The House of Sex Volume 2 The Beauty of Perversion
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It was years ago.
Hell, she was half my fathers age. Even I knew she had married for the money as did the whole family.
Her name was Julie. A beautiful woman with Hispanic features.
She would shower me with compliments when I came to visit as a young c***d where my father worked.
She was his secretary and he...the Boss of a successful landscaping business in San Diego.
A powerful man who's first marriage dissolved as fast as he built his empire.
I would come into the office and she would be there every time wearing her hair up in some fancy creation. A silk blouse usually (button down) with a tight skirt that clung to her body so tightly that even a young man as I could not help but take notice. Just a little over 5 1/2 feet tall with heels on. Her breasts were quite large for her petite frame.
I was drawn to her.
It's no wonder my father would make her his wife just a few years later.
At first I was confused by her sudden appearance in our life and even jealous that my father commanded so much of her time and attention.
This c***dhood crush I had was ruined by a father who had taken her for his own.
I enjoyed her being around but resented her at the same time for all the attention given to her.
My father showered her with gifts and I grew more distant with him.
At night I would hear them having sex from time to time as their room was directly below mine. It was the first time I had seen or heard anyone having sex and I felt a wide range of emotions.
The curiosity, desire and images of her being taken sexually was almost too much to take at such a young age.
This woman was built for sex. I could hear her moans while I lay alone in bed at night that would sometimes last for an hour or so.
She seemed so polite and sweet during the day. But at night she was a lustful whore that kept me full of sexual tension.
I would often stroke myself to climax wishing it was I who was downstairs violating her and her showing me what a woman wants and needs.
My father would leave town often on business trips. There would be days where Julie and I would have the house to ourselves.
There were morning where she would wake me early for school as I had a very hard time getting up in the morning.
It was usually dark and my eyes blurry but I would generally awake to her soft hand on my chest gently shaking me.
Her soft, feminine voice calling my name and sometimes her soft long, auburn hair brushing against me.
She would always wear a silk or satin chemise with spaghetti straps that would hide her swollen breasts, tummy and the top of her thighs but little else.
I would look forward to seeing which color she would wear from one morning to the next?
Usually black or a burgundy which complimented her naturally tanned skin.
She was the embodiment of femininity.
I was just 13 when she moved in and I was far too sexually attracted to her.
I was shy and tried to be respectful around her but I was hitting puberty as well and things were happening to my body that I had no control over.
She must have known? Even at 13 I slept without clothes and there wasn't a morning that went by where I would not wake up without a firm erection.
There were mornings where I would get so warm that I was barely covered myself when she would arrive in my room and still she would slowly wake me for school.
I often wondered if she would take her time before waking me?
I can remember several times waking up to her as I was exposed and aroused.
This woman only 15 years my age doing nothing to make me feel ashamed or uncomfortable.
Quite the opposite.
It was as though she was embracing my coming of age.
It was as though she enjoyed coming into my room every morning to get a glimpse of her step son. Physically comparing me to her husband?
Why would she take so much time and care I wondered?
This went on for weeks and she became bolder with her actions.
That summer morning I woke to sounds coming from the kitchen. I pulled myself from my bed and towards the sounds knowing that breakfast would soon be ready.
I wore nothing more than sweat pants and the erection I awoke with had eased slightly. I had to behave myself and would be embarrassed if my step mother saw me like that.
When I entered the kitchen I saw Julie. She was busy preparing a meal which was nothing new but today she decided to wear her lingerie instead of changing as she did every other time before.
It was an ivory white chemise this time. Spaghetti straps with a low cut back and came down just a few inches above her firm thighs.
I came up from behind her and almost turned away when I saw her. I thought she would be angry with me for seeing her like this so late in the morning?
She heard my approach...turn and greeted me with a smile.
I towered a full foot above her and yet I felt as though I had no advantage or power over this delicate woman before me.
She was busy scrambling eggs and asked me how I wanted them done?
I'm not sure what I was saying to her as I took a seat at the table nearby?
Her back was to me and I was trying hard not to admire her beauty.
The chemise clung to her body tightly. Only the bottom lacked a bit of tension and it would sway slightly as she moved about.
To make matters worse it was sheer and I could tell immediately that she wasn't wearing any panties or bra.
Within seconds I could feel my sensitive young cock swelling.
The tip was starting to slide between my smooth leg and soft cotton sweats and I could not take my eyes from her.
She worked her way to the shelf next to the stove and reached high for a pair of plates. As she did this the chemise rose high with her and it was then that I viewed my step mothers slit for the first time.
It was a beautiful pinkish color with dark short hairs that were just as soft and inviting as the full head of hair she flaunted every day.
She leaned forward with all her might to get those dishes and stood on tippy toes to finish the task.
My cock was absolutely straining at this point. A tall skinny k** of almost 6 feet with an 8 inch cock who was suddenly incapable of moving from his chair.
What would she do if she saw me like this?
What would I say?
The embarrassment would be too much. A woman had never seen me naked before and I wasn't sure how to explain myself if she caught me in this situation?
She started talking about one thing...and then another and all I could do at this point was to try looking into her eyes when she spoke directly to me.
She then came very close to serve the eggs and as she turned her head from me I took in several long seconds of her breasts before me.
They were heavy and swayed freely under the silk material that strained to keep them in position and hidden.
Sloping upright with large hardened nipples poking through the thin material with quarter sized areola's.
I had a seen a few naked woman before (by accident) but never a woman who's body was so wonderful or perfect in my eyes.
Her soft long hair did little to hide her slender long neck or cleavage and she smelled wonderful.
How could this woman wear this around me and not know what it was doing to me?
How many days had she gone without sex since my father left town?
How would I be able to leave the table without her noticing my swollen cock straining at attention?
I must have sat there forever waiting for her to leave first and I thought she would.
Then to my horror she asked me to clear the table and wash the dishes.
She had never asked me to do this before and it was obvious to me then that she knew that I was acting a bit strange and flustered as well.
I think she was taking pleasure in teasing me like this?
Why else would she do such a thing?
My cock would not cooperate this morning and I proceeded to stand slowly using my plate as a shield but I had failed miserably.
As I reached for her plate I could see her looking at my stomach for just a moment and then downward. Her eyes then went to mine and she just smiled.
I was terrified as she said nothing and continued to take a drink of her coffee.
I walked into the kitchen as quickly as possible without dropping anything and proceeded to wash the dishes.
My young, swollen cock was thrusting forward at a slight downward angle and rubbing the cotton material every time I moved.
It felt amazing and caused great pleasure.
It was only making the situation worse. It was far too much stimulation and I found myself zoning out.
It was then that she came up behind me and put her hand on my side as her body moved beside mine. I could not turn to her and so I stayed in this position and listened to her tell me that she would take me shopping that morning if I wanted? Her soft hand and cool silk felt amazing against me.
How could I say no to her? I would have done anything she asked at that moment. I had no other plans for the day.
Her hand moved up my back and she thanked me for washing the dishes.
"Let me get you some paper towels" she said and moved away to open the door to the pantry. My eyes followed her as she kneeled down on the floor.
There she was...on all fours. I was just a few feet behind her.
Her tiny silk chemise had ridden up over her thighs.
Her tone, soft ass had parted just slightly. Her back arched purposely to show me what she possessed.
She must have been there for almost a minute pretending not to be able to find the towels I needed?
Her pussy was fully exposed to me now like a fuzzy little peach.
This time it was more fully open to my eyes.
A 3 inch slit perfectly shaped that was parting itself between a firm small ass. It was opening up generously now to reveal a pinkish, red vaginal opening that was very wet and ready for penetration.
She was teasing me this whole time and I was too young to know how to handle myself.
She was so cool and pretending to be oblivious about it all but she was enjoying the attention and what it was doing to me.
By now I was envisioning myself with my young soft hands grasping her hips, kneeling directly behind her while pulling my sweat pants down and positioning my strained cock against her tight, wet, silken cunt...waiting for her to demand I fuck her and letting myself enter her slowly and completely with one smooth long thrust.
Keeping her in position as I let her steal my virginity with her well lubricated pussy. I would have no regrets. No shame that this was my fathers new wife.
She was half his age and she must have missed the attention of the younger men at bars and clubs?
Did she get off knowing that a younger man was getting erections and masterbating to her?
How long could I last feeling my hard cock slide in and out of her wet cunt?
Would it feel as good as the soft cotton that kept my cock from her eyes?
I knew she was loud and craved sex every day but I could not possibly do anything to her...my step mother.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Hell, she was half my fathers age. Even I knew she had married for the money as did the whole family.
Her name was Julie. A beautiful woman with Hispanic features.
She would shower me with compliments when I came to visit as a young c***d where my father worked.
She was his secretary and he...the Boss of a successful landscaping business in San Diego.
A powerful man who's first marriage dissolved as fast as he built his empire.
I would come into the office and she would be there every time wearing her hair up in some fancy creation. A silk blouse usually (button down) with a tight skirt that clung to her body so tightly that even a young man as I could not help but take notice. Just a little over 5 1/2 feet tall with heels on. Her breasts were quite large for her petite frame.
I was drawn to her.
It's no wonder my father would make her his wife just a few years later.
At first I was confused by her sudden appearance in our life and even jealous that my father commanded so much of her time and attention.
This c***dhood crush I had was ruined by a father who had taken her for his own.
I enjoyed her being around but resented her at the same time for all the attention given to her.
My father showered her with gifts and I grew more distant with him.
At night I would hear them having sex from time to time as their room was directly below mine. It was the first time I had seen or heard anyone having sex and I felt a wide range of emotions.
The curiosity, desire and images of her being taken sexually was almost too much to take at such a young age.
This woman was built for sex. I could hear her moans while I lay alone in bed at night that would sometimes last for an hour or so.
She seemed so polite and sweet during the day. But at night she was a lustful whore that kept me full of sexual tension.
I would often stroke myself to climax wishing it was I who was downstairs violating her and her showing me what a woman wants and needs.
My father would leave town often on business trips. There would be days where Julie and I would have the house to ourselves.
There were morning where she would wake me early for school as I had a very hard time getting up in the morning.
It was usually dark and my eyes blurry but I would generally awake to her soft hand on my chest gently shaking me.
Her soft, feminine voice calling my name and sometimes her soft long, auburn hair brushing against me.
She would always wear a silk or satin chemise with spaghetti straps that would hide her swollen breasts, tummy and the top of her thighs but little else.
I would look forward to seeing which color she would wear from one morning to the next?
Usually black or a burgundy which complimented her naturally tanned skin.
She was the embodiment of femininity.
I was just 13 when she moved in and I was far too sexually attracted to her.
I was shy and tried to be respectful around her but I was hitting puberty as well and things were happening to my body that I had no control over.
She must have known? Even at 13 I slept without clothes and there wasn't a morning that went by where I would not wake up without a firm erection.
There were mornings where I would get so warm that I was barely covered myself when she would arrive in my room and still she would slowly wake me for school.
I often wondered if she would take her time before waking me?
I can remember several times waking up to her as I was exposed and aroused.
This woman only 15 years my age doing nothing to make me feel ashamed or uncomfortable.
Quite the opposite.
It was as though she was embracing my coming of age.
It was as though she enjoyed coming into my room every morning to get a glimpse of her step son. Physically comparing me to her husband?
Why would she take so much time and care I wondered?
This went on for weeks and she became bolder with her actions.
That summer morning I woke to sounds coming from the kitchen. I pulled myself from my bed and towards the sounds knowing that breakfast would soon be ready.
I wore nothing more than sweat pants and the erection I awoke with had eased slightly. I had to behave myself and would be embarrassed if my step mother saw me like that.
When I entered the kitchen I saw Julie. She was busy preparing a meal which was nothing new but today she decided to wear her lingerie instead of changing as she did every other time before.
It was an ivory white chemise this time. Spaghetti straps with a low cut back and came down just a few inches above her firm thighs.
I came up from behind her and almost turned away when I saw her. I thought she would be angry with me for seeing her like this so late in the morning?
She heard my approach...turn and greeted me with a smile.
I towered a full foot above her and yet I felt as though I had no advantage or power over this delicate woman before me.
She was busy scrambling eggs and asked me how I wanted them done?
I'm not sure what I was saying to her as I took a seat at the table nearby?
Her back was to me and I was trying hard not to admire her beauty.
The chemise clung to her body tightly. Only the bottom lacked a bit of tension and it would sway slightly as she moved about.
To make matters worse it was sheer and I could tell immediately that she wasn't wearing any panties or bra.
Within seconds I could feel my sensitive young cock swelling.
The tip was starting to slide between my smooth leg and soft cotton sweats and I could not take my eyes from her.
She worked her way to the shelf next to the stove and reached high for a pair of plates. As she did this the chemise rose high with her and it was then that I viewed my step mothers slit for the first time.
It was a beautiful pinkish color with dark short hairs that were just as soft and inviting as the full head of hair she flaunted every day.
She leaned forward with all her might to get those dishes and stood on tippy toes to finish the task.
My cock was absolutely straining at this point. A tall skinny k** of almost 6 feet with an 8 inch cock who was suddenly incapable of moving from his chair.
What would she do if she saw me like this?
What would I say?
The embarrassment would be too much. A woman had never seen me naked before and I wasn't sure how to explain myself if she caught me in this situation?
She started talking about one thing...and then another and all I could do at this point was to try looking into her eyes when she spoke directly to me.
She then came very close to serve the eggs and as she turned her head from me I took in several long seconds of her breasts before me.
They were heavy and swayed freely under the silk material that strained to keep them in position and hidden.
Sloping upright with large hardened nipples poking through the thin material with quarter sized areola's.
I had a seen a few naked woman before (by accident) but never a woman who's body was so wonderful or perfect in my eyes.
Her soft long hair did little to hide her slender long neck or cleavage and she smelled wonderful.
How could this woman wear this around me and not know what it was doing to me?
How many days had she gone without sex since my father left town?
How would I be able to leave the table without her noticing my swollen cock straining at attention?
I must have sat there forever waiting for her to leave first and I thought she would.
Then to my horror she asked me to clear the table and wash the dishes.
She had never asked me to do this before and it was obvious to me then that she knew that I was acting a bit strange and flustered as well.
I think she was taking pleasure in teasing me like this?
Why else would she do such a thing?
My cock would not cooperate this morning and I proceeded to stand slowly using my plate as a shield but I had failed miserably.
As I reached for her plate I could see her looking at my stomach for just a moment and then downward. Her eyes then went to mine and she just smiled.
I was terrified as she said nothing and continued to take a drink of her coffee.
I walked into the kitchen as quickly as possible without dropping anything and proceeded to wash the dishes.
My young, swollen cock was thrusting forward at a slight downward angle and rubbing the cotton material every time I moved.
It felt amazing and caused great pleasure.
It was only making the situation worse. It was far too much stimulation and I found myself zoning out.
It was then that she came up behind me and put her hand on my side as her body moved beside mine. I could not turn to her and so I stayed in this position and listened to her tell me that she would take me shopping that morning if I wanted? Her soft hand and cool silk felt amazing against me.
How could I say no to her? I would have done anything she asked at that moment. I had no other plans for the day.
Her hand moved up my back and she thanked me for washing the dishes.
"Let me get you some paper towels" she said and moved away to open the door to the pantry. My eyes followed her as she kneeled down on the floor.
There she was...on all fours. I was just a few feet behind her.
Her tiny silk chemise had ridden up over her thighs.
Her tone, soft ass had parted just slightly. Her back arched purposely to show me what she possessed.
She must have been there for almost a minute pretending not to be able to find the towels I needed?
Her pussy was fully exposed to me now like a fuzzy little peach.
This time it was more fully open to my eyes.
A 3 inch slit perfectly shaped that was parting itself between a firm small ass. It was opening up generously now to reveal a pinkish, red vaginal opening that was very wet and ready for penetration.
She was teasing me this whole time and I was too young to know how to handle myself.
She was so cool and pretending to be oblivious about it all but she was enjoying the attention and what it was doing to me.
By now I was envisioning myself with my young soft hands grasping her hips, kneeling directly behind her while pulling my sweat pants down and positioning my strained cock against her tight, wet, silken cunt...waiting for her to demand I fuck her and letting myself enter her slowly and completely with one smooth long thrust.
Keeping her in position as I let her steal my virginity with her well lubricated pussy. I would have no regrets. No shame that this was my fathers new wife.
She was half his age and she must have missed the attention of the younger men at bars and clubs?
Did she get off knowing that a younger man was getting erections and masterbating to her?
How long could I last feeling my hard cock slide in and out of her wet cunt?
Would it feel as good as the soft cotton that kept my cock from her eyes?
I knew she was loud and craved sex every day but I could not possibly do anything to her...my step mother.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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