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Stepmother (mf, teen, anal, oral, f-solo)
Aono Author (1990)

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From my early teens, I can remember my step-mother as a very sensual
woman. My dad was always away on tour with a concert band, and we lived
happily together in a small apartment. She had lots of friends, male and
female. And me, who she often called the real man in her life.

I used to like to watch her get ready to go out, and would often follow
her from room to room while she took her bath and wriggled into her
clothes. She'd laugh if I got a hard on and tell me I was a growing up too
fast. She liked to tease me by getting me to help her get dressed. She
always put on her nail polish first. Then she'd flutter her nails in the
air, drying them, while she got me to hook her garters to her stockings
and corral her gorgeous tits into the cups of her bra. Her panties would
be the last to go on and I'd get a long lingering view of her cunt from
close quarters while I wrestled them onto her.  She was always very
patient when I wanted to look.  Lying back on the bed she'd spread her
thighs and relax while I studied it. She liked to watch the expressions on
my face as I tried to memorize every curly hair, and every drop of
moisture that clung to it.

We started bathing together when I was about fourteen. She liked to
soap my balls and slide the rich lather up and down my prick until I was
on the verge of coming.

Then it would be my turn. I'd do her back first before
she'd turn to let me cup her tits and massage their fullness in my soapy
hands.  Her feet, propped on the ledge of the tub, signaled that she was
ready for me to do her cunt. I'd comb my fingers through the thick mat of
auburn hair, parting the lips as I went. She'd lean back against me,
pulling her knees up to her chest so that I could soap her thoroughly from
navel to anus.

It was in the tub that she showed me her clit for the first time. She
likened it to a miniature penis, complete with a hood  that rolled back
when she was aroused. And she was aroused a lot. 'A man who knows how to
enchant a woman's clit will always have a woman to fuck,' she explained.
'A woman's clit is the key to her sexual happiness.'

That revelation led to a lesson in cunnilingus. I learned the soft
lingual strokes that bring a woman off. For the first time, I experienced
the musky taste and the heady smell of cunt; a flavor and aroma that has
become a near addiction for me to this day.

The pleasure my step-mother got from my wobbling tongue filled me with
pride and made me want to do it more. She was one of those women who never
got enough of licking and she'd let me do it almost whenever I wanted.

When I went away to university, it was my stock in trade, and I
developed a bit of a reputation among the women.  On trips home, my
step-mother would always ask me about my sex life. She liked to know the
names of the girls and where they were from, even though she'd never met
them. It delighted her to hear of how the 'horny little pussies', as she
called them, lost control over a little tongue. In truth, I thought she
was a bit jealous that they were enjoying the fruits of her teaching.

Fucking was something that took her more time to introduce. She'd lay
on her back and rub my shaft between her cunt lips, but for the longest
time she wouldn't let me put the head in. It drove me mad to be so close
and yet be so resolutely denied.

The night she gave in was the most memorable evening of fucking I've
ever experienced. Tired of being turned down, I had told her that the sex
between us was finished; that I was bored with her. Other, younger women
were coming into my life and I wanted to save my energies for them.

Her initial reaction was rage. She screamed at me for my insensitivity
and berated me for being short-sighted and selfish. And then she cried.
Deep, heartfelt sobs that shook
her to the core. Her bare breasts quivered like molded jello and great
salty tears splashed onto them from above.

The anguish was genuine and I felt great sympathy for her. I tried to
focus on minutiae to relieve the oppressive weight of guilt that
surrounded me. The ends of her breasts were like rounded eyes staring
accusingly; the centers, stiffened stubs of pink crepe that thrust at me
like pointing fingers.

In the midst of her grief, their arousal seemed strangely out of
context. Then, the fragrance of her dewy petals, fresh and pungent,
reached my nostrils. There was moisture seeping through the forest between
her legs, saturating the curls and soaking the slit. A glazed look of
unbridled lust glittered in her eyes. Turned on by her own suffering, she
smoldered with the basest of carnal appetites.

'I want to fuck you,' she ventured in scarcely more than a whisper.

'Why now? You had your chance. Why now when there are a dozen other
younger women I could fuck?'

The tears again. Nipples glowing like embers, straining to give off
their warmth. 'I'm very wet inside. I want your prick so badly ...'

At thirty eight she was still one of the best looking women I knew.
Kneeling naked in front of my chair, with her tear streaked cheeks and her
tits heaving; there wasn't a cunt in a thousand miles that I would have
rather done.

'I'll be the best fuck you'll ever have,' she offered to my silent
stare. Her fingers found my ram-hard cock and she smiled sweetly.
'Please...       ...please...'

My prick felt like it was wrapped snugly in a sopping silken sleeve.
She was wonderfully tight and slippery. Her ass moved with a sensual grace
like no other woman I'd ever been with before or since.  There was a
confidence to her, as if she knew she was a great fuck;  as if she knew
how good her cunt felt on a man's cock.

It was different than the frenetic little fast fucks I'd had with high
school girls. She wasn't rebelling, or doing me a favor, or trying to be
hip. There was no worry that it would hurt, or taste bad, or that I'd get
come on her jumper. Just the pure luxury of her warm undulating pussy
inexorably milking white hot lava through my dick.

'You fuck very well,' she complimented with half-lidded eyes. 'Your
cock has good instincts;  too good for the horny little pussies at
school.'

'They don't take four years to spread their legs and fuck,' I reminded.

'Four years? I've wanted you much longer than that.'

Her hips began to move with more urgency.  Each stroke brought a little
whimper of exertion as she put more vigor into the rotations of her ass. A
damp glow of perspiration bathed her nakedness.

'I want to drown your nuts in my juice, and smother your prick in the
depths of my cunt,'  she confessed in a voice thick with desire.

Her hand reached between my legs and rolled my balls on the tips of her
fingers. Without warning, her finger plunged into my anus and wrenched a
gasp from my throat.

Buttocks no longer in contact with the bed, she arched off the
mattress. Her firm belly rose above the length of my cock. Like a second
mouth, her slit swallowed and retreated and swallowed again; clasping,
repeating the rhythm, spreading her wetness, anointing my belly with the
juice from her own.

'Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,' she pleaded, grinding her cunt against me.

At the first hint of ejaculation her velvet walls clamped firmly to my
pulsing shaft. Her fingers pressed hard just behind my swollen balls,
rubbing in a little circular motion that had my knob twitching like a
horse's flank. Somewhere, inside my youthful belly, a
dam burst, sending hot come cascading through my balls. It shot along my
straining cock like an electrical surge, igniting flash fires of
paralyzing pleasure. Spurt after spurt of white jism rode wave after wave
of pure ecstasy.

And then she came, ranting like a crazed slut, urging me deeper as my
nuts emptied into her gluttonous cunt. Eyes closed and lips pulled back in
a grimace of intense pleasure, she writhed, gasping and shaking, totally
consumed by the gratification of her wanton needs.

We got very little sleep that night. Each time my wilted root shrank
with exhaustion she nurtured it back to life. Her elegant mouth coaxed
away its reluctance, sucking and licking with a tenacity that would not be
denied. In the those all-too-brief interludes when my tortured cock
flopped, as if in death, against my belly, she pressed her tireless mound
to my mouth urging and approving my ministrations with breathless whimpers
and shrieks. In the wee hours of the morning when my empty balls ached
and my prick could no longer stand, she masturbated. With my cheek pressed
to her belly, I watched her fingers strum their practiced rhythm and
listened to the sensual whispers of her carnal litany. She told me of the
lonely nights she spent savoring the memories of my youthful naughtiness,
and confessed the enviousness she felt thinking of me spilling my seed in
the young pussies at school. It was nearly dawn before her lips were
stilled and her hand rested quietly on her belly.



Still the best fuck I've ever had, my step-mother is in her early
fifties now. The sauciness of her breasts and buttocks have eased into a
firm ripeness befitting the prime of her life.  Elegant on her feet and
inspired on her back, she moves graciously from lady to libertine as
quickly as a man can draw his breath. Though I'm happily married, there is
yet no one that I'd rather fuck than my stepmother. Good pussy is like
good wine. It gets better with age.