life. For the first time in a while Missy was feeling hope. That is why Richard broke down and called Scott for help. He couldn’t afford to hire anyone for this summer, but was hopeful for next year. For now, Scott would have to do.
She planted her best smile and extended her hand and introduced herself since her husband wasn’t going to. “Hi Scott, I’m Missy. It’s great to finally meet you.”
“Hello, ma’am.” His voice, although deep, was softer than his father’s.
“Please call me Missy.”
He gave her a small shrug and an awkward nod.
Missy reached out and touched Scott’s bag. “Here let me take that and I’ll put it in your room for you while your daddy takes you around. I’m assuming you remember where it is.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.
Richard turned and headed for the closest field, “Now, I’m going to need you start…”
Missy stepped forward, took the bag, and whispered, “Go before he leaves you behind. Patience is not your daddy’s strong suit.”
Scott finally let go of the bag, nodded and jogged to catch up with his dad. As he went, Missy could not help but admire the firm, youthful body that Scott had. She felt flushed and knew that there was more than just perspiration between her legs now.
*Scott*
Richard was talking, but Scott was definitely not listening. All he was worried about was concealing the massive hard on he now was sporting, all thanks to his not so haggish stepmother. Her sultry voice had drawn him in, and he had been unable to tear his gaze away from her beautiful eyes, and the way her lips moved.
“You listenin’ boy?” his father’s voice breaking into his thoughts.
“Yes Sir!” he rapt back, trying to pay attention, but failing miserably.
Scott’s mind was far from the crops and fields that his father was talking about. Instead, his mind kept drifting back to his curvy step mother, the way the wind fluttered her dress about her, and how the breeze caught her hair just right. He gulped as he remembered how her fingers had briefly touched his when she had reached for his bag. Her rough hands had excited him, and his stiff member yearned for her touch.
“That’s enough for today,” his father’s firm tone rang through Scott’s fantasy. Hours had passed and he had barely noticed.
“Right,” Scott mumbled back.
“Look, I know it’s a lot, just try and do as I do,” Richard said with a softer voice.
The change in his father surprised Scott, “I’ll do my best, Sir.”
Richard stared back at him for a moment, “I know you will son.”
With that they both turned towards the house. Scott suddenly felt ashamed for thinking of his stepmother like that. ‘I have to stop thinking about her like this. I’m here to do a job, and she is married to my father.’
They entered the house, his father quickly kicked off his shoes and Scott followed suit. The smell of cooking instantly hit his nostrils and his stomach rumbled as he remembered he hadn’t eaten since before getting on the plane that morning. He padded into the kitchen while his father went to the bathroom.
Missy was facing the stove, her back to the door. Scott’s eyes immediately went to her bottom, only thinly covered by the worn dress. He had never seen her from behind, and it was quite the view. The color drained from his face, the blood all rushing back to his cock. She was humming and swaying to whatever tune was playing in her mind. Her full hips swayed this way and that, and Scott had to fight to repress the urge to take them in his hands and squeeze.
He pawed at his groin, readjusting his cock to be less noticeable. Satisfied that it was, he moved to her side to look at the stove. Missy’s eyes were half closed, and she was still humming when he lightly touched her shoulder.
“Oh!” she gasped and jumped.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Scott replied bashfully.
“You, you didn’t,” she laughed, embarrassed to be caught off guard.
“Can I help?” he asked hopefully.
“I don’t think so dear,” she replied quickly, turning away.
“Oh,” he said, resigning himself to an awkward night.
“Wait,” she said suddenly, her hand brushing his again.
A tingle shot through Scott and he looked at Missy, “Yes?”
“Could you take this dish to the table?” she asked, her cheeks turning red.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Enough with that ma’am stuff, I’m not your mother,” Missy rapped back, but then bit her lip.
“Alright,” he murmured walking away.
He set the dish on the table as his father came into the kitchen. Scott hurried past him to wash up.
After quickly relieving his bladder, Scott washed his hands and quietly walked back into the kitchen. His father was sitting at the table, flipping through the day’s newspaper. Missy was still piddling about the kitchen, putting the final preparations on dinner. He briefly glanced at the roundness of her ass before the heat rose in his cheeks and a sharp pang of guilt ripped through him.
“Anything I can do to help?” he offered again.
Missy turned around and opened her mouth, but his father beat her to speaking.
“Sit down boy, Missy has this. Make sure you eat enough you’ll need your strength to be of any use to me tomorrow,” Richard said gruffly, without even looking up from the paper.
Scott’s eyes met Missy’s and she mouthed at him to sit down. She placed the rest of the dishes on the table, and then sat down herself.
Scott began picking at the various dishes before their eyes met again. Her eyes were wide and she shook her head quickly, but it was too late.
“Well boy, since you saw fit to take the first pick of the spread, you can say grace,” his father said, folding the paper and tossing it aside.
Scott sighed internally, kicking himself for not remembering. He quickly took his father’s hand, then Missy’s. The instant they touched he felt the same tingle as before. Looking at her to see if she felt it too, he noticed eyes were closed, but her cheeks were flushed. Missy gently squeezed his hand seconds before his father cleared his throat impatiently.
“Thank you God for these gifts you have given us, including our health, this food, and the rains that will bring us a good harvest,” Scott said quickly.
His father grunted and dropped his hand. Missy withdrew her own slowly.
Scott’s face was flushed, he had hoped to impress his father with the little research he had done about the area and farming, but if anything it seemed to annoy him. So he ate his supper in silence. He briefly tried to make eye contact with Missy a few times, but she seemed to always be looking somewhere else.
“I’m takin’ a shower,” Richard announced as he got up without taking his own dishes to the sink.
“Alright,” Missy said quietly, looking at the floor.
Scott’s heart pained; it was clear to see his father was neglectful of her. He wanted to do something, but had no idea how to comfort a real woman. Instead, he cleared his throat and picked up his dish to put it in the sink.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that Scott,” Missy said quickly.
“I want to,” he smiled back, hoping it was convincing.
She grinned a little at him. He walked back to the table and picked up his father’s dishes. Returning to the sink he began washing everything carefully, using as little water as possible. Missy walked up beside him and attempted to take over. He smiled and nudged his hip against her, keeping her away.
“I got this Missy,” he said quietly, liking the way her name sounded on his tongue.
“Scott…”
“It’s fine,” he said smiling.
She gave a grateful smile and began putting the leftovers away. He was aware of her eyes on him, but he continued to wash and hum softly until they heard the shower go off.
“You should wash up,” she said.
“You go ahead, I’ll finish here,” he replied without turning around.
“No, Scott.”
His cock jumped slightly at the way she said his name, but when he turned to look at her she was shaking her head. “It’s your turn. Go. I’ll finish up here.”
Scott sighed and nodded. He just wanted to be helpful. He walked out of the kitchen to do as she asked.
He stood in the shower letting the hot water wash away the stress of the day. His mind quickly turned back to Missy and his cock began to harden. With one hand on the wall, the other one cupped his balls then slid over his cock, sliding slowly up and down.
Scott’s eyes were closed as flashes of Missy’s thigh, and images of her ass swaying gently back and forth were driving him to stroke harder. He pictured coming up behind her as she moved to music and running his hands under her dress, flipping it up over her bottom while he pressed his cock between her cheeks. Rocking slowly up and down as she moved and moaned his name. Stroking harder, he moaned softly as he saw himself sliding into her wet pussy. His hips rocking faster as he felt his balls tighten and with one final thrust Scott came hard with Missy’s name on his lips.
His father had gone to bed without saying anything, and Scott was just fine with that, the less they saw each other the less he could annoy his father. He went to tell Missy goodnight, but she was nowhere to be found so with a sigh, Scott made his way to bed.
Several hours later Scott woke with a jump, not knowing where he was. It all came back and he flopped back on his pillow. He got out of bed to pee and walked down the hallway quietly, so as not to wake his father. The bathroom door was cracked open, showing a sliver of light. He started to go in when he heard a soft moan. Scott froze.
“Ohhh, baby. Mmm,” he heard Missy say.
Blushing hard he thought he had just caught his dad and Missy having sex, but when he turned quickly to go back to his room something caught his ear.
“Scott… Mmm, like that baby,” Missy moaned lowly.
He froze. This time his cock filled rapidly, to the point of being uncomfortable. Missy continued to moan in the bathroom, mostly unintelligibly. But she had definitely said his name, and not his father’s.
Knowing it was wrong, Scott turned slowly so that he was facing the door again. Crouching down and peeking in, he saw Missy was in the tub. Her legs were spread and she had one hand gripping her breast and the other was dipped below the water. He could hear the lapping of the water blending with her moans, as her hand moved.
“Please, Scott… Yes,” she moaned, slightly louder than before.
Scott could not help himself, he was frozen in place. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him, but quickly dismissed it. She was moaning his name after all. He was just watching a pretty woman touch herself. Not that he could see much. That is, until Missy repositioned her legs and raised them to the sides of the tub.
“Fuck me. I know you want me,” she murmured, her fingers rapidly plunging into her pussy.
Scott ripped his cock from his boxers, now completely lost to a haze of lust. He wanted to go in there and do just what she was asking of him, but was afraid that his father would catch them.
Knowing it was wrong did not stop his hand from flying up and down his cock as he watched this curvy, beautiful woman masturbate while thinking of him. Her fingers pushed farther into herself, and her other hand roamed her body, from her clit to her nipples and back again. Scott was close, so close. He had been hard since he had first met Missy, and even though he came a few hours earlier, this was simply too much for his young senses to bear.
“I’m going to cum. Oh please, Scott cum with me,” Missy whispered desperately.
Missy’s hips bucked and he watched as she came, imagining that it was his hard cock and not her own fingers bring her to orgasm. Scott began to cum himself. He gulped as long ropes of cum splashed against the door and floor; he was unable to control himself.
Moaning lowly, he watched as Missy tensed and began to turn towards the door. He shuffled out of view just in the nick of time. Instantly, he began kicking himself for what he had just done. Quickly stuffing his cock back into his jeans, he moaned again at how sensitive he still was, but then bit his tongue to silence himself. He rushed back to his room praying Missy wouldn’t notice the cum on the door, hoping he could clean it up after she was done.
*Missy*
Missy watched the doorway for a few moments, but didn’t hear anything else. She mentally kicked herself for forgetting to latch the door. This was always her alone time. The time she had to relax, have a glass of wine and tend to her own needs. Well, her needs had been great tonight.
She drained the tub and began drying off; catching sight of herself in the mirror she suddenly felt very ashamed. Leaning forward to look at the soft lines in her tan face, but not tan enough to hide the blush that was still on her cheeks.
“It’s Richard’s son. His seventeen year old son, you stupid woman,” she whispered to herself. The need was gone and it had left nothing but guilt.
Hearing the rooster crow seemed to come earlier and earlier for Missy especially on the nights where sleep wouldn’t come. She kissed her husband good morning, prepared herself for the day, and then went to prepare breakfast for the men. They had a busy day ahead of them.
She turned the radio on low and was humming along to a song as she moved around the kitchen. Missy was trying to distract herself from thinking about Scott. The mere sight of him made her breath catch, but when he touched her. She faltered in her steps and took a deep breath.
‘Jesus woman stop it. You are old enough to be his mother. Hell, you are his stepmother!’
She sighed and put the biscuits in the oven.
“He up yet?”
Her husband’s deep gruff voice made her jump and turn towards him. She gave him a small embarrassed giggle. “No, not yet. I’ll go wake him.”
“That’s fine.” Richard stood there taking in his wife’s appearance before turning and walking out the door to get the morning paper.
Missy sighed sadly. She had thought for a moment there that he was going to touch her, but she should have known better. He barely ever touched her anymore.
Knocking softly on the door, she waited a moment for a reply, but didn’t hear anything, so she knocked again.
“Scott?” Nothing.
This time she opened the door and the hall light flooded his room showing Scott still sleeping. He was in nothing but boxers and his long hard cock was visible through his boxers. Her eyes followed the path and gasped softly when she realized that part of it was exposed and lying on his stomach.
There was throbbing down below and she felt herself grow wet, her eyes slid up his body and to his face. The young yet extremely familiar face; he looked so much like his father and it made her body ache with need.
Hearing the back door slam shut startled her out of her musing. She pulled the door mostly closed so she could no longer see him and knocked harder.
“Scott. You need to get up.”
This time she heard the rustling and a few grunts and groans so she knocked again.
“Scott, you need to get up and get dressed. Breakfast is in ten minutes. Let’s go.”
“Thank you, Missy. I’m up and I’ll be out then.”
She closed the door fully and went back to finish up.
Richard was at the table and Missy allowed her hand to run gently over the back of his neck. He stopped looking through his paper and looked up at his wife.
“He up?”
“Yes.”
Missy was just setting the butter on the table when a blurry eyed Scott came in the room and took his seat.
The men grunted and nodded at each other at the same time. It made Missy giggle and they both turned to look at her with the same expression. Of course this made her want to laugh again, but she bit her lip and turned her back to them.
Just like last night they ate in silence. Missy kept glancing at Scott and caught him looking at her. A few times their eyes would lock and she would smile at him. He returned her smile a few times but mostly he would blush and look down.
Richard stood, stretched and drained the rest of the coffee in his cup. “C’mon, finish up. We have a lot to get done and the day is wasting.” With that he walked out the kitchen.
Missy stood up collected her and Richard’s plates, taking them to the sink then turned around to collect the rest of the empty dishes.
Scott picked up his plate and took it to the sink without a word.
“You don’t have to do that. It’s my job,” Missy said softly.
“No disrespect, Missy, but my mother raised me differently. I used the plate, she cooked the food, the least I can do is take it the sink. Do you need help with the dishes?”
Missy stood in front of him looking into his stubborn, set eyes and knew that there was no way she could sway him, instead she smiled.
It took him just a moment to return her smile. It was stunning and it made her breath catch.
“Okay you, go on outside before your daddy gets upset.”
She turned her back on him to collect herself. After a deep breath she spun around and ran right into him. Scott’s hands griped her upper arms to keep her from falling backwards and she grabbed a hold of his shirt so she was pressed completely to him.
“Whoa,” Scott breathed softly looking down into his stepmother’s startled eyes.
Missy’s body leaned closer into him, her fingers curled onto his shirt and she felt his grip tighten on her arms making her gasp slightly.
With their bodies pressed so close Missy could feel Scott’s erection pressing against her tummy. There was a moment shared between them, one that made a slight whimper slip through her slightly quivering lips.
Want and desire passed between them and Scott was leaning forward without thought to kiss her.
“Scott. You need to go outside now.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
He seemed to snap back into the moment, and let her go, moving away from her like she would burn him. “I’m so sorry,” he croaked and headed out the door.
Missy leaned against the sink holding onto the countertop for support. “My God, Missy you stupid stupid woman.”
*Scott*
Scott listened to his father through a haze of guilt. He had been brought here to help with the farm, not make out with his stepmother. His cheeks were red, and his palms were sweaty. Luckily these things could be passed off as a side effect of the heat. His father put him to work repairing a part of the corral close to the house. Then he left to survey the rest of the fields, leaving Scott to his own burning guilt.
He threw himself into the work at hand, hoping to sweat out his taboo desires for Missy. It was no help. Every time he closed his eyes, there she was, pressed against the counter, slowly swaying. Her full hips teased him, and Scott found his cock hard and uncomfortable as he continued working on the corral.
The heat of the day was upon him, but Scott was determined not to go in for water. He did not want to seem weak in his father’s eyes for taking a break so soon, nor was he ready to face Missy. Instead, he stripped off his shirt and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Turning his back to the house he readjusted his inflated cock and redoubled his efforts on resetting the posts.
After another thirty minutes, he could feel every muscle on his body on fire. Every time he bent down for something, or struck a nail with the hammer, he felt the rippling in his muscles. It was uncomfortable, but it also felt empowering.
Doing traditional physical labor made him feel like a real man, like his father. Staying bent over, he enjoyed the cool breeze that whipped past him and caressed his aching body. He heard the screen door creak open, then bang shut. Straightening up and turning, he saw Missy hanging laundry on the line. Her earbuds were in, was once again swaying to whatever song was playing.
From where he was standing, slightly downhill from his stepmother, the sun was hitting her thin dress just right. He felt a rush as the outline of her soft curves became apparent. Instead of shame, he felt masculine. He wanted to march up to her and drag her supple body into his until their lips met.
His cock throbbed, and he felt his balls tighten. Missy glanced over at him, but quickly looked away, turning her back to him as she hung up another sheet. This caused him to smirk; he was beginning to understand that perhaps she wanted him to. The breeze picked up and Scott closed his eyes, imagining Missy on her knees in front of him, begging, pleading for his cock. His eyes snapped open again, and the guilt crept back in. That is when he saw it, the wind had caught her dress just right, and it had flared up. Missy’s pale bottom was exposed; she was not even wearing any underwear.
Scott turned quickly, and walked away towards the shed. As turned on as he was, and as sure of the fact that Missy was attracted to him too, it was too much looking at her bare bottom. Bolting into the shed, he closed the door behind him. Before he knew what was happening, his jeans were undone and his hard cock was in his hand. He began to stroke furiously, seeking relief.
“That’s right Missy, suck my cock. Oh God yes,” he moaned as he saw her in his mind’s eye, on her knees devouring his manhood.
His fingers were sweaty and dirty from the tools and grime, he could not care less. He hunched over and continued stroking, single mindedly focused on his need to cum. Scott imagined his stepmother slipping into his bedroom and throwing her leg over him. Once she was mounted she would wake him up by slipping his morning wood into her warm, welcoming pussy. He heard her calling his name, moaning her desire. He began to cum, his cock twitching and shooting powerful, long ropes of his seed into the corner of the shed. He moaned and shook, unable to control the waves of pleasure rippling through him.
“Scott?” Missy called, “Are you okay?”
“Oh, um, yeah!” he called back hastily.
“I have some water for you,” she continued, now right outside the shed’s door.
“Oh, thanks!” he called, stuffing his cock back in his jeans.
“Can I-”
Scott ripped open the door and sagged against it smiling, “Here.”
Missy blushed and handed him a bottle of water, “It is really hot today, you should have come in before now for something.”
“Dad hasn’t yet, so if he doesn’t need it, I don’t either,” Scott said with a small grin.
Now Missy smiled, “Scott weren’t you listening at breakfast?”
“Yes, uh, well, maybe not,” Scott blushed.
“Your father is surveying the rest of the fields and cattle, he will be gone all day. I sent him with enough water for two men for three days!” Missy explained with a giggle.
“Oh,” he replied simply.
“So come in every half hour or so for water, we don’t need you passing out,” she said with a small smile as she turned to walk away.
“Okay,” he said softly, his eyes now glued to her ass.
In his mind, Scott was imagining her pale bottom, uncovered once again. His hands were on her hips and his fingers dug into her supple flesh. She was moaning for him, to go harder and to quicken the pace, lest they get caught. Once again, Scott was rock hard. Instead of attending to his own needs though, he returned to fixing the corral. He knew that if it was not finished by the time his father was home, there would be hell to pay.
It was nearing five o’clock, and Scott had just finished the repairs. Despite Missy’s protests, he had only gone in twice more for water, bringing out multiple bottles with him, rather than deal with his constant growing lust. He put the tools back where they belonged and set his gaze towards the house. He smelled something good, but could not place it. Trudging up the small hill, he made his way to the door, knowing that when he entered, Missy would be right there. He was right.
“Hi, Scott. All done for the day?” she asked with a cool glance towards him.
“Yes ma … Missy,” he replied, catching himself.
She grinned and looked at him, “Good boy, your father will be proud.”
“When do you think he will be back?”
“That’s hard to say. Sometimes he gets back well after dark, especially if there was a problem. He’ll call if he needs us, but he doesn't want us to wait. So go wash up so we can eat,” she explained, ushering him towards the bathroom.
He smiled as he entered the bathroom and began scrubbing his hands. Some time alone with Missy may prove to be interesting. Turning off the water, Scott exited the bathroom and stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching Missy put the finishing touches on dinner.
“Smells good,” he commented.
She laughed, “You sound like him.”
His cheeks burned brightly, “Really?”
“Yes, you have that same gruffness in your voice when you pay a compliment,” she turned to face him, “It’s okay to give a lady a compliment Scott, we like to hear them. It doesn’t make you less of a man.”
He blushed brightly, “I know.”
“Good,” she beamed, shutting off the stove and getting the plates ready to portion out supper.
He walked up behind her, helping her reach for the plates. His left hand went to the small of her back to balance them, and he felt her jump and press harder against the counter, trying to shrink away from him. His cock jumped and he grinned a little as he withdrew plates in hand. Now Missy was blushing as he held the plates for her. She portioned out some of the beef on each plate, then vegetables, and finally a hunk of bread.
“The lemonade is on the table already,” she said quietly, her cheeks still red.
“I saw, it looks refreshing,” he said with a smile.
She grinned at him as he carried both of their plates to the table; he set hers down before walking around the table and sitting down with his own. He watched as she sat, her breasts bouncing slightly as she did. Their eyes met; she knew what he had been looking at. Nothing was said for a moment.
“Grace?” he asked.
“Please,” she whispered.
He extended his hand, and she hesitantly took it, “Thank you God for this fine day, and for allowing us to get our chores done quickly and successfully. Thank you for the food which we are about to receive, and thank you for the beautiful woman who made it.”
“Scott…,” Missy gasped, her hand slipping from his.
“I thought women liked compliments?”
“About their achievements,” she said firmly.
“Never about their stunning figures?” he challenged.
“Scott, we can’t,” she pleaded softly, her eyes dropping.
“Can’t what? Say an honest grace?” he said, pushing her slightly.
“You know what I mean,” she murmured.
“No, I don’t,” he said firmly.
“I can’t kiss you, I can’t like you, I can’t cross a line with you, Scott!” she cried, suddenly bursting into tears.
Scott frowned; this was not how this was supposed to go.
“I never asked for those things, Missy.”
“You didn't have to ask, it’s in the way you look at me, like you see right through me,” she said softly, tears still running down her cheeks.
“I don’t know what to say,” he said simply, unwilling to placate her with a lie.
“Let’s just eat, your father will be home soon,” she said, emphasizing the word father.
Scott’s eyes dropped for the rest of the meal. He ate slowly, as did Missy. Things were not comfortable between them, and their eyes never met, but both were unwilling to break the silence. Finally, both of their plates were clear and they sat in silence for several minutes.
“I’ll clean up,” Scott volunteered.
“No-”
“I said I’ll do it,” he snapped a little, their eyes meeting.
Missy dropped her gaze quickly and murmured, “Thank you.”
“No. Thank you for dinner. It was very good,” he said softly.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she replied, standing up and heading for the bathroom, “I’m going to shower.”
“I’ll try not to use the water much while you are in there,” he stated, watching her swaying hips as she left.
He quickly picked up their dishes and scrubbed them clean. He made a plate for his father, and then put away the leftovers. Turning on the hot water, he set the pan in the sink to soak for a while. He heard Missy turn the water on, so he shut the sink off. He wanted her to have the best water pressure possible.
He peeked around the corner towards the bathroom, and his cock jumped at what he saw. The bathroom door was slightly ajar again, but Missy was not taking a bath. She was standing up, and through the glass he saw her facing the wall. Her nude body was entirely exposed to Scott, and in a second he was harder than he had been that afternoon when he had seen her pale bottom.
Stepping closer to the bathroom, but still where she couldn’t see, he pushed his jeans down around his thighs and began stroking his cock. Water and soap cascaded down Missy’s body, and she turned slightly. Scott drew in his breath as the side of her breast came into view. His orgasm was quickly building, when he saw her run her fingers over her mound.
“Oh, oh Scott,” she whimpered softly, “We can’t.”
Knowing that she was just daydreaming about him again, he continued his stroking. Confident that she could not see him, he shifted slightly to get a better view of her fingers slipping into her pussy.
“Oh Scott, please,” she paused.
He could not help it anymore; he entered the bathroom and opened the shower door.
“Is that what you really want?” he asked lowly, his chest vibrating, his cock hard and proud.
“Scott! What are you doing?” she shrieked, her eyes flying open, and her fingers frozen in her pussy.
“You just said you wanted me to take you.”
“Scott, I-I…” she stammered.
“You were masturbating to me, like last night,” he said confidently, stepping closer to her.
She shrank back from him, “You know about that?”
“Of course I do, I know you want me,” he hissed, the back of his hand caressing her breast.
“Scott, no!” she exclaimed, slapping his hand away.
“Stop teasing me,” he commanded.
“Scott. I’m… I’m not.” Missy’s voice was weak in her denial.
He stepped closer to her, forcing their lips together in a passionate kiss, which she briefly returned.
“No, Scott, we can’t,” she said, her hands pushing on his chest.
“We both want this.”
“But I’m married to your father.”
“I don’t care,” he whispered, his hand tangling in her hair.
“Please,” she whimpered.
He looked down at her, nearly crying and shaking in his arms. He stepped away.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his cheeks burning.
“It’s not just your fault honey. It is just as much mine,” she insisted.
Scott looked at her, drinking in her nudity and vulnerability.
“You should go,” she said softly.
He turned to walk out.
“Scott!” she called quickly.
“Yes?”
“Your father cannot know about this, and we will never speak of it again.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said, walking out and going to his bedroom.
He kicked the door shut and flopped down on the bed, peeling his clothes off as he did so. He began to stroke his cock, hard and fast. He came quickly, and it was the best orgasm he had ever had. His eyes closed and sleep began to take him.
*Missy*
Missy was so shaken by what had just happened that she abandoned the orgasm she had been so close to having. She got dressed quickly and sorted herself out just as Richard walked through the door. He grunted toward Missy to heat his food while he showered.
While she busied herself getting things ready for Richard, she refused to allow her mind to go there, to slip into the thoughts of, ‘What would have happened if I had not have stopped him?’
Another shiver ran over her overheated skin.
“Missy!”
Her husband’s barking voice snapped her back to the moment. Turning back to look at Richard she saw that she when she sat his plate down she had almost missed the table. Luckily Richard grabbed it before it hit the floor.
She sighed, “Richard, I’m sorry. My mind is elsewhere.”
“Obviously. Go on to bed, I’ll be there in a few.”
“But the dishes…”
He held up his hand to stop her. “Missy, go.”
Missy gently touched her husband’s face, smiled and went to bed.
She laid there staring at the ceiling listening to Richard moving around. He was never quiet.
‘Part of this is his fault. If he would only touch me again, I wouldn’t be attracted to Scott.’
Missy sighed deeply. ‘That’s not fair. I can’t blame my bad behavior on him. Maybe he just needs some incentive.’
With that thought she climbed out of bed, removed her nightdress, shimmied out of her panties, and slipped quickly back in bed and the covers seconds before Richard walked in.
Once Richard settled onto his side, not once looking at his wife, she slid close to him and wrapped her arm around him. Her breasts pressed into his back and she began to slide her hand down his stomach and inside his shorts.
Richard’s hand shot out, stopping her progress. “What are you doing?”
Missy kissed his back and pulled her hand free. Curling her fingers around her husband’s cock she started to stroke him. “I’m trying to show you I want you, Richard. It’s been so long.”
“Well, stop it. I’ve had a hard day.”
Her hand hesitated and she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. “Please, Richard I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel like you still want you.”
He rolled over and sat up. “Where is all this coming from? You know I want you, so stop this nonsense and get to bed.” With that he rolled over again, giving his back to her and settling down for sleep.
Tears were streaming down her face. She just felt so rejected and so frustrated, especially after what had happened earlier with Scott. Missy rolled over and cried herself toTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
He had been twelve when his father remarried and Scott had not seen him since a few months before that. Once the marriage went through, his Mom had kept him from seeing his father. But when his dad called her and asked for Scott’s help she figured now that he was seventeen and almost an adult it would be okay; after all Scott could make his own decisions now.
Thoughts and vivid images of what the farm used to look like in its heyday compared to what he was seeing now were as different as night and day. Scott remembered thick, lush fields of grass and meadows, with crops as far as the eye could see. Now, all he could see was dirt, dried grass and hay, the sad remains of a once prosperous farm.
For the first time in five years, Scott turned and really looked at his father. Richard was older; older than his mother by fifteen years. Perhaps at sixty-three he was too old to still be farming, but that is what he had always been, so that is what he continued to do. Scott’s mind then turned to Missy, Richard’s second wife, and for all intents and purposes, his stepmother.
He wondered what she looked like; he assumed she was very unattractive to have married his father. After all she was nineteen years younger than Richard. To Scott forty-four was not young, but twelve years ago when she married his father she had still been in her early thirties.
He looked at his father’s sun worn, lined face and his long, overly thin frame and thought, ‘Maybe she’s huge with snaggled teeth.’ The image of his 6’4” lanky father with a very short, very round woman, who may be slightly repulsive, caused a sharp bark of laughter to emit from his throat.
Richard turned to look at his son, giving him a hard stare. Scott returned it with a sheepish grin and turned back out the window, cheeks burning in embarrassment. Richard made a low grunting sound and looked back at the dirt road, lost in his own thoughts and worries.
Scott could feel the warmth on his cheeks, but the thought of a hag like stepmother stayed with him even as the house came into view. They rounded the last bend and that is when the ridiculous notion was finally pushed from his mind. Scott got his first real look at his stepmother as she was hanging up the wash outside.
Her strawberry blonde hair shone brightly in the early afternoon sun. It was pinned in a messy bun on top of her head; strands of it fell and blew in the wind. She could have been an actress in an old western movie with the way her hair blew in the wind. He noticed that she wasn’t very tall, at 6’3” he would surely tower over her.
The engine on the truck turned off and she turned to look at them. In that moment she was the most beautiful woman Scott had ever seen. The sun hit her from behind, illuminating her; an angel haloed by the noon sun. It showed the shadow of her body through the thin summer dress. The soft curve of her full hips, the slight swell of her breasts, all clearly illuminated for Scott to feast his eyes upon. However, it also blocked the rest of her face, and he was eager to see if what he had seen was a trick of the light or if she was as beautiful as her first impression made her out to be.
She swatted at the air, probably a small bug, and lifted the hem of her dress to scratch her upper thigh. Scott suddenly felt the warmth of the motionless truck, and he gulped as he prayed for the wind to catch her slightly raised dress even further up. Sweat was forming on his forehead and he could feel it running down his back, but more importantly he could also feel the stirring in his pants.
‘Great,’ he thought to himself.
Richard suddenly hit the hood of the truck to get Scott's attention; he had not even noticed his father get out. Richard jerkily motioned for him to get out. Slowly and reluctantly he climbed out of the truck, grabbed his bag and went to meet his stepmother.
*Missy*
Missy heard the old loud truck, the beast as she referred to it, coming down the lane. She had been in another fantasy, as she did more frequently now than ever. This one was a favorite of hers; it was of her being in a sex filled marriage where both her mind and her body were worshiped daily, when the noise of the truck had knocked her back to reality with a hard jolt.
She suddenly felt the heat and the dust; there was always dust now that most of the crops were dead. She felt the sweat rolling down her spine, between her breasts and even down her thighs. Missy hated this part of the day. The sun was at its highest and the bugs at their hungriest.
The engine stopped and she turned to face them. She slapped at a mosquito, scratched her thigh absentmindedly, and then straightened her back to meet her stepson. He was seventeen, practically a man, which meant he was able to fend for himself. She had never met him so she was a little nervous.
She watched as her weather worn husband slapped the hood with more force than necessary and the dark haired, young man emerged from the truck.
‘He’s got his daddy’s height,’ was Missy’s first thought, then as he got closer she was surprised by how incredibly handsome he was. Richard and Scott were standing beside each other looking at Missy with the same blank expression. Like father, like son.
‘So this is what my husband looked like as a young man,’ she thought, studying Scott.
Missy saw her husband’s bright gray-blue eyes, his nose that perhaps on someone else may be a little too long. She saw Richard in Scott’s unlined face, unbent body and his uncalloused hands. Scott’s face was also free and clear of defeat.
Defeat hadn’t been on Richard’s face when Missy first agreed to marry him, back when the crops were bountiful and there was plenty of money in the bank. Then the droughts had set in and as more of the fields withered and died, the money had dried up as well. Obviously with less money their marriage had crumbled as well, leaving Missy aching for the husband she once knew.
Missy loved her husband very much, but you can’t make a marriage work when you are the only one putting something in. She was on the verge of leaving Richard until last spring when the rains hit, and now slowly but surely the fields were sprouting new life. For the first time in a while Missy was feeling hope. That is why Richard broke down and called Scott for help. He couldn’t afford to hire anyone for this summer, but was hopeful for next year. For now, Scott would have to do.
She planted her best smile and extended her hand and introduced herself since her husband wasn’t going to. “Hi Scott, I’m Missy. It’s great to finally meet you.”
“Hello, ma’am.” His voice, although deep, was softer than his father’s.
“Please call me Missy.”
He gave her a small shrug and an awkward nod.
Missy reached out and touched Scott’s bag. “Here let me take that and I’ll put it in your room for you while your daddy takes you around. I’m assuming you remember where it is.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.
Richard turned and headed for the closest field, “Now, I’m going to need you start…”
Missy stepped forward, took the bag, and whispered, “Go before he leaves you behind. Patience is not your daddy’s strong suit.”
Scott finally let go of the bag, nodded and jogged to catch up with his dad. As he went, Missy could not help but admire the firm, youthful body that Scott had. She felt flushed and knew that there was more than just perspiration between her legs now.
*Scott*
Richard was talking, but Scott was definitely not listening. All he was worried about was concealing the massive hard on he now was sporting, all thanks to his not so haggish stepmother. Her sultry voice had drawn him in, and he had been unable to tear his gaze away from her beautiful eyes, and the way her lips moved.
“You listenin’ boy?” his father’s voice breaking into his thoughts.
“Yes Sir!” he rapt back, trying to pay attention, but failing miserably.
Scott’s mind was far from the crops and fields that his father was talking about. Instead, his mind kept drifting back to his curvy step mother, the way the wind fluttered her dress about her, and how the breeze caught her hair just right. He gulped as he remembered how her fingers had briefly touched his when she had reached for his bag. Her rough hands had excited him, and his stiff member yearned for her touch.
“That’s enough for today,” his father’s firm tone rang through Scott’s fantasy. Hours had passed and he had barely noticed.
“Right,” Scott mumbled back.
“Look, I know it’s a lot, just try and do as I do,” Richard said with a softer voice.
The change in his father surprised Scott, “I’ll do my best, Sir.”
Richard stared back at him for a moment, “I know you will son.”
With that they both turned towards the house. Scott suddenly felt ashamed for thinking of his stepmother like that. ‘I have to stop thinking about her like this. I’m here to do a job, and she is married to my father.’
They entered the house, his father quickly kicked off his shoes and Scott followed suit. The smell of cooking instantly hit his nostrils and his stomach rumbled as he remembered he hadn’t eaten since before getting on the plane that morning. He padded into the kitchen while his father went to the bathroom.
Missy was facing the stove, her back to the door. Scott’s eyes immediately went to her bottom, only thinly covered by the worn dress. He had never seen her from behind, and it was quite the view. The color drained from his face, the blood all rushing back to his cock. She was humming and swaying to whatever tune was playing in her mind. Her full hips swayed this way and that, and Scott had to fight to repress the urge to take them in his hands and squeeze.
He pawed at his groin, readjusting his cock to be less noticeable. Satisfied that it was, he moved to her side to look at the stove. Missy’s eyes were half closed, and she was still humming when he lightly touched her shoulder.
“Oh!” she gasped and jumped.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Scott replied bashfully.
“You, you didn’t,” she laughed, embarrassed to be caught off guard.
“Can I help?” he asked hopefully.
“I don’t think so dear,” she replied quickly, turning away.
“Oh,” he said, resigning himself to an awkward night.
“Wait,” she said suddenly, her hand brushing his again.
A tingle shot through Scott and he looked at Missy, “Yes?”
“Could you take this dish to the table?” she asked, her cheeks turning red.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Enough with that ma’am stuff, I’m not your mother,” Missy rapped back, but then bit her lip.
“Alright,” he murmured walking away.
He set the dish on the table as his father came into the kitchen. Scott hurried past him to wash up.
After quickly relieving his bladder, Scott washed his hands and quietly walked back into the kitchen. His father was sitting at the table, flipping through the day’s newspaper. Missy was still piddling about the kitchen, putting the final preparations on dinner. He briefly glanced at the roundness of her ass before the heat rose in his cheeks and a sharp pang of guilt ripped through him.
“Anything I can do to help?” he offered again.
Missy turned around and opened her mouth, but his father beat her to speaking.
“Sit down boy, Missy has this. Make sure you eat enough you’ll need your strength to be of any use to me tomorrow,” Richard said gruffly, without even looking up from the paper.
Scott’s eyes met Missy’s and she mouthed at him to sit down. She placed the rest of the dishes on the table, and then sat down herself.
Scott began picking at the various dishes before their eyes met again. Her eyes were wide and she shook her head quickly, but it was too late.
“Well boy, since you saw fit to take the first pick of the spread, you can say grace,” his father said, folding the paper and tossing it aside.
Scott sighed internally, kicking himself for not remembering. He quickly took his father’s hand, then Missy’s. The instant they touched he felt the same tingle as before. Looking at her to see if she felt it too, he noticed eyes were closed, but her cheeks were flushed. Missy gently squeezed his hand seconds before his father cleared his throat impatiently.
“Thank you God for these gifts you have given us, including our health, this food, and the rains that will bring us a good harvest,” Scott said quickly.
His father grunted and dropped his hand. Missy withdrew her own slowly.
Scott’s face was flushed, he had hoped to impress his father with the little research he had done about the area and farming, but if anything it seemed to annoy him. So he ate his supper in silence. He briefly tried to make eye contact with Missy a few times, but she seemed to always be looking somewhere else.
“I’m takin’ a shower,” Richard announced as he got up without taking his own dishes to the sink.
“Alright,” Missy said quietly, looking at the floor.
Scott’s heart pained; it was clear to see his father was neglectful of her. He wanted to do something, but had no idea how to comfort a real woman. Instead, he cleared his throat and picked up his dish to put it in the sink.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that Scott,” Missy said quickly.
“I want to,” he smiled back, hoping it was convincing.
She grinned a little at him. He walked back to the table and picked up his father’s dishes. Returning to the sink he began washing everything carefully, using as little water as possible. Missy walked up beside him and attempted to take over. He smiled and nudged his hip against her, keeping her away.
“I got this Missy,” he said quietly, liking the way her name sounded on his tongue.
“Scott…”
“It’s fine,” he said smiling.
She gave a grateful smile and began putting the leftovers away. He was aware of her eyes on him, but he continued to wash and hum softly until they heard the shower go off.
“You should wash up,” she said.
“You go ahead, I’ll finish here,” he replied without turning around.
“No, Scott.”
His cock jumped slightly at the way she said his name, but when he turned to look at her she was shaking her head. “It’s your turn. Go. I’ll finish up here.”
Scott sighed and nodded. He just wanted to be helpful. He walked out of the kitchen to do as she asked.
He stood in the shower letting the hot water wash away the stress of the day. His mind quickly turned back to Missy and his cock began to harden. With one hand on the wall, the other one cupped his balls then slid over his cock, sliding slowly up and down.
Scott’s eyes were closed as flashes of Missy’s thigh, and images of her ass swaying gently back and forth were driving him to stroke harder. He pictured coming up behind her as she moved to music and running his hands under her dress, flipping it up over her bottom while he pressed his cock between her cheeks. Rocking slowly up and down as she moved and moaned his name. Stroking harder, he moaned softly as he saw himself sliding into her wet pussy. His hips rocking faster as he felt his balls tighten and with one final thrust Scott came hard with Missy’s name on his lips.
His father had gone to bed without saying anything, and Scott was just fine with that, the less they saw each other the less he could annoy his father. He went to tell Missy goodnight, but she was nowhere to be found so with a sigh, Scott made his way to bed.
Several hours later Scott woke with a jump, not knowing where he was. It all came back and he flopped back on his pillow. He got out of bed to pee and walked down the hallway quietly, so as not to wake his father. The bathroom door was cracked open, showing a sliver of light. He started to go in when he heard a soft moan. Scott froze.
“Ohhh, baby. Mmm,” he heard Missy say.
Blushing hard he thought he had just caught his dad and Missy having sex, but when he turned quickly to go back to his room something caught his ear.
“Scott… Mmm, like that baby,” Missy moaned lowly.
He froze. This time his cock filled rapidly, to the point of being uncomfortable. Missy continued to moan in the bathroom, mostly unintelligibly. But she had definitely said his name, and not his father’s.
Knowing it was wrong, Scott turned slowly so that he was facing the door again. Crouching down and peeking in, he saw Missy was in the tub. Her legs were spread and she had one hand gripping her breast and the other was dipped below the water. He could hear the lapping of the water blending with her moans, as her hand moved.
“Please, Scott… Yes,” she moaned, slightly louder than before.
Scott could not help himself, he was frozen in place. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him, but quickly dismissed it. She was moaning his name after all. He was just watching a pretty woman touch herself. Not that he could see much. That is, until Missy repositioned her legs and raised them to the sides of the tub.
“Fuck me. I know you want me,” she murmured, her fingers rapidly plunging into her pussy.
Scott ripped his cock from his boxers, now completely lost to a haze of lust. He wanted to go in there and do just what she was asking of him, but was afraid that his father would catch them.
Knowing it was wrong did not stop his hand from flying up and down his cock as he watched this curvy, beautiful woman masturbate while thinking of him. Her fingers pushed farther into herself, and her other hand roamed her body, from her clit to her nipples and back again. Scott was close, so close. He had been hard since he had first met Missy, and even though he came a few hours earlier, this was simply too much for his young senses to bear.
“I’m going to cum. Oh please, Scott cum with me,” Missy whispered desperately.
Missy’s hips bucked and he watched as she came, imagining that it was his hard cock and not her own fingers bring her to orgasm. Scott began to cum himself. He gulped as long ropes of cum splashed against the door and floor; he was unable to control himself.
Moaning lowly, he watched as Missy tensed and began to turn towards the door. He shuffled out of view just in the nick of time. Instantly, he began kicking himself for what he had just done. Quickly stuffing his cock back into his jeans, he moaned again at how sensitive he still was, but then bit his tongue to silence himself. He rushed back to his room praying Missy wouldn’t notice the cum on the door, hoping he could clean it up after she was done.
*Missy*
Missy watched the doorway for a few moments, but didn’t hear anything else. She mentally kicked herself for forgetting to latch the door. This was always her alone time. The time she had to relax, have a glass of wine and tend to her own needs. Well, her needs had been great tonight.
She drained the tub and began drying off; catching sight of herself in the mirror she suddenly felt very ashamed. Leaning forward to look at the soft lines in her tan face, but not tan enough to hide the blush that was still on her cheeks.
“It’s Richard’s son. His seventeen year old son, you stupid woman,” she whispered to herself. The need was gone and it had left nothing but guilt.
Hearing the rooster crow seemed to come earlier and earlier for Missy especially on the nights where sleep wouldn’t come. She kissed her husband good morning, prepared herself for the day, and then went to prepare breakfast for the men. They had a busy day ahead of them.
She turned the radio on low and was humming along to a song as she moved around the kitchen. Missy was trying to distract herself from thinking about Scott. The mere sight of him made her breath catch, but when he touched her. She faltered in her steps and took a deep breath.
‘Jesus woman stop it. You are old enough to be his mother. Hell, you are his stepmother!’
She sighed and put the biscuits in the oven.
“He up yet?”
Her husband’s deep gruff voice made her jump and turn towards him. She gave him a small embarrassed giggle. “No, not yet. I’ll go wake him.”
“That’s fine.” Richard stood there taking in his wife’s appearance before turning and walking out the door to get the morning paper.
Missy sighed sadly. She had thought for a moment there that he was going to touch her, but she should have known better. He barely ever touched her anymore.
Knocking softly on the door, she waited a moment for a reply, but didn’t hear anything, so she knocked again.
“Scott?” Nothing.
This time she opened the door and the hall light flooded his room showing Scott still sleeping. He was in nothing but boxers and his long hard cock was visible through his boxers. Her eyes followed the path and gasped softly when she realized that part of it was exposed and lying on his stomach.
There was throbbing down below and she felt herself grow wet, her eyes slid up his body and to his face. The young yet extremely familiar face; he looked so much like his father and it made her body ache with need.
Hearing the back door slam shut startled her out of her musing. She pulled the door mostly closed so she could no longer see him and knocked harder.
“Scott. You need to get up.”
This time she heard the rustling and a few grunts and groans so she knocked again.
“Scott, you need to get up and get dressed. Breakfast is in ten minutes. Let’s go.”
“Thank you, Missy. I’m up and I’ll be out then.”
She closed the door fully and went back to finish up.
Richard was at the table and Missy allowed her hand to run gently over the back of his neck. He stopped looking through his paper and looked up at his wife.
“He up?”
“Yes.”
Missy was just setting the butter on the table when a blurry eyed Scott came in the room and took his seat.
The men grunted and nodded at each other at the same time. It made Missy giggle and they both turned to look at her with the same expression. Of course this made her want to laugh again, but she bit her lip and turned her back to them.
Just like last night they ate in silence. Missy kept glancing at Scott and caught him looking at her. A few times their eyes would lock and she would smile at him. He returned her smile a few times but mostly he would blush and look down.
Richard stood, stretched and drained the rest of the coffee in his cup. “C’mon, finish up. We have a lot to get done and the day is wasting.” With that he walked out the kitchen.
Missy stood up collected her and Richard’s plates, taking them to the sink then turned around to collect the rest of the empty dishes.
Scott picked up his plate and took it to the sink without a word.
“You don’t have to do that. It’s my job,” Missy said softly.
“No disrespect, Missy, but my mother raised me differently. I used the plate, she cooked the food, the least I can do is take it the sink. Do you need help with the dishes?”
Missy stood in front of him looking into his stubborn, set eyes and knew that there was no way she could sway him, instead she smiled.
It took him just a moment to return her smile. It was stunning and it made her breath catch.
“Okay you, go on outside before your daddy gets upset.”
She turned her back on him to collect herself. After a deep breath she spun around and ran right into him. Scott’s hands griped her upper arms to keep her from falling backwards and she grabbed a hold of his shirt so she was pressed completely to him.
“Whoa,” Scott breathed softly looking down into his stepmother’s startled eyes.
Missy’s body leaned closer into him, her fingers curled onto his shirt and she felt his grip tighten on her arms making her gasp slightly.
With their bodies pressed so close Missy could feel Scott’s erection pressing against her tummy. There was a moment shared between them, one that made a slight whimper slip through her slightly quivering lips.
Want and desire passed between them and Scott was leaning forward without thought to kiss her.
“Scott. You need to go outside now.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
He seemed to snap back into the moment, and let her go, moving away from her like she would burn him. “I’m so sorry,” he croaked and headed out the door.
Missy leaned against the sink holding onto the countertop for support. “My God, Missy you stupid stupid woman.”
*Scott*
Scott listened to his father through a haze of guilt. He had been brought here to help with the farm, not make out with his stepmother. His cheeks were red, and his palms were sweaty. Luckily these things could be passed off as a side effect of the heat. His father put him to work repairing a part of the corral close to the house. Then he left to survey the rest of the fields, leaving Scott to his own burning guilt.
He threw himself into the work at hand, hoping to sweat out his taboo desires for Missy. It was no help. Every time he closed his eyes, there she was, pressed against the counter, slowly swaying. Her full hips teased him, and Scott found his cock hard and uncomfortable as he continued working on the corral.
The heat of the day was upon him, but Scott was determined not to go in for water. He did not want to seem weak in his father’s eyes for taking a break so soon, nor was he ready to face Missy. Instead, he stripped off his shirt and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Turning his back to the house he readjusted his inflated cock and redoubled his efforts on resetting the posts.
After another thirty minutes, he could feel every muscle on his body on fire. Every time he bent down for something, or struck a nail with the hammer, he felt the rippling in his muscles. It was uncomfortable, but it also felt empowering.
Doing traditional physical labor made him feel like a real man, like his father. Staying bent over, he enjoyed the cool breeze that whipped past him and caressed his aching body. He heard the screen door creak open, then bang shut. Straightening up and turning, he saw Missy hanging laundry on the line. Her earbuds were in, was once again swaying to whatever song was playing.
From where he was standing, slightly downhill from his stepmother, the sun was hitting her thin dress just right. He felt a rush as the outline of her soft curves became apparent. Instead of shame, he felt masculine. He wanted to march up to her and drag her supple body into his until their lips met.
His cock throbbed, and he felt his balls tighten. Missy glanced over at him, but quickly looked away, turning her back to him as she hung up another sheet. This caused him to smirk; he was beginning to understand that perhaps she wanted him to. The breeze picked up and Scott closed his eyes, imagining Missy on her knees in front of him, begging, pleading for his cock. His eyes snapped open again, and the guilt crept back in. That is when he saw it, the wind had caught her dress just right, and it had flared up. Missy’s pale bottom was exposed; she was not even wearing any underwear.
Scott turned quickly, and walked away towards the shed. As turned on as he was, and as sure of the fact that Missy was attracted to him too, it was too much looking at her bare bottom. Bolting into the shed, he closed the door behind him. Before he knew what was happening, his jeans were undone and his hard cock was in his hand. He began to stroke furiously, seeking relief.
“That’s right Missy, suck my cock. Oh God yes,” he moaned as he saw her in his mind’s eye, on her knees devouring his manhood.
His fingers were sweaty and dirty from the tools and grime, he could not care less. He hunched over and continued stroking, single mindedly focused on his need to cum. Scott imagined his stepmother slipping into his bedroom and throwing her leg over him. Once she was mounted she would wake him up by slipping his morning wood into her warm, welcoming pussy. He heard her calling his name, moaning her desire. He began to cum, his cock twitching and shooting powerful, long ropes of his seed into the corner of the shed. He moaned and shook, unable to control the waves of pleasure rippling through him.
“Scott?” Missy called, “Are you okay?”
“Oh, um, yeah!” he called back hastily.
“I have some water for you,” she continued, now right outside the shed’s door.
“Oh, thanks!” he called, stuffing his cock back in his jeans.
“Can I-”
Scott ripped open the door and sagged against it smiling, “Here.”
Missy blushed and handed him a bottle of water, “It is really hot today, you should have come in before now for something.”
“Dad hasn’t yet, so if he doesn’t need it, I don’t either,” Scott said with a small grin.
Now Missy smiled, “Scott weren’t you listening at breakfast?”
“Yes, uh, well, maybe not,” Scott blushed.
“Your father is surveying the rest of the fields and cattle, he will be gone all day. I sent him with enough water for two men for three days!” Missy explained with a giggle.
“Oh,” he replied simply.
“So come in every half hour or so for water, we don’t need you passing out,” she said with a small smile as she turned to walk away.
“Okay,” he said softly, his eyes now glued to her ass.
In his mind, Scott was imagining her pale bottom, uncovered once again. His hands were on her hips and his fingers dug into her supple flesh. She was moaning for him, to go harder and to quicken the pace, lest they get caught. Once again, Scott was rock hard. Instead of attending to his own needs though, he returned to fixing the corral. He knew that if it was not finished by the time his father was home, there would be hell to pay.
It was nearing five o’clock, and Scott had just finished the repairs. Despite Missy’s protests, he had only gone in twice more for water, bringing out multiple bottles with him, rather than deal with his constant growing lust. He put the tools back where they belonged and set his gaze towards the house. He smelled something good, but could not place it. Trudging up the small hill, he made his way to the door, knowing that when he entered, Missy would be right there. He was right.
“Hi, Scott. All done for the day?” she asked with a cool glance towards him.
“Yes ma … Missy,” he replied, catching himself.
She grinned and looked at him, “Good boy, your father will be proud.”
“When do you think he will be back?”
“That’s hard to say. Sometimes he gets back well after dark, especially if there was a problem. He’ll call if he needs us, but he doesn't want us to wait. So go wash up so we can eat,” she explained, ushering him towards the bathroom.
He smiled as he entered the bathroom and began scrubbing his hands. Some time alone with Missy may prove to be interesting. Turning off the water, Scott exited the bathroom and stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching Missy put the finishing touches on dinner.
“Smells good,” he commented.
She laughed, “You sound like him.”
His cheeks burned brightly, “Really?”
“Yes, you have that same gruffness in your voice when you pay a compliment,” she turned to face him, “It’s okay to give a lady a compliment Scott, we like to hear them. It doesn’t make you less of a man.”
He blushed brightly, “I know.”
“Good,” she beamed, shutting off the stove and getting the plates ready to portion out supper.
He walked up behind her, helping her reach for the plates. His left hand went to the small of her back to balance them, and he felt her jump and press harder against the counter, trying to shrink away from him. His cock jumped and he grinned a little as he withdrew plates in hand. Now Missy was blushing as he held the plates for her. She portioned out some of the beef on each plate, then vegetables, and finally a hunk of bread.
“The lemonade is on the table already,” she said quietly, her cheeks still red.
“I saw, it looks refreshing,” he said with a smile.
She grinned at him as he carried both of their plates to the table; he set hers down before walking around the table and sitting down with his own. He watched as she sat, her breasts bouncing slightly as she did. Their eyes met; she knew what he had been looking at. Nothing was said for a moment.
“Grace?” he asked.
“Please,” she whispered.
He extended his hand, and she hesitantly took it, “Thank you God for this fine day, and for allowing us to get our chores done quickly and successfully. Thank you for the food which we are about to receive, and thank you for the beautiful woman who made it.”
“Scott…,” Missy gasped, her hand slipping from his.
“I thought women liked compliments?”
“About their achievements,” she said firmly.
“Never about their stunning figures?” he challenged.
“Scott, we can’t,” she pleaded softly, her eyes dropping.
“Can’t what? Say an honest grace?” he said, pushing her slightly.
“You know what I mean,” she murmured.
“No, I don’t,” he said firmly.
“I can’t kiss you, I can’t like you, I can’t cross a line with you, Scott!” she cried, suddenly bursting into tears.
Scott frowned; this was not how this was supposed to go.
“I never asked for those things, Missy.”
“You didn't have to ask, it’s in the way you look at me, like you see right through me,” she said softly, tears still running down her cheeks.
“I don’t know what to say,” he said simply, unwilling to placate her with a lie.
“Let’s just eat, your father will be home soon,” she said, emphasizing the word father.
Scott’s eyes dropped for the rest of the meal. He ate slowly, as did Missy. Things were not comfortable between them, and their eyes never met, but both were unwilling to break the silence. Finally, both of their plates were clear and they sat in silence for several minutes.
“I’ll clean up,” Scott volunteered.
“No-”
“I said I’ll do it,” he snapped a little, their eyes meeting.
Missy dropped her gaze quickly and murmured, “Thank you.”
“No. Thank you for dinner. It was very good,” he said softly.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she replied, standing up and heading for the bathroom, “I’m going to shower.”
“I’ll try not to use the water much while you are in there,” he stated, watching her swaying hips as she left.
He quickly picked up their dishes and scrubbed them clean. He made a plate for his father, and then put away the leftovers. Turning on the hot water, he set the pan in the sink to soak for a while. He heard Missy turn the water on, so he shut the sink off. He wanted her to have the best water pressure possible.
He peeked around the corner towards the bathroom, and his cock jumped at what he saw. The bathroom door was slightly ajar again, but Missy was not taking a bath. She was standing up, and through the glass he saw her facing the wall. Her nude body was entirely exposed to Scott, and in a second he was harder than he had been that afternoon when he had seen her pale bottom.
Stepping closer to the bathroom, but still where she couldn’t see, he pushed his jeans down around his thighs and began stroking his cock. Water and soap cascaded down Missy’s body, and she turned slightly. Scott drew in his breath as the side of her breast came into view. His orgasm was quickly building, when he saw her run her fingers over her mound.
“Oh, oh Scott,” she whimpered softly, “We can’t.”
Knowing that she was just daydreaming about him again, he continued his stroking. Confident that she could not see him, he shifted slightly to get a better view of her fingers slipping into her pussy.
“Oh Scott, please,” she paused.
He could not help it anymore; he entered the bathroom and opened the shower door.
“Is that what you really want?” he asked lowly, his chest vibrating, his cock hard and proud.
“Scott! What are you doing?” she shrieked, her eyes flying open, and her fingers frozen in her pussy.
“You just said you wanted me to take you.”
“Scott, I-I…” she stammered.
“You were masturbating to me, like last night,” he said confidently, stepping closer to her.
She shrank back from him, “You know about that?”
“Of course I do, I know you want me,” he hissed, the back of his hand caressing her breast.
“Scott, no!” she exclaimed, slapping his hand away.
“Stop teasing me,” he commanded.
“Scott. I’m… I’m not.” Missy’s voice was weak in her denial.
He stepped closer to her, forcing their lips together in a passionate kiss, which she briefly returned.
“No, Scott, we can’t,” she said, her hands pushing on his chest.
“We both want this.”
“But I’m married to your father.”
“I don’t care,” he whispered, his hand tangling in her hair.
“Please,” she whimpered.
He looked down at her, nearly crying and shaking in his arms. He stepped away.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his cheeks burning.
“It’s not just your fault honey. It is just as much mine,” she insisted.
Scott looked at her, drinking in her nudity and vulnerability.
“You should go,” she said softly.
He turned to walk out.
“Scott!” she called quickly.
“Yes?”
“Your father cannot know about this, and we will never speak of it again.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said, walking out and going to his bedroom.
He kicked the door shut and flopped down on the bed, peeling his clothes off as he did so. He began to stroke his cock, hard and fast. He came quickly, and it was the best orgasm he had ever had. His eyes closed and sleep began to take him.
*Missy*
Missy was so shaken by what had just happened that she abandoned the orgasm she had been so close to having. She got dressed quickly and sorted herself out just as Richard walked through the door. He grunted toward Missy to heat his food while he showered.
While she busied herself getting things ready for Richard, she refused to allow her mind to go there, to slip into the thoughts of, ‘What would have happened if I had not have stopped him?’
Another shiver ran over her overheated skin.
“Missy!”
Her husband’s barking voice snapped her back to the moment. Turning back to look at Richard she saw that she when she sat his plate down she had almost missed the table. Luckily Richard grabbed it before it hit the floor.
She sighed, “Richard, I’m sorry. My mind is elsewhere.”
“Obviously. Go on to bed, I’ll be there in a few.”
“But the dishes…”
He held up his hand to stop her. “Missy, go.”
Missy gently touched her husband’s face, smiled and went to bed.
She laid there staring at the ceiling listening to Richard moving around. He was never quiet.
‘Part of this is his fault. If he would only touch me again, I wouldn’t be attracted to Scott.’
Missy sighed deeply. ‘That’s not fair. I can’t blame my bad behavior on him. Maybe he just needs some incentive.’
With that thought she climbed out of bed, removed her nightdress, shimmied out of her panties, and slipped quickly back in bed and the covers seconds before Richard walked in.
Once Richard settled onto his side, not once looking at his wife, she slid close to him and wrapped her arm around him. Her breasts pressed into his back and she began to slide her hand down his stomach and inside his shorts.
Richard’s hand shot out, stopping her progress. “What are you doing?”
Missy kissed his back and pulled her hand free. Curling her fingers around her husband’s cock she started to stroke him. “I’m trying to show you I want you, Richard. It’s been so long.”
“Well, stop it. I’ve had a hard day.”
Her hand hesitated and she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. “Please, Richard I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel like you still want you.”
He rolled over and sat up. “Where is all this coming from? You know I want you, so stop this nonsense and get to bed.” With that he rolled over again, giving his back to her and settling down for sleep.
Tears were streaming down her face. She just felt so rejected and so frustrated, especially after what had happened earlier with Scott. Missy rolled over and cried herself toTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
Elissa
- 05.03.2020
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