13 comments/ 424297 views/ 65 favorites A Stepmom's Story By: zzim Paul had never known his real mother, she had left his father Jack soon after Paul's birth, never to be seen or heard of again. It had been tough, but Paul's grandparents had rallied around, & somehow they had managed. Then, when Paul was 5-years old, his father had met & married Stacey - a bright, beautiful 25-year old, & they had been a happy family ever since. Over the years Paul & Stacey had developed a normal mother-son relationship, to the point where he couldn't imagine anybody else fulfilling that role. Stacey was more conscious of the void within the family & did her best to fill it with extra love & attention, for both father & son. The years passed, & Stacey & Paul's bond deepened, especially as his father spent a lot of time travelling for business. She happily became a soccer mom, ferrying Paul & his friends around, at first just to each others houses, but as they got older, to the mall or concerts. Jack worked hard, climbing steadily higher within the company. Money became less & less of a problem, & life was good. One Saturday morning, Stacey was awoken by the sunlight streaming through her window. She was alone, Jack away until Tuesday, & as she often did while he was on business, had slept in. Throwing back the covers, she climbed out of bed & walked across the room. Standing naked in front of the full-length mirror, she ran a critical eye over her body. 'Not bad,' she mused, 'not bad at all for a 38-year old.' Although not tall at 5'1,'' Stacey had slender legs, narrow hips & a flat stomach that accentuated her large 38DD breasts. She turned to admire her firm butt, pleased to see that all the time spent in the gym was paying dividend. Pulling a long t-shirt over her head, she padded along the hallway in bare feet to wake Paul. She went into his room, & as ever, marvelled at the fact that despite the sun shining through the windows, her stepson remained sound asleep. 'Come on lazy bones, get up!' she cried. 'I've got things to do, & that includes cleaning your room, without you in it. Now get up!' She pulled back the duvet, & turned to throw open the window. Paul groaned loudly, & rolled over, facing the wall. ' Just 10 more minutes,' she heard him say from under the pillow. She smiled, & let her eyes trace his 6-foot body. Despite his still tender years he was fit & trim, keen on sports, football in particular. She pulled the pillow away from his head, & put her hands on her hips. 'Just because your father is away, don't think you can lay there all day.' The mock gravity in her voice couldn't hide the smile that played across her lips. He knew damn well that Jack wouldn't care if he stayed in bed, but they both played along with the little charade. 'Ok! ok,' he said. ' Don't have a cow man.' Stacey threw the pillow at him & said, 'come on. Shower. Breakfast. Chores.' Paul rolled back over & groaned again, but swung his long legs off the bed & stood up, stretching. The room wasn't large, & as he stood in front of her, Stacey was immediately conscious of Paul's morning hard-on. The difference in height, & their proximity meant his prick was pointing directly at her large breasts; covered only by his boxers. Paul seemed oblivious to this, but as he arched his back & yawned, the action caused his prick to slip through the front of his shorts. 'Hey! Careful with that thing' cried Stacey, 'you could have somebody's eye out.' Paul looked down & blushed, quickly grabbing his prick, & stuffing it back in his shorts while mumbling an apology. Stacey looked up at her stepson's reddening face, & raised her eyebrows. 'Um, perhaps you should take care of that before breakfast. What do you think?' She turned to leave the room, but looked back teasingly from the door. 'After all, it could go off unintentionally.' Paul threw the pillow at her but she dodged it easily, & ran down to start breakfast. As she poured the orange juice, she smiled to herself again. They had always been casual about nudity around the house, & while not flaunting it, Stacey & Paul had seen each other in various states of undress on many occasions; even so, it had been a while since she had seen his 'bits' at close range. This morning's boner had stuck out a good 9-inches, & boasted a purple head the size of a small apple, much larger equipment than his father. Paul came down 5-minutes later, still unwashed, but wearing a pair of baggy shorts & a sweatshirt. Stacey frowned as she gave him his toast & said, ' I thought you were getting in the shower?' Paul shook his head & mumbled something about working on his bike first, so Stacey just shrugged. 'Well if your not getting in the shower then I will.' She went back upstairs, & throwing her shirt on the floor, stepped into the large double shower. She let the water massage her skin, & as she ran her hands through her hair & down her sides, she couldn't help thinking back to this morning's encounter. Unwittingly her nipples came erect, & as the water poured down her body, she caressed her heavy breasts, tweaking the nipples until they stood out even further. She lowered one hand to cup her pussy, & felt the heat that was building there. Her breath became uneven as she increased the pressure on her pubic mound, the heel of her hand pushing against her as yet hidden clit. Visions of Paul's large cock kept flashing into her mind as she leaned against the back wall, one finger now finding its way into her hot canal, the other hand caressing her face & neck. She took two fingers into her mouth & sucked on them, all the time envisaging Paul's large helmet. Her orgasm was building, & she spread her legs to allow easier entry for more fingers, opening her sex lips & exposing her blood- engorged clit. She took her saliva coated fingers from her mouth, & pinched the hardening nexus of nerves, milking it until it stood out almost as far as her large nipples. Just then the door opened, & Paul came striding in. Stacey quickly stood upright, & turned to face the wall, her heart beating like a trip hammer. 'I just remembered,' he said, 'I have to be at Steve's house this lunchtime for practice.' Stacey was still trying to calm herself, but looking over her shoulder, she couldn't help noticing that Paul was trying hard not to stare at her ass through the glass. 'Ok,' she said, still turned away from him. 'What's the problem?' 'I need the shower, that's the problem.' 'Well whose fault is that?' she said, again noticing how Paul looked straight ahead, while his eyes slid to the side to catch a glimpse of her through the steam. Stacey's mind was still buzzing from her exploits, & she could only think it was the aftermath of her masturbation that made her say, 'you can share, if you want...?' She held her breath, hardly able to believe what she had just offered; they hadn't shared bath-time for years. Stacey saw Paul's eyes widen, then he swallowed & said, ' what, in the shower? With you? Now?' Stacey tried to lighten the situation, but her voice sounded strange, deeper, & more sexual. 'Frightened I might actually use the soap on you?' Paul laughed, breaking the tension, then shrugged, 'Ok, whatever. Just don't hog all the room.' He slipped his clothes off, pulled back the door, & stepped in. Although the shower was big, Stacey now realised that contact between them was inevitable; she quickly turned her back & passed the shampoo back over her shoulder. 'Here, you wash my hair then I'll do yours, & no peeking.' Paul laughed again, but Stacey could tell there was a certain nervousness about the sound. She closed her eyes as Paul squirted the liquid on her hair, then began to relax as he built up a lather while massaging her scalp. His fingers felt strong, & she felt herself drifting as the pleasant sensations made her drowsy. 'Better rinse now,' said Paul, rousing Stacey from her daydreaming, his voice husky & chocked. Stacey backed into the water, leaning her head back & running her fingers through her hair. 'Is it all out,' she asked? Paul said nothing, but she felt his hands on her hair again, squeezing out the moisture & soap. Stacey realised that with his height & her arched back, he must have a perfect view of her breasts. Almost unwittingly she pulled her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts out further, keeping her eyes tightly closed, she imagined Paul ravishing her body with his hungry gaze. Finally she reached back for the shampoo, saying, 'your turn.' They both turned, & Stacey could see the muscles in Paul's back ripple as he tensed, waiting for her touch. She filled her palm with shampoo, & reached up to rub it on his short blond hair. Immediately she realised that because of his height, to do so meant she would have to lean against him, & as her hard nipples grazed his back, she heard him take in a sharp breath. As she lathered his hair, her heavy breasts brushed back & forth across his skin, bringing them back to a fully aroused state, & sending sparks through her body that seemed to finish in her groin. This continued for several minutes, the jolts of horny electricity now a constant connection from her nipples to her pussy. Realising that it had gone on for so long, it must now seem odd, she stepped back, took a breath to try & steady her voice, & said, 'ok you can rinse now.' Paul stepped under the water, & let the soap run out, ensuring the whole time that his back was turned. 'Is it all gone?' He asked. Stacey tried to squeeze the last of the suds out, but again Paul's height was a problem. 'I can't reach' she said in a low voice. 'Not unless you bend down.' Both of them knew what that meant, & for a moment they held their breaths. Slowly Paul turned, His head bowed, eyes closed. Stacey let her eyes travel down Paul's smooth chest, coming to rest on the enormous hard on that she had guessed he would be sporting. She studied it for a few seconds, marvelling at its perfection; it was longer than she had thought & must have been 10-inches in length, the thick veins that curled around the sides, pulsing with blood, the tennis ball sized helmet almost purple. Slowly she moved closer to Paul, & placed her hands on his lowered head, stroking the soap away. His hands came slowly up from his sides, resting tentatively on her hips, & they both gasped as their skin touched. Stacey brought her hands down across Paul's shoulders, running them down his arms, guiding his hands around her hips to rest on her ass. As she moved closer still, Paul raised his head, & looked down at Stacey. Her hands travelled back along his arms, across his shoulders & slowly down his front, stopping at his waist. 'I told you to be careful with that thing,' she whispered, almost too low to hear above the running water. 'I'm sorry,' said Paul, his voice thick with lust. Stacey looked up into his eyes & saw confusion mixed with love, & a new emotion, one she had not seen there before – lust. 'Perhaps we'd better take care of it, she said huskily. 'In case it goes off unintentionally.' Slowly she let her hands fall further, circling into Paul's groin. Her fingers traced along the length of him, the touch making his cock twitch & jump, & for a moment she thought he might come; she squeezed the base of his cock – once, hard - & the spasms subsided. Her fingers curled around the hot pole of muscle, unable to meet at any point, & although she had both hands on him, a good 2-inches of meat was still visible. Slowly she began to pump his cock, & as she did Paul's head went back & a long low groan slipped from his mouth. Stacey smiled at the obvious pleasure she was giving him, & began to increase her pace. Paul was now staring fixedly at her large breasts, kneading the cheeks of her ass, & pulling their bodies together. Stacey's sopping pussy was pressed against his left thigh, & she began rubbing herself up & down his leg. Her left hand reached lower, & while the other continued its long journey up & down Paul's cock, she began to massage his large balls. Stacey was watching Paul's face, & could see he was getting close to orgasm. She was murmuring little words of encouragement to him, & to his utter joy, began to rub her tits back & forth across the head of his prick. 'Oh God, I'm going to come,' he cried. Never taking her eyes from his, Stacey upped her tempo, & began to squeeze his sac in time to her movements. 'That's it baby. Shoot your big load. Come for me. Come all over my big tits.' This was too much for Paul, & bracing himself against the walls of the shower he threw back his head & shouted with joy. Stacey was prepared for his orgasm, but the first spurt was so powerful that it hit her squarely in the forehead, leaving a long string of thick white come that ran across her eye all the way to drip off her chin. The second was no less strong, & this time the rope of semen was left hanging from her nose, & draped across her full lips. She continued to wank his hard pole, & the next three lines of cum covered her neck & upper rack, the water letting it slide down to drip from her nipples. She had never seen so much spunk in her life, & it was still pouring out. Hardly believing what she was doing, she bent her head & opened her lips, feeling the last few spurts coat the inside of her mouth. Finally it stopped, & they fell away from each other. Stacey leant back against the wall, & looked down at her cum covered tits, then raised her eyes to see Paul also staring at her. Slowly she brought her hand up to her breasts, & began to massage cum into them while Paul looked on. Her other hand snaked down across her stomach, & still keeping eye contact with her stepson the whole time, she began to rub her aching cunt. No sooner had her finger begun to flick across her erect clit, when the beginning of a massive orgasm came thundering toward her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as wave after wave of pleasure rippled across her body, every nerve end tingling as the sensations made her muscles tense & relax over & over. A cry of pure pleasure escaped from her open mouth, & as she gasped for air she could taste Paul's spunk as it slid down her throat. The sensations slowly subsided, & Stacey opened her eyes to see Paul staring at her, his hand grasping his still hard prick, 'That was fucking awesome,' he said. 'You are so hot. I've never come so much in my life.' Stacey smiled. 'Neither have I,' she said, her eyes again drawn to Paul's massive cock. As he felt her gaze on him, Paul stroked himself, & emboldened by her hungry look, reached out with his free hand, brushing her nipple with his fingertips. Stacey moaned at the touch, the sound an endorsement & encouragement, his hand lifted the heavy breast & squeezed it tenderly. Very slowly Paul bent his head, & with one final look into Stacey's eyes, his tongue curled around the hardened nipple. The feelings that rushed through her body were like nothing she had ever experienced, & as she stroked his head & cooed her delight, Paul began to suck on her breast. Stacey was so turned on she could hardly see straight, the sensations that rolled across her body & mind dismissing any thoughts of wrongdoing. She was here, now, her body being pleasured by a young stud, & she wanted more. Paul switched to her other breast, the first pooping out of his mouth with a plop, the saliva coated nipple a good inch in length. Stacey reached between them, brushing aside Paul's own hand & replacing it with her own; continuing the stroking of his huge cock. She loved the feel of its hardness, the pulse of the blood through the large vein that ran its length. She circled the back of the helmet with the pad of her thumb & Paul groaned his pleasure. Stacey suddenly felt Paul's fingers brush her pussy lips, & she sobbed with desire. Her reaction was all the consent Paul needed, & slowly he inserted his middle finger into her. Still sucking & licking her tits, he began to corkscrew his finger in & out of her, & as she became wetter & wetter, he bunched his three middle fingers together & increased the pace. Unable to concentrate any longer on masturbating Paul, Stacey pressed her hands flat against the tiles, widening her stance & bending her knees, opening herself to the invading fingers, & thrusting her pelvis against them. Suddenly Paul withdrew his fingers, but as Stacey moaned in disappointment he dropped to his knees, & plunged his face into her steaming pussy. Stacey cried out in delight as she felt his tongue probing her innermost parts; at first lapping the juices that were flowing from her, then using his hardened tongue as a prick fucking in & out, before finally sucking her fully erect clit into his mouth & flicking it rapidly. She no longer had the strength to stand, & while Paul supported her from below, she pulled his head further into her wide-open cunt as another massive orgasm ripped through her body. Paul lowered her limp body to the shower floor, & stood back, his huge cock waving in front of him. Stacey was drunk with lust, & eager to please; she came to her knees in front of Paul, grasping his firm rod in both hands, & ran her tongue the long length of him. Paul was breathing hard, & rested his hands gently on either side of her head as he felt her lips encircle the large helmet. She couldn't get the whole thing in her mouth, but began to lick around the sensitive underside like an ice-cream, at the same pumping both hands up & down. She carried on like this for a while, then ran her tongue up & down the shaft, coating it in saliva, dropping down to suck his balls into her mouth one at a time, before returning to lathe the large head. Having only just come, Paul managed to endure this unbelievable pleasure for several minutes, but the sight of his beautiful, naked step mom, on her knees in front of him sucking his cock was jus too wild. He felt his balls tighten, & the unmistakeable pooling of blood in his groin as the spunk began to boil up from his sac. Stacey felt it also, & took her mouth away, closing her eyes, & pumping more rapidly. 'Oh yeah! Here it comes,' he shouted. 'I'm gonna spunk all over your beautiful face!' Stacey felt the first hot splash as it hit her face, & opened her eyes in time to see the next creamy rope of semen as it landed full on her mouth. She was holding Paul's legs now, & he was jerking his monster directly into her face. She opened her mouth & he eagerly deposited 2 large jets directly onto her waiting tongue. She gulped them down, loving the thick creamy taste of him, squeezing her thighs together as another orgasm shuddered through her body. The last streams of cum had sprayed on her heavy breasts, & Stacey cupped them in her hands, raising the sticky orbs to her face & lapping up Paul's seed with delight. She lay against the wall, the tiles cold against her hot body, looking up at Paul. He was trembling all over, his chest rising & falling as though he had run a marathon, looking down at her in wonder. Stacey knew one thing for sure, a door had been opened, & despite warring emotions of guilt & lust, she was eager to step through to the hidden delights beyond. A Stepmom's Story Ch. 02 Stacey walked slowly across the room to the dressing table, her bare feet making no sound on the deep carpet; the candles spaced around the room giving the only light, the flickering shadows hinting at hidden mysteries. She sat. Lifting the heavy silver brush from the table she began to pull it through her hair in long slow strokes, the rise & fall of her arm causing the thick cotton towel she was wrapped in to fall away from her body, draping across the sides & back of the stool. She smiled into the mirror, loving the play of light on her smooth just-scrubbed skin. The cool night air caressed her, raising gooseflesh across her arms & neck, puckering her nipples. She gazed down as they raised further, the aureole shrinking as the pink tips hardened. She shivered with delight. She felt, more than heard, her lover approaching; before she could raise her head, his lips were at her neck, first kisses, & then playful nips with his teeth; every contact at just the right spot, each one pleasing her more than the last. She closed her eyes & tilted her head; raising her arms behind her, she ran her fingers through his hair. His hands snaked around her sides & cupped her heavy breasts & she groaned. The kissing had now moved to her back, & as his mouth travelled lower, softly brushing each indentation of her spine, his index fingers were circling the tips of her breasts. She placed her hands over his, squeezing, & he immediately took her lead; increasing the pressure he pinched her now aching nipples, tugging on them, milking them to a full inch in length. She felt moisture begin to flood her pussy. Suddenly he lifted her body, & with a sweep of his arm sent the contents of the dressing table spilling to the floor. He bent her forward, & the glass top of the table was cold as her breasts were crushed flat against it. She tried to rise but he held one hand between her shoulder blades preventing her from standing. The other hand caressed her pink cheeks, his thick thumb running down her hot cleft, brushing across the tight brown button of her ass, the touch causing it to tighten, the involuntary muscle spasm that ran through her groin making her nether lips flower open. She felt the moisture begin to seep from her hot vagina. She was burning up, the ache in her pussy crying out for release; she wanted him, wanted his cock in her, his tongue on her most sensitive parts, anything to ease this sweet agony. He knelt behind her, & she felt his hot breath tickle as his mouth closed over her rear passage. His tongue snaked forward, brushing gently over the puckered opening & she moaned aloud, her hips pumping up & down against his face. He moved lower & lapped at the small droplets of sweet nectar that beaded her fine pussy hair, teasing her puffy outer lips. She was making small noises now, mewing like a kitten, & entreating him to do more, to scratch the itch that consumed her whole body. His fingers roughly parted her labia, & as his thumb slipped into her hot canal, his middle finger circled her clit, stimulating the nerve core from within & without. She was panting now, arching her back & spreading her legs, opening herself to the invading fingers. Whimpering with lust she begged him to fuck her. His fingers withdrew, replaced immediately by the hot head of his penis. He dipped the tip into her wetness then smeared their combined juices across her asshole, causing it again to dilate. He returned to her dripping entrance, then with barely a pause sank his entire length into her. She cried out, the cry turning to a moan of desire as he withdrew then slid back in again. Over & over he pistoned in & out of her, his heavy balls swing forward to slap against her swollen clit, heightening her pleasure. The waves of exquisite sensation pulsed through her, the blood that sang through her veins pooling in her sopping pussy, & the ultra-sensitive tips of her breasts that she brushed, back & forth against the glass tabletop to increase her own pleasure. After what seemed an eternity spent in the grip of one long, drawn out orgasm, she felt him slow & lengthen his strokes, then with a loud moan he slammed into her further than ever before, the head of his cock ballooning, filling her even more. Pulling her head back roughly by the hair, he began to shoot jet after jet of hot cum into her cervix. Stacey saw herself in the mirror; a fine sheen of sweat covered her entire body, her hair plastered to her face, her body shaking with exertion, legs weak & barely able to support her in the aftermath of such a pounding; a red blush spread up across her breasts & neck as her orgasm suffused her entire body, & she cried out. Her eyes were drawn to the shadow of her lover in the mirror, but as she tried to see his face, she realised a second figure was standing just behind him. The figure approached, the light catching his face. Jack. Her husband. She gasped, turning her head to see whom it was behind her. Tears of shame rolling down his face was her stepson Paul; she felt his manhood buried deep inside her, filling her as she had never been before, heard him crying softly, ‘why?’ Jack was now at his son’s side & in unison they began to shake their heads, both their faces a mask of betrayal; together they accused & inquired, repeating over & over, ‘why, why?’ ‘Why what?’ Stacey opened her eyes, & for a brief moment felt that dislocated sensation that comes from waking suddenly. She looked to her side. Jack, still half asleep was looking down at her with eyes barely open. ‘You kept saying why’, he yawned. ‘Why what?’ ‘Nothing baby’, she said. ‘Go back to sleep, it was just a bad dream’. He turned over, muttering something about ‘ 3rd time this week’, before his breathing slowed & deepened, telling her that he had fallen back into his usual deep, deep sleep. She stared up at the moonlit ceiling & tried to sort the jumble of images that were circling in her mind. She had no doubt where the nightmare had come from, she had been having variations on the same theme over & over. What horrified her most was the aftermath of the dream; the sticky wetness of her vagina, the hard nipples that were poking against her cotton t-shirt, the dryness of her mouth that spoke of her excitement. The same type of dream, the same sexually charged content, the same signs of betrayal from her aroused body; every night for a month. The same long month that had passed since she had sexually molested her stepson in the shower. That’s what she had done, she told herself, she had molested her baby, abused him, destroying his life in a moment of sexual gratification. She rose quietly & padded across to the en-suite, closing the door behind her before turning on the light above the bathroom cabinet. She sat on the toilet bending forward to rest her head on her knees. Immediately she could smell the musky scent of her arousal, & she sat bolt upright, the smell triggering visions from her dream. Lifting her t-shirt she studied her vagina. She had always kept her pussy hair trimmed, & her outer lips were clearly visible; puffy & inflamed, they glistened with her juices. Almost of their own accord her fingers brushed against them. They were tender to the touch, sensitive beyond belief, almost painful, & as her fingertips stroked them they slowly opened. She began to breathe more heavily, one hand now inside her t-shirt stroking her breasts; her dream filled her mind, & as she slipped one finger into her hot pussy she gasped at the wet heat. Sliding her sticky finger to the top of her slit she traced a circle around her clit. Biting her lip to stay quiet she moaned at the sensation; her head thrown back, eyes closed, she saw Paul’s face flash into her mind. The vision filled her with conflicting emotions, lust & disgust fighting for control; her finger was now directly on her clit, & as her orgasm rushed toward her, lust won, & she whispered his name. As her legs began to tremble she spread them wide, opening herself up further, exposing her sopping pussy to the world. Panting with exertion she pushed three bunched fingers into her cunt, while the other hand milked her long clit, drawing the orgasm out of her with each squeeze. Wiping herself clean she crept back to the bed, once again filled with self-loathing at her lack of control. She turned on her side & buried her face in the pillow. Closing her eyes, she wished for the millionth time that she knew what to do, & as she had almost every night for 4-weeks, she cried herself to sleep. The morning brought no relief; Jack as usual was up & out before six, & the waking nightmare of another breakfast with Paul awaited her. She never knew how it would be, sometimes he would simply ignore her, other times he would try to approach her, the look of hurt on his face as she spurned him, heart breaking to her; other times would bring the accusations, the threats, but without fail every morning ended the same – him storming out of the house, her sobbing at the kitchen table. This morning he was angry, & as she tried to mollify him he raged at her; accusing her of not loving him, of thinking only of herself, of lying to him. With a final scream of abuse he stormed out, slamming the door behind him. She saw his schoolbooks on the side & rushed out with them. He barely looked back at her as he walked down the drive, turning only to shout ‘fuck school’, before stamping off. She sank to her knees on the front steps, & clutching the books to her cried out to him. ‘I’m sorry’. He didn’t reply. She went back into the house, the tears still rolling down her cheeks, & slowly climbed the stairs to the bathroom. Standing under the shower she tried to let the water rinse away the dread; it was no use. She looked at the shower floor, saw herself sitting there as she had a month ago, her face & breasts covered with Paul’s hot cum, her legs splayed wide, her pussy still leaking its sticky juices, the clit – which, God forgive her, Paul had sucked into his mouth – still throbbing & red with arousal. Paul had been looking down at her, his semi-erect cock still dripping semen, the large red head sliding back into the sheath of his foreskin. The enormity of what she had done hit her like a jackhammer. As the sexual heat left her, the endorphins dissipating through her bloodstream, she suddenly felt exposed in front of him. A stupid response considering she had been sucking his cock not 5-minutes before, but the shame suddenly robbed her of all dignity, damning her nakedness. Paul had stepped toward her, & she had backed away from him, the thought of his eyes on her, so recently making her hot, now appalled her. ‘Get out’, she whispered. Not understanding what was happening Paul went to touch her. ‘GET OUT!’ She screamed. ‘Get out, get out’, over & over until he had pulled open the shower door, & with a backward look of hurt & confusion, stepped out. She spent the next 15-minutes scrubbing herself until her skin was red & sore. It was no use. She could still feel the lines of semen that had splashed over, burning her skin like branding irons. She dressed in baggy pants & one of Jack’s sweatshirts; then went down stairs. At every step she hardened her heart, steeling herself for what had to be done. Paul was waiting in the kitchen, & as she entered he stood up. She stopped him with a look. Before he had a chance to speak, she folded her arms & in the coldest voice she could muster told him how it would be. What had happened had been a mistake, a disgrace that would haunt them forever. She was to blame, & therefore she would ensure that it never happened again. Ever. At the cold finality of the words Paul had tried to protest, telling her that he loved her, telling her how much he wanted her. She refused to let the pleas enter her heart, & told him that if he couldn’t live by these rules, she would leave. This was an extra barb for him; his mother’s departure, abandoning him & his father all those years ago an old wound, a wound that she had now reopened. He had hung his head, then turned & ran for the door, knocking the chair over & stumbling in his haste to depart. And so it had been, for the whole, long month. Stacey returned from shopping that afternoon to see Jacks BMW in the drive. She parked her own car & walked in to the house. Immediately she heard raised voices: Jack & Paul. She walked with dread to the kitchen, & as she entered, saw them standing in the middle of the room, Paul was standing with his fists bunched at his side, while his father pointed his finger 2-inches from his face. ‘I don’t give a good goddamn if you think your James Dean, or whoever the hell this years rebel is. You will NOT throw your whole life away just because you can’t control your hormones. Is that clear?’ Paul sneered at his father, ‘you can’t stop me. If I want to drop out there’s nothing you can do’. Jack saw Stacey enter & turned to plead with her. ‘Can you believe this idiot. I got a call at work to say that there had been trouble at the school. When I got there the coach said Paul had taken a swing at one of the other kids, & when they had tried to stop him, he went berserk. The guy had no choice but to report it to the principal, & he called me at work. At work!’ Turning back to Paul he snarled, ‘do you know how embarrassing that is? The principal asked me if I thought you were on drugs, for God’s sake! He says your grades have gone to shit this last month. What the hell is happening?’ Paul glanced at Stacey, & then turned back to his father. ‘Like I said, if I want to drop out I will.’ ‘Not if you want to live under my roof boy.’ Jack was mad now & Stacey began to panic. What was happening, how could her family be falling apart like this? Jack turned once more to his wife, ‘you try to talk to him. You always seem to be able to get round him. Make him see sense, cos I’m not kidding. Its my way…….’ He let the unfinished sentence hang in the air, then with a disgusted snort, turned & left the house. They heard his car pull off the drive, leaving them alone. ‘I’m sorry’, Stacey whispered, & although it was barely a murmur, Paul heard her. ‘Don’t be’ he snapped. ’It’s not your fault I’m a freak.’ He turned & left the kitchen, & she heard his bedroom door slam a few seconds later. Stacey sat at the table. As she thought about Jack’s words her mind became crystal clear; the thoughts that had been buzzing through her head like angry hornets now clicked into place, the turmoil & confusion of the last month now smoothed into a single clear picture; she knew what she must do. Whatever happened she must save her family. Quietly she climbed the stairs, knocking softly at Paul’s door. He didn’t answer, but after a few seconds she entered. He was sitting on his bed, his head in his hands, & although he didn’t look up she knew he was crying. Stacey sat on the edge of the bed & stroked his hair. Paul looked up, & with eyes full of love & hurt he said, ‘I don’t understand. What do you want? What happened between us was amazing, totally amazing, how can you not see that? How can you not want that to happen again? Don’t you love me anymore?’ Stacey smiled sadly, ‘of course I love you, but what we did was wrong, & although it was amazing, the fact that it was wrong cancels out the good bits’. Suddenly the old Paul was back, & he shook his head, ‘that’s illogical.’ She laughed, it was an old joke between them from when Paul had been small, a reference to his favourite TV show Star Trek. ‘Thank you Mr Spock’ she said tartly. Looking at his face she could see how tired he was, the lines of fatigue that circled his eyes. ‘You look beat’, she said. Paul sighed. ‘I haven’t slept much, you know, since then. I have funny dreams, & afterwards I can never get back to sleep. It’s too uncomfortable, you know..’ Stacey cocked her head, ‘no, I don’t know, we haven’t been speaking recently remember’. Paul was looking a little sheepish, & mumbled something about ‘night stands’. Stacey giggled, & raised an eyebrow. ‘Isn’t there a way to take care of that?’ Now Paul was really embarrassed, & he turned to the wall saying, ‘I haven’t been able to. Not since that day. My head gets messed up & I can’t concentrate. It just doesn’t happen.’ She continued to stroke his hair, & as they sat in silence, just content not to be fighting anymore, Stacey let her mind drift, turning over the picture that had formed in her mind, studying it from all sides & finding no flaw in its simplicity. Slowly she leant forward & kissed him lightly on the head. Planting small soft kisses at each stage & whispering the whole time that she loved him, she held his head in her hands & turned him to face her. ‘There have to be rules,’ she said, looking deep in his eyes. ‘I set those rules & you must follow them, OK?’ Paul nodded, not daring to speak, not wanting to break the spell that fallen over them. She brought their faces close together & brushed her lips against his. They were dry & warm, & she let the tip of her tongue slip out to trace a line along his mouth. He opened his mouth & she ran her tongue across his teeth, along the inside of his lip, sending sparks of arousal through his head. Their mouths came together & they kissed. It was soft & loving, their eyes closed, they allowed their tongues to caress each other’s, luxuriating in the hot wetness. Her hand slowly stoked his chest, then moved down across his stomach to rest lightly on his groin. She could feel his hardness beneath his sweat pants, the bulge of his manhood stretched out to his thigh. The touch made her feel giddy, & she pressed more firmly, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat as it pumped through his cock. They sat like that for several minutes, kissing, neither one wanting to move too quickly, to risk the moment. Eventually Stacey slipped her hand beneath the waistband, running her fingers through the curly brush of his pubic hair, running her fingertips along his length. Paul shifted around, freeing the end of his cock, & it sprang up, pointing at his flat stomach. Stacey did not look down, but wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock & smiled into his loving eyes. ‘Shall I make it all better?’ Paul nodded, & laid his head on her shoulder. Slowly she began to masturbate his steel like cock, marvelling at its size & thickness. He began to groan & she realised that he was almost ready to come, the past month’s tension putting him on a hair trigger. Increasing her tempo she kissed the shell of his ear, & whispered softly, ‘come baby. It’s OK. Come for mommy.’ His hand slowly crept between them, reaching up to rest lightly on her breast, & she smiled. ‘It’s ok baby. You can touch them. I want you to.’ He cupped her breast & squeezed gently & she began to pump him more forcefully, her own arousal now a part of what was happening. She felt his fingers fumble with the buttons of her blouse, & although one part of her mind screamed no, the rest of her whole body shouted yes. His hand was suddenly inside, pushing aside her bra, & he brushed his fingers back & forth across her hard nipple. Opening his mouth wide against her soft neck, his whole body went rigid & he pushed against her hand. Stacey felt the first pulse travel up the length of his cock, & as he pinched her nipple making her gasp, he cried out. His thick, creamy cum shot high in the air, the first long rope arcing over his shoulder to hit the wall behind, the next jet landed on her blouse, the third draping across his arm. She continued to pump his cock, the spunk still bubbling up from the red mushroom head, to run down the sides & across her fingers. She let the sticky seed coat her palm, & then smeared it along his length. His hand was still inside her bra, & he gently squeezed her breast as his orgasm subsided. Stacey pulled him close to her, kissing the top of his head. Speaking into his clean smelling hair she said, ‘Now remember, I make the rules, & you have to follow them. Is that clear?’ Paul nodded, & kissed her neck. ‘Good’, she said, with a satisfied nod, ‘Because this family means everything to me, & I won’t let it fall apart because of something that I have control over’. A Stepmom's Story Ch. 03 This story can be read as a stand alone, but flows better if you read parts 1 & 2 first. Enjoy. ++++ Since taking the decision to become her stepson's lover, Stacey was amazed at how quickly the whole arrangement had achieved a sense of normality, how a situation that would have shocked her 6-months before, now seemed the most natural thing in the world. What was more worrying to her was the way in which her relationship with Paul had begun to change, to develop into something she had not expected. At first the idea had seemed simple enough; she would satisfy Paul's needs sexually, at the same time keeping her family together. After all, she would control the frequency & content of their sexual encounters, in no time at all Paul would grow bored of the illicit nature of what they were doing & move on. Right? Wrong. The spanners in this brilliant plan were her desires, her needs. She craved her stepson like a drug, needed her fix in a bigger dose & more often with every passing day. At first she had limited her visits to Paul to once a week, sneaking in while her husband was out, masturbating him to an orgasm while he stroked her breasts through her blouse. Paul never made any move to take things further, nor did he complain that her visits were not as frequent as he quite obviously would have liked. One thing was certain, his grades had returned to normal, his sunny personality was back, & the black atmosphere that had hung over the house had lifted; in fact everybody who knew him said they had never seen him happier. For Stacey this was confirmation of her decision, justification for doing what she did. It was also the way in which she explained her need to visit Paul more often; after all, the more she helped him, the better for his welfare. It was with this logic that she began to creep into his bedroom twice a week, why she began to wear loose fitting tops that allowed Paul's hands more freedom to roam over her large breasts, to milk the hard nipples while she jacked his big cock. Soon she was going to his room every other day, usually after Jack had gone to the office, Paul's new alarm clock his step mom's warm hands stroking his morning hard on till it sprayed across the sheets. The escalation of contact did not serve to cool Paul's ardour; in fact he never seemed to tire of her visits, & it was this enthusiasm that increased Stacey's hunger, the thought that this young stud looked forward to her attentions was the most powerful of flatteries, fanning her desires further. Soon she was going to Paul every day, & after one incident where Paul had 'accidentally' cum on her top, she would now strip to her panties, the fact that her stepson's hungry eyes were captivated by her firm body, left her soaked with excitement. Their love play took on more of a two-way nature as time went on, & now when Stacey would wrap her large tits around Paul's pole of meat, she would rub herself against his leg; his ejaculation when it came, showering her torso with long stings of hot semen, her own orgasm leaving a sticky trail from his knee to his shin. Although they had done more than this on their first fateful shower together, the build up to more & more exciting games lent the acts more sexual weight. The first time Stacey sucked Paul's hard cock was a rite of passage for them both. Stacey had been giving Paul another tit wank – his favourite position – poling between her large globes, the cream she had made him massage into them making an obscene squelching noise. When he had pushed a little further than usual, his large purple helmet had come to rest against her dry lips, & time had seemed to stop. Stacey was sitting up in bed while Paul straddled her stomach, so it seemed the most natural thing in the world to let her pink tongue dart forward to catch the bead of pre-cum that was oozing from his large slit. Paul gasped, & pushed his hips forward, smearing more of his fluids across her opening mouth. Stacey was wild with lust, & as she often did, had been holding her panties to one side while her other hand let its fingers do their work on her sopping gash. She quickly placed both hands on Paul's firm butt, pushing his cock toward her open mouth. His helmet was so large she could not get her lips around it with comfort, but instead swirled her tongue around the head. Paul groaned, & pushed further so that Stacey's tongue could make its long wet trail down to his large balls. 'Oh yes baby', he moaned. 'Suck on my big cock.' Stacey loved to hear him like this. He seemed to be completely in her power. She quickly licked around his sack, sucking one large testicle into her mouth at a time, before kissing back along his thick shaft until his large helmet was again resting on her lips. Paul had both hands resting on the wall above the headboard; his eyes looking down were filled with lust as Stacey used the flat of her tongue to stimulate the sensitive underside of his glans, while the top slid into the roof of her mouth. Saliva dribbled from both sides of her aching lips as she continued to suck as much of him into her hot mouth as she could. Paul began thrusting with is hips, fucking her willing face. 'That's it mom, suck me, make me cum. I want to shoot all over your beautiful face.' Stacey was jacking his pole with one hand, the other squeezing his large sack, her middle finger probing at the g-spot just in front of his puckered asshole. She felt his balls begin to tighten, & relinquished her hold on his manhood; roughly pulling aside her panties she shoved three bunched fingers into her streaming slit. Paul was using one hand to wank his bulging prick, & with a roar he pulled his helmet from her mouth & began to shoot large globs of spunk directly into her face. Stacey's eyes rolled back as her orgasm gripped her, relishing the feel of her stepson's hot seed as it covered her face. From that time it had seemed only natural that Stacey would now suck Paul's cock at every chance; sometimes she would catch him walking out the door to school, dropping to her knees in front of him while his unknowing friends waited in the car, greedily sucking down every drop of his hot cum. One morning while Paul was still asleep she had crept into his room & quietly pulled back the sheet, crawling onto the bed she had begun to nuzzle his semi-hard cock, planting small kisses along its length till it had swelled with blood. Paul had groaned & reached down to cup her heavy breasts as they hung down lusciously, the hard nipples grazing his stomach muscles. Stacey groaned as his fingers circled her tender tips. 'Squeeze them baby. You know that's what I like.' Paul obliged, his right hand tugging at each long nipple in turn, making her pant as she licked at his thick cock. So lost was she in her own world of pleasure, that she did not realise he had changed hands, or that while his left continued to squeeze her hot tits, his right was running along the curve of her back. She felt him squeeze her firm ass cheeks & sobbed with desire, her body automatically giving its signals of consent as her gash flooded with moisture. Paul's fingers slipped beneath the elastic of her panties & ran along the tender outer lips of her vagina. Stacey had stopped her own ministrations as with her eyes closed she enjoyed the sensations that rolled across her body. 'Put one in me' she whispered. Paul willingly obliged, slipping his thick middle finger into her hot hole. She moaned long & low. 'Oh god. Oh please don't stop'. Paul happily took her at her word, & soon he had his three middle fingers sawing in out of his step mom's sopping hole while his broad thumb circled her throbbing clit. Stacey was wild with lust; her hips bucking against his hand, her orgasm rushing at her, she screamed at him to make her cum. Suddenly Paul lifted her by the hips & settled her vagina above his face. Stacey collapsed as she felt the first probing of his tongue. All thought left her mind as her body focussed on the waves of pleasure that came crashing into her brain at Paul's loving ministrations. Clutching at the sheets of the bed, Stacey stared sightlessly ahead as Paul sucked her clit into his hot mouth; small pinpoints of light seemed to be exploding in front of her eyes like a firework display of pure pleasure. Her orgasm when it finally hit was like a body blow, the intense sensation of her muscles tensing all over her body was like a jolt of electricity, only to be relieved as her pelvis began to spasm forward & with a torrent that Paul happily drank down, her vagina ejaculated her juices all over his face. Stacey had never experienced anything like it before; she was certain that she had passed out. Paul gently laid her on the bed & caressed her until the spasms passed, whispering that he loved her, & that he would do anything for her. At that moment she became his plaything. Now it was his turn to catch her any place, anytime, & she was powerless to resist. Sometimes Jack would still be pulling out of the drive on the way to play golf or some such, when Paul would have her laying across the kitchen table, her t-shirt bunched around her waist, her legs splayed obscenely wide as his tongue made love to her most intimate parts. Her orgasms were becoming more intense; one morning Paul had to support her weight while she hung limp as a rag, his fingers – buried deep inside her hot canal – drawing out another gut wrenching experience, her jerking body like a crazed marionette as the juices flowed down her legs to pool between her feet. Taking it to another level, Paul would heighten the danger, & by extension the thrill, flirting with possible detection. One night Stacey had woken to see a silhouette by the bed, the scream in her throat stilled by the realisation that it was Paul in their bedroom. She had quickly turned her head to check that Jack was still sleeping, & as usual he was dead to the world. Turning back she realised that Paul was standing closer to the bed, & in the moonlight she could see he was naked, staring at her while he stroked his long thick cock. This was madness! Jack could wake at any time. Still Stacey felt her pussy flood with excitement as her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, & she could see more clearly her stepson as his hand made the long journey up & down his shaft. Her mouth was dry but her nipples were aching & she could feel her pussy lips tingling with desire. With another quick glance toward her sleeping husband she slowly pushed back the sheet. Inch by inch she drew her bed T-shirt up to her neck until her large breasts were free to feel the night air. Paul was stroking faster, as she let her hands caress her large breasts, her fingers circling the nipples. She licked her lips; then took one finger into her mouth's hot wetness before running it down across her stomach to the fine hairs of her mound. Her legs whispered apart & she let Paul see as her finger began to circle her already hard clit. She bit her lip to stifle the moan that was building in her throat then pushed her finger deep inside. Taking it out she ran it across her lips, before licking her juices from it. She heard Paul moan with lust & increase his tempo, so she repeated the action, treating her hard nipples & mouth to several tastes of her own sticky desire. Paul edged closer, his manhood now directly above her, & Stacey arched her back as she heard him grunt, then felt his hot spunk splatter across her neck, face & upper rack. She clenched her thighs together as her orgasm flowed out from her groin, smearing his hot seed across her body while her husband slept on beside her. +++ "Honey, I have to go up to head office next weekend for a meeting of the regional heads. I can book a double room, but to be honest I think you'd be bored stiff." Jack was leaning against the kitchen worktop, finishing his morning coffee, while Stacey, still wearing just her nightshirt, fixed Paul's breakfast. "Are you kidding?" She smiled, shaking her head. "The last time you dragged me on one of those things I almost gnawed my own leg off to kill the boredom." Jack laughed, "Hey, you think this is my idea of a vacation? No problem, I'll fly up Friday night and get the late Sunday return." Stacey nodded, & offered her cheek for Jack's goodbye kiss, but her mind was racing. The thought of a weekend alone with Paul had her nipples hardening & her pussy wet. She felt strong arms encircle her waist, & as the sound of Jack's tyres crunched across the gravel, Paul nuzzled into her neck. "I missed my wake up call," he said, his hands moving up to cup her breasts. "Hmmm," she answered, leaning her head back against him & smiling, her eyes closed. "I think I can make it up to you this weekend, if you can wait?" "That sounds interesting," he murmured, his hands now at the hem of her t-shirt. "But I think I may need a little consolation prize." With that he lifted her shirt, & sank down on his knees behind her. Stacey moaned & pushed her pert butt back towards him. She felt his hands caress her smooth ass cheeks, & his hot breath as he pulled them slowly apart; it tickled as he lowered his mouth to her nether regions, & she sobbed out loud as the first gentle probing of his tongue brushed her puckered anus. Grasping the edge of the counter, Stacey spread her legs wide, arching her back to lift her bottom, allowing her stepson's busy mouth easier access; her head hung down, & staring past her huge swaying rack, she watched through eyes hungry with lust as Paul's broad thumbs parted her pussy lips, & he began to joyfully lap at the sweet nectar that oozed from her hot sex, his fingers dipping inside her occasionally, to be sucked clean with relish "Suck on my clit," she said in a hoarse whisper. Paul dutifully obliged. While he sucked on her engorged nexus of nerves, one hand was now stoking her heavy tits, tugging on the hard nipples, the other hand squeezing her hot buns. Stacey felt her orgasm approaching, & screamed at Paul to make her come. The hardened tip of his tongue flicked at her clit, & he slipped his index finger, slick with her cunt juices, past her already dilated sphincter, into her hot rear passage. This sent her over the edge, & her legs shook with the exertion of holding herself upright as the orgasm ripped through her. Pushing his finger further into her ass, Paul opened his mouth & gulped down the sticky juice that gushed from her vagina as it pulsed in time to her release. She sank to her knees, still holding the edge of the counter, panting as though she had run a marathon. Turning to sit on the cool tiles, Stacey looked up to see Paul, wide-legged, pumping his fist up & down his thick cock. With a grunt he began to come. The first thick white rope of semen sprayed across the cupboard door, but the second landed squarely on Stacey's face, she squealed with delight as the hot spunk ran down her cheek, squealing again as the second & third shots hit her forehead & nose, dripping onto her full lips. Leaning forward, Paul sent the last lines of semen into her waiting mouth, & she gulped the sticky seed with delight, reaching forward to gently massage his large balls, almost milking the last of the juice from them. "That's one hell of a consolation prize," she laughed as he helped her to her feet. "But I think the main attraction won't disappoint." Before he could ask any more she ran up to the shower. The next 2-days passed in a haze as she made her plans for their perfect weekend, all the time trying to appear normal. She purposely kept away from Paul, teasing him, & explaining that he would need his strength. He gave her quizzical looks, but played along. After dropping Jack off at the airport on Friday, Stacey rushed back to the house to arrange things. She had told Paul to go to practice as usual, but be home by 7.30pm; that would give her all the time she needed. When Paul arrived home, he was greeted by a hallway lit with tens of lighted candles, & soft music playing from the living room. He dropped his bag & walked through to the lounge. The fire was lit, adding to the glow of the candles that ringed the room. The table was set for two, & as he stood admiring the room Stacey came in from the kitchen. Paul whistled tonelessly as he gazed at his beautiful step-mom. Her hair was piled up on her head, a few strands falling down around her exquisite ears, highlighting the curve of her slim neck. She was wearing a long, midnight blue silk dress, that hugged her large breasts, her long nipples clearly pressing against the smooth fabric; as she walked he could see it was slit high on the side, & he caught the briefest glimpse of stocking as she stepped toward him. On 4-inch heels she still had to reach up to kiss him, pulling his face down to hers for a lingering kiss; one that was full of promise. "Baby, run up stairs & have your shower while I finish dinner. I laid out some clothes for you." Paul let his hand run lightly across the swell of her buttocks as he kissed the nape of her neck. "I'll be right back." Stacey went back into the kitchen to check on her preparations; the oysters were just out of the refrigerator so as not to be too cold, the Ruilly chilled to perfection, she would ask Paul to cook the steaks to order, the Cabernet already decanted; the twice-baked chocolate soufflés were ready to go, but she had a strange feeling they might not get to desert. Her heart raced at the thought. She had spent the previous hours bathing & pampering herself, shaving her pussy clean for the first time in years, leaving just a small triangle of hair at the top of her slit, as if pointing the way. Beneath the new silk dress she wore just a garter belt & suspenders, the feel of the silk on her naked body heightening her already highly aroused state. Paul came into the kitchen & her stomach lurched. He looked so handsome in the new clothes that she had bought him that it was all she could do not to jump on him right there. She calmed herself & walked across to kiss him again, whispering into his mouth she loved him. They went through to the living room, & Stacey sat Paul on the sofa next to her. They clinked their glasses together in a silent toast, & sipped the delicious champagne. Stacey put her glass on the side & taking Paul's hand she looked deep into his eyes. "You know that I love you more than anything in the world, & that I would never do anything to harm you, right?" Paul simply nodded. He always seemed able to judge her moods so well, & knew instinctively to listen patiently. "For a long time we have been enjoying our game, enjoying pleasing one another, exploring our bodies. Tonight I want us to stop playing; I want you to make love to me. Truly make love to me, as a lover should. Would you like that?" Paul lifted her hand to his face & brushed his lips across her fingers. "More than anything in the world." His voice was filled with such sincerity that her heart swelled, & all thoughts of her husband simply melted away. They enjoyed the light supper she had prepared, both content in the others company. As the evening progressed Stacey was careful not to drink too much, as was Paul, but she felt a warm glow across her body as the alcohol relaxed her. As she got up to serve dessert, Paul caught her hand & kissed it. "Let's dance," he said quietly. He led her to the middle of the sitting room& pulled her gently to him. Stacey laid her head on his chest & they swayed in time to the faint music, lost in their own world. After an unknown time, Paul lifted her face up to his & looked into her eyes. Very slowly he dipped his head & their lips met. The kiss at first was a tentative, exploratory brushing of lips, but soon the heat that was building between them found their mouths together, their lips opening to allow their tongues to press against one another.