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Coming through the foyer John heard his stepmother crying in the den. That was odd. She'd always seemed so stoic. She never showed her feelings at all. John often had wondered if she even loved him or his brother. It was not important now but it had been when they were growing up. After she married their father. She'd never been emotionally demonstrative. John couldn't remember the last time he saw his parents hug or share a kiss. But that was just stepmom Sylvia. Or so he always thought.
John had recently graduated from college and came home for the summer. He was diligently searching for employment but had been unsuccessful as of yet. He had no doubts he'd find something, but in the meantime his parents didn't express any problems with him being there. He just took back his old room. His older brother was out of the house and working in a nearby city. He had married and settled into an apartment. So, it was just John and his father, Griffith, and Sylvia now.
His father worked long hours. He always had. His work even kept him away from home for periods of time, ranging from a few days to a few weeks. He worked for a military contractor which supplied computer equipment and the training to go with it. Father was a computer engineer. In fact, he was away right now on a mission to train some troops at a base in another state. That left John and his stepmother alone.
He had always known that Sylvia was beautiful. His friends at school constantly reminded him. She was only twenty years old when she married Griffith. He'd been an instructor in college, but not yet a professor. John had been three years old and his brother Craig was a year older. They didn't even remember their real mother.
Sylvia was only forty years old now. And she was almost fanatical about staying in good shape. It seemed an obsession sometimes, but it had rubbed off on the two boys. John still kept himself in great condition. And his stepmother was still the loveliest mother among all of his friends.
Sylvia had never finished college. She married her instructor boyfriend and quit school. Father left his college and got a job in private industry as a trainer. Stepmom took care of the apartment and the two boys. She even had a part-time job to help with the expenses. They were lucky. Griffith's rise was steady, as was his income, but he also was spending more and more time away from home.
The boys never really knew him, nor did they have any special feelings for him. Sylvia, on the other hand, was different.
Her distance from them always hurt. But they grew out of it. They both did well in school, went to good colleges, and were alright now. And Sylvia was still distant, cool, and unemotional. They both just recognized that their stepmother was not like the other mothers who were always hugging their children and praising their efforts, with smiles on their faces.
And now, for the first time ever that he could remember, his stepmother was expressing emotion. And it was manifesting itself in crying. What could she be unhappy about. His father being away again? Perhaps. Even though he felt he might be intruding, and not knowing if his presence would be welcome, John went into the den and saw Sylvia supine on the leather sofa. She had her face covered and her lovely hair was spread out on a throw pillow underneath her head.
"Sylvia? Am I intruding? Can I do something for you?"
It startled her. She sat up abruptly, looking oddly at her stepson, and wiping away the tears.
"Oh. No, John. It's really nothing. Just a bit blue. It'll pass. Thanks anyway."
So John nodded and went away. He went to his room. He decided to take a shower. It'd been a long day. He'd interviewed at three businesses in the nearby city. He felt he had done well, but would still have to wait to see if he got any callbacks. He was still wondering about Sylvia. It didn't seem that she had been truthful with him. Being a bit blue didn't seem part of her character.
When he came downstairs for dinner he noticed that the dinner table had not been set. He wondered where his stepmother was. He decided to check the den again and found her still there. She was now sitting with her legs crossed, but with her face in her hands. Her sobbing was more quiet now but it was obvious that this couldn't go on. His stepmother wasn't like this. He thought to himself that she must need some help.
John went to the sofa and sat down with her. She felt his presence and then placed her arms around him. As she cried into his shoulder he could feel the trembling of her warm body. This was the first time in many years that he had touched his stepmother. Even under the circumstances it felt very good. He was surprised at how much he had missed having the touch of a mother. He stroked her long, brown hair and just held her.
Finally, she let go of him and then stood up. She began pacing around the book lined den, on the damask rug, and her ballet slippers made no sound. But her legs were lovely. He couldn't help noticing. She had a spectacular body and it showed in the white silk blouse and black cotton skirt that swirled around her knees. At last, with a sigh of acceptance, she turned to John and spoke.
"This is terribly embarrassing to me. I shouldn't be talking to you this way. But I have no one else to talk to. I've never had any close friends in this town. I've never been close to your father. That's the biggest problem. Marrying him was such a mistake. That's why I'm so ashamed to tell you this. But I have to tell someone. I think it'll drive me crazy if I keep it in any longer."
John was a little frightened, but also quite proud that his stepmother should have such confidence in him.
"Sylvia, I'm not about to tell you what's best for you. I couldn't begin to know what your life has been like. You must know that we've all wondered why you were so cool at all times and never showed emotion. But I'm your stepson. I'll do anything I can to help you. Family always comes first. Craig thinks that, and so do I."
"Please know this, John. I've always loved you and Craig. I tried to love your father. I did. But he never let me in. It was a mistake to marry him in the first place. I had no idea at the time what he was like. But we both were young and really had no business trying to make a family. I think he only wanted someone to take care of you two boys."
I looked at her quizzically. I was hearing things completely new to me.
"This may be difficult for you to hear but I don't think your father ever intended for us to have a normal relationship. I saw rather quickly that we'd never really love each other. In fact, I think your father is gay. Does that shock you? It shouldn't. Back in the time we married many gay men didn't come out for years and years, and many married and had families. I think you two were aberrations. When your mother died he needed help."
"Sylvia, that's no big deal today. The real problem, I think, is that you've had a loveless marriage. It's a pity and a real shame. You could obviously have any man you wanted. I know it may sound cruel to Father, but you should consider finding a man who would appreciate you and love you. That's all I'll say. I think you have a decision to make, but I'll help all I can. Really, Sylvia, Craig and I always loved you. We just never thought you loved us."
"Oh, god, please John. It was never that way. I know I haven't been a perfect mother, but I tried to give what I could. I've felt lost and alone so many years. Please forgive any pain I gave you. I didn't mean it to be that way. Truly, John. I do love you. I love you dearly, I just feel very lost and confused."
"Well, think about what I said Mother. You need to find someone who cares for you. It's that simple, I think. Now, if I'm not being insensitive, I need to eat. Shall we just go out and have something? I know you don't feel like cooking now."
"Oh, yes, John. That'd be fine. Forgive my thoughtlessness. We'll just go down the street to the Italian place and get something. That would be fine. Just let me fix my face."
John went into the front room and waited. As he did he considered what a waste it had been. To think, a woman as lovely and sexually appealing as his stepmother should have a loveless, virtually sexless marriage. It wasn't right. He recalled Sylvia crying on his shoulder, and also the strange feelings it aroused in him. He had actually felt his cock getting hard. That was pleasant to recall. As he did it began to get erect again. Sylvia was so fucking pretty, and sexy too. Oh well.
Sylvia came into the front room with a wrap in case it got cool in the restaurant and wearing high heels now. John rose and they went out to the car. He looked at the lovely curve of her calves. John drove to the restaurant. Only a mile or so away. They went in, ordered dinner, and some wine to accompany it.
Sylvia had started serving wine to her stepsons as soon as they came of age. She loved wine with her meals. She always had. Tonight she wanted to feel good. She was tired and wanted to just have a little enjoyment.
The dinner was pleasant for both of them. After chatting about John's interviews they discussed Craig and his wife and how they were getting on. That seemed to be a good match. The conversation continued with innocuous subjects and the wine had its affect on Sylvia. She was touching John's arm as she spoke, more and more often. She was quite sleepy when they finally left. She even allowed John to pay.
When they arrived home Sylvia was a little unsteady. John helped her up the stairs to her room. At her door she turned and hugged him. Then she kissed him on the lips. That was a great surprise. The greater surprise was that the kiss lingered just a moment longer than he would have expected. Then she said goodnight and went into her room.
Sylvia closed the door. She went over to her bed and began undressing. She was able to remove her high heels and then her blouse and skirt. She fumbled with her unnecessary bra and her black panties. Her breasts were firm and perky. Not large, but still upright, and with nipples that were tiny. Like little rubies. She had wanted to shave her pussy years ago. It might feel so good when she masturbated all alone in her room. Perhaps now she would. She hadn't shared a room with Griffith since the boys had started school.
Going to her dresser she found her favorite vibrator and placed it near her pillow. She got up on her bed and gazed into the wall mirror, admiring herself, and wanting to please herself. Her thoughts strayed to John. He had seemed so mature tonight. She realized just how handsome her stepson was. Oh well. She had her toys.
Sitting on the edge of her bed she began using the vibrator, first on her nipples, bringing them to attention and making her pussy begin to moisten, which made her move the device to her pussy. She loved to think of the dirty words as she played with herself. She had always wanted to hear a man saying them to her as they fucked, or she sucked his cock.
Sylvia was well read. She knew all about sex and what she had missed. But she made herself come with the vibrator, first by tickling her clitoris, and then moving to the labia and into her vagina, her cunt, her pussy, fucking herself and making moaning sounds of lust. She came and came. This was what she wanted.
And as she came she thought of John. Sylvia fell asleep and dreamt of her stepson taking her. And she didn't resist.
When John walked away from his stepmother's room he was aware that his prick was growing. He knew what he needed. He needed it badly right now. He hurried to his own room, entered, and began flinging his clothes about the room. Soon he was on his bed with his boner in his hand and jerking it faster and faster. His thoughts were about the time he had seen his stepmother in the exercise room working out.
She had been sweating and her nipples had shown through the tee shirt she was wearing along with the short work out pants. Her long, curvaceous legs were thrusting in the machine has she worked her arms back and forth. He remembered and it kept him hard. His coming was long and forceful, hitting his naked stomach and running down to his hairy balls.
The next morning Sylvia and John both arose at the same time. Each had their own bathroom so they didn't see each other until they both arrived downstairs for breakfast. Sylvia was a good cook. That was always one of her loves.
John was hungry, in more ways than one. He was anxious to see his stepmother. He looked at her in a whole new light now. Sylvia was glancing at John with a different look today. She also was thinking of him in a new way. Their smiles were tentative, but John was gratified that she smiled at all. She so seldom did.
He left for the day to have an interview. As he was walking towards the front door Sylvia approached.
"John, good luck with the interview. You'll do great, I'm sure."
Then she leaned up to her tall, handsome stepson and gave him a kiss goodbye. John kissed her back while putting his hands on her waist. They broke apart and Sylvia began to blush. John saw his stepmother turning red and it made him feel good. For what reason, he wasn't sure. But it did. He gave her another peck on the lips and then went out and drove away for the day.
Sylvia crossed her arms across her breast, feeling the hardness of her nipples. She wondered what was coming over her. These were all new feelings for her. She felt young again. Young and full of energy. For some reason she was smiling. She spent the rest of the day smiling as she ran errands and stopped at her spa.
She had them wax her genital area. It felt quite fresh and clean and sexy as she walked around with a pussy completely hairless. She went to the lingerie shop and bought some new and sexy items. It felt good to be treating herself this way. She hadn't really realized what she was planning but this seemed right to her.
That evening when John arrived home his stepmother was working in the kitchen preparing dinner. He went upstairs to clean up for dinner. When he got downstairs she was waiting in a pretty cocktail dress. She looked lovely, as always, but tonight her smile was dazzling. He returned the smile and gave her a hug. She returned it. This was new territory for both of them.
They dined and had a conversation concerning both of their days. Sylvia didn't mention the waxing or the lingerie purchases. But she was wearing a new see-through bra and a thong tonight. And she had put on her most expensive perfume. John could smell it, and it did its work. It made him notice how wonderful she was, in so many ways. Her hand was often touching his as he ate and chatted. He squeezed her hand and she smiled with love in her eyes.
The dinner finished with a wine toast from Sylvia.
"To new adventures and travels."
John touched her wineglass with his, smiled, and placed his hand on her bare knee below her skirt. She responded by putting a hand on his and then moving it up her leg towards her treasure. John felt his cock growing in his slacks. As he moved his hand up his stepmother's leg she put her hand on his prick and began squeezing it. The moment had arrived. They had crossed the barrier. The night was just beginning.
Sylvia wanted her stepson. More than she had ever wanted any man. And John wanted his Sylvia. They finished their wine, rose up, and John picked his stepmother up in his arms. She was so tiny and winsome. He carried her up the stairs to her room. It had the largest bed. He placed her softly upon the edge of the bed and knelt before her. He pushed her skirt up. Seeing the thong and the hairless pussy just made him lust for her more. He pulled the thong down around her legs and abruptly pushed his face into her pussy. He wanted to taste his stepmother.
Neither had said a word since the toast at the dinner table. No words were needed. Sylvia pressed her pussy into John's face, grinding it and making herself come. Her juices were being spread all over his face, the wetness filling his mouth and causing his cock to twitch in anticipation. His tongue licked her clit and then he sucked on it. Her moans made him lick harder and he forced his tongue into her slit as deeply as he could. He was fucking her with his tongue and groaning with lust as he did. HisTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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