14 comments/ 230449 views/ 88 favorites The New Girlfriend By: LilaBlossom This story is in the first person POV, but I change storytellers midway. I hope it is not confusing. This story is pure fantasy. Enjoy reading. ************************** Part I Nicolas "Dude your step mom is so fucking hot," my friend Will said. We had just left the kitchen where my stepmother, Lisa, was in the middle of making dinner. "Shut the fuck up man, that's my mom," I told him. "She's not my mother," he said. I wished that I could say that too. I lusted after my stepmother just like my best friend did. "Shut up anyway or I'll beat the crap out of you," I threatened him. "Jeez don't get your panties up in a bunch." This was always the problem whenever I had friends over, they'd spend most of the time ogling my gorgeous stepmother. I guess I couldn't really blame them too much. She was probably one of the sexiest women on the planet. She made the hottest Hollywood actresses look like dogs and the naked centerfolds in men's magazines look like pre-pubescent boys. She seemed to ooze sex out of every pore. Her body was un-fucking believable and 100% natural. Her tits were the size of two very large cantaloupes and were amazingly pert for their size. Her waist was trim, flat, and smooth thanks to her daily workouts. Her hips were curvy and in perfect balance with her tits. She had a generous heart shaped ass that looked amazing in a pair of jeans and in actually everything else. If you could get past staring at her body, her face was equally incredible. Her long lashed eyes were a pale green color and almond shaped, which made her look a little exotic. Her nose was cute and slender and fit her face well. Her best feature though was definitely her mouth. It was a little too wide for conventional beauty but their full and plump lips were perfect for kissing and other more carnal activities. Not surprisingly she actually modeled for a few years before she met my dad Bruce. She was only 24 when they married and he was 16 years older than her. Many believed he married her because he wanted a hot young wife and that she married him because of his money. I suppose that was partly true, but I think that one of the reasons my Dad married Lisa was because she reminded him of my real mother, Susan, who died when I was a toddler. In the few pictures I have of my mother she shared more than a few features with Lisa. "Honey can you come into the kitchen for a minute," my stepmother suddenly called out from the kitchen. I left my friend Will, who was concentrated playing my newest video game, in the family room. "Can you get the can of tomato sauce on the top shelf," she asked when I entered the kitchen. "Sure," I replied and moved beside her. The top of her head just reached the tip of my nose. I could smell the flowery shampoo she used on her long brown hair. And from my vantage point I could see the hint of cleavage her shirt revealed. Her skin was smooth, unlined, and blemish free, which made it hard to believe that she, was 34 and not much younger. I easily grabbed the can she wanted and handed it to her. "It's so nice to have a big tall man around," she told me. "I'm here for whatever you want." She smiled at me and told me to go back to what I was doing. If she caught my double entendre she ignored it. Sometimes I can't help the things I say to her. Usually she would take it in good humor and flirt back or she would pretend not to understand what I said at all. An hour later Will left to go home and my stepmother called me from the kitchen to eat dinner. Most nights we ate by ourselves because Dad traveled a lot for his job. He was probably home on average about 3 days a week. He travel all over the world and got paid well for it. His salary provided us our two story five bedroom house with a pool in the back. Each of us drove a nice car and we took nice vacations, when Dad had the free time. My mom didn't have to work, but she had a part time job as a real estate agent. After we ate dinner it was usually my responsibility to wash the dishes. Those who cook don't do the dishes was the rule in my house. When I finished the dishes I went into the family room where Mom was watching TV. "The dishes are all done," I told her. "Thanks honey," she said, her eyes never leaving the screen. I sat down next to her and looked over at the TV to see what had her so riveted. I got a glimpse of bare skin when she suddenly shut it off. "What's the deal?" I complained. "It's nothing. You shouldn't be watching it," she replied. "I'm already 18. I think I can take it," I told her and then I took the remote out of her hands. I turned the TV back on and saw she had been watching a skin flick on one of the premium channels we got with our cable service. It was tame compared with the hard core porn videos I've seen, but I wasn't going to tell her that. "Is that all?" I said when I saw a pair of naked breasts on the screen. They were nice breasts, but couldn't compare to the size of mom's melons. "Those are no big deal. I mean yours are much nicer," I said daringly. "You are being bold tonight young man," she admonished me. "I meant it objectively," I said giving her a smile. "Did you finish that English paper yet?" she asked me all of a sudden. Crap. "No." "Get to it," she said, poking at my thigh. I handed her the remote and she continued to watch the movie by herself. I went upstairs to my room and began the English paper I had been putting off. I usually like English class, but we were studying Shakespeare and I had trouble with the old bard. It was going to be a long night. It was about midnight when I heard a splash outside my window. I got up and looked outside and I saw my step mom swimming in our pool. I stood mesmerized as I watched her voluptuous body slice across the water. She was wearing a bright blue bikini that I never saw before; its vivid color accentuated her tanned skin. My step mom usually wore a one piece swimsuit when we went to the beach or swam in the pool. I never saw her wear a bikini before and she looked amazing. The cups of her bikini top barely held her large breasts. Her bikini bottom dipped low and clung tight to her wide hips. She did about three laps across the pool and then stopped at the edge of the shallow end. Suddenly she did something that would forever be burned into my brain. My mom undid the ties of her swimsuit and then shrugged off her bikini top. My jaw literally dropped. Her tits were magnificent. In their naked glory they were bigger than I imagined. Each beautiful mound was topped with a rosy pink nipple with silver dollar sized areolas. What I wouldn't give to bury my face or cock between them. She then reached under the water and pulled up her blue bikini bottom. She leaned back and floated on her back, making her breasts look like two large balloons emerging from the water. Under the water I could barely make out the small triangle of hair between her thighs. My cock was harder than it had ever been. Soon I found myself masturbating at the sight of my wet naked stepmother. I imagined myself diving into the pool and popping up right in front of her. She would be surprised of course but then greet me with a long hot kiss. I would cup her wet breasts into my hands and play with her nipples. I would lift her up so she floated on her back and then I would pound my cock into her. By the time she emerged from the pool in all her naked glory, my cum was all over the wall and floor around me. After I quickly cleaned myself up I went downstairs hoping to catch a closer look at my step mom. I made it to the bottom of the stairs as she was going up. I must have startled her because she lost her balance. I reached out and grabbed her by the waist to stop her from falling. "Nicholas you surprised me," she said, her hands clinging to my arms. A towel was tightly wrapped around her body and I was sure there was nothing but naked skin underneath. Her breasts were dangerously close to spilling out of the top the towel. "Sorry," I told her. Her wet hair was plastered to her head and her skin was covered with tiny water droplets. "That's alright," she replied. She began to lightly caress my arms. "I didn't know you were so strong. You caught me like a weighed nothing." "That's because you do weigh nothing," I told her. "I wish," she said. "I could stand to lose a few pounds." "Your body is perfect," I said, my eyes on her breasts. "Nicky you're going to give me a swollen head with all your compliments today." No, I thought, it was the other way around. "You can let go honey. I'm steady," she said. I reluctantly go of her waist. I suddenly spied her blue bikini on the floor next to her feet so I bent down and picked up the pieces of fabric. "Did you go swimming?" I asked, rubbing the material between my fingers. "Yes. I was hot and decided to go for swim to cool off," she explained and took her swimsuit out of my hands. "I should join you next time," I suggested. Her eyes looked up and down my half naked body. I was only wearing my boxers, which the only thing I usually wore when I slept. I thought she spent a little too long looking at my crotch. "Maybe you should," she softly said. "Um. What are you doing up so late?" "I'm trying to finishing my paper. I was thirsty so I came down to grab a drink," I told her. "Ok then," she said. "Don't stay up too late." She leaned forward and kissed my cheek, close to the corner of my mouth. I only had to turn my head slightly and her lush lips would be on mine. "Good night honey," she said breathlessly. "Good night," I replied. I watched her climb up the stairs, my eyes never leaving her lush round ass. When she got up the top step she paused and I could clearly see the undersides of her buttocks. She then started walking again. If she were any other woman, I would follow her up stairs and have at her. From our brief exchange and her deliberate pause at the top of the stairs, I knew she wanted it as bad as I did. Damn, why did she have to be married to my father! When I went back to bed I had a dream of fucking my stepmother's fabulous ass. Amazingly I had finished my paper and turned it in the next day, despite my pleasant distraction the night before. When school was done I came straight home. To my disappointment the house was empty. I forgot that my mom mentioned she was showing some clients houses today. I watched some TV for a little while and then started dinner. By the time I was done cooking she was home. We had our dinner and we talked about the day we each had. Mom said she was exhausted, so I decided to be nice and wash the dishes too. She spent the rest of the night upstairs in her room. I guess she really was tired. I went to my room and waited up hoping for a repeat of last night. Then again around midnight I heard the patio door open and close. I peered out my window and saw my step mom walk towards the pool. She wore a short kimono style robe and carried a white towel in her hand. She threw the towel on the chaise lounge and began to remove her robe. This time she didn't bother with a bikini, she was completely naked underneath. This was the opportunity I had been waiting for and I was going to take it. I put on my swim trunks and made my way downstairs. I walked towards the pool and luckily my step mom was too occupied to notice me coming up. I had a great view of her ass which was floating above the water. I made it to the edge of the pool and thought it was now or never. "Hi," I said. She spun around and I finally got a good close up view of her great tits. "Nicholas!" she cried out. She then noticed where my eyes were staring at and covered her breasts. "I thought I heard you outside," I said. "I didn't know you swam naked Mom." "Nicky you shouldn't be here," she told me. "You said I should join you next time for a swim," I reminded her. "I know I did honey, but I'm naked," she pointed out. "What's the big deal? It's only me," I told her. "If it'll make you feel more comfortable I'll go naked too." Before she could say anything I pushed down my swim trunks and kicked them aside. Her eyes instantly went to my huge rock hard cock. Her mouth opened and formed an O shape. She didn't expect me to be so well endowed. I didn't know if it was a conscious move or not, but her tongue darted out and licked her plump lips. I walked down the pool steps and got into the water. The cold water only slightly cooled my raging hot flesh. "Water's nice," I said. She nodded in response, her eyes never leaving my body. I began to swim a couple of laps. "Ouch!" I suddenly heard my step mom cry out. She was now sitting on the pool steps, clutching at her leg. "What's wrong?" I asked as I made my way to her. "It's nothing. My leg is just cramping," she said biting her lip. "Let me help." I took hold of her foot and then her calf and began massaging the latter. "Oh yeah that feels good," she said, closing her eyes. Her calf muscle relaxed and I was aimlessly caressing her smooth leg. Her cramp passed but she didn't stop me. I wondered how far I could go. I slid up my hand and began massaging her thigh and she still made no protest. It was now or never I thought and I brushed a finger between her pussy folds. Her eyes instantly opened and wildly looked at me. I rubbed her clit and she moaned in response. I rubbed her pussy some more and her head leaned back onto the pool's edge. Oh shit! I couldn't believe that my step mom was letting me masturbate her. She cried out when I stuck two of my fingers deep into her. "That feels really good honey," she whispered. That was the only encouragement I needed. I put my other arm under her back, pushing her tits out of the water. I clamped my mouth around one rosy peak and sucked on it hard. Her hands came up around my head and I thought she was going to pull my off, but she didn't. She ran her fingers through my dark hair and then tugged on my ears to move me to her other breast. I gently bit her nipple and then sucked it into my mouth. As I sucked on her tits I kept rhythmically pushing my fingers in and out of her. Amazingly I soon felt her climax on my hand. "Oh god! Oh yes!" my step mom cried. I watched her as her orgasm swept her body. Her face was awash with pleasure and her body taunt with desire. It was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. When her orgasm ebbed she looked up at me. Her face was devoid of emotion and looked like she was studying me. I wondered what she was thinking. She then suddenly grabbed my head and pulled me down for a kiss. Her tongue went instantly into my mouth. She tasted better than any girl I had kissed before. God this was it, there was no doubt that she was going to let me fuck her. I put my other arm under her knees and then I lifted her up from the water. I carefully made my way up the slippery steps and out of the pool. Water dripped down our bodies and fell onto the concrete floor. I laid her down carefully on the nearest chaise lounge. I lifted one of her legs up and kissed her ankle. I trailed kisses all along her inner leg up to her thighs. I spread her thighs wide and parted her pussy folds with my fingers. I licked her pussy and it tasted like ambrosia. I sucked on her clit causing her to cry out in pleasure. By this time her pussy was drenched with her juices. I wasn't going to last any longer, I needed to fuck her now. I got up and leaned over her. "I'm going to fuck you Mom." Her eyes filled with only could be described as lust. "Stop talking and just do it," she said nastily. I roughly pulled her up so that her thighs rested on mine and my cock was between us. I took my cock and slid its head into her pussy. "Oh god baby, you're humongous," she whimpered. She bit her lip as I slowly slid my big boy into her. "Ugh! Fuck!" my step mom cried out when I was firmly deep within her. I bent my head and kissed her again. I plunged my tongue into her mouth and she groaned in pleasure. I began moving my cock in and out of her in a steady rhythm. I felt like I was going to die because it felt so good. Her pussy was so wet and tight and felt like heaven itself. Her hands slid down to cup my ass, pulling at it to encourage me to give her more. "Come on baby, give it to me," she said with clenched teeth. I began to pound her pussy earnestly. The chaise began to move backwards little by little with each thrust of my hips. My step mother's gorgeous tits bounced up and down her chest, arousing me further. By this time she was crying and moaning like a bitch in heat. I suddenly wondered when the last time she had a good fuck. My father was absent a lot and when he did come home he didn't seem passionate towards my stepmother. Looking down at her right now, and seeing how hot she looked, if I was him I would never let her out of bed. "You like how I'm fucking you?" I asked her as I roughly thrust my cock into her. "Oh god yes!" she cried out. "I want you to tear my pussy!" My step mom was talking dirty to me and I loved it. "I'm going to fill you with cum and afterwards you're going to suck my cock!" My nasty words must have set her off because a second later I felt her climax underneath me. She came like a wild woman, writhing wildly under me, and clawing at my back. She thrust her hips towards mind and almost bucked me off her body. At this point I was fucking her like a speed demon. I was close to my climax. "Fuck! I'm coming!" I cried out. "Baby you can't cum into my pussy," she said in panic. "I'm not protected." I understood. I couldn't take the chance of knocking up my own stepmother. I pulled out of her and shot my load over her tits and belly. "Jesus," she said in awe when I kept coming. When I was done she was fully drenched in my cum. She then suddenly giggled, sounding young and girlish. "I'm impressed that all this is for me," she said. "You should've seen my room when I caught you skinny dipping the other night," I told her. "You're such a naughty boy for looking," she said with a smile. "But right now be a good boy and wipe your cum off Mommy." I reached for her towel nearby and then I cleaned off her body while she watched. "Help me up sweetie," she told me. I pulled her up to her feet and she rubbed up against me. Her hard pointy nipples poked my chest. "Let's go back into the pool to clean up," she suggested. She led me down back into the pool and when we were back in the water she took my hands and placed them on her tits. I poured some water over them and began rubbing and squeezing them. "Do you like my big breasts baby?" she asked. Was she joking? "I love your tits," I replied. I bent my head and latched onto a nipple. She moaned as I played with her breasts. Suddenly she pulled my head back. "Nicky I want you to pretend that I'm your girlfriend," she told me. "I want you to sneak me up to your room while your parents are out of town. Then I want you to fuck me all night long." I gulped. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This was a dream come true. "Alright Mom.... I mean Lisa." My stepmother smiled in response. So I should treat her like a girlfriend, I thought. I definitely will. "Let's get out of the pool babe. I can't wait to get inside and fuck that gorgeous body of yours," I said and then gave a quick rub to her pussy. "Oh yes Nicky!" she cheerily replied. We got out of the pool and my stepmother suddenly bent down and began to pick up the suits and towels we left on the floor. This gave me a great view of her ass so I did what was natural and gave it a slap with my hand. "Hey!" she cried out. "Leave it babe. I'll get them later," I said and then pulled her towards me. The New Girlfriend We walked naked into the house which was dark and quiet. "Are you sure we won't get caught?" she whispered. "My folks are gone. We have the place to ourselves for the whole weekend." "Then let's go upstairs and fool around," said my eager new girlfriend as she pulled me towards the stairs. "Hold on. Let me get something first," I told her. I went to the bar and grabbed whatever was there, which turned out to be a bottle of vodka. "Planning to get me drunk so I'll give it up?" she asked. "No. You'd give it up regardless," I said with a grin. We went upstairs and I led her into the guest bedroom. "Why not your room Nicky?" she asked me. "It's a mess and I need a bigger bed for what I have planned for you." I pulled her against me and kissed her on the mouth. "You taste good," she told me. "Let's have drink," I suggested. I pulled the top off the bottle and handed it to her first. She took a quick gulp and handed it back to me. I drank a little and then purposefully spilled some on her chest so I could lick it off. I put the bottle on the nightstand and then pushed her down on the bed. I moved on top of her and started playing with her tits. I teased her nipples with my tongue and then lightly bit the hardened points. "You know what would make you the best girlfriend ever Lisa?" I told her. "What?" she asked. "If you let me fuck your big tits," I said and then squeezed the generous mounds together. "Hmmm. I might be willing if..." "If...?" I promoted. "You eat my pussy," she said. Was that all? I would have done it anyways. "Gladly," I replied. I pushed her thighs apart and began licking her pretty pink pussy. "Oh yeah, just like that," she moaned. I played with her clit, licking and sucking on the swollen nub. I delved my tongue deep into her honeyed depths repeatedly and she squealed out loud in delight. Within minutes I brought her to climax. And then it was my turn. "I fulfilled my end of the bargain," I told her. "Bring that big boy up here," she purred, cupping her breasts in offering to me. "I need to get him lubed up for the girls first," I said. I slid my cock into her pussy, making sure to well lubricate it. I thrust my cock a couple more times just to tease her before I pulled it out. I positioned myself so I knelt just above her stomach. I took my cock and rubbed her nipples with it before laying it between her breasts. Lisa squeezed her luscious mounds together, forming a warm cavity for my cock. I began fucking my girlfriend's beautiful tits. "It feels so good," she declared. Every time the head of my cock emerged from her deep cleavage she would take a lick at it. "How does this feel," she asked. "Unbelievable," I grunted in pleasure. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer and I let her know it. "Come into my mouth baby," she said. I shoved my cock into her mouth and she eagerly swallowed my cum. As I watched my new girlfriend suck my cock I knew that this was the beginning of what was going to be a spectacular relationship. Part II Lisa When I woke up my room was filled with daylight. Had I forgotten to shut the blinds last night? Suddenly an arm swung over me and landed just under my naked breasts. I turned my head and saw my stepson Nicky snoring lightly beside me. The enormity of what I've done came crashing down upon me. I had sex with my own stepson. I let him fuck me any way he wanted. And I had loved every minute it. I quietly slipped out of the bed, thankful that I didn't wake him. I walked back to my own room and took my morning shower. Parts of my body were still deliciously sore from last night. I still couldn't believe that I had let it happen. I didn't plan for last night to turn out as it did. But hadn't I known it would come to this? I had known Nicky was watching me in the pool the other night. I had wanted to tease him, so I took off my bikini and swam naked. It made me feel bold, and powerful, and desirable when I did it. So last night I did it again. I just didn't know that he would actually come outside to join me. When he took off his trunks I melted with lust. He looked like a Greek god. His body was heavily muscled and toned and his cock was large and rock hard just for me. He was no longer a boy but a man, a man who desired me. I knew I gave in too easily, that I didn't resist as much as I should have, but I was so lonely and his attentions felt so good. My husband hadn't touched me in over a year and even the sex we had before that I was faking my orgasms. But it wasn't always that way. The first few years of our marriage Bruce couldn't keep his hands off me, we had sex at least once a day. As the years passed it became harder for him to get in the mood for sex. I tried skimpy lingerie, dirty words, my hands, my mouth to arouse him and all to no avail. He started taking those little blue pills, but they would only work a handful of times. Sex became a chore for both of us and then he started to pull away until we didn't have any at all. In the last year I noticed that Nicky began looking at me less motherly. He thought I didn't notice when he stared at my breasts or at my ass but I did. He then began making slightly inappropriate comments which I should have discouraged but then he would smile so charmingly innocent at me that I'd just let it go. I guess I should have said something about his behavior but I didn't want to embarrass him and to be honest I was a bit flattered at his attention since my husband barely paid me any. I foolishly thought there was no harm in it. I was completely wrong. The more he noticed me the more I noticed him. By his senior year of high school Nicky grew a man's body. He had always been athletic and the past couple of years he had been gaining a lot of weight, height, and muscles. His change became so obviously clear to me when he asked me to pick him up from school one day. I had gotten there early and decided to people watch to pass the time. My eyes suddenly landed on one particular man's backside. I thought he was a teacher at the school because he was larger and much taller than the students around him. I admired his broad shoulders, trim waist, and incredible tight ass. What I wouldn't give to be fucked by him, I had thought wickedly. When he finally turned around I was shocked to see that I was ogling my stepson. I was quickly ashamed by my thoughts. By that time he caught sight of my car and headed towards me. "Thanks for picking me up Mom," he said and slipped inside the car. I stole a quick glance at his body again. When did he develop a body like that? I asked myself. Later that afternoon when we were home, I really took a good look at him and realized that he was a gorgeous and sexy young man. I knew he was always handsome, but in a way you thought your kid brother was. You acknowledge it, but it didn't matter to you. Nicky's good looks mattered to me way too much now. As the months passed I began to see Nicky as more of an adult and less of a stepson. As a result I felt a slight change in our relationship. We were more open in our conversations, we kidded with each other a lot more, he would give me random hugs and I would kiss him on the cheek more often. I can see it clearly now as sexual tension. I went downstairs and made myself a cup of coffee and tried to think of what to say to Nicky. We had both crossed the line of the mother son relationship. What we did was morally wrong and it couldn't happen again. It was also dangerous. If his father caught us, I don't know what he'll do, but I know it would be horrible. Fifteen minutes later Nicky came into the kitchen, showered and dressed for school. His dark hair was a little tousled his grey eyes still a little sleepy. His T-shirt stretched tight against his muscular chest and his jeans clung to his thighs in perfection. He looked more like 25 than 18 and was utterly gorgeous. I felt a stir of arousal between my legs. "Hi Lisa," he said. He grabbed me at the waist and planted a kiss on my neck. I fought from groaning out loud. His hands suddenly moved up my body to grab at my breasts. I gently maneuvered out of his embrace. "Good morning," I replied. "I missed you this morning. I thought we could have done it again before we left for the day," he told me. . "Sweetheart last night was incredible. More special than I thought it was going to be, but it can't happen again," I said. I could see the disappointment in his eyes as well as the hurt and anger. He came at me and trapped me at the kitchen counter by placing his arms on either side of me. He lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply. He tasted so delicious. No, I had to be strong! I pulled away from his mouth. "Nicky please stop! What we did was mistake. We need to put it behind us and not speak of it anymore," I firmly told him. Even as I said it I imagined him fucking me like an animal against the kitchen counter. "You said you wanted me." "Oh honey, can't you see how dangerous this is. Do you really want to hurt your father?" "You weren't thinking about him last night were you?" he countered back. "I thought you liked my big cock mom. I thought you loved it when I pounded hard into your pussy." "It's over Nicky. It's over," I said with finality. "Fine," he said angrily and walked off. The next few days I tried to go back to the way things were. I ignored the sexual energy in the air every time we were in a room together. It proved to be very difficult because he only had to give me a heated look and my nipples would harden and the spot between my thighs would get wet. At night I would use my vibrator for release, but I would imagine it was Nicky's cock inside of me. Bruce came home on Thursday and as soon as I saw him I felt instantly guilty. I still loved him, I mean I never stopped. That love kept me faithful to him until now. I had plenty of offers of sex from other men over the years but I refused to stray. What was it about Nicky that weakened my resolve? "How was your trip honey?" I asked. "Better than expected," Bruce said. "I got something for you." He handed me a small thin black box. I opened it and saw a gold charm bracelet. "It's beautiful. Thank you," I said. I leaned towards him and gave him a kiss. "I wanted to make up for last time, you know," he explained. I nodded in acknowledgement. The last time he was home I had attempted to seduce my husband and ended up humiliated. I was sexually frustrated and wanted some affection from him. The night before he left for another business trip I had dressed in some new skimpy lingerie and waited for him in bed. He came in and immediately told me he was not in the mood. I practically begged him to fuck me. I went onto my hands and knees to provoke him to take me. He stormed out of our room and spent the night in the guest bedroom and I cried myself to sleep. Two nights later I let his son fuck me instead. If Bruce noticed anything different between his wife and his son, he didn't mention it. He and Nicky went out Saturday night to catch a basketball game together. I knew Bruce felt guilty for not being around much, so when he was here he would try to spend quality time with Nicky. I couldn't let my lustful desires ruin his relationship with his son or our marriage. When they got back from the game I was determined to sleep with my husband. I needed his love and I needed sex with him to drive away the images of what I had done with my stepson. They arrived at home just before 11 pm and in good spirits. "I take it your team won," I commented. "Yeah, it was the best game of the season," Nicky replied. "I forgot how exhausting watching basketball can be," Bruce said. "Why don't we go upstairs and go to bed," I suggested and linked my arm through his. "Good idea," he said. He then turned to Nicky. "You should head upstairs too." "In a bit. I want to watch the sports highlights on TV," Nicky told him. "Ok then. Night kiddo." "Night Dad," he said. "Sweet dreams Mom." "Good night Nicky," I said to him. As we climbed up the stairs I swear I could feel Nicky's eyes on my back, undressing me. "I can't believe how that kid's grown," Bruce said to me. "You won't believe how many women hit on him during the game." "Really?" I said. "Yeah," he told me. "Some of them were real cougars too. They couldn't believe he was my 18 year old son." That news didn't sit well with me. When Bruce and I arrived in our bedroom we started our regular nightly routine. He went to the bathroom to get ready while I turned down the sheets and removed the throw pillows from the bed. I went into our closet and pulled a pair of sheer thong panties and a matching bra. I heard Bruce leave the bathroom so I peeked into the bedroom. He was already laid out on the bed, reading a book he left earlier on the nightstand. He won't know what hit him, I gleefully thought. I took off my clothes and put on the bra and panties. I took down my hair from its ponytail and brushed it out so that it attractively fell on my shoulders. I finally put a little gloss on my lips and I was ready. I walked out into our bedroom and found my husband fast asleep. "Shit!" I exclaimed. Once Bruce fell asleep there was no way to wake him up into a good mood. I had to try though so I went onto the bed and lay next to him. I stroked his chest and whispered into his ear to wake up but I got no response. I got bolder and reached my hand under his shorts and caressed his dick, which resulted with him turning to his side facing away from me. I screamed quietly in frustration and then took a calming breath. Okay it didn't work this time, but there's always a next time. I turned onto my back and stared at the ceiling. I tried to go to sleep but I was still too worked up. I got up and put on my robe and decided to make myself a cup of tea downstairs. When I was halfway down the stairs I heard the TV on in the family room. Nicky was still up. I changed my mind about the tea and turned around to walk back up when I heard him moan. I was familiar with that moan. It was the sound he made plenty of times during our night of sex. Curious, I quietly made my way into the family room. I walked up from behind him and saw that he had the TV on a porno channel. On the screen a busty brunette was being fucked doggy style. I looked down at Nicky and saw his cock out of his pants and he was pleasuring himself. "You like being fucked like that don't you Mom?" he said to the TV. I gasped in surprise. He was imagining that the woman was me. Nicky turned his head at the noise I made. He seemed surprised to see me at first, but then gave me a welcoming smile. "You want to watch me cum by myself or do you want to participate?" he asked. I felt my juices rush between my legs. "I'm not here for that." "Why are you here then?" he asked and continued to rub his dick. I couldn't take my eyes away from his hard massive cock. "I couldn't sleep so I wanted to make some tea, "I explained. "If you were in my bed I'd make sure you couldn't sleep but for different reasons. Actually I'd make sure you couldn't walk," he said vulgarly. "Your father is upstairs," I hissed. "And you're down here with me. Isn't that interesting?" he replied. Nicky suddenly stood up and removed his shirt. He walked towards me, his cock leading the way. "What are you doing?" I asked weakly. "You know what I'm doing," he said. He undid my robe and pushed it off me. His eyes darkened when he saw what I wore underneath. "Did you wear this for me?" he asked, as his finger teased my nipple through the sheer material. "I did not!" I exclaimed. He gave me an ugly smile. "If these are for daddy dearest, why are they still on and why are you down here?" I kept silent. "This keeps getting more interesting," he drawled. "Is Daddy not fucking Mommy?" "I don't have to stand here and take this," I told him angrily. I spun around to leave but he pulled me roughly against him. I could feel his hard arousal on my buttocks. "I'll fuck you Mommy," he purred into my ear. "I'll do it real good too." I felt my stomach quiver and my knees weaken. His hands squeezed my breasts and then pulled down the sheer material off my nipples. He rolled my aching nipples with his fingers, squeezing them painfully. His right hand slid down my stomach, went underneath my panties, and touched my dripping cunt. "You're so ready to be fucked," he told me. And I was. I wanted him again so badly. I didn't fight him when he pushed me down on the carpet so that I was on all fours. He pulled down my panties to my knees and began fingering my pussy. "You have the most fantastic ass," he told me. I felt his wet tongue glide over my ass cheeks and then to my wet core. I whimpered as my stepson ate my pussy. His tongue suddenly left and I felt the blunt head of his cock at the opening of my pussy. He slowly slid his cock into me, stretching the walls of my vagina. "Did you miss this?" "Yes," I groaned. My stepson fucked me doggy style while his father slept peacefully upstairs. My mind told me to stop but I couldn't. I needed to be wanted, I needed to be pleasured. I needed Nicky. After he brought me to a mind numbing orgasm, Nicky shot his cum all over my ass. When it was over I told him that this was it, that we couldn't have sex anymore. He tried to argue with me, but I ran back upstairs to my room. I cleaned myself off and then went to bed next to my husband. By Sunday morning Bruce flew out of town again, this time for Germany for a whole week. Nicky and I were alone again. I felt so guilty about the night before that I ignored Nicky and avoided him at all cost. By the time it was dinner I couldn't ignore him anymore. "Nicky, what do you want for dinner?" I asked when I heard him coming down the stairs. "Don't bother Mom I have a date tonight," Nicky called out. A date? This was the first I heard of it. I went into the living room. "With who?" I asked. "Debbie." Debbie was a pretty blonde cheerleader he dated for a few weeks a while back. Unfortunately her bra size was larger than her IQ. "I thought you two broke up," I said. "Yeah but we're still friends," he explained. "What are you going to do?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what a girl like Debbie was good for. "I don't know, maybe catch a movie or just hang out." "What time will you be back?" "What's up with the third degree?" he asked exasperated. "I'll be home before curfew." He then grabbed his car keys and walked out the door. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine. I knew that I should've been happy that he was moving on to another girl. It would be easier for us to fight temptation if he was screwing someone else. I should have been happy but I wasn't. All I could think was how dare he fuck that slut cheerleader. I was prettier than her, had the better body, and I was sure I was much better in bed. I gulped down the rest of my wine and poured myself another glass. I couldn't believe I was jealous of a teenager! I went upstairs and decided to take a bath to calm myself. It didn't do any good though. I was jealous and I was horny, a bad combination all around. I knew as long as we lived in the same house Nicky and I would always be tempted. And I also knew that eventually we would end up in bed again because neither of us was that strong to resist. Why not let nature take its course, a voice inside me asked. You want him and he wants you. Could I just accept what we have, I thought. But then was it natural that I go on night after night without sex or affection for the rest of my life? I was only 34 and in my prime, can I go on like this for another 20 years with Bruce? Everything all of a sudden seemed terribly unfair. The New Girlfriend It doesn't have to be, the voice inside me spoke again. Why are you denying yourself what you want most? It's too late for you and Nicky to go back to being mother and son, the voice reasoned. Take what you want. I knew what I had to do. I wasn't going to shrivel up and be a dried up old prune by 35. I was going to seduce my stepson and damn the consequences. I got out of the tub and dried myself off. I went into the closet to see what I could wear to drive Nicky crazy with lust. I sorted through the tons of clothes that were hanging on the racks, but I couldn't find anything blatantly sexy enough. I suddenly remembered a red dress I had buried deep in the back of the closet. I dug through my dresses and found it all the way at the end of the lot. It was still brand new. I had bought it before I had married Bruce. I loved it instantly when I saw it at the store but never had the nerve to wear it. It basically consisted of two panels of fabric connected to a short skirt and was meant to be tied together at the back of the neck. The dress left nothing to the imagination. It was perfect. I quickly put the dress on and went to look at myself in the full length. I smiled at my reflection. My back was naked as was most of my front side. The skirt came just above mid-thigh and clung tightly to my hips. No man, especially one horny teenager, could resist me in this outfit. I fixed my hair and makeup, put on a pair of red strapped stiletto sandals, and went downstairs to wait for my stepson. Nicky's curfew was 11 pm on most days, during the weekend it was 12:30 at the latest. He was usually good about keeping it, so when it turned 11 and he wasn't home I was a bit surprised. When the clock struck 11:30 and he was still not home I was pissed. When midnight came and he still wasn't home I was furious. It wasn't hard to imagine what kept him out so late or more specifically who. I went to the bar and made myself a drink. I turned off the lights to the living room so he wouldn't know I was waiting up for him. It was about 12:30 in the morning when I heard the front door open. He was about to go up the stairs when I stopped him. "Did you have a good time?" I said in an angry hiss. "What are you doing sitting in the dark?" he asked when he walked into the living room. "You're an hour and a half past curfew," I said and then finished off my drink in one gulp. "What's the big deal? I'm over 18, an adult," he said. "There are rules in this house," I said, my words a little slurred. "Are you drunk?" he asked. "No I am not!" He turned on the light and it blinded me for a second. His eyes jumped out of their sockets when he saw me. Being in a sitting position, my dress revealed everything to him. The neckline of the dress dipped so low that he could see down to my belly button. The front gapped wide enough that most of my breasts and the edges of my areolas were exposed. I was pretty sure that my hard nipples were the only things that were holding the edges of the dress in place. The bottom part of my dress rode so high on my thighs that I was positive he could catch a glimpse of my pussy. The dress produced the desired effect I wanted, I could see the bulge in his pants grow. He might have fucked Debbie cheerleader but he was still ready for me. "Did you fuck that slut?" I asked him. "What slut?" he asked. "You know who," I accused. "So what if I did?" he replied. "What's it to you if I slid my cock into her teenage pussy and made her cum three times?" Something inside me snapped. I stood up and slapped his cheek. Nicky didn't say anything. His eyes narrowed and then scanned my half naked body like I was a piece of meat. He pulled me roughly against him and gave me a bruising kiss. His tongue demanded entrance to my mouth so I eagerly parted my lips. His kiss was hard and possessive, and made me pant with desire. Suddenly before I realized what he was doing, he broke off our kiss and then he bent down and threw me over his shoulder. The skirt of my dress rode up and exposed my naked ass to the air. "Nicholas, what are you doing?!" I yelled as he climbed up the steps. "I'm going to give you what you want. The thing that's making you act like a jealous horny bitch," he said. He then slapped my naked buttocks like I was some spoiled child! When he made it up the steps he headed towards his room but then stopped and turned the other way towards my bedroom. During our first night together, when we pretended I was his girlfriend, he suggested that we do it in his "parents" bedroom. I refused because I couldn't have sex with him in the same bed I shared with his father. When I said no, he understood. Now he was purposefully going to my room in defiance. I had pushed him too far. When we were inside my room he dumped me unceremoniously on the king sized bed. The front of my dress gapped fully open, showing him my large naked tits, and the skirt bunched up at my waist, showing him everything else. "I'm tired of these games. You want me mom. You might try to convince yourself otherwise, but I know you're hungry for my cock," he told me nastily. He pulled off his shirt and undid the buttons of his jeans. I couldn't help but stare lustfully at his magnificent body. His cock was hard, thick, and ready. "Say you want me. I won't fuck you until you do," he said, standing naked before me. "Do you want me mom?" "Oh god yes! I want you to fuck me!" I cried. He went crazy with lust at my admission. He tore my dress in two and threw the material aside. He grabbed at my breasts, squeezing and fondling them. He lowered his dark head and licked and sucked my erect nipples. "Yes suck my tits baby! Suck the tits you love so much!" My hand snuck between us and I grabbed his cock. I rubbed it up and down desperately. I could no longer wait. "I need your cock inside me honey. Stick it up my pussy!" I knew this time was going to be hard and fast session, we both wanted it like animals. "Open your legs you slut," he told me. My eyes widened at his words, but it also heightened my arousal. I spread my legs wide for him. He touched my drenched pussy and I almost screamed. "Fuck me honey. Pound my pussy!" I cried like a bitch in heat. He came over me and thrust his cock in one long smooth stroke until he filled me to the hilt and his balls were touching my ass. "Ugh! Oh god you're so fucking big!" I moaned. He drew out of me until the head of his cock was at my entrance and then sank back in. "That feels so good." He thrust in me more rapidly now and I was writhing and moaning underneath him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heels digging at his sides, and he fucked me harder. My enormous tits bounced wildly and he couldn't keep his eyes off them. He leaned down a little and captured a nipple in his mouth. "I'm coming baby. I'm coming," I cried. He released my nipple and straightened himself up. He took hold of my waist and slammed into my pussy hard. "OH FUCK! OH GOD! DON'T STOP BABY! FUCK MY PUSSY!" He fucked me during my orgasm. He fucked me as my orgasm passed. He fucked me until I begged him to have mercy on my cunt. He pulled out of me, his cock still hard as a rock and unsatisfied. "Oh baby, just give my pussy a few minutes to rest then we'll do it again," I promised him. "No," he told me. He flipped me around so that I was face down on the bed. He lifted my hips and then slammed his cock into my ass. I screamed in both pleasure and pain. "Fuck your ass is tight," he said, as he thrust into it. "Baby you're tearing my asshole but it feels so good," I whimpered. He pounded my ass some more and soon I felt another orgasm coming. "I'm going to fill your ass with cum Mom," he declared. "Yes honey fill me with your cum!" He thrust into my ass one more time and shot his load into me. I could feel his cum dripping out of my ass down my legs. He slipped his cock out and then collapsed right next to me on the bed. He grabbed my hair and turned my head so that I faced him. He brought his mouth down on mine and stuck his tongue forcefully in my mouth. It quickly developed into a hot mess of tangling tongues. I slid on top of him, my large breasts squeezed between us. "Was I better than that slut Debbie?" I asked him. "So much better baby," he replied, caressing my ass cheeks. "But I didn't fuck her this time." "Good, because I'll be the only one you'll fuck from now on," I said into his ear. "You're not going to change your mind like before? If you do I promise I'll never fuck you again," he threatened. "Oh baby you can't keep your hands away from me as I can from you, but I'm not going to change my mind," I promised. "Well I was just spewing bullshit. I would stick my cock up you any chance I got," he admitted. "Naughty boy," I said and then kissed him again. "I hope your pussy is rested by now because I want my hot new girlfriend Lisa to ride me," he told me. "I can't believe you're hard already," I said excitedly. I got up onto my knees and was about to mount him when I had a better idea. "Wait a minute baby. Let me play with you first. I need to taste your big fat cock." I reached out and began pumping his cock slowly with my hand. "You sure didn't get this from your father." "How do you know what my father's cock looks like Lisa?" he asked me mischievously. "Oh I don't Nicky," I said with a smile. "Good," he said. I bent down and kissed him on the mouth and then outlined his lips with my tongue. I kissed him along his jaw and down his neck. When I got to his pecs, I sucked on his nipples and lightly bit them, which caused him to hiss in pain. My tongue continued lower and licked the dips and bumps of his rippled abdomen. I skipped his groin for a moment and placed love bites on his muscular thighs. "Do it," he said through clenched teeth. "What do you mean Nicky?" I said. "Do you mean this?" I ran my tongue up and down the heavily veined sides of his penis causing him to moan in response. "Or did you mean this?" I leaned down and began licking his cock's swollen purple head and then swirling my tongue around it. "Suck it now Lisa," he ordered me, unable to take my torture anymore. I happily complied and took him into my mouth. Nicky groaned loudly as I gave him head for a solid 5 minutes. I really was a slut, I thought. Only a slut would give her stepson a blow job. But I didn't care. "Mmmm. You taste so good," I told him. He dug his hands into my hair and forced me to take more of him into my mouth. I almost choked because he was so big. I was ready for him to shot his load into my mouth but he pulled me off him. "Ride me Lisa," Nicky ordered me. I swung a leg over his hips and took hold of his cock. I slowly guided it into my wet pussy. I hissed as it filled me completely. I sat still for a minute savoring the feeling. I then slowly began moving up and down my stepson's cock. "You feel so good babe," he told me. He then grabbed me by the hips and began thrusting upwards into me. I cupped my tits which were bouncing up and down uncontrollably. "Play with them," he ordered me. I complied with his demand and began squeezing and pulling at my pink nipples. I lifted one breast up and licked its stiff peak. "You're so fucking hot Lisa. I need to cum in you," Nicky said. "Yes, cum into my pussy baby," I told him. My fertile time had passed and I wanted to feel his hot cum deep inside me. He suddenly rolled me onto my back and began fucking me faster. Within seconds I was screaming in pleasure as my climax hit. When I was done I brought his head down and kissed him on the lips. "I love you baby," I said to him. "I love you Lisa." Nicky then groaned out loud and I felt his hot seed fill me. After that night we had sex every opportunity we had. It felt like I was discovering sex for the first time again. I let him have me at any time and anywhere he wanted. Do I feel guilty? I can't lie and say I don't sometimes. But I think the guilt is a fair trade for the feeling of being alive for the first time in years. The End