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Maudlin Stepmother
by Thursday (address defunct)
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A seventeen year old is shares illicit pleasures with
his stepmother behind his father's back. (F/M-teen,
underage, stepmother, cheat, true)
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My father married Vickie when I was 13 years old. Vickie
made her living as a psychologist, and over the years it
became apparent that she was living proof that people
who pursue careers in psychology are often the people
who need psychological help the most. Vickie enjoyed
drinking wine and was prone to generally drink too much
of it, not knowing her limits, and becoming falling down
drunk.
She was also prone, during her more inebriated moments,
to become quite amorous, slipping her tongue into the
mouths of unsuspecting male houseguests when kissing
them goodbye after a dinner party. Even when sober,
Vickie was inclined to sexually inappropriate behavior -
- exposing her breasts to me and my sister, making out
with my father at the dinner table, disusing sex -- all
of which would have been fine, although possibly in bad
taste, had the audience not been a 13 year old boy and
an 11-year old girl.
She also generally wore low cut knit dresses, which
could easily be lowered to display as much of her ample
chest as she desired. Also, she and my father both
enjoyed lounging about the house in the evenings wearing
heavy bathrobes tied at the front with a loose belt.
Vickie frequently needed to readjust her robe, as her
breasts would often inexplicably be freed from their
terrycloth encasements for anyone sitting at the proper
angle -- usually me -- to see.
These adjustments would be accomplished by her standing
up, opening the robe wide, briefly exposing her breasts
and the top of her shaved mound, and rapidly closing it
again. For me, the frequent displays of exhibitionism on
the part of my stepmother were simultaneously disturbing
and arousing. I would often return home to my mother's
house after a weekend visit to Dad & Vickie's to
masturbate to the thought of her breasts.
Vickie was in her forties, five feet even, with big
cheerleader hair. She was deeply tanned, and usually
wore gaudy, low cut dresses. Her most notable assets
were her breasts which, to my estimation were 36D or DD.
She was really quite proud of them and would show them
off as often as she could.
The first hint that something sexual might happen
between me and Vickie came one evening when I was 17. My
father, Vickie, my sister, and I had sailed to Angel
Island their sailboat, and were walking around the old
dilapidated buildings one night after dinner on the
boat. Vickie was already fairly drunk, and was getting
drunker sipping wine out of the large coffee cup she had
brought with her.
We had somehow paired off so that my father and sister
were walking ahead of us, and Vickie and I were about 20
feet behind them, trudging through the sandy maze of
trails around the old hospital on the island. At some
point, I tripped and reached out to Vickie to steady
myself and I wound up with my hand firmly grasping her
left ass cheek. When I regained my balance, I left my
hand there and we continued walking, and she slipped her
hand into my back pocket.
Vickie was considerably shorter than I, at 5', she was a
full foot shorter than I, and due to the uneven terrain,
it was difficult to keep my hand grasping her rear end,
so I reluctantly took it away as we headed back to the
dinghy to go back to the boat.
Once back on the boat, Vickie, my sister and I sat in
the cockpit and talked while my father made up the beds
in the boat. I was sitting next to Vickie, and her
large, 36D right breast was smashed against my arm,
which she was holding in her lap. I began to caress her
inner thighs--she encouraged me by opening her legs, but
we were interrupted by my father coming up and
announcing bedtime.
Nothing happened for several months, aside from the
occasional french kiss goodbye until one night at dinner
when Vickie was especially drunk. We were sitting at
the table, Vickie, my father, his business partner, and
I--when, suddenly, I felt Vickie's hand on my leg. My
father & his partner got up to clear the table and do
the dishes -- he was quite a neat freak -- and Vickie
and I remained at the table, out of site of the kitchen.
I poured Vickie some more wine at her request, and she
said: "Let me give you a thank you kiss."
"OK," I said, leaning in for the kiss.
And she kissed me, immediately slipping her tongue
between my lips. With this, she reached into my lap and
started rubbing my already hard cock through my pants.
This went on for about 2 minutes until my father came
back announcing dessert.
Again, there was a dry spot, save for the occasional
tongue slips kissing me goodbye, and frequent reference
to "Mrs. Robinson" until a few months later, when I was
at Dad & Vickie's house to replace the engine in my car.
It was a Friday night, and we had hired a guy I knew to
help us replace it.
At about 7:00, we realized we needed a part we didn't
have, and Dad left to go get it; the nearest auto parts
store was an hour away--they lived in a small coastal
town far from civilization. Shortly after Dad left, my
friend announced he was leaving too; he hadn't been
feeling well, and since Dad was gone, he just decided to
split.
I went inside and found that Vickie had already begun
drinking--she was just slightly drunk, not falling down
drunk at all. We were chatting about this and that, when
she said, "this Mrs. Robinson stuff has to stop."
I said something like, "Oh, well, that's ok, whatever
you want." Very pathetic, indeed.
With that, she moved farther away from me on the couch,
and poured some more wine. We continued chatting and
decided to watch some TV. She picked up the TV listings
from the newspaper, and beckoned me over so we could
both read it.
As I sat down next to her, my right knee brushed against
her left knee, and she instantly turned toward me and
began kissing me. My hands immediately went for her
breasts, and she began rubbing my cock through my pants.
About a minute later, she said, "We have to stop."
"OK," I said, pushing her back and leaning in for
another kiss. As I did so, I put my hand between her
knees and reached back toward the tops of her thighs,
glancing past her coarse pubic hair -- she wasn't
wearing any underwear -- as I did so.
"Stay out of there," she muttered as she reached back
into my lap for my cock.
I resumed my fondling of her 36D breasts while we
continued to make out. I started to try to pull her
dress off her shoulders, but it wouldn't go; it had to
be pulled off her from the bottom up.
"Why don't you go up and put on your robe?" I suggested.
She returned a moment later wearing just her robe. She
sat down next to me again and took a sip of wine. She
offered me some, and while I was drinking from her
glass, she said, "I don't think we should go any further
with this."
I agreed, and as we leaned back onto the sofa, our knees
touched again, and she grabbed the back of my head and
pulled me in to kiss her again. She immediately resumed
the rubbing of my cock through my pants, and began
trying following its length from the tip to as far down
to the base as she could. Meanwhile, I was now fondling
her bare breast--robes provide remarkably easy access.
As I began circling her nipple with my fingers, she went
for my belt, quickly undoing it, and unbuttoning the
buttons of my jeans.
As she did so, I broke our kiss and leaned into her
cleavage, taking her right nipple in my mouth and
sucking it between my teeth. She surprised me by nearly
yelling "Oh god!!" at the top of her lungs. I left her
breast and kissed her again, and she suddenly grabbed
the top of my jeans and briefs and in one deft motion
pulled them off of me and over my engorged 7 inch cock,
which, by now, was colored a deep purple and nearly
throbbing. We continued kissing as she pumped her small
hand up and down the shaft of my cock. I returned to
sucking on her nipples, and her strokes on my cock
became much faster.
"Stop!" I cried. "I'm about to cum if you don't stop.
With that, she slid off the couch and knelt between my
legs and, holding my cock in one hand, she began to lick
my tortured penis from the very base to the tip, gliding
her tongue into the slit at the tip, drinking up the
pre-cum which was lubricating my cockhead. She then took
the top third of my dick into her mouth and sucked with
wild abandon wile pumping the base of my shaft with her
hand. Sadly for me -- this was the best blowjob I'd ever
had -- I began to cum about a minute later.
She pulled my dick out of her mouth and continued to
pump it with her hand, while my semen spurt onto her
chest and face.
I got up, my still-hard cock smacking her in the
forehead--and picked her up by the armpits and literally
threw her onto the coffee table. I pushed her onto her
back and pushed her legs apart while pulling her closer
to the edge of the table. I knelt before her 47 year old
pussy and admired the beauty that it was.
Her brown pubic hair was shaved into a neat vertical
strip at the top, and her glorious lips were hot and
puffy and wet. I nosed in for a closer look and began
slowly tracing her lips with my tongue. As I did this, I
reached up to her breasts and rolled her nipples between
my thumbs and forefingers while continuing to lick first
her outer and then inner lips.
I soon moved up to lick and suck her clit while
inserting first one and then two fingers into her
incredibly wet pussy. With each lick her breathing
seemed to increase, and her moans were getting louder,
until I was sure that they could hear us across the
Pacific in China. She came violently, holding my face
between her legs for what seemed like about 10 minutes.
I crawled next to her on the coffee table and we kissed
gently for a few minutes. I got up from the coffee table
and squatted before her juicy cunt on the end of the low
coffee table. I put my cock on top of her furry strip of
pubic hair, and her eyes, which had been closed, popped
wide open. I began to pump back and forth through her
pubic hair when she said, "Oh, we can't have
intercourse. It's not cheating if it's not intercourse."
"OK," I mused, "how about I just slide my dick along the
outside?"
She breathed slightly heavier and said, "That's ok... I
think."
So I knelt before her, and took my cock in my hand and
slid it down from her pubic hair, across her clit, and
down just over her dripping pussy lips. I was on my
third cycle up and down her slit when my cockhead was
right at the opening to her hole, perfectly between her
swollen lips, when Vickie suddenly pushed forward and
took the head of my penis inside her.
"We don't want to cheat," I said, as I pulled out of her
and resumed sliding my dickhead up and down her slippery
pussy. Again, when I was poised right at the entrance to
her cunt, she pushed forward and swallowed the purple
head of my penis between her puffy lips.
"Fuck me now!" she demanded.
I needed no more encouragement. I slowly pushed the
length of my 7 inch shaft inside of her, and, as I
inched into her, her eyes opened wider and wider, and
her mouth formed a perfect "O" as she drew in more
girth. Once I was in all the way, with my densely hairy
pubic hair mingling with hers, I slowly pulled out,
leaving just the tip of my cock between her hot lips.
Her pussy was remarkably tight, easily as tight as my
girlfriend's, and 18 year old high school student.
Quickly, with extreme force, I thrust back into her and
grasped her knees to steady ourselves as I continued
slamming in and out of her.
After several minutes of this, she said, "I want to feel
my tits against your chest. Sit on the couch."
So I pulled out of her and stepped back to the couch.
She grasped my cock and guided it back home into her
still sopping pussy as she sat down on it. As she
started to slide up and down on my pole, she grabbed the
collar of the white button-down shirt I was still
wearing and quickly unbuttoned it, popping a couple of
buttons off in the process, exposing my hairy chest. She
then held her breasts in her hands dragged her stiff
brown nipples through my hair. As she was doing this, I
had started thrusting deeper into her cunt, and I could
feel her pussy muscles tightening. We started kissing
again, and I started thrusting faster and faster.
"I'm going to cum!" I groaned.
"Mmmm...unhhhh!" she cried.
As I started pumping my cum into her, I reached between
us and started rubbing her clit, which sent her over the
edge. Seconds after cumming inside her, her pussy
clamped down on my still erect penis, and she began
convulsing with the most intense orgasm I've ever seen a
woman experience.
We sat there, holding each other, her breasts against my
chest, with my dick still inside her for a few minutes,
until we heard the garage door opening, signaling my
father's return.
We quickly dressed and turned on the TV.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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