Sins from my Stepmother Complete Book 1
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VI
I lay there on top of Mom for a few minutes. We were silent aside from the noise of our ragged breathing. Finally, I pulled myself up on one elbow and looked down at her. “Told you, it’d be worth it,” I said, a drop of perspiration rolling down my forehead and falling to her throat.
“Christ, Teddy, I think I just came twice. We need to talk about what you’ve been getting up to at college.”
I smiled and rolled off, leaning down to pick up one of the discarded towels from the floor. Then I sat up next to her and wiped her down. She still looked half-dazed, her long legs splayed apart and her big tits rising from her chest in the moonlight flooding through the window.
“Thank you, honey. I may have raised a sexual deviant for a son, but you’re certainly a gentleman.”
She helped me wipe the rest of my cum off her tits and then got up from bed. “But I think this mess needs a little more than a dry towel.” She leaned over and gave me a slow, tranquil kiss on the lips. Then she patted gingerly over to the ensuite bathroom, picking some clothes out of the closet on her way.
She paused at the doorway and glanced back at me. And there I was. Her innocent stepson. Her Teddy-bear. I could tell she was wondering what the hell had just happened. And then a smile dropped across her face like a veil: “Jesus Teddy. I feel like I’ve just been fucked by the Trojan army.”
I listened to the sound of her stepping into the shower and the water storming the cubicle. Then I sat back against the cherry headboard and shut my eyes. I needed a moment to digest things myself. Post-climax endorphins were washing through my veins like benzedrine. This fantasy, this insane fantasy of sleeping with my stepmother had finally come true. I’d just fucked Mom’s brains out while she screamed filthy words of encouragement to me. It was going to take me a while to believe it.
It felt like ten or fifteen minutes had passed before she re-emerged from the bathroom releasing a cloud of hot steam with her. She’d slipped on a pair of skimpy lime green panties and a faded baby tee with a picture of the Rolling Stones tongue on the front. Her wet hair was tied back in a pony tail. Somehow, she still managed to look a million dollars. Her bronze, stacked figure jiggled as she walked across the room.
“Hey, Teddy,” she said, turning to face me with a playful grin on her face. She was in high, almost girlish spirits. It was as though a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders now she’d finally given in to temptation. “Guess what?” she asked.
“What?”
“I checked this morning,” she said, “and you’re now looking at a thirty-five..” She cupped her hands proudly under her C cups and pressed them together.
“…twenty-four…” Her hands moved down onto her slim waist.
“…thirty-four…” Her hands brushed over her womanly hips.
“Yeah, right,” I said. “You better let me take a closer look to make sure you’re not cheating.” I had no doubt she was telling the truth. She had more curves than the Monaca Grand Prix.
“Well, it doesn’t look like you need further convincing,” she said gazing at my crotch.
I looked down. My cock was tenting monstrously under the sheet like an Indian teepee.
“I dunno, Mom. You better take your clothes back off so I can check.”
“Oh, really?” she said, walking toward the foot of the king-size bed. “You know a young man your age isn’t supposed to see his own mother naked.” Her tone was suddenly one of mock innocence, as though we hadn’t already just obliterated every social norm in the book. “But, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she teased, gripping the bottom of her T-shirt as though she were about to lift it.
“You go first,” I said, starting to stroke my pipe underneath the sheets.
“Ooh, playing hard to get. Naughty boy…Fine,” she said, peeling her T-shirt over her sexy navel and round tits. They lurched and heaved maddeningly as she yanked the top over her head and tossed it aside.
“Very nice, Mom. You really do have an incredible rack.”
“Why, thank you, Teddy-bear. But compliments aren’t going to get you out of holding up your end of the deal.” She crawled onto the foot of the bed and ripped the sheets down. My cock sprang out like an up-ended diving board, its near seven inches pointing obscenely at Mom’s naked tits. She gasped.
I lay still for a moment, letting her see it up close for the first time. Then I started stroking it with one hand. “Your turn,” I said with a devious smile, my fist pumping slowly.
Mom paused, her eyes journeying down the full length of my cock. She seemed a little taken aback by my size now she had a chance to see it in the light. But she quickly regained her composure and returned to character.
“But, honey, darling. Don’t you think you’ve seen enough? I’m your mother. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Take your panties off, Mom. I want to see that neat little beaver of yours.” I was starting to enjoy this.
“Are you sure Teddy?” she asked. “If I take my panties off, we might wind up doing things we shouldn’t do. We could get in a lot of trouble.”
“I’m sure Mom. Don’t you want this big boy to please your pussy again?” I asked, stroking my rod.
“Uh-huh,” she said, falling out of character temporarily. Still crouching on the end of bed, she reached back and slipped her panties down her thighs, tossing them off with her feet.
She straddled one of my legs and rested her pussy mound on my knee. I could already feel the warmth building in her crotch. “Ooh, god, you're really stroking yourself in front of me,” she murmured.
I began gripping myself harder and stroking all the way out over the head. I settled into a good, fast rhythm and let my knees bend a little. Mom slipped an index finger into her mouth and started sucking it as she watched. My cock twitched and I bucked my hips forward instinctively.
“Why don’t you have a go, Mom?” I said, planting my hands on my hips. My cock stood upright, pulsing and twitching obscenely with lust.
Mom hesitated for a moment. “But Teddy, only a truly depraved mother would fool around with her own son,” she said, pulling out her wet index finger from her lips. Her saliva glistened in the moonlight. She slowly, gracefully ran it down her big tits…past her belly button…and finally between her legs. She started rubbing herself again. Amazing.
“Right now, I'm imagining that I’m pumping it in and out of your pussy,” I said, jutting my hips forward. Mom’s dirty talk had made me hornier than a teenage boy at a Victoria’s Secret show.
“Ohh, God,” she said fingering herself. “Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if I just gave it a little play.”
“Stroke it Mom,” I said.
Finally, Mom relented by leaning forward and wrapping her elegant fingers around my elephant trunk. Her hand was warm and soft. She looked up at me smiling, no longer in character. “I certainly didn’t think I’d be doing this when I got ready for the polo today,” she said.
“Ungh,” I grunted.
Mom let a thread of saliva drop down onto the head of my cock like a strand of honey. She put both fists around it, firmly stroking them all the way up and down my shaft making a wet squishing sound. The motion of her arms was making her big tits dance up and down.
“Oh, yeah, baby, stroke it,” I said.
She slowly moved her head toward my cock while she continued to jack my dick with one hand. Then, without a word, she stooped forward and slid her lips down over my purple helmet. Her blue eyes met mine and twinkled a smile. Gulping, Mom inhaled about the top third of my throbbing dick and then pumped her lips up and down it at a fast, horny clip. Her golden brown tresses hung in neat arcs that glimmered in the moonlight as her full, red lips smacked and puckered around my shaft. “Faaark,” I said, resting one hand on the back of her head.
Shamelessly, Mom started bobbing her head up and down, fucking her mouth with my stiff cock. She tightened her finger around the root, jacking my cock hard and fast. Her shapely ass was sticking up high in the air and her tits were hanging down like a pair of giant Christmas baubles.
Mom lifted her mouth off my cock and looked at me with depraved joy. “Does that feel good?” She asked as she jacked my rock-hard cock up and down. Some pre-cum had started to ooze out of the tip.
“Mmm, fuck yeah. Suck it, Mom.”
Then her mouth plunged deep, very deep. My jaw fell open as she stretched hers wide and went all the way down to my balls, my glans probing her throat like a geologist testing the depth of a new prospect. I felt the tip brush past her uvula and slide into her throat. The friction sent waves of pleasure up the ridge of my shaft. A line of saliva dripped off her chin; another ran down my cock to my balls.
The room had filled with sucking noises. Her tongue tirelessly swirled and laved over my mushroom-shaped crown, basting it with spit, lapping up the cum that oozed from the tip. I clutched Mom’s head with both hands, groaning as I felt the pressure building in my balls.
“Ungh, fuck yes. That feels so good.”
Suddenly, Mom took her lips off my cock and stood up, rounding the corner of the bed.
“It’s time to give me another go on that thing.”
“Climb aboard,” I said, giving myself a few extra strokes for good measure.
Mom swung her left leg over me and centered herself. Now she was on top, her knees planted on the bed to either side of my hips. She gripped my shoulders, her large, stiff-nippled tits swaying heavily over my chest. Her face was flushed and contorted, a mask of depraved passion.
“Tomorrow we’ll pretend like this never happened,” she said, leaning forward with her flat stomach against my face. I felt her body lift and watched her jugs swing in front of my face as her hand sought my saliva-covered cock. “But right now,” she said fitting my cock against her wet pussy lips, “you’re going to take me to paradise one last time.”
Then, with a luxurious sigh, Mom impaled herself on my shaft, groaning with delight as the head of my cock penetrated her.
I looked down, watching my big fuck pole sliding in and out of Mom’s tight pussy. Then I started bucking to meet her strokes, fucking my ass off the bed, ramming my cock deep inside her.
We were starting to build up some pace when all of a sudden Mom stopped. She reached over to the bedside table and knocked down a photo frame of her and Dad on their wedding day. “Better,” she said with her lips plastered wetly against my ear. Then she firmly re-impaled herself on my pole.
Soon we were fucking in rhythmic unison again, Mom groaning and sighing. Her ass twisting and lifting as she screwed her wet pussy down around my cock. I sat up and took one of her big tits in my mouth.
“Mmmm, yeah, suck my big tits, honey,” she said, arching her back with pleasure.
I licked a swath of perspiration from her cleavage. So much for getting cleaned up. I drove my prick deeper, forcing its swollen tip inside her cervix. Mom pushed her hips lower in eagerness, her arms sifting and nails clawing at my arched back.
Before long, she was screaming and slamming herself down on my steel rod, riding me as if I were a wild bronco and sliding her lips to the base of my shaft on each stroke. As her tits flailed against my face, I occasionally looked down to see her beaver churning frantically up and down on my dick.
Mom’s legs climbed higher around my arched back, scissoring and urging. Her hips twisted and pumped, milking my plunging cock and caressing it with her vaginal lips. “Oh yeah, do me Teddy,” she gasped. “Do whatever you need to do.” The bed springs squeaked in protest as she humped her ass in a frenzy, banging her pussy onto the root of my prick. “Unngggh! I’m so wet! Oh, harder, do it harder! I need this so goddamn bad!”
I started giving her slight up-thrusts to meet her strokes. That sent her over the edge.
“Oh, honey, just like that!” she cried. “Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Don’t stop! Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm cuming! I’m cuming! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, God, Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Jesus Christ, Teddy! Unnnnngh. Ohhhhh. Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“Ungh! Oh! Arghhhhh!” I grunted. I gave her one more deep thrust and pulled all the way out.
To my astonishment, Mom spun around ninety degrees and grabbed my cock to take it in her mouth. The head bumped her chin and my first thick stream coiled through the air like a long ribbon. It landed across her neck and right shoulder.
A big blast rifled out and careened up across her eye and into her hair. Mom moaned. Then her lips engulfed my throbbing dick and swallowed my cock again. A dribble leaked from her lips and ran back down my convulsing flagpole.
My orgasm gradually subsided as Mom sucked me dry. She pulled my dick from her mouth and looked up at me. The stream of cum that had splattered across her neck was oozing down both her tits. And a tiny white trickle ran from one corner of her mouth.
I collapsed onto one elbow. She smiled slyly up at me, making a funny purring noise. Then she looked down at herself. All the semen I had squirted on her tits was running down onto her concave stomach in white rivulets. Then she turned and looked behind her at the lines and puddles of jism on the sheet.
“Jesus, Teddy, I’ve never seen so much cum. I better get these sheets washed and dried before your father gets home.”
VII
“Hi Dad!” I said as I walked into the kitchen the next morning. Dad was sitting at the kitchen table, apparently reading multiple newspapers at once. His luggage was resting in the hallway. He must have taken the cross-Atlantic red eye.
“Hey Teddy,” he said, barely glancing up from his papers. “Been keeping out of mischief?”
An image of Mom lying beneath me with her legs draped over my shoulders flashed before my eyes. “Don’t stop, Teddy! Don’t stop!”
“Always, Dad. How was the tennis?”
Dad started reeling off some mind-numbing stats about Pete Sampras’ serve when Mom entered from the back yard with an armload of washing. She’d kicked me out of bed the night before after our second session so she could strip it down and put the sheets in the machine. She’d also made me promise not to tell a soul about our forbidden encounter.
“No one must ever know. Promise me, Teddy. No one.”
I promised and she gave me one last slow, sultry kiss. “It’ll be our little secret,” she said before heading downstairs with the sheets under her arm.
I made a coffee and sat down at the kitchen table next to Dad. The two of us perched there quietly eating our breakfast, until Dad lifted his head.
“How’s the training going?”
“Good. I’ve been hitting the gym pretty hard. And I’m on track to hit Coach’s targets by the end of summer.”
“Well, you’re looking stronger every week,” Dad replied. “I hope
you’ve been putting those muscles to good use and helping your Mom and Silvia around the house.”
“He certainly has,” said Mom, coming up behind me and placing her hands on my shoulders. “But I’ve got plenty of other ideas how you can help, honey,” she said giving my shoulders a light squeeze.
“Good. You make sure you do as your mother says,” Dad said, peering back down at the newspaper through his thick, metal-framed glasses, his attention already wavering.
“Whatever you say, Dad,” I said beaming back at him as I ran a hand up behind my chair and under Mom’s skirt. She tensed and then leant in slightly before breaking and heading for the corridor.
Our record hot summer had suddenly gotten a lot hotter. And it was going to get a lot darker too. But you haven’t even heard the half of it yet.
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It's was my last summer before I was supposed to start college. I had the house to myself most the time and had been wasting my summer playing video games. My dad was always gone on business trips, and my stepmother was usually out shopping, or at the gym where my dad met her.On the Saturday afternoon in question, my stepmother had just gotten home from whatever or 'whoever' she was doing, and my dad was out of town on 'business' again. I didn't really care how screwed up my dad and...
TabooYoung Stepmother Chapter 1 By Mark Dayette Looking back on it now I had an easy life when my parents were still alive, I was their only son, their special boy Nathan, they called me Nate. I had a childhood like any normal boy, I wasn't exactly one of the cool kids, I wished, but I never felt like I was a loser. My family lived in Philadelphia, PA. For many years Dad took me to the Flyers games. As a teenager I had a few dates but I wasn't too successful with the ladies. I hate to...
There I was, eighteen years old and laid out at home after an accident while racing motorcycles, one arm broken, the other fractured above the wrist, cuts and bruises all over. My stepmother was a nurse at the hospital that I was admitted to right after the accident. She checked up on me until I was staying awake more and then began keeping the other nurses out and tending to me herself.It was just as well. I hadn't been able to jack off in a week, and I was getting hard if the fan blew across...
TabooChapter 1 The big German shepherd sat back on his haunches with ears erect and eyes aglow, watching the shapely blonde girl move busily about the kitchen. Her visible, soft white flesh, even that hidden beneath her skimpy bikini, like the tossing of her shoulder-length golden hair, pleased him with its quivering apples to her every graceful motion. Her aromatic feminine scent filled his keen nostrils, stirring his interest more than the smell of the foods she prepared, and...
I threw caution to the wind and jumped head first into my new role as housewife and stepmother with open arms. The only problem was that not everyone else's arms were open.My first official morning as a member of the Norton household began at the breakfast table. I woke at daybreak to make a huge feast for my new husband and my growing boys: eggs, hash browns, bacon, sausage, pancakes, real maple syrup, waffles, fresh strawberries, whipped cream and fresh-squeezed orange juice. I didn't even...
TabooI had secretly lusted after Alice, my sexy red-headed stepmother, for a long, long time. She had a habit of walking around the house late at night in a silky, nearly see-through, light blue nighty. It was obvious that she was completely naked underneath because I could clearly make out her dark nipples and the little tuft of hair that was just above her pussy. I was convinced that she knew I could see everything and that she wore the skimpy nighty to intentionally drive me crazy. Many a night I...
IncestMy name is Eric and I was thirty-five years old when my father died. To say his death hurt would be an understatement. It was truly devastating. Although it was a difficult time, I was fortunate in that I had my stepmother Janice to help me through this period. As I'll say more than once in this story. My real mother had died when I was young. Even though Janice married my father many years after my mother died, I thought of her as my mother not a stepmother. That's important to this story. I...
Young Stepmother Part 10 By Mark Dayette I put on the outfit, it was all black. It was made of black velvet. The velvet covered your chest and genitals, but there were big buttons all down the front of the costume. After that the fabric stopped and your thighs and legs were exposed. However, the velvet covering the back of the costume also stopped at the lower part of your back thereby exposing your nude ass in its entirety, with a black cat tail hanging off of you. We were expected...
Young Stepmother Part 11 By Mark Dayette I came away from the conversation with my Stepmother feeling very empty inside. I tried to block out this feeling by introducing myself to the new cats who had just been hired. I met a girl named Agnes (formerly Axel), she was a Swede, blonde, tall, gorgeous legs, but like me she was totally flat chested, I was happy to find another cat who didn't have breast implants. She was super sweet and she loved poetry. I met another girl named Laleh...
I loved this story and wanted to share it, the writer is "horrorotica" here is a link to the main story: http://www.literotica.com/s/the-stepmotherAs eighteen-year-old Dale Barrett travelled home by train, he felt excited about seeing his stepmom for the first time since spring break. Nervous energy made his heartbeat fast, his stomach feel funny, and his fingers tingle. The reason he felt so nervous about coming home is that his stepmother had told him that she knew about his little secret.She...
Nicole stood at the window, mesmerized by the figure in the pool. The swimmer knifed through the water at astonishing speed. His long muscular arms fanned out in a butterfly stroke as he finished his fiftieth lap. In one fluid motion, Lance cruised to the edge and hauled himself out of the pool, his trapezius rippling with power as he bounded up to his feet.She found herself walking downstairs and out into the backyard. The grass felt wet to her bare feet. That’s when Nicole realized she went...
MatureYoung Stepmother Part 14 By Mark Dayette I'm not going to lie, going back to work at the club after being in the hospital was difficult, I felt confused and more nervous in public. I was worried that I looked different too, with the nosejob, veneers, and lip injections. Nevertheless, I tried to approach my waitressing duties with the same attitude of just getting through the evening without any trouble. The first table I had to wait on was that of the Italian billionaire Roman...
My name is Kimberly. I tell our family’s story not out of a sense of depravity but instead as an opportunity to share our family’s unique solution in accepting the realities of a challenging situation which required living with unconventional sexual relationships. Some other families may find themselves in the same predicament someday. To be candid and upfront, I have to say that my fiancé, Randy, agreed to become a surrogate to his father’s new wife, Margarita, in order for her to accept his...
IncestMy name is Lucy, and today is my birthday. My husband is out of town, and I’m feeling a little lonely and depressed today. I turned forty-five years old. Sometimes, I think I'm having a mid-life crisis. My husband said he would make it up to me, when he gets home in a few days. “Happy Birthday, Lucy. You look fantastic this morning.” “Thank you Robert. How lovely that you remembered.” “I got you a present. Want to see what it is?” “Robert, you didn’t have to buy me anything.” Robert handed...
TabooMy Shemale Stepmother by Richard-to-Rachel My parents split up when I was eighteen, I was a little distressed by it but we had never been as close as some. Still, I didn't really see what had driven them apart so quickly and so thoroughly that they never even spoke any more. I guessed maybe one of them must have had an affair and that was really all that I thought about it. I went off to college and life went on. That following summer, when I was nineteen, I moved in to live with my...
I know it sounds kind of pathetic when I tell people I'm twenty-five years old and still living at home, but it really isn't my fault. After graduating high school I had drifted through a number of meaningless dead end jobs before finally deciding to go back to college part time. My life certainly wasn't what my dad hoped for, but he has always let me make my own choices. While my family has a lot of money my dad firmly believed in people standing on their own two feet, meaning once I...
We had a huge garden which had been walled on all sides. But because it was so big, we had difficulty in maintaining it. Dad would be away on business a lot and I had school. My stepmother tried to manage it but it wasn’t easy work. She often nagged me about it and it irritated me and one day I just gave it back to her. It was a normal Tuesday afternoon and I had just returned from college. Marta, my stepmother was on about how the garden was overgrowing and I should take a look at it. I was...
IncestWell,about are new stepmother is that she was different sure she took care of us very well but, she was different from our real mom. Well, she was different because she just wear a t-shirt around the house long enough to cover just her beautiful bubble butt and nothing else i remember when i were playing my sister and me and i tried to hide behind her legs and saw her pussy for the first time my sister came behind me and caught me i was very disappointed by getting caught and pushed her. She...
My 18yo Stepmother I have a really strange family. I was fourteen years old at the time, my mother was thirty-five, and my father was thirty-eight. A couple of years before that, my mother and father decided to have an open relationship where they could date other people. Then of course they fell in love with those other people. After the divorce they even had a double marriage where they stood up for one another. The funny thing was that Mom married a guy that was twenty years older...
Note : This story is completely fictional!My parents split up when I was eighteen, I was a little distressed by it but we had never been as close as some. Still, I didn't really see what had driven them apart so quickly and so thoroughly that they never even spoke any more. I guessed maybe one of them must have had an affair and that was really all that I thought about it. I went off to college and life went on. That following summer, when I was nineteen, I moved in to live with my dad for the...
My parents split up when I was eighteen, I was a little distressed by it but we had never been as close as some. Still, I didn't really see what had driven them apart so quickly and so thoroughly that they never even spoke any more. I guessed maybe one of them must have had an affair and that was really all that I thought about it. I went off to college and life went on. That following summer, when I was nineteen, I moved in to live with my dad for the summer. He had bounced back quickly...
My parents split up when I was eighteen, I was a little distressed by it but we had never been as close as some. Still, I didn't really see what had driven them apart so quickly and so thoroughly that they never even spoke any more. I guessed maybe one of them must have had an affair and that was really all that I thought about it. I went off to college and life went on. That following summer, when I was nineteen, I moved in to live with my dad for the summer. He had bounced back quickly...
Kimberly, had to decide whether to marry Randy who wanted to continue his sexual relationship with his stepmother.My name, by the way, is Kimberly and I am the reporter for both stories. The first story is based on what was told to me by the son and his stepmother. The second story is primary my own recollection of events as the fiancée. It is supplemented by the recollections of my eventual husband (the son) and his stepmother’s remembrances.Of course, I was shocked when Randy told me about...
Young Stepmother Part 8 By Mark Dayette When we reached the restaurant I felt self conscious at how I was dressed, but not too much as the people in the restaurant had never seen me before, they had no idea I was really a boy. They knew me even less than the college students in the hallways who quit reacting when I was fully feminized because they didn't know my name so from one day to the next they couldn't keep track that I was the same person. Ultimately they took for granted...
Florence and I lay in her bed for about the next half hour just holding each other and kissing and petting. My mind kept racing about the events that had unfolded that evening. Here I was in bed with my stepmother, the woman that I had a secret crush on for the last few years. Waves of guilt and excitement flowed through me. She was almost 25 years my senior but to me she was better than a teenage prom queen.I pulled her close to me and I could feel her body heat and her smell that had...
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