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 Title: Bargain with Stepmom Pt.  01


Summary: Stepmom agrees to make amends.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Chapter 1

   The aftermath of my late-night game session with my friends was
everywhere.  There were snack bags all over my room, and the computer
monitor glowed a pale grey in the distance.  There was a pile of sleeping
bags on the floor, and, inside them, my friends.  There was a subtle knock
on my door, it must have been what woke me up in the first place.

   "Come in," I said hoarsely as I searched from my glasses with my
fingertips.  I sat up slowly, slipping the black plastic frames onto the
bridge of my nose.  On the floor the two sleeping bags stirred as my
friends, Chris and Dustin, slowly woke up.  The door opened slowly,
flooding my room with light as my stepmom, Jen, stepped into the room.

   "It's almost noon," she said matter-of-factly.  She stepped over
Dustin's sleeping bag and stood by my bed, her hands on her hips.  She wore
jeans and a tank top with wide, horizontal stripes.  I tried not to stare,
but the stripes outlined the curve of her ample breasts.  She was thin,
with an athletic build, but she had spectacular tits.  I know I should not
have noticed, but hormones dictated otherwise.  "I know it's Saturday, but
I'm not letting you sleep all day."

   "All right," I said, throwing my hands up in mock surrender.  She
laughed.  Behind her Chris and Dustin sat up, shaking their heads and
slowly waking up.

   "Can you boys clear out early?" she asked kindly.  She then leaned in
closer to whisper in my ear.  Her short hair flopped in front of her eyes
and she brushed it aside as she spoke.  "Laura's coming over to use our
shower.  She has repairmen working on her water lines.  I don't care if you
stay, but thing one and thing two have to go." As she leaned in to whisper
I stared at her cleavage, at the tan bra that pushed her tits together, for
as long as I dared.  She stood up and left swiftly, saying a kind goodbye
to Chris and Dustin.  When I looked over at them, they were grinning.

   "What?" I asked.

   "I was just checking out your stepmom's ass," Dustin said in a whisper.
"So, so nice, my friend."

   "Shut up," I groaned.  This was a perennial topic.  Chris and Dustin had
been my friends forever, and they had been ogling Jen since we had
discovered girls.  When my dad passed away when I was twelve, Jen and I
were the only family we had, and I found my friends' newfound lust for her
disturbing.  Over time, I got used to it.  And one day, out of the blue, I
looked at her and something primal stirred inside me.  It was summer, when
I was fourteen, and she was bending over, looking for something in the
refrigerator.  I remember getting hard, my face flush at my instinctual
reaction.

   At first I avoided it, then wallowed in guilt over it.  She was my
stepmother, and while my father had married a much younger woman, I felt
guilty over my attraction to her.  Finally I looked at it as biological
instinct, that it was normal to appreciate a woman with a body like hers.
And now, in my last semester of high school, it was second nature for me to
appreciate the view.

   Dustin and Chris left, but not after making a few more comments about
Jen.  It aggravated me, even though I secretly agreed with them.  From her
blue eyes, to her freckles and short, curly, sandy-brown hair, she was
adorable.  Part of me was aggravated with them for being so immature, and
part of me was territorial and jealous that they were even looking at her.

   Jen was downstairs in the kitchen when I headed down to get some food.
She looked at me and smiled as I grabbed some breakfast.

   "I'm going to be gone for a while, I've got things to do until around
four today," she said casually.  "Can you let Laura in, and stick around if
she needs anything?"

   "Sure," I said.  I liked Laura.  She was my mom's closest friend.  They
met in our church singles group.  While Jen was tall, slender, with a
knockout chest, Laura was shorter, curvy, with enormous tits and a big ass.
She wasn't fat but was built like a renaissance statue.  The idea of her
stopping by did not seem like a bad idea to me.

   Laura rang the doorbell shortly after Jen left.  She was waiting, gym
bag under her arm, as I opened the door.

   "Hey, Steven," she said as I let her in.  "Thanks for letting me use
your shower.  This no hot water thing is torture."

   "I bet," I said, getting a decent look at her bubble butt.  She wore
sweatpants and a zippered jacket, her hair in a messy bun that cascaded
into loose curls.  Her jacket was loose, and she was clearly disheveled. 
Her jacket was unzipped partway, revealing considerable cleavage.  I wasn't
sure if she was aware how much she was showing.

   It was clear she had nothing on under the jacket, and I felt my dick
growing in my shorts, threatening to draw attention to itself.

   "I look like a mess," she said apologetically.  "Sorry."

   "You look great," I said, feeling myself blush.  She smiled, and I
struggled to keep my eyes off her tits.

   "I thought I might use your mom's bathroom, if that's fine with you,"
she said.  "But she mentioned there's a trick to it."

   "Oh, yeah, there is," I said.  "The glass door latch is weird.  I was
supposed to fix it, but I keep forgetting."

   "Can you show me?" she said with a smile.  "I don't want to dump water
all over her bathroom floor."

   "Sure," I said.  I led the way up the stairs and down the hall to Jen's
room.  She had the master suite, with a spacious bathroom and a
glass-walled shower.  "You have the lift the latch as you pull it, or it
won't catch," I said, demonstrating it.

   She nodded, and pulled her bun down, letting her long hair fall down her
shoulders.  She stepped past me and turned on the hot water, feeling how
cold it was.

   "It takes a few minutes to get hot," I said.

   "Okay," she said.  I noticed her zipper had moved a few inches down on
her jacket.  She definitely had nothing on underneath it.  The zipper was
now halfway down, and I could see the entirety of her cleavage.  If it went
lower, I'd see her belly button.  I wondered if she unzipped it on purpose
or it had just slipped down.  We made eye contact and I was self-conscious
about the erection straining against my shorts.  I hoped she hadn't
noticed.

   She crouched down to dig her shampoo and lotions out of her bag.  Her
sweatpants rode low on her hips, and I could see several inches of her bare
ass.  I guessed that she had nothing on underneath.  The idea that she was
in such a state of undress made my dick ache.

   "If you need anything, just call me," I added.  She smiled, and I shut
the door.  I headed down the hall, sitting on my bed.  I could feel my
heart racing and my dick throbbing.  I wanted to relieve the tension, but I
was worried she might finish her shower before I was done.  I was already
really aroused, I didn't want to get even more so if she finished before I
had come.

   Moments later I heard Laura call my name.  I stood up, adjusting my
erection and hurried down the hall.  I knocked, hearing water running.

   "Come in," she called out.

   I hesitated, but she called my name again, so I slowly opened the door.
The room was flooded with steam, the mirrors opaque with fog.  The shower
doors were frosted over, but I could see the shape of Laura's nude body
behind the blurry glass.  I felt myself harden looking at her curves.  This
was the closest I had been to a naked woman.  Even behind heavily fogged
glass, the view was breathtaking.

   "That latch is stuck, and my towel is on the counter she called out. 
Can you throw it over the shower wall, and then open this door for me?"

   "Um, yeah, sure," I said, trying to keep my nerves out of my voice.  I
tossed her towel over the edge, sending steam swirling about her, revealing
more of her shape as she shut off the water.  She wrapped the towel around
her midsection as I approached the door.  The handle was slick from
condensation, and I lifted the door slightly and pulled the latch.  The
door pulled open smoothly, and I stepped back to let Laura out.

   "You're a real hero," she teased, stepping past me.  She grabbed a
second towel and wrapped her hair up in it.  The towel around her body
clung to her curves, her tits practically spilled out of the top of it.  I
took in the sights as long as I dared before turning to leave.  I headed
down the hall, my dick throbbing in my shorts.  I was planning on jerking
off the moment she started her engine downstairs.  I sat at my desk, my
mind tracing every curve, the line of cleavage that almost popped out of
her towel, every inch of her.  I was lost in my reverie when she knocked on
the door frame.

   "Hey," she said.  She was leaning against the open door, still in her
towel.  Her hair was damp, falling around her shoulders.  "You didn't have
to run off."

   "Oh," I said.  "Sorry, I guess.  I thought you'd want some privacy."

   "No," she said simply.  She stepped into my room.  I turned my chair to
face her.  She walked right up to me, a look of determination on her face,
laced with a grin.  She was inches from me when she suddenly straddled my
thigh.  Her body was damp against the leg of my jeans.  I had never been
this close to a woman with this little amount of clothing on her.  I tried
to form words but before I could burst through my general confusion she
kissed me.

   As her tongue entered my mouth I was still trying to register what was
happening.  She pressed against me, the chair back falling back into the
desk.  My hands, on autopilot, touched her legs.  I realized she was
grinding against my leg, rubbing against my jeans, her breath coming in
bursts as we kissed.  I let instinct take over from the shock, and my hands
slid up her legs, under the towel, and grabbed her ass.

   She ground harder against me as I felt her ass with both hands.  She
threw her head back, the towel coming loose and showing most of her tits. I
felt her body shudder as she came, her pussy grinding against my jeans. 
She kept rubbing, the towel slipping down more, until I grabbed the fabric
with one hand and let it fall off her.  She pressed against me, naked,
grinding against my thigh as she buried her face against my shoulder.  I
gripped her ass harder and she rode me, until she cried out, her whole body
tensing up and then releasing.  She leaned against me, breathing hard, her
muscles loose and her body still.

   "Oh, god," she whispered in my ear.  She sat up, finally giving me a
full view of her tits and the triangle of bushy pubic hair pressed against
my jeans.  She got off me, a trail of her wetness dripping onto the wet
spot she made on my jeans.  She pulled me up, kissing me as I stood up.  My
hands found her tits as her hands slid down and worked my belt buckle.  She
deftly opened my jeans and reached down with her left hand, grasping my
member and stroking it gently.  She backed toward the bed, gently guiding
me with the hand wrapped around my throbbing erection.

   We were silent as she pushed me back onto the bed.  She pulled down my
jeans, stripping them off of me before climbing over me.  She kissed me,
her tits pressed against my chest, as the damp hair between her legs ticked
the head of my dick.  I ran my hands down her back, over her ass, gripping
her gently as she kissed me.  Suddenly, with a flourish, she sat up,
straddling me.  Her pussy dripped onto my dick in anticipation.

   She took my erection in her hand, gently guiding my dick upward as she
sank onto it.  I could feel her pussy lips part as the softest, wettest,
warmest sensation I've ever experienced took over me.  She impaled herself
on me, pausing as I slid into her completely.  Slowly, almost painfully
slow, she raised up and lowered herself, savoring the sensation as I filled
her repeatedly.  I was beside myself and gripped her ass as she started to
ride me fast, grinding against me.  Her tits swayed with the rocking motion
of her hips, beads of sweat glistening on her stomach.

   She came a third time, her pussy gripping me as her orgasm reached its
peak.  I gasped, thrusting upward like an animal, lifting her upward as I
exploded inside her.  She gasped as she felt my orgasm merge with hers, my
dick pumping into her.  She fell on top of me, laughing as our bodies gave
in and a wave of pleasure overtook us both.  I kept pulsing, filling her
with cum as we lay there in silence.  Finally spend, she crawled off of me,
leaving a trail of cum dripping out of her and onto my thigh.  She stood
up, picking up the towel and giving me a view of her from behind.  I was
still on the bed, breathing hard, my first sexual encounter with a woman
leaving my mind blank.  She leaned over, tits heaving, and gave me kiss.

   "I really needed that," she said.  She looked me over as I lay there,
panting.  She bent over and kissed me, her tits dragging across my shirt as
she moved lower and kissed the shaft of my dick.  I was covered in her
wetness and my semen, which spread over her lips as she kissed my flaccid
member over and over.  She ran her tongue up and down it, and slowly it
came back to life.  She then sat up, stroking me as she wiped her mouth.

   "I guess I need a little more," she said with a giggle.  She stroked me
until I was completely hard, and then crawled onto the bed.  She put her
shoulders down, head to the side, and raised her ass in the air.  She
parted her legs slightly, and her pussy dripped a mixture of wetness and
cum as she waited.

   I got up behind her on my knees, my hands shaking a little from the
excitement.  The view was marvelous as I approached her.  I slid the head
of my dick against her labia until it popped in an inch.  She gasped
loudly, and I penetrated her fully.

   "That's it," she said.  "Go deep."

   I obliged, thrusting into her.  She was beside herself, her pussy
tightening as I kept thrusting, my hips slapping her ass and making it
jiggle.  She came, crying out as I kept going, her voice deep and throaty
as she moaned.  I was self-conscious about all the noise, but no one was
home, so I kept going.  She came a fifth time, her pussy contracting even
harder, and I finally lost it.  While less intense, my second orgasm was
still powerful, and I emptied what cum I had left into her as I pushed as
deep as I could.  I pulled out of her, my cum rushing out in a torrent. 
She sat down on the bed next to me, her chest heaving.

   "The benefits of youth," she said sweetly to me as she kissed me on the
cheek.  I stood up, a river of cum running down her thigh.  She wiped it
off with the towel she had worn.

   "See you later," she said sweetly, and left the room.  Minutes later I
heard her car engine, the need for me to relieve my sexual tension long
gone.  I lay on the bed for some time.  I felt like my nerves were rewiring
themselves; everything felt different.  The bed sheets on my skin, the
dried cum all over my dick, the air from my fan blowing over me; it was all
new.  Finally, after an hour, I sat up.  My muscles felt like they had
never been used before.  I was figuring out a whole new sensory experience
after having fucked--or, really, having gotten fucked by--Laura.  I looked
in the mirror, my dick slowly regaining some vigor as I played the morning
over in my head.  Soon my dick was throbbing, but the idea of jerking off
so soon seemed like a waste.  Instead, I got a new pair of jeans out of the
dresser and headed downstairs.

   When Jen came home I was reading a book on the couch.  I had resisted
the urge to jerk off but thinking about Laura all day had kept me hard and
leaking pre-cum all over the inside of my jeans.  She dropped her bag on
the table and set next to me on the couch.

   "Big day?" she asked casually.

   "No," I said quickly, then added, "I mean, not really."

   "Cool," she said, nodding.  "Hey, Laura sent me a text; she says you
were very sweet and helped her out."

   "Oh," I said, "yeah.  It was no big deal."

   Jen shifted in her seat, turning to face me.  She threw her legs across
mine, something she had done a hundred times.  I jumped from the contact,
and she laughed.

   "Why so twitchy?" she teased.

   "No reason," I said a little too defensively.

   "Alright," she said, waving her hand.  She looked at me.  "I just
thought you'd be more relaxed."

   "What's that mean?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed as I tried to work out
what she meant.

   "Oh, nothing," she said dismissively.  "What do you want to do for
dinner?"

   "Wait," I said, sitting up.  She withdrew her legs and stood up.  "What
did you mean, you thought I'd be relaxed?"

   Jen blushed, turning to the window to avoid making eye contact.  I stood
up, a feeling of dread rising up inside me.  "Oh, you know," she said. 
"Just because, I guess, maybe helping out Laura wasn't such a bad
thing...you know." She raised her eyebrows, leading me to the logical
conclusion that she knew.

   "I mean," she said, now talking from nerves more than anything else,
"I'm not mad or anything.  You're an adult, so what do I care if my friend
comes over and you two...you know."

   "You knew?" I said, my voice raising.  "Did you know beforehand?"

   "Um...yeah," she said, not meeting my eyes.  In a low voice she added,
"it was sort of my idea."

   "What?" I said, my hands gesturing as I spoke.  "You set me up with your
friend?"

   "I thought you wouldn't mind," Jen said.  "I mean, I've seen you look at
her."

   "Yes, but didn't you think you should maybe ask me?" I said, my temper
flaring.

   "I don't know why you are getting so mad," she said defensively.  "I
mean, you just got some."

   She hit a nerve.  "Yeah, I did.  But if I was a girl, and you were my
stepdad, and sent one of your guy friends over to fuck me, would that be
okay?"

   I had hit a nerve in return, it seemed, because she threw her hands up.
"Oh my god, I get you some action, while helping out a friend, and you flip
out!  I mean, she's been climbing the walls, needing it, and I thought
you'd be more than happy to help.  It's not like it was your first time,
I'm sure."

   I said nothing, and the realization crept across her face.  "Shit," she
said.  "I thought...I always assumed by now you had..." She sat down.  "I
should have asked you first."

   "Yeah, you should have," I said bitterly.  "And now I can always
remember that my first time was with my stepmom's best friend, because she
needed to get laid and my stepmom lent me out."

   My words hit her like a slap in the face.  "I didn't mean it to be like
this.  I thought you'd enjoy yourself, get some from a hot woman.  I didn't
know it was your first time.  And I should have talked to you first, asked
you if you would have wanted to.  I'll...I'll do anything to make it up to
you.  Name it, and it's yours."

   "How about a blowjob?" I said, my voice full of acid.

   I said the words to sting, and they did.  The tears already welling in
her eyes started to spill down her cheeks.  She said nothing, but stormed
passed me, rage etched in her features, as she grabbed her purse and left
the house.  I heard the door slam and I sat down hard on the couch, my
heart hammering in my chest.

   I had meant to hurt her with those word, to turn the situation around on
her, but I still felt guilty for having said them.  On one hand, I had
enjoyed Laura, but I was still humiliated that my stepmom set the whole
thing up.  I bet Laura's shower worked just fine.  I sat around fuming for
a while, then went and showered for a long time.  I thought about Laura but
then I kept getting mad about Jen, and finally left the house to get
something to eat.  When I returned Jen still wasn't home.  Finally, still
mad, I went up to my room and played video games, trying to get my mind off
of everything.

   Around eleven at night Jen knocked on my door.  I said nothing as she
slipped into the room.  She looked like she had been crying a long time. 
Despite what she did, she was my stepmom, the only family I had.  My anger
at having been set up ebbed, and I felt like I needed to offer an olive
branch.

   "Listen, about what I said," I began, but she interrupted me.

   "I'll do it," she said, walking across the room and sitting on the floor
across from me.  When it was clear to her I didn't understand, she
continued.  "A blowjob.  I'll do it.  I humiliated you and...and it's
fair."

   "Jen, really, I didn't mean it," I said, not really processing what she
was saying.

   "No, listen to me," she said.  "I did something pretty terrible.  You're
right, everything you said was right.  Even if it wasn't your first time,
it was callous of me just to assume you'd be ready to go, even if Laura
said you didn't hesitate," she laughed, but grew serious.  She paused,
straightening her posture.  "So, I'm going to give you a blowjob, as a way
of saying I'm sorry."

   "Jen," I said, "you're upset," but again she cut of me off.

   "What I did was demeaning and unfair.  So I'm going to do what you
suggested.  Maybe your dick in my mouth will make up for what I did."

   I had never heard her talk like this.  "You're serious, aren't you?" I
said.

   She nodded.  "Yes, dead serious.  I owe you a blowjob."

   "Right now?" I said, as my voice cracked.

   "No," she said, laughing.  "In a few days.  I need to mentally prepare
for it."

   "Then don't do it," I said.

   "Oh, I'm going to do it.  When I put my mind to something, I don't back
down.  But even though I owe you this blowjob, and I'm doing it willingly,
you have to grant me a few days of processing what I'm about to do to my
stepson, okay?"

   "Okay," I said.  She was tired and upset.  I knew she didn't mean it, so
I agreed to let her process things.  Tomorrow, I was sure, she'd tell me
she had not meant it, and I would tell it that it was all okay.

   She stood up, smoothing out her wrinkles in her jeans.  "And don't think
I'm going to change my mind." She bent forward and kissed the top of my
head, her cleavage in my face.  My dick twitched to life, and then roared
to attention as I thought about what she actually said.  She walked out of
the room, pausing to say goodnight before disappearing down the hall.

   Chapter 2

   I woke up late, having stayed up late thinking about the day's events. I
abstained from jerking off, even though I desperately wanted to.  I still
expected Jen to come to her senses, or at the very least back out in a
panic, but the idea of touching myself still paled in comparison to Laura
fucking me or the thrill of Jen's suggestion.  Even though I knew she
hadn't meant it, the idea that she would even propose such a bargain was
pretty erotic.  I wondered, if she was serious, if I could go through with
it.  Less than ten seconds of contemplation told me that, yes, without a
doubt, I could.  I got dressed in the jeans Laura rubbed up against and
headed downstairs.  Jen was up, bustling about the house as she always did
when she wasn't working.

   "Good morning," I said, stretching.

   "Good morning," she replied with a smile.  "I'm glad you're not still
raging mad at me.  I'm really sorry about what I did."

   "Let's not rehash it," I said kindly.  "Thank you for apologizing."

   She smiled back.  "Thank you for accepting it," she replied.  She came
around the counter wearing a tank top and short khaki shorts.  While Jen's
tits were the main attraction, she did have a cute butt, which was rare on
women as tall and slender as she.  I appreciated her toned legs a lot and
was glad to see her in shorts.  My dick twitched, reminding me of her
bargain.  "I'm guessing you've come to your senses about the blowjob you
offered me last night?"

   "If you don't want one, then say so, because I've made up my mind and
I'm going to do it.  In a few days, if that fits your schedule." She
laughed, tossing her bangs to the side with a flip of her head.

   "Oh," I said.  "I didn't think you were really going to ..."

   "Suck your dick?" she said each word separately, letting the words hang
in the air with a wave of her hand.  "Of course, I am.  I've never backed
away from a promise, sexual or otherwise."

   "Do you have a history of making sexual bargains?"

   "No," she said simply with a shrug.  "I mean, once or twice, sure.  But
never to gain anything.  More often than not it's because I lost a bet or
something.  Like the time I made a bet with my friend in college.  He'd
been wanting and scheming to get me into bed for years.  And we made a bet
during the playoff game that his team would beat mine.  The deal was that
if my team won, he'd paint my apartment.  And if his team won, we'd do it
once.  And we had a party to watch the game.  As the score went toward his
favor I admit I got pretty wet.  With all of our friends there, it got me
even wetter.  I knew by halftime it was over, so I took him back to my
bedroom and let him take me from behind, you know, doggy style."

   To hear Jen talk about sex like this, so frankly and explicitly, had me
hard.  She continued, as if this was as normal as talking about her work
day.

   "It wasn't great, the sex, that is.  I mean, I entered into it
willingly, that's not what I was implying.  But he was really bad at it. 
At least he was quick.  The worst part was that the fourth quarter turned
around and my team won.  So he got some for no reason.  That's what I get
for jumping the gun."

   "Wow, that's...um, kind of crazy.  And hot."

   "Thanks," she smirked.  "There's a lot you don't know about me."

   "Clearly," I said.

   She looked down at my pants, and saw the erection straining underneath.
"Enjoy the story?"

   I blushed, but she continued, "Oh, come off it, Steven.  I understand
how those things work.  Besides, that thing is going to be in my face soon,
so why be embarrassed."

   I paused, then said, "I guess I didn't think about that.  You're going
to actually see it."

   "That's how it usually works," she said with a laugh.  "Unless you want
it totally in the dark."

   "No," I blurted out.

   She laughed.  "I didn't think so.  Any other ground rules we need to set
before the deed?"

   "Well, okay," I said.  "Naked or clothed?"

   "Clothed," she said firmly.

   "Eye contact?"

   "Sure," she said with a wink.

   "Do I have to warn you before I come."

   "Nah, most of the time I don't get a warning.  I mean, I can usually
tell when it's about to happen anyway."

   "Swallow?" I asked hesitantly.  She paused, biting her lip,
contemplating her response.

   "I owe you," she said.  "So I'll swallow, or try to, anyway.  Deal?" She
extended her hand.

   "Deal," I said, shaking it.  "I can't believe this is really happening."

   "Oh, believe it," she said with a grin.  "Since I ruined your first
time, and all."

   "Well, I mean, doing it with Laura wasn't horrible," I said.  "Actually,
it was pretty nice." I worried that telling her that would ruin my chance
at a blowjob.

   "I still should have just asked you if you'd be willing.  So, I still
owe you.  By the way, Laura was very, very complimentary."

   "Really?" I said, blushing.

   "She didn't go into too much detail, but let's just say she had a great
time.  Several times."

   "Yeah," I said, not meeting her eyes.  "It was pretty intense."

   "But I really am sorry," she said.  "The BJ is just part of making
amends."

   "Part?" I said.

   "Sure," She said, standing up.  "I know you like it when I wear shorts
around the house, so I wore them." She turned once, giving me a good view
of her ass.  Her shorts were so small that the bottom of her firm butt
almost peeked out from them.  She sat back down with a flourish, her long
legs propped up on the coffee table.

   "And before you ask how I know," she continued, "I'll just tell you
right away that it's pretty obvious that you walk around with an erection
all day.  I know it isn't always because of me, but I figure, at least some
of time, it must be right?  That's why I guessed that Laura might get lucky
with you, I knew you weren't afraid of older women."

   "You're not that old," I said quickly.

   She laughed.  "True, but old enough.  And to continue my reparations,
let's watch a movie tonight, your pick.  We can even watch that French one
you're so fond of, the one you kept sneaking up to your room when you were
younger."

   I stammered a reply, but she just laughed and continued.  "Don't be
embarrassed, I've seen it before, it's pretty steamy.  And since you and I
share laundry duty I know what you do all night.  Don't worry about it.  We
all get ourselves off, right?"

   "You do?" I asked.

   "I do," she said simply.  "Everyone does, unless they are lying about
it. It's just easier for us girls to conceal the evidence, and whether or
not we're aroused.  You poor guys have to walk about with tent poles in
your pants." She eyed my erection again and stretched.

   "Well, now that we've set the ground rules, I'm heading out for a while.
I'm cooking your favorite dinner tonight." She leaned forward to kiss me on
top of the head.  She left the room, and moments later I heard her pull out
of the driveway.

   I didn't wait to go upstairs.  I had unzipped my jeans and freed my dick
immediately.  It was rock hard, pulsing, and dripping pre-cum.  I ran my
hand up and down the shaft slowly, using my own arousal as lubrication.  My
mind was buzzing, unable to focus, and I was halfway to an orgasm when I
let go violently.  I did not want to come, not yet.  I want to build up, to
really explode for her.  I let my orgasm fade away and began again,
stroking in earnest but stopping short of coming.  I did this three more
times, until I was in agony, and then got out of bed.  I walked around the
house naked and did some chores, my dick throbbing and dripping pre-cum
everywhere.  I was thankful for tile floors.  When my dick finally shrank
down I started to stroke it again, building myself up and stopping. 
Finally, after hours of getting close, I stopped altogether, and let
everything subside and got dressed.

   When Jen came home I was on edge.  I felt a dull ache in my pants, half
pleasurable, half uncomfortable.  She still had her tiny shorts and tank
top on, and she cooked me my favorite dinner, drinking white wine in the
kitchen as she cooked.  I sat with her, enjoying talking to her and
enjoying the view.  After dinner she pulled out the French movie I had
snuck up to my room so many times.  She grinned as put it on, draping her
legs across me as she always did.  I was a little jumpy, and my erection
had me leaking more pre-cum than usual.  The movie was about a young man
discovering sex with his neighbor, and then her mother.  It was very
erotic, with enough full frontal to be enticing to a teenager.  I still
found it thrilling to watch.

   "This is pretty steamy," she said lazily.  She shifted a little, her leg
moving up my thigh.  I twitched, and rested my arm on her calf to keep her
from accidentally bumping my erection.  On screen, the young man was
talking to his neighbor's mother, her flirtation obvious.  In a few minutes
she'd invite him inside, and then unbutton her blouse a few buttons when he
isn't looking.  The would end in a sex scene that usually got me off.

   "I can't believe we even bought this movie," she said.  "It's so
raunchy."

   "I don't mind it," I said.  I knew there was a scene later in the movie
where he gets a blowjob from the neighbor's mom, and I wondered if she
remembered that scene.  "Do you think it's weird?"

   "The movie," she asked.  "No, just a little silly."

   "I meant the BJ," I said.  "I mean, you're my stepmom."

   "Ah," she said, adjusting her head to look at me.  "I see what you mean.
No, not really.  If you can keep a secret, I've done worse.  My sister and
I borrowed our stepbrother's car when he came home from college one year.
And we wrecked his car.  It wasn't totaled, but he'd have to go back to
college without it for a while.  He was pretty mad but didn't let us know.
I felt really bad.  And so, after a night of drinking a little too much, I
offered him a BJ to repay what we did to his car.  I thought he'd say no,
but he went for it, so I went down on him.

   "What I didn't know is that my sister Charlotte had the same idea, but
when she brought it up to him the next day, I guess I had given him so much
confidence that he talked her into going all the way.  So, while all I did
was a BJ, she got taken from behind over the kitchen table.  I guess I got
off easier, so to speak." She laughed at her little joke, and then turned
back to the movie as if what she had just told me was as mundane as a
shopping list.

   I had missed the first sex scene, but I didn't care.  Hearing Jen tell
me that story had my dick and heart throbbing.  To know she had sucked her
stepbrother, had broken some kind of societal norm, and had at least twice
used sex as a tool, made me view her in a different light.  Part of
me--most of me actual--expected her to change her mind.  I was, until that
point--convinced that the blowjob was probably not happening.  But now that
uncertainty was gone, and I was nervous.

   The movie continued, but Jen fell asleep, her legs draped on me still.
The movie ended with the young man in bed with the neighbor, the mother
spying through the door, her face inscrutable.  I shifted her legs to move,
and she partially woke, her eyes still closed.

   "Movie over?" she muttered.  "I'm sorry I fell asleep." She was half out
of it.

   "It's ok," I whispered.  "Do you need help up to bed?"

   She nodded, her eyes still closed.  "She reached out lazily, and I tried
to help her up.  She got up and started to slip back down.  "I'll just
sleep here," she muttered, flopping onto the couch.  "Good night."

   She flopped heavily onto the couch, her tits jiggling under her shirt.
Her legs were spread out, one hanging off the couch while the other was
propped up by cushions.  As I looked her over I could see up her shorts. 
The light blue cotton fabric of her underwear was soaking wet.  I stared as
long as I dared, and then headed to my room, my dick dripping precum down
my leg.

   Chapter 3

   I slept in the next morning.  I woke up with a raging erection but
fought the temptation to deal with it.  I lay there, my pants on the floor,
feeling the cool fabric against my engorged member.  I was in a state of
constant arousal, leaking precum everywhere.  I wondered if it would be
better to jerk off, just to relieve the pressure.  I also wondered if my
long wait would make me last only a second or two in Jen's mouth.  I picked
up my phone to look up the effects of abstention on stamina, when I noticed
I had several text messages from the night before.  My alerts turn off in
the evening, so I had missed them.

   I unlocked my phone and opened the message app.  I had several unread
messages from an unknown number.  The first read "Hi, it's Laura." The
second read "I had a good time, and I was hoping you were up for some for
fun." My dick twitched, and I felt even more pre-cum run down the shaft. 
The third message said "If you need a little incentive..." and was followed
by a picture.  It was of Laura, her shirt pulled down and her tits out. 
They were massive, inviting.  The final message was also a picture.  She
was nude, turned to the side, showing me the side of her breasts as well as
her curvy hips and round ass.

   I texted back "Definitely." Then, thinking a bit, I added, "You look
amazing."

   She must have been on her phone, because seconds later she replied. 
"Thank you!  I thought you'd like them...Are you free soon?" There was a
pause as she sent her next message, which was a picture of her lying in
bed, topless, and a text that read, "I feel like skipping work."

   "Good morning," I head from the door.  I dropped my phone, adjusting the
sheet over my dick.  Jen stood in the door frame, looking at me.  "Did I
interrupt anything?"

   "No," I said, "Just waking up."

   "I see," she said.  She was dressed for work.  I fidgeted, trying to
hide my erection.  She walked into the room and sat on the bed.  "Any plans
today?"

   "No," I said, shaking my head.  I realized my sheets had wet spots from
all of the pre-cum, but I tried not to draw attention to them.

   "Good.  Tonight, let's watch a different movie.  My pick, okay?" She
leaned forward to kiss me on top of the head.  Her shirt opened, showing me
her cleavage.  She noticed my eyes, and I turned red.  "Sneaking a peak,
huh?  She was still leaning forward and raised her head and lowered her
torso, showing even more of her cleavage.  As she did, she right arm bumped
against my rigid member.

   I stammered an apology but she just laughed sweetly.  "I know how they
work, Steven.  You can't hide that thing under a thin sheet." She paused,
bumping it again with her arm.  Then she sat up, biting her lip.  She had a
mischievous look on her face.  She got up and then sat down softly on my
lap.  Her ass pressed against my dick, pinning it against my stomach.

   "The first time I sat on someone's hard on," she said sweetly, "I was
surprised, but I pretended not to notice." She ground against me subtly,
grinning.  She wore leggings, so there was minimal fabric between us.  Her
flowery top cascaded over her hips.  I was trapped as she sat right on my
dick, her ass gently rubbing against me.  "It's amazing that something so
soft can get so hard," she mused.  She kept barely moving, her ass pressed
against me.

   I couldn't take it anymore.  Days of not touching myself, days of sexual
frustration and anticipation erupted from deep inside me.  I came, my dick
pulsing violently against her ass.  My dick kept pulsing, flooding the
sheet around me, soaking through it.  Jen took it all in stride, as if this
were completely normal.  She remained still as the aftershocks of my orgasm
rippled through me, and then stood up.  There was a massive wet spot on her
black leggings.  She looked them over, and then at the mess on the sheets.

   "I'm going to change, then I'm going to work," she said.  She kissed me
on the cheek, lingering as I looked down her shirt.  "See ya, Steven," she
said sweetly.

   She gave me a grin and left the room.  I lay there for a bit, and then
picked up my phone and sent Laura a text message.  "Are you free in an
hour?"

   After Jen left I showered and headed over to Laura's house.  She greeted
me in a white t-shirt and faded jeans.  The jeans were low-rise, and her
shirt was cropped so a bit of her midriff was showing.  Her wide hips
swayed as she led me into the house.

   "I'm glad you wrote me back," she said, looking over her shoulder. 
Despite having come a massive amount an hour beforehand, I was hard just
looking at her.  I knew that she talked to Jen, but I didn't know if she
knew that I knew about it.  That convoluted logic had me thinking as I got
ready to see her.  I wondered just how badly Laura wanted to get laid.  I
figured pretty badly, so I pressed my luck.  I stepped close to her,
putting my hands around her waist.  She stopped walking, and I pulled her
close to me.  I pressed against her from behind, sliding my hands under her
shirt.  I lifted her shirt off in one motion, tossing it over my shoulder
as I turned her around.  She had nothing underneath, and her impressive
tits were heaving with each breath.

   I hooked two fingers into the waistband of her jeans and pulled her
close.  This action was so familiar, so forward, and she responded in kind.
She pressed against me as I unzipped her jeans.  She had nothing on
underneath them as well, and my hand slid over her bushy pubic
hair--already damp--and over her wet labia.

   "What do you want to do?" she whispered in my ear.  "I'm yours."

   "I have some ideas," I said, unzipping my jeans.  Without hesitation she
dropped to her knees and pulled my dick out.  She immediately took it into
her mouth, moaning as it slid into her mouth.  I held her hair gently,
guiding her as she sucked my dick.  Her tits swayed as she moved back and
forth, her hands on my ass as she took me deep into her mouth.  I stepped
back, enjoying the view as she sucked me on her knees.  I pulled my phone
out of my back pocket and held it up.  She nodded, leaning back on her
hands as I snapped a few pictures of her like that.  Then I kicked off my
jeans and pulled off my shirt.  I helped her up, and then surprised her
again by scooping her up into my arms.  She laughed as I held her, her tits
pressed against me.

   "Bedroom's upstairs," she said, her voice almost inaudible.  I carried
her upstairs to the bedroom, setting her gently on the bed.  She spread her
legs, her chest heaving in anticipation.  She was dripping wet, and I
wanted to taste her.  I knelt between her legs and then went down, my
tongue gliding over her labia.

   "Oh fuck, yes," she cried out as my tongue encircled her clit.  She
clamped down on me with her thighs.  I licked her clit with focused
intensity, while I gently probed her pussy with two fingers.  I slid into
her, feeling the upper wall of her pussy until I heard her moan out loud. I
concentrated my fingers' efforts there while licking her furiously, and
soon I felt the walls of her pussy pulse hard around my fingers.  She cried
out, clamping harder with her thighs, bucking her hips.  I held on through
her orgasm, enjoying the feeling of her losing control.  I kept licking,
thrusting with my fingers, and she came again, moaning my name as her whole
body shook.

   "Stop," she cried, and I sat up.  My face dripped with her wetness.  "I
want you inside me right now," she said.  I knelt between her and guided my
swollen member into her.  I slid in effortlessly.  She was so wet I could
hear myself penetrate her.  She gasped once I had entered her completely. I
leaned back and started to thrust into her.  Her tits shook as our bodies
slapped together.  She made a whimpering sound, and I leaned forward,
bracing myself with my arms as I collapsed against her.  I ground right
against her clit, my mouth searching over her tits, gently biting her
nipple as I buried my face in her soft flesh.

   The clit grinding did the trick, and she came.  She wrapped her legs
around me as I thrust against her, feeling her pussy grip my dick as her
orgasm overwhelmed her.  She cried out, whimpering and moaning as I kept
thrusting into her.  I was getting close and I wanted to enjoy myself
longer, so when her climax ended I pulled out of her.  She was breathing
hard, and I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over.  She raised her
ass in the air, parting her legs slightly.  Her pussy was dripping strands
of wetness.  My dick was covered in her wetness, and as I got behind her to
guide myself back in even more came out of her.

   "Fuck me hard," she said, her voice hoarse.  I obliged, thrusting into
her, making her ample ass jiggle as I slapped against her.  I reached
forward and grabbed her hair, holding it in my right hand as my left hand
held her ass.  She arched her back as I fucked her hard, her pussy
tightening as she came yet again.  She moaned louder, calling my name, and
I lost it.  I knew I was about to come, and I thrust deep into her and
erupted.  She fell forward and I popped out of her pussy, still shooting
cum.  Thick ropes of it flew up her back and splattered her ass.  She
laughed as I kept coming, coating her with it.  Despite having come an
enormous load earlier, it seemed I had a lot left in me.

   I fell down next to her, my dick pressed against her thigh.  We were a
sticky mess, glistening with sweat and breathing hard.  She rolled onto her
side to face me.  Her thighs were wet from her pussy, and her messy hair
was just about the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

   "Mmmm, thank you," she said lazily, running a hand over her left breast.
I rolled onto my back as she got out of bed, walking to the mirror and
pulling her hair up in a bun.  I watched the cum drip down her back and off
her ass as she spoke.  "Listen, Steven, this is fun, right?  I want to be
honest with you, to let you know that this is really great, but I'd like to
keep it like this.  Just sex."

   I nodded, my chest heaving.  She walked over to me and sat on the edge
of the bed.  Her pussy was still leaking, leaving a mess everywhere.

   "Good," she said.  "Because this, this is pretty amazing." She gestured
at the two of us.  "Can I see you again soon?"

   "Yes," I said, sitting up.  I was spent, a complete mess, and oddly
enough, hungry.

   "I'll text you," she said, kissing me once.  "I've got to get to work,"
she sighed.  "And I've got to seriously clean up."

   When I got home I ate voraciously and then took a long shower.  I was
glad that Laura wanted to keep things completely physical, because I didn't
know how I'd be able to date a forty-year-old woman anyway.  I was happy to
provide what she needed, because most men of any age would give anything
for one chance with her.  While I showered she had sent me a photo of
herself fresh from the shower, with the caption "I'm still dripping wet." I
knew what she meant.  My dick roared back to life as my mind replayed our
morning together.

   When Jen came home from work I had been walking around with an erection
for hours.  It had ebbed and returned throughout the day, and when she
changed from her work clothes it was back to full attention.  She had a
pleated skirt and a tank top on, her long legs catching my attention.  Her
sandy hair fell in front of her eyes, and each time she flipped it away I
felt an emotion I could not describe.  It was more than lust, and certainly
not guilt.

   We talked about our day, and then she took me out to dinner.  It was an
open-air restaurant that overlooked a lake, a quiet place where we sat in a
corner table in relative isolation.

   "So, about this morning," she said.  "I hope that was okay.  You're not
upset, right?"

   "Um, no," I said.  "Of course not.  I was surprised, sure, but not mad.
I mean, it's been a weird week, right?  You send your friend over to get
some, without telling me.  Then you say you'll go down to repay me, and
then today you sit on it and I come.  I mean, you've got to take these
things in stride."

   She laughed, "I'm glad, because it has been a weird week.  When I set it
up with Laura, I worried if I was doing the wrong thing.  And then, well,
let's just say it's taken a lot to get to where we are.  Besides, you
looked like you were going to explode for days.  I wanted your blowjob to
last more than ten seconds.

   "Once I blew a boyfriend after he had been gone for a week.  I don't
think I even got it past my lips when he came.  Which was fine and all, but
if your stepmom's going to suck your dick, I think it should last a little
while, so I can really make amends for not talking to you about Laura
first."

   We ate and made small talk, the whole time that indescribable feeling
coming and going.  When we got home she made a bowl of popcorn and put on a
movie.  It was also French, one I had never seen before.  She sat sideways
next to me, throwing her legs over me.  Her skirt was already short, and it
rode up a bit as she got comfortable, so her bare thighs almost up to her
ass were visible.  The movie was subtitled and opened with a young man
sitting on the beach, naked.  He was probably in his early twenties but was
playing a few years younger.  He was reading, his eyes occasionally
scanning the horizon.

   The scene cut to the water, where a woman was emerging from the surf. 
She was nude, a curvy brunette with massive tits and wide hips.  The camera
closed in on the water dripping off her tits and bushy pubic hair.  These
French, they know how to make a movie, I thought to myself.  Jen shifted a
little, one leg sliding toward my knees and one sliding closer to the
erection that strained against my jeans.  The movie shifted cameras back to
the young man, whose dick was now erect as he looked at the woman
approaching him.  The dialog started, and I almost jumped in my seat.

   It was his stepmother.

   They spoke as the woman on screen sat next to him on the towel,
seemingly oblivious to his erection.  The scene shifted to the evening,
where the woman was in the bathroom, showering, and he was watching her
through a crack in the door.  Jen's leg bumped my erection accidentally,
and I put my hand on her knee to stop her.  My eyes roamed over her legs,
and her tits which were almost vacuum sealed in her tight tank top.

   "Interesting movie choice," I said.

   "Hmm," she replied absentmindedly.  "Oh, yeah.  I saw this years ago.  I
thought you might like it, since you have a thing for French movies." She
emphasized the word French and slightly adjusted her legs on mine.  My hand
moved up her thigh involuntarily.

   We watched the movie in silence.  The popcorn sat on the coffee table,
untouched.  The movie plot was straightforward.  Stepmom and stepson on
holiday.  Lots of nudity because its French.  He keeps making overtures at
her, and she ignores them, but secretly she is attracted.  The movie's
climax--so to speak--was when the stepmom enters his room.  She had a thin
robe on, and dropped onto the floor with a flourish.  Then she takes off
his pants, and there was a simulated sex scene between them.  The scene
ended and Jen paused the movie.  She sat up, pulling her legs off of me.  I
was about to ask her what was up when she turned to face me, and put her
hands on my zipper.

   She grinned and unzipped my jeans.  Wordlessly she reached in and freed
my dick.  It sprang out, ready and dripping.  She then got on her knees on
the couch and leaned forward.  Her tits rested against my thigh and her ass
was in the air as she kissed the shaft of my dick.  Her wet lips pressed
against my dick, and she ran her tongue along its length.  I leaned back as
she took me into her mouth as far as she could, and then released me
altogether.  She sat up on her knees, grinning.  Her lips glistened.

   "Take off your pants," she said quietly.  I slid them off, kicking them
onto the floor.  She bent over and resumed, taking me in her hand and
working the shaft with a gentle grip as she bobbed up and down.  Her tits
kept rubbing against me, her tank top showing a great deal of cleavage. 
Her pleated skirt shifted, sliding up her back and revealing black cotton
underwear.  My hand ran over her short hair as she sucked my dick slowly,
pausing every so often to give it a few good strokes.  I ran my hand up her
back and over the top of her ass.  As I did, she let go of my dick and took
it even further into her mouth.  She paused as I reached the back of her
mouth, focusing her movements there.

   She moaned softly as she continued to suck me, twisting her hand around
my shaft as she bobbed up and down.  I gripped her ass harder, knowing that
I was getting closer to coming.  She took me out of her mouth, gripping my
shaft hard, and slid her lips over the length of my dick.  I came, spurting
a thick rope of cum high in the air.  In landed in her hair, and as the
second burst of cum issued out of me she opened her mouth and took me back
in as that second rope hit her cheek.  She swallowed as I kept coming, my
dick pulsing in her mouth.

   "Oh my god," I said, sinking hard into the couch as I kept pumping cum
into her mouth.  She swallowed all of it, and then lay her cum-splattered
cheek on my thigh and curled up in a ball next to me.  She reached for the
remote, wordlessly, and started the movie again.  The simulated sex scene
continued, until they panned away, and I saw that the young actor had
indeed penetrated the actress.  They continued to actually fuck on screen
for a minute, and then he grunted and came inside her.  The scene faded to
black.

   The rest of the movie was about their sadness at vacation's end and a
return to the regular world.  There were hints that things would continue
as the final scene faded to black.  The credits scrolled past and Jen
flopped onto her back, her tits jiggling in her shirt.  She was still
laying on my thigh, dried cum on her cheek and in her hair.  She was inches
from my flaccid dick, which still dribbled a little bit of semen onto my
thigh and, now, into her hair.

   "Even?" she said mischievously.

   I nodded, and she grinned.  "I can't describe how amazing that was. 
Thank you."

   "You're welcome," she beamed.  She was upside down from my perspective,
and her blue eyes were brilliant and alive.  That odd feeling returned,
even in my sexually satisfied state.  "After Laura, I wanted to make it up
to you, but I didn't know how until you had the best idea of all time."

   "Thanks," I said, laughing.  "But, listen, I need to tell you something.
Laura sent me some texts, and wanted to get together, you know.  For some
casual sex."

   "I know," Jen said with a grin.  "She asked me, first.  I figured you
could make up your own mind about it."

   "But you still went through with it?" I said.

   "Of course I did.  I said I would, didn't I?  Besides, it wasn't
torture, you know.  I happen to like doing that."

   "And you're cool with my visiting Laura?" I said.

   "I don't' know," she said, frowning and biting her lip.  She rolled onto
her stomach, her legs in the air.  Her eyes were inches from my dick, which
was starting to harden slightly.  "Do I have to keep sucking you?"

   "I hadn't thought about it," I said.  "No, I guess you don't."

   "How about I suck you anyway," she said, taking my turgid member in her
hand.  "Since my friend is calling you up to get laid.  I feel responsible
for putting you in this situation."

   "If it eases your conscience," I said, and she engulfed my dick in her
mouth.  Within a minute I was fully erect, my hand on her ass under her
skirt as she bobbed on my dick again.  She raised her ass in the air,
darting a hand between her legs.  The skirt hid her hand but she rubbed
furiously as she sucked my dick a second time.  I took my other hand and
gently held her short hair, guiding her up and down on my dick.  I thrust
my hips upward, fucking her mouth as she moaned.  She came, her body
shaking as my dick popped out of her mouth.  It rested against her face as
she cried out from her climax.  She took me back into her mouth, rubbing
herself even harder.

   Jen came again, and again, until I lost count.  She stopped rubbing and
gripped me with both hands, stroking me until I gasped loudly.  I came, and
this time several shots hit her face and hair before she could get me back
into her mouth.  I was exhausted, my entire body spent, and as I pulsed cum
onto her mouth most of it leaked back out.  She, too, was tired.  When I
stopped coming she gently pushed me back on the couch, and then lay next to
me.  My dick, sticky with cum, rested against her bare thigh.  She took my
arm and put it around her waist, nestling tight against me.  We slowly
drifted into sleep, our bodies plastered together, or breathing shallow and
slow.

   End of Part 1

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