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I had lived with my mom since my parent’s divorce. However, in order to go to school I had to move with my dad. He had married a few years before. I had not yet met his wife.
The day finally came and I arrived at their house with my Uhaul. They met me at the door. I was immediately impressed by her. Clearly a bimbo trophy wife. I knew they had lived in Mexico for a year or so, and he clearly had bought her a full narco-wife upgrade there: She had huge boobs, a tiny waist, a huge bubble butt, and wore what appeared to be shrink-wrap tight, revealing clothes. Her name was Mandy. She clearly was not thrilled to have me move in with them, but she was courteous enough. My dad, however, did not seem happy that day.
The following day, he broke down with me and told me, in tears, that he had been involved in an embezzlement scheme and had lost his case. He had to report to prison the following day. I was stunned. Mandy already knew, and she was already past the shock and surprise. I felt terrible for dad, but at the same time, I asked him what I was supposed to do with school. I was counting on living with him and had not budgeted for room and board. He told me that the house was being repossessed, but that luckily, Mandy owned a rental apartment that was empty, and she planned to move in there. She had agreed to take me with her until I could get my bearings.
The following day, I said goodbye to dad, and followed Mandy to her apartment. She had managed to get furniture from the house sent over with movers. It was a small, one bedroom, first-floor apartment. I sighed when she told me I would have to sleep in the sofa. Great. We spent the rest of the day organizing stuff. I knew it would be tough to concentrate on study while living with her.
The next two or three days, the same routine unfolded. I would be sound asleep at five when the sound of her alarm clock would wake me. I would hear her go to the bathroom, then, about half an hour later, she would come out in gym gear on her way out. I would pretend to be sound asleep, just to check her out. Heavy-duty sports bra, which struggled to contain the huge tits. Skin-tight capri exercise pants, flip flops, gym bag. I would get up a while later, eat some breakfast, take a crap, then shower, where I would rub one off picturing her in her gym gear. Then off to school. I would return to an empty apartment. I would quickly check her stuff out before she arrived. Her underwear consisted entirely of tiny, no-seam thongs, and specialty-store, super-heavy duty bras. 32 HH. I didn’t even knew they made such sizes. I could put my entire head inside a cup. Dozens of blouses, pants, and dresses that were so skimpy, thin, and light that they could fit inside a carry-on. Dozens and dozens of high-heeled shoes in all kinds of styles and patterns. A few sneakers and flip flops, and exercise clothes.
She would arrive from her job at a marketing company, complaining about her feet killing her, step off her high-heels, and quickly whip up a salad and some precooked chicken or fish. I was so sick after the second time that I volunteer to grill fresh stuff on the small grill on the patio. After dinner, she would go in the bedroom to watch TV or talk on the phone with her girlfriends, while I did the dishes and then studied on the dining table. She would go to bed early. After I would see the strip of light under her door go off, I would have the apartment to myself.
When I lived with mom, and had my room, I would ordinarily finish studying, whip up my laptop, and masturbate to some porn, then fall asleep soundly. Here, however, I was literally sleeping fifteen feet away from a porn-star lookalike, and I had no interest in the online stuff anymore. I would tiptoe quietly, and, standing next to her door, carefully put my ear on it and listen. The first night I heard nothing but faint snores, and, after falling asleep, went to bed. It was the second or third night that I saw the light go on briefly. I was paralyzed. I heard a drawer open, then the light went off again. A few moments later, I could hear the unmistakable hum of a vibrator, and a minute or so later, slight sloshing sounds and quiet moans and whimpers. She clearly was doing it quietly as to not call my attention, and if I had not been right there by the door, the sounds would have been inaudible. My dick of course was hard inside my lounge pants. When the sounds quieted down, I quietly tiptoed to the other side of the apartment and rubbed one off. I was almost climaxing when I realized I had nothing to ejaculate on. I ended cumming on the bag inside the kitchen trash can.
The week passed, exactly following the same routine. On Saturday morning, I woke up. There was plenty of light, and it was already eight o clock. I was thirsty, so I got up and drank some lemonade from the fridge. Mandy was not up yet. I opened the sliding door and went out to the patio, to get some fresh air. Her bedroom window was right by. I realized the vertical blinds were closed, but not fully drawn, and a sliver of darkness was visible by the window edge. Against my best judgement, I quietly moved by the window and peeked in. After a few seconds, I saw the bed and I saw her. Luckily, she was on her side, with her back towards the window. I saw her feet, then the sheet was drawn over her legs and butt, but her entire back was uncovered. She slept in the nude. I stepped back to avoid being seen peeking by a neighbor, and went in. Mandy woke up around nine. She was wearing one of those waffle-fabric cotton robes, and barefoot. She said good morning and asked me if I ate eggs for breakfast. I nodded. She set up the coffee maker, and then took some eggs out and a tub of blueberries. She whipped up the eggs and cooked them on a pan, while I set the table. Despite the robe, her nipples were clearly outlined. I felt my dick grow inside my pants. I sat at the table to hide the bulge from her. She came over with the food. The whipping had loosened her robe a bit, and some cleavage was visible. She reflexively drew the robe close and tightened the waist band as she sat down. It only accentuated her silhouette. We ate and had small talk. The rest of the day, she spent with friends and I studying at the library. When I came back, she was not home yet. The apartment was hot. I went to adjust the thermostat and found a post-it on it that said “broken”. She clearly had been in while I was at the library. She came back late, a bit tipsy. She wore a backless mini dress and strappy sandals. She just said hi and went to bed.
I could not sleep. The apartment was very hot, it was the middle of summer and outside it was even worse. I was wearing only boxers and even then I could not sleep comfortably. I figured the usual remedy of jacking off would help. I decided to do it in the bathroom, that way I could wipe off the evidence with toilet paper. I went in and decided to use one of her body lotions as lube. I poured a good dab on my dick and adjusted my stance.
The combination of explosive noise, sharp pain, and disorientation all hit me at once. It took me a second to realize I was on my back, on the floor.
The corridor light turned on and Mandy came out yelling “what the fuck is going on?!”, naked, one of those long flashlights on her hand, held as a club. She turned and saw me.
“What the fuck happened…?” she said as she turned on the bathroom light.
“…uh, I slipped, I think” I said with embarrassment. My dick had quickly gone limp.
She squatted beside me. “You are bleeding” she said, and grabbed a clean washcloth.
“Get up and sit”. I got up, and sat on the toilet seat lid. She put the cloth on the back of my head, where I felt moisture and a throbbing pain that was worse than that on my back, elbow and hand.
Her tits were now like eight inches from my face. They looked like big, natural tits that nonetheless had been further enhanced with implants. They started right under her clavicles and ended in large perfect hemispheres in the bottom. Her areolas looked small due to the overall boob size, but were a nice texture, light brown, with only a hint of the scar from the boob job in their inferior aspect. Nice, firm nipples crowned them. Her tiny waist was obviously thanks to liposuction, but she had worked her abs well at the gym, and they were nicely outlined. I followed the groove in the middle of her abdomen to her pubic area, where a small, well-trimmed patch of thick pubic hair floated above her shaved pussy. She had thick, strong muscular thighs and legs.
“…it does not look like you will need stitches, though. Hold this”. I held on to the bloody washcloth while she crouched once again and opened the storage area under the sink. She had nice toned arms too.
She took out a box of band-aids and chose one. She also took out a bottle of antiseptic and a square of gauze. She stood up, took the washcloth off my head and put antiseptic on the gauze
“this is going to burn a bit”
It burned, but that didn’t worry me. What worried me was that my dick, which had unceremoniously been lying limp on the toilet seat, was getting erect. I tried to close my legs trap it between my thighs, but it was too late. I peeked down. It had risen from the seat, and the glans was beginning to emerge from the prepuce, the shaft rising and hardening with a pulsation that exactly matched my accelerating pulse. I tried to wish it away and closed my eyes, but the throbbing I was feeling told me it was too late. I peeked down again. The glans was fully out, and no longer pink, it was turning purple and shiny. The shaft had reached almost full length.
Mandy took the gauze off my head and checked once again that the bleeding had stopped. Damn! She peeked down and saw my junk. My dick was now essentially fully erect, curving upwards, and pulsating rhythmically. She threw the gauze in the trash can and reached for the band aid. She peeked down again, and then, our eyes met in one of those “I see that you know that I see” moments.
“I am so sorry…I must have slipped on something” I said, trying to distract from the situation.
“…oh…don’t worry…accidents happen…and…I guess THAT is normal too, you are a young man…”
“…I am really sorry! You have a beautiful body…I just can’t help it!”
Trying to finish the task she began in a nonchalant way, she took the band-aid and placed it on my wound.
“…uh, you are not so bad either…there. I think that fixed it”. She took a step back.
“sorry that I woke you up like that”
“…uh, don’t worry…sorry I yelled at you, I thought someone had broken in!” She now held her arm slightly across her chest, covering her nipples, as if this would make her less naked somehow. “I can’t believe the thermostat broke precisely on a day like today, it’s so hot I could not sleep with clothes on!” she said, pretending to sound funny.
I knew better!
“…oh, don’t worry…your house, your rules!”
She giggled.
“will you be OK?” she asked
“…uh, sure. My head and my back hurts, but not too bad” I stood up.
“well, if you need anything just knock, OK..?”
“..OK”
She glanced down at my erect dick.
“…you have a nice cock…” she said, biting her lip.
I took a step forward and put my hand on her shoulder.
She grabbed my dick. It was a strong hand. She looked at me with sinful eyes and squatted down.
She put the glans inside those pouty lips and began to suck. I held her head with my hands. She kneeled and continued to such, as she stroked the still-lubed shaft with one hands, caressing the balls with the other. She looked up at me with lusty eyes.
I moaned softly as she worked my dick. She sucked me a minute more or so, then got up and took me by the hand to the bedroom.
She lied down and put my head between her legs. She had thick, long labia and I sucked her vigorously. She moaned and moaned. Her strong thighs periodically squeezed my head hard. While I sucked, I fondled her huge boobs. They were firm and round and fantastic. It went for a few more minutes, she made me suck her to orgasm.
Adjusting myself, I climbed on top of her and penetrated her. She was moist and my dick slid effortlessly inside her pussy. She moaned with a deep voice. We adjusted positions after a minute, she climbed on top of me and rode me while I continued to caress her marvelous tits, alternating with clawing at her bubble butt. It went for another minute or so and we again switched, this time I entered her from behind. My body slammed against her huge butt, sending ripples through it. I watched on the mirror as her firm tits bounced back and forth. Sensing my impending orgasm, I warned her
“…I am coming!”
I reflexively drew her close and cummed spasmodically inside her.
We embraced and fell asleep.
Morning came. She asked me
“are you awake?”
“yes”
“You don’t need to sleep in the couch anymore. I can use a stud like you every night!”
“what about dad?” I said.
“he is going to be in prison for the next three years, baby. If you don’t tell him, I won’t either. You can always say that you have your own apartment. It will save you rent…you can finish college in the meantime”
Man, what a thoughtful stepmom!
The day finally came and I arrived at their house with my Uhaul. They met me at the door. I was immediately impressed by her. Clearly a bimbo trophy wife. I knew they had lived in Mexico for a year or so, and he clearly had bought her a full narco-wife upgrade there: She had huge boobs, a tiny waist, a huge bubble butt, and wore what appeared to be shrink-wrap tight, revealing clothes. Her name was Mandy. She clearly was not thrilled to have me move in with them, but she was courteous enough. My dad, however, did not seem happy that day.
The following day, he broke down with me and told me, in tears, that he had been involved in an embezzlement scheme and had lost his case. He had to report to prison the following day. I was stunned. Mandy already knew, and she was already past the shock and surprise. I felt terrible for dad, but at the same time, I asked him what I was supposed to do with school. I was counting on living with him and had not budgeted for room and board. He told me that the house was being repossessed, but that luckily, Mandy owned a rental apartment that was empty, and she planned to move in there. She had agreed to take me with her until I could get my bearings.
The following day, I said goodbye to dad, and followed Mandy to her apartment. She had managed to get furniture from the house sent over with movers. It was a small, one bedroom, first-floor apartment. I sighed when she told me I would have to sleep in the sofa. Great. We spent the rest of the day organizing stuff. I knew it would be tough to concentrate on study while living with her.
The next two or three days, the same routine unfolded. I would be sound asleep at five when the sound of her alarm clock would wake me. I would hear her go to the bathroom, then, about half an hour later, she would come out in gym gear on her way out. I would pretend to be sound asleep, just to check her out. Heavy-duty sports bra, which struggled to contain the huge tits. Skin-tight capri exercise pants, flip flops, gym bag. I would get up a while later, eat some breakfast, take a crap, then shower, where I would rub one off picturing her in her gym gear. Then off to school. I would return to an empty apartment. I would quickly check her stuff out before she arrived. Her underwear consisted entirely of tiny, no-seam thongs, and specialty-store, super-heavy duty bras. 32 HH. I didn’t even knew they made such sizes. I could put my entire head inside a cup. Dozens of blouses, pants, and dresses that were so skimpy, thin, and light that they could fit inside a carry-on. Dozens and dozens of high-heeled shoes in all kinds of styles and patterns. A few sneakers and flip flops, and exercise clothes.
She would arrive from her job at a marketing company, complaining about her feet killing her, step off her high-heels, and quickly whip up a salad and some precooked chicken or fish. I was so sick after the second time that I volunteer to grill fresh stuff on the small grill on the patio. After dinner, she would go in the bedroom to watch TV or talk on the phone with her girlfriends, while I did the dishes and then studied on the dining table. She would go to bed early. After I would see the strip of light under her door go off, I would have the apartment to myself.
When I lived with mom, and had my room, I would ordinarily finish studying, whip up my laptop, and masturbate to some porn, then fall asleep soundly. Here, however, I was literally sleeping fifteen feet away from a porn-star lookalike, and I had no interest in the online stuff anymore. I would tiptoe quietly, and, standing next to her door, carefully put my ear on it and listen. The first night I heard nothing but faint snores, and, after falling asleep, went to bed. It was the second or third night that I saw the light go on briefly. I was paralyzed. I heard a drawer open, then the light went off again. A few moments later, I could hear the unmistakable hum of a vibrator, and a minute or so later, slight sloshing sounds and quiet moans and whimpers. She clearly was doing it quietly as to not call my attention, and if I had not been right there by the door, the sounds would have been inaudible. My dick of course was hard inside my lounge pants. When the sounds quieted down, I quietly tiptoed to the other side of the apartment and rubbed one off. I was almost climaxing when I realized I had nothing to ejaculate on. I ended cumming on the bag inside the kitchen trash can.
The week passed, exactly following the same routine. On Saturday morning, I woke up. There was plenty of light, and it was already eight o clock. I was thirsty, so I got up and drank some lemonade from the fridge. Mandy was not up yet. I opened the sliding door and went out to the patio, to get some fresh air. Her bedroom window was right by. I realized the vertical blinds were closed, but not fully drawn, and a sliver of darkness was visible by the window edge. Against my best judgement, I quietly moved by the window and peeked in. After a few seconds, I saw the bed and I saw her. Luckily, she was on her side, with her back towards the window. I saw her feet, then the sheet was drawn over her legs and butt, but her entire back was uncovered. She slept in the nude. I stepped back to avoid being seen peeking by a neighbor, and went in. Mandy woke up around nine. She was wearing one of those waffle-fabric cotton robes, and barefoot. She said good morning and asked me if I ate eggs for breakfast. I nodded. She set up the coffee maker, and then took some eggs out and a tub of blueberries. She whipped up the eggs and cooked them on a pan, while I set the table. Despite the robe, her nipples were clearly outlined. I felt my dick grow inside my pants. I sat at the table to hide the bulge from her. She came over with the food. The whipping had loosened her robe a bit, and some cleavage was visible. She reflexively drew the robe close and tightened the waist band as she sat down. It only accentuated her silhouette. We ate and had small talk. The rest of the day, she spent with friends and I studying at the library. When I came back, she was not home yet. The apartment was hot. I went to adjust the thermostat and found a post-it on it that said “broken”. She clearly had been in while I was at the library. She came back late, a bit tipsy. She wore a backless mini dress and strappy sandals. She just said hi and went to bed.
I could not sleep. The apartment was very hot, it was the middle of summer and outside it was even worse. I was wearing only boxers and even then I could not sleep comfortably. I figured the usual remedy of jacking off would help. I decided to do it in the bathroom, that way I could wipe off the evidence with toilet paper. I went in and decided to use one of her body lotions as lube. I poured a good dab on my dick and adjusted my stance.
The combination of explosive noise, sharp pain, and disorientation all hit me at once. It took me a second to realize I was on my back, on the floor.
The corridor light turned on and Mandy came out yelling “what the fuck is going on?!”, naked, one of those long flashlights on her hand, held as a club. She turned and saw me.
“What the fuck happened…?” she said as she turned on the bathroom light.
“…uh, I slipped, I think” I said with embarrassment. My dick had quickly gone limp.
She squatted beside me. “You are bleeding” she said, and grabbed a clean washcloth.
“Get up and sit”. I got up, and sat on the toilet seat lid. She put the cloth on the back of my head, where I felt moisture and a throbbing pain that was worse than that on my back, elbow and hand.
Her tits were now like eight inches from my face. They looked like big, natural tits that nonetheless had been further enhanced with implants. They started right under her clavicles and ended in large perfect hemispheres in the bottom. Her areolas looked small due to the overall boob size, but were a nice texture, light brown, with only a hint of the scar from the boob job in their inferior aspect. Nice, firm nipples crowned them. Her tiny waist was obviously thanks to liposuction, but she had worked her abs well at the gym, and they were nicely outlined. I followed the groove in the middle of her abdomen to her pubic area, where a small, well-trimmed patch of thick pubic hair floated above her shaved pussy. She had thick, strong muscular thighs and legs.
“…it does not look like you will need stitches, though. Hold this”. I held on to the bloody washcloth while she crouched once again and opened the storage area under the sink. She had nice toned arms too.
She took out a box of band-aids and chose one. She also took out a bottle of antiseptic and a square of gauze. She stood up, took the washcloth off my head and put antiseptic on the gauze
“this is going to burn a bit”
It burned, but that didn’t worry me. What worried me was that my dick, which had unceremoniously been lying limp on the toilet seat, was getting erect. I tried to close my legs trap it between my thighs, but it was too late. I peeked down. It had risen from the seat, and the glans was beginning to emerge from the prepuce, the shaft rising and hardening with a pulsation that exactly matched my accelerating pulse. I tried to wish it away and closed my eyes, but the throbbing I was feeling told me it was too late. I peeked down again. The glans was fully out, and no longer pink, it was turning purple and shiny. The shaft had reached almost full length.
Mandy took the gauze off my head and checked once again that the bleeding had stopped. Damn! She peeked down and saw my junk. My dick was now essentially fully erect, curving upwards, and pulsating rhythmically. She threw the gauze in the trash can and reached for the band aid. She peeked down again, and then, our eyes met in one of those “I see that you know that I see” moments.
“I am so sorry…I must have slipped on something” I said, trying to distract from the situation.
“…oh…don’t worry…accidents happen…and…I guess THAT is normal too, you are a young man…”
“…I am really sorry! You have a beautiful body…I just can’t help it!”
Trying to finish the task she began in a nonchalant way, she took the band-aid and placed it on my wound.
“…uh, you are not so bad either…there. I think that fixed it”. She took a step back.
“sorry that I woke you up like that”
“…uh, don’t worry…sorry I yelled at you, I thought someone had broken in!” She now held her arm slightly across her chest, covering her nipples, as if this would make her less naked somehow. “I can’t believe the thermostat broke precisely on a day like today, it’s so hot I could not sleep with clothes on!” she said, pretending to sound funny.
I knew better!
“…oh, don’t worry…your house, your rules!”
She giggled.
“will you be OK?” she asked
“…uh, sure. My head and my back hurts, but not too bad” I stood up.
“well, if you need anything just knock, OK..?”
“..OK”
She glanced down at my erect dick.
“…you have a nice cock…” she said, biting her lip.
I took a step forward and put my hand on her shoulder.
She grabbed my dick. It was a strong hand. She looked at me with sinful eyes and squatted down.
She put the glans inside those pouty lips and began to suck. I held her head with my hands. She kneeled and continued to such, as she stroked the still-lubed shaft with one hands, caressing the balls with the other. She looked up at me with lusty eyes.
I moaned softly as she worked my dick. She sucked me a minute more or so, then got up and took me by the hand to the bedroom.
She lied down and put my head between her legs. She had thick, long labia and I sucked her vigorously. She moaned and moaned. Her strong thighs periodically squeezed my head hard. While I sucked, I fondled her huge boobs. They were firm and round and fantastic. It went for a few more minutes, she made me suck her to orgasm.
Adjusting myself, I climbed on top of her and penetrated her. She was moist and my dick slid effortlessly inside her pussy. She moaned with a deep voice. We adjusted positions after a minute, she climbed on top of me and rode me while I continued to caress her marvelous tits, alternating with clawing at her bubble butt. It went for another minute or so and we again switched, this time I entered her from behind. My body slammed against her huge butt, sending ripples through it. I watched on the mirror as her firm tits bounced back and forth. Sensing my impending orgasm, I warned her
“…I am coming!”
I reflexively drew her close and cummed spasmodically inside her.
We embraced and fell asleep.
Morning came. She asked me
“are you awake?”
“yes”
“You don’t need to sleep in the couch anymore. I can use a stud like you every night!”
“what about dad?” I said.
“he is going to be in prison for the next three years, baby. If you don’t tell him, I won’t either. You can always say that you have your own apartment. It will save you rent…you can finish college in the meantime”
Man, what a thoughtful stepmom!
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