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Anyways, my father remarried a couple years ago; my biological mother, Whitney, married my father 2 years before I was born, and she died in a big pile-up on the Eastern Highway coming home from work when I was a 1-year-old. I’ve never seen a picture of her, but I reckon she had black, silky hair and sharp green eyes, because I couldn’t have inherited them from my brown-haired, hazel-eyed Dad.
Yeah, I’m fairly certain Trisha married Dad for the money. Trisha is a complete bombshell, and my Dad, well, he’s kinda fat, and a dork. Some days, when Dad leaves for work, I hear her say something along the lines of “Oh thank God…”, so I can safely assume that if it weren’t for the money, she wouldn’t touch us with a ten-foot pole. Though she’s usually really sweet, asking how college was when I get home, cooking dinner some days, ordering pizza others. But one day I saw a side of her I never knew existed.
It was a Friday, a total scorcher of a day, and I’d just gotten home from college. Most days I’m met with, “Hey, Ryan, how was school?” from Trisha, but she was nowhere to be seen. I simply shrugged it off and ventured up to my room. I thought I’d take a dip in the pool out back, so I flung my bag on to my bed, put my dirty clothes into my hamper and pulled on my black trunks before hopping down the stairs and strolling outside. But someone was already there. She surfaced from underwater and wiped her face, suddenly seeing me. “Oh! Ryan, you startled me! Don’t do that!” I scratched my head and replied, “Sorry, Trish, I didn’t know you were here. Where’s Dad?” She waded over to the poolside and rested her arms on it. “Oh, right, he called a couple hours ago saying that he has to go out of town for a few days for a… possible business partnership, I think it was. He’ll be stopping by soon to pick up some luggage, but he won’t be able to stay long.” I nodded my head in understanding and stood up, “Well, let’s wish him luck. He’s been hoping this would happen. Now look out, I’m jumping in!” She shook her hands and laughed, “Nooo! Don’t! I need your help before you go for a swim. I’m gonna sunbathe for a while, so I need to put lotion on my back and legs for me.”
She swam over to the ladder and clambered out, her exposed skin in her skimpy red bikini shimmering in the radiant sun. I turned away as I blushed, not wanting to make things awkward. She quickly towelled down and applied the sun tan lotion to her front, before laying on her front and holding out the bottle. “Here, make sure you get it in nice and deep.” I took the bottle and squirted some lotion on my hands, “R-right…” I kneaded the liquid into her shoulders first, trying not to miss any spots, and all the while she moaned. I guessed she must’ve felt stressed. I moved down her back, and she asked if I could apply along her spine with my elbow. She was trying to coax a free massage out of me, but I didn’t mind, so I complied, taking care to not apply to much pressure. Most of her ass was covered at the back, so I skipped to her legs, rubbing the lotion into her thighs, then calves and finally her ankles. She rolled back over, thanking me, but then she just stared at me for a moment. I didn’t know why, but I didn’t fuss over it, so I nodded to her and quickly dove into the pool. The water felt great.
Later that evening, I heard the door open while we were watching TV, so I got up to greet Dad and help him with his stuff. “Thanks, Ry, you’re a star. I don’t think I could’ve handled even one of those suitcases, and then you took both under each arm! That working out is certainly paying off.” I chuckled in reply, “Thanks, Dad, and it’s no problem. Gotta help out my old man if a business partnership is involved.” I could see he was giddy with anticipation, “I’m so excited, I can’t wait! I brought home a pizza for you and Trisha, I’ll get something on the way to the hotel. I’ll go say goodbye to her now. Wish me luck, son!” And I did, waving as he disappeared around the corner. I strolled to the kitchen, seeing a big pizza box on the counter, so I grabbed two beers from the fridge, placed them on the box, and carried them through to the lounge. I heard a “Bye, sweetie!” and a closing door before Trish reappeared. I handed her the remote and told her she could choose the movie, so she flicked through the channels until she landed on a movie that was known for being quite randy and exposing. I didn’t complain, but I had trouble not getting aroused by all the sexy scenes. After about half an hour, I was sporting a rock-hard shaft as I shifted to try and keep it concealed. I glanced to my side to see Trisha, looking completely unaffected by the scenes and… somewhat smug?
Suddenly, Trisha paused the movie and looked to me, “Ryan, d’you know why I was staring at you after you helped me with my lotion earlier?” I tried my best to hide the strain I was dealing with as I answered, “No, why?” Her hand then quickly lunged towards me and landed on my crotch. “I was staring at this.” I was startled, confusing, and a little hornier. I managed to ask, “W-what? What are you doing?” She giggled as she began to rub my dick through my shorts, “Oh honey, you’d gotten a hard-on after rubbing me with lotion and hearing me moan. Once I saw it, I knew I had to have it.” I was still very confused and a tad disturbed, “B-but, my Dad…” She placed a slender finger on my lips and shushed me, “Honestly, you think your father would be able to please me? Besides, he’s middle-aged and has trouble getting it up. I need a much younger, much stronger cock.” Then I couldn’t say a word, not a sound. Just a dumbfounded look hung on my face, and she took it as her signal to proceed.
She pulled the hem of my shorts up and reached inside, feeling her take a hold of my dick. She then pulled my shorts down a little and let my rod stand at full mast as she gasped, “Oh my God, you’re bigger than I thought, ten inches at least…” She then leaned down across the sofa, her face nearing my dick, as I could feel her breath graze across it. She then gave it a long, tentative lick from the base to the tip, and I shuddered at the sensation. She smiled deviously before rising a little, wrapping her soft, full lips around the head, and plunging halfway down onto it. After a small intake of air, I held my breath at the pleasure of her bobbing her head on my cock, sucking hard.
After a couple minutes, realising she could only go halfway down, confidence ignited within me as I placed a hand on the back of her head and forced another three inches into her throat. She was surprised, but she took it well, making her throat convulse around me. She was down for a whole minute before rising up, coughing, “Wow, Ryan, so strong and hard… Time to take this up a level.” She sat up and reached behind her, unzipping her tight black dress, standing up to let it fall off her, exposing her lacy black bra and thong. Those were quickly removed as well before she climbed into my lap. She stared into my eyes, whispering, “I haven’t done it in a while, so go easy on me to start with, okay?” To which I grinned and replied, “You’re on top first. You take the lead.”
So she knelt up and put my rod into position, lowering slightly to make sure it was on target. Once she felt it against her lips, she slowly lowered down onto it, spreading her incredibly tight walls. Only three inches in and she nearly screamed, “Oh my God! Ryan!” She ever so carefully took in another three inches, which triggered the same response, but she couldn’t take the rest herself. “Ryan, could you…?” she asked, and I happily agreed. I placed my hands on her thighs, readied myself, and pushed her down as I brought myself up, pushing in balls deep. She looked petrified, impaled on my cock, before she moaned, “Oh, Ryan… It’s so big and hard… How dare you keep this from me…” She gyrated her hips a couple times before she rose up, only to drop back down again.
She repeated this slowly, getting used to my girth. After about five minutes, she’d sped up immensely, rising and dropping twice a second. The slapping of skin against skin was loud and glorious, as her almost virgin-tight walls gripped me like a vice, and I could feel the tip hitting her very depths. Every time I entered her she cried out in pleasure, and I was grunting almost like an animal. I had hold of her hips, pulling her down harder to hit deeper, and I thrusted up as she fell. After an hour of pure lusty fucking, her whole body shook, rattled with an explosive orgasm. Her walls tightened so much, it triggered my own. I felt my dick pulse and throb, and before I knew it, I was streaming hot, thick cum deep inside her. And when our orgasms subsided, we both passed out on the couch, still naked, my dick softening inside her, and her pussy overflowing with a mixture of our fluids. And just like that, a dangerous, pleasurable affair began between me and my gold-digger step-mother.
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