Introduction:

My step mother's relationship with me continues after a rebuff

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I could not stop thinking about my encounter with Olivia, my new stepmother. My first coitus, my first blow jobs, my first loving . . they were all glorious. She was so beautiful, so sexy, and such an incredible body, all in a mature, season 43 year old body. But that body was nearly a fucking supermodel.

I don't know what I thought was going to happen, but I guess my head filled with all sorts of fantasies. I just assumed she was going to be my lover and I was going to be so happy. Somehow I just imagined my father out of the way or something. Anyway, after our sensual love making I fell into a deep sleep, despite having only recently woken from my nightly slumber.

When I awoke I was sad that she wasn't in the bed with me, and I heard her in the kitchen banging around. I got up, pissed (not to mention having to clean up the errant spray from my urethra stuck a bit from cum residue) and headed out. I walked up behind her. She was wearing her blue bikini top and sweat shorts, with the waist rolled down a bit showing just the tip of her bikini bottoms. She was wearing house slippers, which didn't have her up on her toes as I loved but still those long muscular and toned tanned legs were enough to get my modest prick to start to swell again.

I wrapped my arms around her, my hands on her tummy, pressed my crotch into her bottom and kissed her on the neck and nuzzled. "Hello there," I growled, trying to be sexy, though I was pretty clueless. What did I care, she was my goddess, my lover, my favorite woman in the world.

"Um, hi. Did you sleep well?" Olivia asked pulling my hands off of her bare midriff and turning around. Her smile was warm, those not seductive like before.

"Amazing, best sleep ever." My eyes glazed over looking at her again.

"Ok, good, I need to change the sheets and clean up the room."


"Are you sure you don't want to, you know, have some more fun before you do?"

"Fun?"

"You know . . . " I said as I slid my hands onto her hips.

"Sweetie . . . . " She pulled my hands off. "I won't blame you, my own motherly instincts took over and I should have controlled myself."

She cupped my hands and gave me a kiss on the lips, closed. "I am happy to have shared such a important experience with you and I hope you feel fulfilled, but sweetie, don't get confused . . . I am married to your father, and you need a girl your own age. It was an incredible moment together, but it has passed, and there aren't going to be more."

I tried to keep my composure but I could not. I began to cry, my hands going to my face.

"Oh sweetie . . . I'm sorry." Olivia cooed, pulling me to her and craddling my head on her shoulder and held me. I must have cried for 2 minutes. I was so overcome with emotions, happiness, disappointment, love, anger, loss. Finally I got control and pulled away and walked to the back door.

"Marc? Marc are you ok?"

I said nothing and left the house and went to my guest home and laid in bed and cried more. Then I jacked off thinking of my experience with Olivia. Then I cried again, big blubbery sobs. Again, what did I really expect? Of course she wasn't going to be my lover, my wife, the mother of my children. Shit, maybe she couldn't even have kids at her age. I didn't know. But I was crushed, oh so crushed. I avoided her and my father for the next few days, I just couldn't handle the pain of it.

Olivia had no problem continuing to sun herself by the pool each day, and I had to watch her. I would smoke, get high as fuck, stare at her while waxing my carrot until I felt orgasm coming and would lay down and finish, and fall back asleep. That was my summer essentially, watching her, jacking off and getting high. I know it sounds fun, but it was hard for me. I was more depressed than I have ever been.

About two weeks after our time together, a day came where she wasn't outside. I figured she was shopping so I snuck to the house to make a real lunch. When I walked in she was there, cooking up some stir fry.

"Hi sweetie!" She smiled big and inviting. "I am almost done, sit, we can have lunch. I feel like we haven't talked in forever." God her slight accent was so damn sexy. My dick was already chubbing up.

"Um, I was just gonna grab a sandwich I said as I went to the fridge. Olivia came up behind me and put an arm around my shoulder and lead me to the table.

"Now, now, you just sit and have lunch with your stepmom."

"No really, I need to . . . um. . . ."

"If you can spend your morning jacking off watching me, you certainly can give me a few minutes conversation for lunch, hmm?" She said as she went back to the wok.

My ears turned red and felt on fire, my heart started pounding. Jesus, she knew? I was mortified and embarassed, I thought I was hidden.

She set a steaming plate in front of me and then a soda, and sat next to me. I was still staring at the plate, I couldn't meet her eyes. Then her hand clasped mine. God the electricity I felt from the touch of my only lover! How I wanted to be with her!

"Marc?" She said softly and sweetly.

I looked up at her. Those thick lips, those high cheekbones, those big rounded eyes (not for the first time I wondered if she had surgery to make them look less Asian). Her amazing breasts were testament that she was okay with enhancements. Her long dark brown with blonde highlights hair was parted halfway to the left side of her head. She had on mascara and dark blue eyeshadow, rouge and dark red lipstick.

"I. . . I didn't know you could see me. I. .. I'm . .. I'm sorry." My lip was quivering. God she had such control over me. I couldn't talk to her without feeling completely dominated by my love (or was it lust?) for her.

Olivia smiled sweetly at me and continued to hold my hand. The feeling of her long well manicured nails brushing up on my palm alone turned me on.

"Sweetie, you need to learn that everyone is paying as much attention as you. If you could just get out of the head of yours and live in the moment you would find life so much easier. Plus, I got your motor running, I can't be bothered that it isn't just sitting on idle, now can I?"

"N--n--no I g--guess not." I felt like I might cry again. What the fuck was wrong with me? I really was touched in the head.

We ate our lunch, talking softly about where we should all go for an end of summer vacation before school started, and what not. When I ate my last bite I was anxious to go back to my guest house, my cock was throbbing and needed release. Not only did Olivia get it going, but not jacking off to her in my custom fashion, I was backed up already, after all, I was still a teen and in my sexual prime.

Just before I got up Olivia asked, "Did you watch the new Walking Dead last night?"

"Um, n-nno."

"Great! Go take a seat on the couch and we can watch it. Your father, um, had other things in mind last night and I never got to watch." She grabbed my plate and glass and put our things in the dish washer. I sat in the middle of the couch and Olivia, with a tall ice filled glass of lemonade in each hand. She handed me one and sat to my left, and put her glass on the end table after taking a drink.

She started up the DVR and we began to watch the show. Today Olivia was wearing morrocan sandals, navy blue dress short that went to her mid thigh, and a pure white sleeveless blouse, with a bit of frill on the collar and arms. Her miraculous mounds pressing against the fabric, their roundness sculpted by the garment.

She reached across me, her right breast rubbing into my left arm, making my dick twitch. I wondered if she could see my erection. Considering what happened, she must have. She grabbed a through pillow and laid it on her lap. "Relax sweetie, enjoy the show."

She said this as she put and arm across my shoulders and pulled me to her. I slid onto my back, and laid myself on her lap, my head at the edge of the pillow, cradled in the nook of her left elbow. She began to stroke my hair as we continued to watch.

My erection was full blown and straining against the fabric of my adidas shorts. I wasn't wearing any underwear so there was no hiding anything. Not that I cared to. I was head over heels for her, and it was all her fault. At least that is what I told myself. I tried hard to pay attention to the show and did so enough that I didn't notice her subtle movements.

When I turned my head to look up at her and say something about the show, I saw that her blouse was unbuttoned and pulled to the sides. Her large breasts, cupped in a lacy, very supportive bra. It was snow white, with padded cups, frilly lace shoulder straps and a over-sized bow in the front where the cups connected.

I turned until my cheek was touching her silky smooth skin, the tanned skin of her tummy. I felt her belly button ring on my ear. I looked up to her bra and her face above, as she was looking down on me. Without a gesture, or a word her right hand moved to the bow and slowly pulled at one end until the bow fell apart, revealing the double front hooks of her bra, strong hooks, supporting an impressive bust.

Her fingers slipped to the hooks and expertly detached them. Her breasts, large even for the large bra at a gorgeous 38 D, popped forward with a slight jiggle. The surgeon who created them was obviously talented. She pulled the right half over her shoulder and brushed the left half into the wedge of her armpit.

The twins were free in all their glory. My memories of our love making flooded back to me. They were tanned as the rest of her, not sure how she accomplished that honestly. The areola, smaller than you would think, the short nipples standing at attention. She brushed her fingers over my cheek. "Does my baby need a feeding?"

She lifted me slightly to her left breast and I opened my mouth, feeling the nipple press into my tongue. My eyes closed as I moaned into her rigid breast as i closed my lips around it. It's firm shape, buoyancy and suppleness as glorious as I remembered. I could feel tears coming out of my closed eyes, I couldn't contain them, I was so happy. I was also so confused. From teasing, to loving, to rejecting, to now loving me again. Was she schizophrenic? Did I even care?

I suckled at her tit like an infant, if she had milked, I would have drank it down. Her hand continued to stroke my hair as I lovingly sucked on her breast. I could have stayed there for hours. I thought my penis might just explode in my shorts, which made it all the more wonderful when I felt her hand leave my hair and push down on the waist of my shorts. I moaned again into her flesh when I felt the tips of her fingers caress the tip of my manhood.

"Mmmm-hhhmmmm-oommmmmm" I mumbled into her breast as I kept sucking.

"It's okay sweetie, Momma will take care of everything." Her finger slid length wise down the bottom of my shaft, pressing my penis into my belly. She slid them down until her nails were on my sack. She then went back up, letting her nails just barely touch my skin. It was incredible.

Once her fingers got to the tip top, she cupped her fingers around my mushroom cap and began to massage my tip with her thumb.

"MMMMM-OOOMMMMMM!" I moaned hard into her breasts, feeling that familiar tingling growing in my testicles.
"Hmmm? Is Momma's reward coming soon sweetie? Is my baby about to spit up after his feeding?"

I opened my eyes as I continued to suckle. I stared into her big brown eyes and watched her give me a slight grin, then biting her bottom lip as she turned her gaze to my crotch where she continued to titillate me.

She placed her fingers flat over my cock horizontally, again pressing it to my stomach. She began to rub it back and forth, causing the head to rub against my own skin. Her perfect speed and pressure was quickly building me to the point of no return.

"Hmmmff. UMMMM!" I felt the semen collecting in my vas deferens preparing to exit my body.

"Now baby? Now?" Olivia asked me in a moaning whine, her eyes staring at mine.

I pulled away from her breast for the first, "Oh fuck!" I groaned

"Ok baby, Mommy is here!" With that I felt her body slide against my face as she twisted and bent over, inhaling my penis into her mouth. The wet warmth of her mouth was utterly intoxicating and just in time to catch the cum that rocketed out of my throbbing engorged penis.

"MMMM-hmmmmmm-mmmmm!" Olivia moaned with enthusiasm as she took my seed into her mouth and down her throat. Jet after jet flowed from me, the waves of orgasm nearly knocking me out. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt Olivia's tongue and mouth expertly pull every ounce of cum from my manhood.

At last my balls were empty, and I panted heavily as my body twitched. I felt like every nerve was on end, jesus what a talented slut Olivia was! A glorious, wonderful, perfect slut! I was lost in a dream at that point, visions of her, of her body, of her smells, of the smell of my spunk, that had entered her body multiple times, in multiple places. Sleep over took me and I snoozed soundly until I heard my Dad and Olivia talking about what to do for dinner.

I got up and apologized for falling asleep on the couch. My dad told me to get showered and dressed for dinner at a nice restaurant. I showered quick and threw on a collared shirt and slacks. When I got back to the house Olivia was in the kitchen sitting on a stool with a glass of wine. She had on a super tight green dress that shined. Her breasts were practically popping out of the top, she had gone to bright green eye shadow and bright red lipstick. Large gold loops in her ears and three bracelets on her right arm. Also a diamond tipped gold necklace, the diamond just dipping into her cleavage. She wore open toed high black heels.

"Would you like a glass of wine sweetie?" She asked me kindly.

"Um sure."

She got up and walked to get me glass, her hips swaying in the painted on dress. Her flexed thighs and calves when she reached for a glass showed the hours she spent on a stair master and treadmill. Her taught ass that should belong to a young teen pushed at the fabric of her dress.

How the fuck did she fit into that thing? Not that it mattered, all that mattered was getting to see that fucking body. Jesus, no nylons and her legs looked like shimmering silk. How I wanted to ravage her right there and then. Slit my father's throat if he had the nerve to object!

But I controlled myself and soon my father was ready and we went to dinner. Dad had closed a big deal at work that day and was celebrating. Over the next three hours we ate good food and dad drank like a fish. Thank god Olivia has relieved me earlier that day, or the innuendos he was saying to her and his hands and lips on her at the table may have driven me to rage.

By the time we headed home, Olivia had to drive and Dad was half snoring in the front seat. Drunk as hell. When we got home he mumbled something about making it hard for Olivia to walk tomorrow as she helped him stumble to the bedroom. I knew I should leave, I was just going to get mad. But I didn't. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat at the table. I was expecting at any moment to hear the sounds of sex. Of my father fucking the pussy I loved. That I deserved. I was ready to stew in anger, and also ready to jack off listening to Olivia love.

I turned my chair to the side. Planning on jacking off listening to her, or maybe going to the door to watch. I knew my dad would be too drunk to notice. I was so ready I even unzipped my fly and started to lightly play with myself. I was taking a pull from the bottle with my hand in my pants when Olivia appeared around the corner.

"Did you need to be alone?" She asked with a smirk, looking at my crotch.

I choked a bit on my beer. "Oh, um, um . . . .I, I thought you were gonna be, uh, busy in there for a while.

"I thought so too." She replied.

She walked over to the table and took my beer, taking a long drink before plopping it on the table. She had taken off her heels already, when she put on leg on the side of my chair and pulled up her skirt on both sides until the tight fabric was high enough on her thighs that she could straddle the chair and sat squarely on my lap.

She put one had on the table, and one on my cheek and kissed me. Long. . . and deep. Her tongue probing me, deep into my mouth. I could taste her dinner on her tongue. We made out passionately, and my quiet moans were in sync with hers. Oh please Jesus! Please don't let my dad wake up and ruin this!!! Please don't stop!!!

As we wrestled our tongues Olivia kept flexing her thighs, squeezing me and riding her tight dress up and over her tight ass until she finally had full freedom of movement, her dress ringed around the mid point of her ass crack and just above her pubic bone, her legs freed. I began to massage her breasts, so Olivia pulled off of my mouth and slid one arm out and then the other, and pushed the top of her dress to the middle of her tummy. The support bra underneath was all business and no hanky panky. It was support for breasts that were too powerful to be on their own. It was pure black. She reached behind and with a click the strapless bra popped off and hit my chest, her breasts bouncing into position. The perfectly symmetrical tear drops stared at me, with their perfect shape and impossible perkiness.

"You need a taste of Mamma?" Olivia growled hungrily as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to her left mammary, which I happily devoured. Her brown skin tasted like chocolate, her nipple like honey. I pulled off and kissed her again, staring into those rounded Hmong eyes. It's really going to happen! Oh god tell me I am going to get to fuck this goddess again!

My prayers were heard as Olivia slid her hand to my zipper and fished my cock out of the open teeth. "Time to come out and play with Mom-meee." Olivia moaned quietly like a fucking porn star. I couldn't believe this one time I was completely hard, maybe my dick was just tired from so many hard-ons. But a stroke of Olivia's fingers had me standing firmly at attention.

Olivia pressed her forhead against mine looking down. "Eeeeh! Move my panties to the side baby! Ooouuuh!" Olivia whined into eyes, while making sex moans. She laid it on thick, but she was a slut, she was born with the body and face to match her attitude and her whole life had been how well she could drive men wild, and while she couldn't do much else, she could do that. I wondered how much of her career had been who she was fucking at the time. Not that I cared in the least.

I reached under her from behind to find her panties were a g-string and where there was coverage, it was just barely enough. I could have fucked her easy with it still in place, but what the hell did it matter!

"Ooohhhhuuuuwww!" Olivia moaned almost as if in pain as she rubbed the head of my penis up and down between her labia, before pushing my cock out a bit more and I felt the hint of her opening. Olivia pushed onto me and I felt the mushroom cap of my manhood get swallowed inside her.

"AH-AH-AH-HA-HA-MF-MF-MF-FFF-uuuu-kkk! Hoooh!" I was being as quiet as I could, but my head was spinning, I felt delirious from the wave of intensity I felt from her. She pushed down on me again and I slid smoothly the rest of the way in.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessshhhhhhhhhh!" Olivia breathed in through clenched teeth. "Oh sweetie!" She breathed in my ear.

I clamped my arms around her mid section, gripping the skin of her back in my fingers. "Hooooooooooch. . . oooooh gaaaaaawd!" I moaned into her breast.

Olivia held me back until I got over the initial shock of again loving the woman every man wishes he could have. Her soft skin smelled of tulips and baby powder, and her skin was warm to the touch, her pussy, a veritable sauna. I finally eased and sat back in the wood dining chair.

"Mmmmph!" Olivia grunted as she manueverd her feet to the cross bar on the back legs of the chair, wrapping her big toe of each foot on one side, and the rest of her toes and feet on the other. The grip gave her leverage, though it had to be a hard pose to hold. But this woman was all about the fuck, she was bred and born for it! She sat back and took a big breath, and I watched her stomach expand and collapse back down to that taut flat tummy she did 1000's of crunches for.

She drapped her fingers over the back of me neck, her fingernails scrapping me. "Mmmmnnnuuhhh- oookayyy baby! Time for Mama."

Using her toned legs, she began to piston on me, her legs flexed hard to hold her in such a position that I could watch my penis going in and out, will also seeing the hard tummy panting, her breasts heaving and with a tiny look up, see that angelic face. I wondered how many men she had fucked to learn how to do that. How many cocks had shared this pussy. Did they all love it like me? Would I lose it someday too? Was she too perfect for any man to keep? She held that magnificent pose, riding my cock in controlled consistent strides for almost five minutes. Thank god I had cum just that afternoon with her, but the honeymoon was over, my balls were preparing.

"Holy shit Olivia!" I whined in a high voice. "Shit, I--I--I don't know h-h-h-h-h-hhhow much longer I can hold it!" She was so tight, her pussy walls all around me.


"Oh damn baby, oh shit! Are you gonna cum inside me? Oh god we shouldn't, we mustn't!! Oh no you're, going to aren't you? Oh god baby, oh my god it's--oh it's-- oh shit, it's going to make me cum baby!" Olivia hissed at me, her face pressed against mine.

I grabbed the sides of the chair, reaching over her thighs, I felt like my whole body was going convulse and maybe snap in two. My hips were bucking off the chair almost without my consent, my body was locked in fertilization mode, I could feel my body's desire to impregnate her. "Oh fuck Olivia, oh my god I love you. I love you!" I moaned my voice not as quiet as it should have been.

"You love me baby, you do? Oh shit baby, Mama just wanted some play after being teased all day, Mama-ooooh-oih-Mama didn't know you were going to . . .ohhh shit baby. . . . Oh! Ahhhhh! OOOOOOOOOOOOh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!" She shuttered, I could feel her body shake with each breathe as she orgasmed, her nails digging into my flesh.

"Oh sweetie, oh my baby, oh sweetie. Oh thank you sweetie,. . . oooooh shit baby." She kept groaning in my ear as I felt a wave of tingles explode from my testicles, the orgasm ripping into me like a blade making me see a flash of light.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEERRTZZZ!" I yelped as I gripped the chair, my body seized, my neck tendons stood on edge and my eyes felt like they were going to pop out as I poured living seed into my step mother's womb.

"Oh shit sweetie, oh you are planting Mama! Give me your seed sweetie, you deserve it!" She breathed into my ear biting my earlope. My hips bucked again and another wave of sperm entered my step mother's vagina. Her walls clenched my cock as it vomited my semen into her in large torrents.

"RRRMMMMPHHHHOOOOMMMPFFFF." I groaned into her breast as I came for the fifth and last time. I had never released so much semen in one sitting before. I felt completely withered. I was numb all over and gripped Olivia for an anchor.

My step mother stroked my neck and the hair on the back of my head my I held her, my modest cock shrinking down to as small as it has been in some time. She took all I had, she fucked me completely, and this time I was able to appreciate it.

I finally let her go after another 5 minutes. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said, 'thank you so much sweetie, thank you for sharing that with me."

"You're the most incredible woman in the world." I whispered as Olivia helped me to my feet. She slid her dress back on and grabbed her bra off the floor as I got my cock back in my pants.

She smiled and put an arm on my shoulders and lead me to the door. "Don't get the wrong idea sweetie, I am still your father's girl, but it's nice to know there is a spare around when I need one."

With that she shoved me out the door and locked it behind me. I went to my place, and crashed.

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