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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 open and her tits rising up and down 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 deliberate kiss. 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 pressed her C cups together.
“…twenty-four…” Her hands clinched 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 Monaco 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 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 wrapped both her hands around it, stroking up and down my shaft making a wet squishing sound. The movement of her arms was making her jugs 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! YES! JESUS CHRIST, TEDDY! UNNNNNGH. OHHHHH. YES! YES! YES! YES!”
“UNGH! OH! FUCKKK!” I groaned. I drove in hard one last time and then pulled my cock out.
To my astonishment, Mom spun around ninety degrees and grabbed my cock to take it in her mouth. The head knocked her cheek 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 tiny white stream trickled from her lips and down my veiny shaft.
Mom cleaned the head of my cock as my orgasm slowly faded. Then she peered up at me with a nasty grin on her face. The cum I’d splattered across her collarbone was seeping down her breasts. A strand was leaking out the 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. The massive load I’d shot on her tits was running down onto her toned stomach in tiny white streams of cum. Then she turned and looked behind her at the lines and puddles of jism on the sheet.
“Oh my god, Teddy. I’m covered. 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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