6 comments/ 85272 views/ 25 favorites The No Touching Rule By: eb_jones Copyright E.B. Jones 2013 He didn't know she was watching. But from the half open door of her bedroom, she could see clear across the hall, toward the cracked door of the bathroom. David had just finished showering. She was sure that soon, she'd catch a glimpse of him walking out of that door, a towel wrapped around his waist, his muscular chest and shoulders on full display. He was a fine boy. A handsome boy. 18 as of a few months ago, and still living out the last portion of his high school glory days. There would be graduation, then a summer mowing lawns and doing odd jobs to earn money for books. If he had his way he'd go to Bates, but the tuition there was getting a little steep, and they all knew he'd need a hell of a scholarship to attend. Wherever he did end up, she knew she'd be proud, even as his step-mother. But for now those concerns were further off. All she could think about was the moment when he'd open that bathroom door and stride across her field of view. It would be enough to nurture the fantasy, the secret fantasy, she kept re-playing in her head. Of seeing him drop the towel. Of taking a long, hard look at his cock. In her mind it was even larger than his father's. Depending on where her mind took her, she either took it in her hands herself or stood back and watched while he began to stroke it in front of her. The thought of watching David masturbate in front of her, to her, made her pussy become wet. Just one quick glance, a furtive look in his direction as he walked out of the bathroom half naked – that was all it would take to stoke her fantasy. Mark, her husband, wasn't home yet – he wouldn't be back till almost dinner. So she had all the time she needed, once she'd caught a glimpse of her step-son, to close her bedroom door and quietly touch herself. She couldn't moan too loudly. No, it wouldn't do any good for David to know that she was masturbating. It just seemed wrong. And he certainly couldn't know what she was thinking about. Namely, him. But she'd long ago worked out how to be discreet when she couldn't control her sexual urges. She would start by circling her fingers across the gentle flesh of her clit. Maybe twist her nipples between her fingers as she got more turned on. And then, it was just a matter of allowing her fantasy to drive her forward. And as she approached release, that was when she would turn and moan into a pillow if need be. No one knew. She was sure of it. And certainly not David. She heard the hinge of the bathroom door and her eyes focused down the hall. In a split second he would walk out that door. Her eyes widened in anticipation. As he walked out of the bathroom, she realized that a portion of her fantasy had come true. He was naked. No towel wrapped around the waist to conceal his perfect, muscular, 18 year-old ass. "Mmm..." she moaned to herself. Without thinking about it, she'd already moved her hand down toward her panties, and she was slowly running her middle and index fingers up and down her slit, making herself ache with desire. Desire for David and the cock she could never have. He paused momentarily, as though he'd forgotten something in the bathroom, then turned his own gaze down the hall. She couldn't believe it. He had caught her staring through the half open door of her darkened bedroom. Caught her with her hand down her panties. She took in a deep breath and felt herself flush. This wasn't the sort of incident you could share with your spouse late at night. This was an electric moment between her and her step-son. A very private moment of the sort that she was sure they'd both try to forget. And at that very moment David did something unexpected. He smiled coyly and winked at her. As though he'd known she'd been watching all along. She pulled her hand out of her panties and sat up on the side of her bed. "David, I can explain," she said. "But we should probably forget this ever happened." She felt strangely disconnected from her own voice. As though her fantasy had blurred her reality. He took two steps down the hall toward her bedroom. Toward his parents's bedroom. He was still smiling. "I'm not sure we need to do a whole lot of explaining," he said. "You're my step-mom, I turn you on, and dad's not home. I think that pretty much sums up our situation, don't you?" "David, you're completely out of bounds," she said, her voice rising. But was he? Had he read her mind? Or was he more observant than she'd given him credit for? After all, she had watched him step out of the shower before. But she'd been so discreet about it. Or so she'd thought. And now...well now, it seems that the two of them had both opened Pandora's box. And they were about to find out what was inside. "David, what the hell do you think you're doing?" she said. She pulled on a bathrobe and walked out of her bedroom, facing him in the hallway, the bathrobe suggesting the curve of her tits and tight ass. "You know we need to stop all of this nonsense now and forget about it." "Are you sure that's what you want, mom?" he said. She'd always liked when he called her that. And now, she couldn't believe that the word mom was making her clit ache. "David, really, you know that we can't do this." "Do what? We haven't broken any rules yet. At least no hard and fast rules." He put his fingers around the shaft of his cock and held it up. It was already starting to get hard. And it's bigger than his dad's, she thought. "David, please, let's stop with the games. What is it you want?" She knew what she wanted. To wrap her mouth around his cock. To feel him push his cock inside her pussy and stretch out her walls. To feel him come inside her little cunt. But she couldn't have any of that. Not with David, her step-son. She had to place limits somewhere. So no fucking. Absolutely, positively no fucking. There was no way she'd let herself get talked into that. But if you're going so out of your way to justify a no fucking rule, she thought, what is it you do intend to allow? Are blowjobs ok? Handjobs? What about mutual masturbation? – Come on Carmen, where are you going with this? Are you nuts? He's just a kid. (and a man) "Cat got your tongue, mom?" he said. He hadn't even bothered to dry himself off. Water dripped off his hair onto his shoulders, then beaded as it ran in neat little lines down his chest and across his muscled abs. She shook her head. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but just this once, what is it you want to do?" "Well," he said, holding up his cock a little higher, "I'd like to use this on you." She wondered if he'd ever get rid of that shit-eating grin on his face. Like he knew that he'd get his way. "David, as magnificent a young man and step-son you are, there is no way we're going to fuck. Not ever." "Blowjob?" "Inappropriate." "Handjob?" "In your dreams." "Ok, mom.What are the rules, then?" "We're going to walk into your room. You're going to remain naked. And I'm going to give you a little lesson in touching yourself. How does that sound, son?" She couldn't believe she'd just told her stepson she'd give him a masturbation lesson. But this fantasy cum reality was already crazy. At least this way, she'd be able to exert some control over the situation. (and no fucking) They walked down the hall to his room together. It reminded her of a college dorm room in its sparseness. His bed wasn't made. And he had a few magazines on the floor by his bed. Sports Illustrated and a Maxim. "Sit down on your bed, David." She unwrapped her bathrobe and placed it on the chair in front of his simple desk. She wasn't wearing anything but her panties, and she felt her nipples get hard again as they stood in front of him in the air. She was proud of her tits, still firm, still natural, and oh so wonderfully squeezable during sex. But she'd be the only one doing the squeezing today. "It's time for your lesson, David," she said. "You have to promise to follow my directions? Can you follow directions? Say yes, mommy." "Yes, mommy," he said. She watched as his cock grew rigid. His eyes were locked on hers. "Very good," she said. "Now, I'm going to kneel in front of you like this," she said, and she knelt in front of him and squeezed her tits together. "You can look but no touching. Understood?" "Yes," he said, his breath coming more heavily. "Yes, mommy," she said, making a mock stern expression on her face. 'Yes mommy," he repeated. She could see his cock move slightly up and down with his heartbeat. She couldn't believe that her sculpted, beautiful step-son was wrapped around her little finger. "Now, take two fingers and rub them gently around the head of your cock." She watched him with big eyes as his fingers moved to the head of his cock. He moaned. "That feels good mommy," he said. "It feels really fucking good." "Imagine that you're rubbing your cock on the outside of step-mommy's slit. Imagine the rough stubble of shaved pussy scratching your cock as it rubs against my flesh. That's it, keep circling around the head of that huge cock." As she spoke to him she felt her own pussy become slick with her juices. She needed to touch herself. She moved her fingers down to her thin black panties and began rubbing her clit with two fingers. She closed her eyes and moaned, then opened them again and met David's gaze. "Now, I'm giving you permission to use two hands David. Take three more fingers and wrap them around the middle of your cock." She watched as he began stroking his cock with his other hand in tandem with the first. "Ohh..." he said. His head arched backward as he moaned. "Look at my tits, David," she said. "Imagine that now you're rubbing your cock between step-mommy's tits. Doesn't that feel good?" She squeezed a nipple between two fingers and felt a brief shudder run through her body. She was going to talk herself to an orgasm if she wasn't careful. "Mommy, can I grab my cock in my fist and pump it? I really want to close my hand around my cock and think about fucking your pussy until I make you scream and come. Can I do that?" "Is that what you want, David?" she said. She was moving her hand over her clit faster now, and her breaths were growing faster and more shallow. She thrust a finger inside her slit and savored the sensation of entering her own cunt. "Yes mommy, that's what I want," said David. "Then mommy says it's ok to grab your cock and pump it hard like you're fucking my pussy. We won't tell daddy about it now, will we?" She got so turned on watching the muscles in his forearm flex as he began to pump his grip harder and faster around his cock that she felt herself approach an orgasm of her own. Her breath became more ragged as she continued to speak. "Step-mommy says it's ok to come now, David. You come when you're ready and I'll do the same. Ok? Just keep jacking your hand up and down that shaft until you feel yourself shoot your load. Can you shoot a big load of come for mommy? Show me what a big boy you are now." She took a second finger and began to fuck herself with two fingers now. It still seemed incredible that this was actually real. Her step-son's cock was enormous, larger than his father's by far, and she could only begin to imagine what it would feel like to have that cock rub against her clit. Penetrate her pussy. Violate her tight, dark little asshole. And as she focused on the fantasy of David fucking her, penetrating her pink slit and filling her up inside, grabbing her hips hard with his football player's hands as he fucked her from behind, she felt herself shudder and cry out. "Oh my god yes...oh fuck yes...ohhh fuck me yes!" she said. She allowed her hand to rest over her clit, guarding her pussy, and she came so hard that she felt herself squirt into her panties. And as she came, the sight of her so aroused David that he closed his eyes and squeezed his cock hard, sending a long stream of come from his crotch directly onto his step-mother's chest and tits. The beads of come glistened on her breasts. She met his gaze and saw that he looked a little shocked, then looked down at her naked, come-covered tits. I'd said no fucking and no touching. And we both came by ourselves. But now, what does this mean? Where do I take this? "That was incredible," said David. He was still spasming and coming into his hand, less forcefully than before. "I guess we kind of broke the no touching rule," she said, looking down at the come on her bare chest. "That must mean it's ok for me to do this." She reached a finger into the come on her chest and brought it up to her lips to taste him. Slightly salty and clean and good. She closed her eyes as she swallowed. His eyes were still wide. "Shh," she said, opening her eyes. "This is just our little secret, isn't it?" "Our little secret, mom," he said. "But when can we do it again?" She thought for a moment. "I'll let you know when I'm ready. And then, maybe, we can try something else. Something darker. I think that would be nice. Don't you? Now go wash up. I think you need another shower, don't you? Step-mommy wants you clean for supper." She stood up in front of him, displaying the sinuous curves of her ass and breasts, took her bathrobe in her arm, and walked out of his bedroom wearing only her soaked black panties. The No Touching Rule Ch. 02 You can't make this fade away, no matter how hard you try, she thought. It had been several days since she and her stepson Dave had enjoyed their brief interlude in his bedroom. The 'no touching rule' had been in effect, but in the end, she had been the one who dared to cross the line, even if her gesture had been mostly symbolic. She had tasted him. There was no moderating her appetite from that point forward. She knew that. She looked at her husband Mark. They were in the living room reading, as was their custom in the evenings. He was sitting in his favorite chair next to hers, wearing his bifocals. He still looked handsome, but that small detail of wearing reading glasses only served to strengthen the contrast between him and his 18 year-old son. And at fifty-four, he had just a bit of a middle-age paunch that softened him. (and the son is so sexy) How the hell am I even considering this? I'm married to Mark, a perfectly respectable man, but my own stepson is the one I fantasize about when I touch myself. I've even tasted his come, for fuck's sake! And now I'm thinking about this. This next thing, which is practically unmentionable. But if I can't have it, I don't think I'll be able to remain a part of this family. I need Dave and that beautiful cock of his. She cleared her throat. "Mark, I was just thinking, about this coming weekend. My cousin Rachel is going to be in town, up at the island house in Vinalhaven." "You should go visit her. Sounds like you'd have a nice girls-only weekend." He didn't look up from his book. She could tell that her words had barely registered in his brain. He was too deep into his Stephen King novel. Maybe that would make the next part of what she was going to say easier. "You know -- maybe Dave should come too. It might be good for him to get a break from all the graduation commotion that's been going on. And you know how much he likes spending time with Rachel's daughter Anne." Mark looked up from his book, raising his eyebrows. "I know he enjoys Anne's company," he said, cracking a smile, "maybe a little too much. I know they're not blood relatives, but make sure he behaves himself if you bring him up there." If only Mark knew, she thought. "Sure, I'll keep tabs on him. Just like a good step-momma should." She forced herself to smile, then looked at her own book. She turned the page and pretended to read further, but her head was spinning and her heart was pounding in her chest. All she could see in her mind's eye was Dave, naked before her, his cock thrusting itself forth, ready to penetrate her tight little slit and cure her of her obsession forever. Or deepen it. If I can have him just this once, then Dave and I can put this behind us once and for all, she thought. I can send him off to college where he'll chase girls his own age and...then what? We pretend our little tryst never happened? Will this really be enough? "I'm going to go pack a few things for tomorrow. I'll ask Dave if he wants to come along to the island," she said. As she rose from her chair, she admired her own legs, still toned and firm. She'd never had children, that was part of her magic. She knew that. She also knew that Dave wouldn't turn down her invitation. Not after he'd jerked himself off in front of her and shot his hot come on her tits. That was only a warm up for the next act. She walked softly upstairs to her bedroom and opened her underwear drawer. She reached in toward the back, past her day-to-day ho-hum thongs and bras, and pulled out a satin camisole that she'd worn only once for Mark. It struck her as a shame that he hadn't requested she wear lingerie more often. She enjoyed feeling sexy. But their love life had, in a way, reached a sort of upper-middle class cruise control, where sex was something you did on certain days of the week because it was what you were supposed to do in your happy marriage. And, as much as she still loved Mark, she had to admit to herself that the spark, that tingle in the belly feeling she used to get when they'd first met and he would walk behind her in the kitchen while she was cooking dinner and press his hard-on firmly against her ass and whisper into her ear that he was going to fuck her senseless later that evening, that spark was just a part of her memory now. **** She was behind the wheel of Mark's Jeep. He'd said that she and Dave could have it for the weekend, and the roads on the island were sure to be pretty rough, especially after the frost heaves of the past winter. She knew they were somewhere past Wiscasset. It didn't really matter, as long as they made the 4:30 p.m. Vinalhaven ferry in Rockland. She wasn't sure if they would hitch a ride on the Margaret Chase Smith or the Governor Curtis. Either way, she loved riding out on those lumbering white ships, rusting in places, stinking of diesel and making a deep thrum with their engines down below. Riding the ferry was her separation from mainland life. From mainland worries and attachments. (and it's one step closer to clenching my pussy around Dave's young cock) She glanced at Dave out of the corner of her eye. Admired his masculine jaw line and the way the muscles of his shoulders and neck flexed when he turned his head. Stepson or not, he was a beautiful young man, strong but still smooth. Looking straight ahead at the road, she reached with her right hand until she found his lap and placed her hand in his crotch. Almost immediately, she could feel his hard-on underneath her touch. "Having a hard time keeping your hands to yourself now, aren't you Susan?" he said. He laughed. She hated it when he called her by her first name. It felt so alien. "Just like before Dave. Call me mom now." He had no trouble falling into his role and flashed a mischievous smile. "Mmm, mom, that feels really good. Really damn good." He shifted in the passenger seat of the Jeep and spread his legs apart a bit further. "That's good Dave. Mommy is taking care of you now. Mommy will take good care of you." She began to stroke him through his jeans, massaging firmly against his crotch. "Unzip yourself," she said. "Are we officially past this 'no touching' thing, then?" He was grinning now. "I think you know the answer to that," she said. She found that it took a great deal of concentration to keep the Jeep moving within the confines of its lane at 60 mph as her attention turned to her hot, 18 year-old stepson in the front passenger seat. She heard him unzip his jeans, and without further prompting he pulled out his thick cock and held it firmly in his own grip. "Are you going to make me do this myself again?" he said. "I mean, it was hot and all, but I've kinda been wondering if" -- He inhaled sharply as she wrapped her fingers around the flesh of his cock and began to stroke him slowly as she drove. "How's this for you? Is mommy being good to you now?" She savored the girth of his flesh as she moved her fingers up and down his shaft. "Mmm," he moaned. "That's right. Just like that." He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the headrest. She began to stroke him faster, and unlike a more inexperienced woman, (the awestruck cheerleaders you've no doubt fucked) she wasn't afraid to squeeze hard as she grasped his cock. He gasped as she increased her rhythm. "Mom, that's really fucking good. I can't wait to take my cock and" -- The sound of the siren snapped them both out of their fantasy. She glanced at her speedometer and saw that she was going 75 mph in a 45. This was definitely not good. Maine cops hated it when people gunned it all the way up Route One without respecting the speed limits. She only hoped that the cop was a man and that she'd be able to charm him out of giving her a ticket. And that said cop wouldn't catch on to the fact that she'd been driving while jerking off her stepson. "Put your cock away, quick," she said. She put on her blinker and pulled over to the side of the road. The tires kicked up gravel and dirt as the Jeep rolled onto the shoulder. Dave had hastily tucked his cock back into his jeans and zipped himself up, but it was hard not to notice the very man-size bulge on the left side of his jeans. She looked in her side-view mirror as the cruiser pulled to a stop twenty yards behind her car. "Fuck me," she muttered under her breath. The police officer was a woman. A blonde woman with the prim walk of an aerobics instructor, a big-ass gun on her hip, and a huge chip on her shoulder. And she didn't look friendly in the least. "We might be missing the boat, Dave," she said. "Officer Friendly doesn't look like she'll want to play nice with us. Sorry, I should have been paying better attention to the road." She was angry with herself. If they missed the ferry in Rockland, they'd lose almost a day on the island. And she'd already begun to envision Dave making love to her on a blanket underneath a soft bed of pine needles overlooking a secluded part of the cove that very evening. And the thing was, her fantasy could absolutely become a reality. She could sense that Dave would do anything for her. But now Officer McFuckoff and her tight lipped frown had entered the picture. Who knew what kind of shit she'd try to bust them on? And how fast was I going over the limit? 30? Fuck, that's criminal speeding. We're double fucked. Their only chance was that the officer wouldn't be too harsh in her assessment of the situation. Susan glanced one more time at Dave's crotch. And holy fuck, his hard-on hadn't gotten any smaller at all -- he'd pulled it right back out of his pants and was gripping it proudly, grinning as he did so. "Dave, you put that away! What the fuck do you" -- "Trust me, mom. I've seen this work." "Where, in a fucking porno?!" She'd raised her voice, both out of panic and a sense of complete incredulity. Dave nodded his head. "Well, since you asked, yes, it was technically a porno. But I think that degrades the essence of sexual cinema verité. You can learn a lot about human nature from porn." She thought about slapping him, given the gravity of the situation. If it hadn't been real life, her life, she might even have laughed. Dave never spoke like that at home, although he had gotten good grades in English class all through high school. But for him to pull this shit now...My stepson has lost it, he's completely lost it, she thought. And it sounds like he also wrote a fucking English paper about skin flicks and the human condition. Must have been a hell of a research assignment. And now I'm the one who's going to be irrational. I'll let him go ahead and pull whatever crazy stunt his 18 year-old amygdala thinks it can get away with. "Dave, you're fucking crazy, but you're gorgeous. If you think you can get us out of this, have a go. It's looking like we're both royally fucked anyway." Dave smiled at her then looked up at her driver's side window. She turned her head and saw a nicely formed pair of tits behind a beige uniform. And a badge. Officer Lundquist. Swedish heritage, she thought. Explains the blonde hair and the fair complexion. And the well-proportioned tits in my window about to cart me off to jail for driving too fast. The police officer leaned down and tapped on Susan's window. Susan lowered it, then just looked up at the officer, not even bothering with an excuse. If Dave's porn magic was going to work, it was entirely up to him now. "License, registration, and proof of insurance" said the officer. The policewoman glanced at both of them -- She had to have seen Dave's cock. Holy hell there is no way she can miss that thing. And why the fuck is he still grinning like that? Is that all part of the plan? -- and returned her gaze to Susan. "Ma'am, license, registration, and proof of insurance please." Susan reached for the glove box, now trying to avoid touching the tent pole in Dave's lap, and pulled out the folder with Mark's papers for the Jeep. This can't be fucking happening, she thought as she leafed through the folder looking for the registration and insurance. He's always so organized, and the one goddamn time I need to find something, it's not fucking here. She'd found the registration right away, but the goddamn insurance card was expired, and there wasn't a current one anywhere that she could see. We're screwed. She handed the documents to the policewoman. "Are you aware how fast you were driving, ma'am?" "Yes, I know," she started, speaking too fast, "I should have been paying better attention. I'm so sorry. Please, we'll take the ticket and move on. And not too fast. I promise we'll pay better attention to" -- "Ma'am, please step out of the vehicle." Not getting out of this easily at all, thought Susan. She stepped out of the car and stood in front of the officer, her hands at her side. "Sir, please step out of the vehicle as well." The policewoman seemed oblivious to the fact that Dave's cock was still sticking straight out of his jeans. How he manages to keep a hard-on at a time like this, I will never know, thought Susan. "Do you both know why I asked you to step out of this vehicle?" said the officer. She only paused for a second before speaking again. "You are being stopped on suspicion of engaging in lewd and lascivious conduct in a public place with an additional charge of recklessly operating a vehicle to endanger. This kind of conduct," she tapped the side of the Jeep twice with her knuckles for emphasis, "this kind of conduct is not tolerated in Lincoln county." The policewoman hadn't detained them yet. Susan couldn't believe that she and Dave weren't already in handcuffs. It seemed that the cop was enjoying lecturing them, since by now a thin smile had spread across her lips. And maybe that's all we'll get, if we're lucky. A talk from the local law and a 'get on your merry way', and then an 'oh, by the way, you might want to keep your cock play confined to the bedroom because you, miss, are a terrible driver when you have one hand on the wheel and another on the rod.' "If I may, officer," said Dave. He was holding his erection in his right hand. "I'd like to make a proposal of sorts. A trade, you might say." The blonde policewoman raised her eyebrows and stared at Dave. "And what do you think you might possibly be able to offer at this point? You're quite...compromised as it is." "I think you haven't been laid in far too long. Your husband is pussy whipped and can't turn you on anymore because he doesn't dare show you how you want to get fucked. Your pussy is aching for cock. Right now, even. I'll bet you're dying for a piece of this," he held up his stiff cock to show her. To Susan's surprise, the policewoman was silent. She didn't say anything. She just kept looking right at Dave, glancing at his cock and shifting her gaze to other parts of his chiseled 18 year-old body. "I should cart you off to County for saying that, you know." "But you won't, will you? You know you could have a piece of this and satisfy that hunger you've had for a long time. Isn't that right?" Susan couldn't believe the balls on her stepson. To offer to fuck a cop who, moments ago, was ready to throw them both in jail for breaking a number of state and local ordinances...well, that took major balls. Maybe his having written that English paper on porn was going to serve them both well after all. The officer broke the silence abruptly. "Ok, here's the deal. You are going to show me if you're all talk or if you know how the fuck to use that man meat between your legs. And your sugar-mama here," she looked toward Susan, "she's going to let me lick her cunt while you fuck me. And if I'm satisfied...well, if I'm satisfied I'll send you two perverts on your merry way. Just don't think you can keep fooling around while speeding on my roads, you hear?" Susan shook her head and her eyes widened. She wants to what? She looked toward Dave, and their eyes met. She could hardly believe that he'd found a way to get them out of this mess. But, the cop had said she needed to be 'satisfied.' What if Dave didn't deliver? What if it had all been a big bluff? Something in her gut told her otherwise. He'd already surprised her with his calm, and, for lack of a better word, unconventional approach, to escaping imprisonment. What have I got to lose? she thought. "This is your show now, young man," said the cop. "You show me what you've got." She stood in front of them and Susan could see the officer's eyes darken with lust. Dave's voice lowered. "Ok, officer, you start by getting your pretty ass over here." His tone was commanding. Not insulting, but assertive. Susan could feel her own pussy moisten with expectation. The officer walked up to Dave until her face was only inches from his. "What's next big boy?" Dave didn't flinch. "On your knees. Wrap those lips around my cock. Wrap them around tight. And take your hands and massage my balls. Gently." Sue couldn't believe that his voice was so even. He pulled down his jeans and underwear so that he was completely naked from the waist down. And if anyone drives by us right now, they won't believe that this is a traffic stop, thought Sue. They'll be looking for the concealed camera crew filming an episode of 'Roadside Whores of New England'. The cop moved her lips down Dave's cock until she'd swallowed most of its length. She had her eyes closed and moaned as she began to move up and down his thick, firm flesh. "Mmm..." said the policewoman. She took her mouth off Dave's cock for just a moment and looked into his eyes. "I'm getting so fucking wet in my pussy right now," she said. "My little slit is soaked, my panties are fucking soaked." "Back to work, darling," said Dave, and he put both his strong football player's hands on her head and guided her back onto his shaft. "Mmm, that's right girl. You keep right on sucking. Just like that. That's right, you're a slutty police whore. Show me what you can do with your tongue." The policewoman reached to the buttons of her uniform and undid the top five, exposing her chest. Susan could see the woman's cleavage, tightly pressed together by a black satin and lace bra. You've done this sort of thing before, haven't you? thought Susan. Who else wore lingerie while doing routine police work? Unless it was her first time pulling this kind of stunt. And the lingerie was just something she wore to remind herself that she was a horny bitch. "Show me those tits, baby," said Dave. He moaned as the female officer worked her magic on his cock. The woman then undid the front clasp of her bra and let it hang loosely from her body. Those have got to be 36-Ds, thought Susan. And perfectly round with suckable pink nipples. What fucking gorgeous tits. Am I getting wet from watching this? Susan found that her emotions were more complex than simple arousal. Her clit was starting to ache, that much she knew. In fact it ached terribly. She wanted Dave's cock, his hands, his mouth... she wanted all of him. She wanted him to take her and make her his plaything. And watching him stand next to the Jeep on the side of the road, with that sex-starved slut of a policewoman sucking him off, well, it aroused more than just her clit. Susan felt a knot in her stomach. I can't believe it, but I'm jealous, she thought. He's mine, and she's going to feel him stretch out her slit, pushing against the walls of her tight pussy, before I am. He is saving our asses, though. I suppose I just need to suck it up and play along. The No Touching Rule Ch. 02 "That's good officer. Very good," said Dave. "But now I think you're going to have to pay for being such a little bitch earlier. You walk on over to your cruiser and lean over the hood. And mommy," said Dave, turning toward his step-mother, "you get over to the cruiser and pull your slutty little jeans off so the officer can lap her tongue over the folds of your cunt." His tone was still even. Susan could see the officer's eyes widen even further at the mention of the word 'mommy'. "He's your son?" said the officer incredulously. She stared hard at Susan, her gaze once more cold. "Step-son, actually. But let's not get hung up on that right now. I believe the young man has orders for both of us." She couldn't believe that she had the gall to speak to the officer that way. Dave had most definitely shifted the balance of power in their favor, she thought. Susan pulled her jeans and panties down, exposing the neat hairs of her pussy to the air. She liked her pussy, it was a thing of beauty in and of itself, the folds symmetrical, its delicate pink inside flesh concealing bundles of nerves that could lift her on waves of the most sublime pleasure. Without thinking, she reached her fingers down to feel her wetness, and as she did so she brushed against her clit and felt a small shudder. She'd never been with a woman before. She wasn't sure what to expect. "That's good mommy. You sit there, on the hood of the cruiser," said Dave. "And you, officer. You pull those uniform pants down. Keep your panties on. And when you're ready, you put your face between mommy's legs and show her how a woman eats pussy. Can you comply with those orders?" As Susan got onto the hood of the police car -- (this is almost so crazy it can't be real. I am in a goddamn porno. And I'm about to do my first sapphic erotica scene.) she wasn't sure if she was ready to go through with it. Maybe having a woman lick the delicate flesh of her pussy would be better. When she thought about it, her husband Mark hadn't ever been very good with that. He'd been a great lay, back in the day, but eating pussy had never been his forté. He preferred to get straight to business and fuck. Which, at least in the early days, was exciting enough when he just had to have her in a changing room at Macy's, for example. But this...this situation made Susan feel as though she was crossing yet another taboo line in the sand. First my step-son...now a woman, she thought. But there's a first time for everything, isn't there? Susan could see the officer lick her own lips as she approached her. The woman clearly enjoyed taking Dave's commands. And she seemed to be taking great delight in her newfound knowledge of the relationship between David and Susan. "Spread those legs apart, sister," said the officer. Susan felt another twinge of reluctance to take the plunge. If she spread her legs and succumbed to the woman's tongue, what would that mean for her sexual identity? Was she a closet bi-sexual? No, she thought. I'm just obsessed with David. In lust with him. Maybe even in love. I don't even know what to call it, but when he looks at me I feel butterflies in my stomach. And I'll do anything he wants. Anything. Susan allowed her legs to part, slowly, and the slight breeze in the air made her feel vulnerable. Then she saw the blonde hair of the officer move toward her center, steadily progressing toward her exposed crotch. A moment later, she felt a soft kiss on her pussy. A gentle kiss, almost jarring for its very tenderness. Then, a soft caress of a finger on the outside of her slit, gently arousing her flesh with its measured, unfamiliar movement. The touch of a stranger in her most private of places. Susan closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to accept this new deviation in her sexual being. Succumb to the feeling. Just give yourself to the pleasure, she thought. She felt a tongue, a warm, delicious tongue, lick around her pussy, along the roughness of close trimmed pubic hair. And that same tongue, as it travelled along her soft flesh, began to work its way closer to the tender pinkness of her slit. Deliberately parting her folds. Susan felt short, exquisite jolts of pleasure. She could feel two fingers begin to explore her as the tongue began to dance around her clit. The fingers probed her gently, then with more urgency, thrusting in and out of her tight pussy, fucking her with the desperation of someone who knew that an opportunity like this only came up once in a lifetime, if at all. This was a new level of eroticism for Susan, an explosion of feeling, supreme lust and jealousy and what might be love all rolled into one. She found herself progressively losing control as she processed the scene in her mind's eye. She, sitting on the hood of a police cruiser, her beautiful, tender slit exposed for the first time to another woman. The police officer, her naked tits on full, gorgeous display, bent over at the waist and working the magic of her tongue against Susan's own pussy. And then Dave, approaching from behind the officer, his beautiful, thick cock in his hand, his young, sculpted mid section rippling under his thin t-shirt as he assumed the position of master over the officer, looking at her ass with the dispassionate appraisal of a man who couldn't decide if he'd enter her gently or with one forceful thrust. Susan didn't know what was happening to her. She felt the building warmth of climax as the police woman's tongue darted along the nub of her clit. And as much as she wanted to come, she wanted Dave to be fucking her, not the slut who was licking her pussy and driving her mad with pleasure. Maybe he'll enjoy fucking her, she thought. And if he does, mommy will have to have a few words with him when we get up to the island this weekend. I'll tell him that he saved our asses and hurt mommy's feeling at the same time. And maybe we'll argue, and he'll say I'm a jealous whore, and then I'll start to cry and he'll feel bad, so very bad for hurting step-mommy's feelings. And that's when I'll offer myself to him, all of me, and we'll have mind-blowing make-up sex. I'd like that very much. I need that from him. Dave didn't say a word as he pushed aside the officer's panties, exposing her tight, shaved pussy to his view. But he did lock his gaze with Susan's. He looked her right in the eye, then thrust forward with his thick cock into the depths of the officer's pussy until he bumped her cervix, making her let out a small cry of pain. As he looked deep into Susan's eyes, he mouthed the words, 'I love you mommy.' The words sent chills through Susan's body, raising goosebumps on her arms. At that moment, she felt herself get carried by an orgasm that focused her mind on the singularity of pleasure and made her cunt vibrate with ecstasy. Her juices shot from her pussy, flowing forth in a gush of come, covering the police woman's mouth. Susan felt her pussy quiver with aftershocks of pleasure and cried out -- "Yes yes yes oh my god yes!" As she regained control of her thoughts, her mind turned back to Dave. He loves me. He does. And I love him back. It doesn't matter that he's fucking her. Every thrust that he drives into her pussy is a thrust that he means for me. For my pussy. My hungry, empty, aching pussy. The police woman grunted as Dave drove his meat into her cunt. Susan watched, her gaze softened by the realization that Dave loved her. That changes the equation, doesn't it? We're not in this for a quick fix, are we? The policewoman had lost awareness of Susan. It appeared that, as much as she'd enjoyed sucking Dave's cock and licking Susan's pussy, the 18 year-old cock fucking her pussy had taken precedence over any other thought. She leaned her head forward, staring at the hood of the car, and Dave's fingers grasped her ass hard as he thrust into her cunt. She likes it rough, thought Susan. Each time Dave pushed his cock deep into the soft folds of the officer's pussy, she let out a short, guttural moan. "Fuck me you fucking fuck! Fuck my wet little pussy and make me come. Oh yeah, that's right, push your cock into my cunt all the way," said the officer. Dave's breath was regular and deep now as he gripped her ass roughly and fucked her from behind against the hood of the cruiser. "Oh I'm going to come," she said. "Yes yes oh my god, ohhhh yes, fuck me." She grasped onto Susan's legs, and Susan could tell by the woman's cries that the officer was about to surrender control over her own thoughts to a single-minded focus on the core of her inner pleasure, that roiling sea of nothingness and everything that pushed out all conscious thought when it arrived like lightning. "Fuuuuuck...I'm coming," moaned the officer. Dave pulled his cock out of her pussy and jerked it twice, then sent hot, thick strands of come flying onto her ass and lower back. "I take it you're satisfied, officer Lundquist?" said Dave. He had a smile across his lips. He already knew the answer to his question. The officer took a moment to catch her breath, then turned her head toward him. "That was a great fuck. Now get your clothes on and get the fuck out of my jurisdiction before I change my mind." Susan scrambled off the hood of the cruiser and exchanged a glance with the officer. The officer winked at her. Susan wasn't sure what it meant, but she jogged backed to the Jeep and put her clothes on as fast as she could. Dave followed, and the two of them got in the Jeep and slammed the doors shut. "What the fuck just happened?" she said. "I kept us from getting arrested." "Dave," she said. "Kiss me." He leaned toward her and gently touched her lips with his finger, then met her in an embrace that made her feel as though she'd lost all sense of gravity. It was as though she was falling in love for the first time, the sort of feeling you never expected to feel after the age of 35 because you knew it only came once. But here she was, swept off her feet like a teenager, feeling Dave's muscular arms pull her toward him as his tongue explored her mouth and danced with hers. He's a beautiful man, thought Susan. But he's my step-son. It can never work. Something will happen. Maybe Mark will find out. Or he'll fall in love with a younger woman when he goes off to school. But I've got him right now. In this moment. And the weekend has just started. This weekend it's my turn to feel him inside me. Dave leaned back, parting from her lips, and gave her a tender look. "Let's go, mom. We don't want to miss the boat." Susan turned on the ignition and put the transmission in Drive. She could see the policewoman's outline in the cruiser, still parked on the side of the road. Susan shook her head at the thought of what had just transpired. It will never last, she thought. But I'm in love. And that's all that matters. She glanced at her watch and saw that they still had an hour to reach the ferry. Just enough time to get there, even if I do drive the speed limit. She smiled to herself and took one more glance at Dave in profile, his beautiful, masculine face arousing in her a profound sense of longing. She accelerated back onto the road, feeling the wind caress her face through the open window of the Jeep, and tried not to think too far into the future.