Arcana Erotica

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Mom and Wife
by Peter Teamo

Chapters : 1

Kristen was at the door, greeting the mailman before he had a chance to deposit the letters in the mailbox.  He laughed.  “Eager today, aren’t you Mrs. Nicholas?  Well, you won’t be disappointed.”  Even as he handed her the mail, she could see the letters she had been waiting for, their edges marked with distinctive stripes.

She thanked the mailman, tossed the other mail aside, and pressed the letters to her breast.  There were three of them.  It often happened that way, Clint wrote every day, but the mail from Iraq was sporadic, and she had gone as long as two weeks without mail.  Missing and delayed mail,  letters delivered out of order--those were things all military wives had to get used to.  Perhaps even she would, in time.

Kristen had not always been a military wife.  She married Clint six years ago, just after his first tour in Iraq.  He was now half-way through his third.  He already had enough time in to retire, and he would be leaving the Army at the end of this tour.  He would be 39, and she 36, both still young enough to enjoy a lot more life together.  And then they would buy an RV and just go.  They would never be rich, but his Army retirement would be enough for them to live on.

Clint had been the best thing ever to happen to her.  She had been wild in high school, and she’d lived with three different lovers before she met Clint.  At first it had just been sex, wild and free, six months of it.  Then, just before he was to go back to Iraq the second time, they realized they were in love--the first time she had really been in love in her entire life.  The only problem was his son from his first marriage.  Her life had been far from exemplary, how could she be a mother to a fifteen-year-old boy?

But Clint had convinced her to give it a try, and she only had God to thank for that.  It turned out that Mark was old enough that he didn’t really need much “mothering,” and he became more of a companion than a son.  Without his presence, she didn’t know how she would have endured the long absences of her husband.  So, now she had two wonderful men in her life.  Father and son.  She had come to love the one almost as much as the other.

All those things passed through her mind as she sat down at the dining room table and opened the first of the three love missives from her husband.

Mark found her that way, lost in a reverie, two hours later when he came home from work.  “Hi, Mom,” he said, bending to give her a kiss on the cheek.  “So you’ve finally heard from Dad.”  He drew up a chair across from her.  “May I read them?”

She smiled as she handed him the envelopes.  “Just skip the X-rated spots.”

“I’m old enough,” he said with a wink.  “Remember, I had my twenty-first birthday last month.”  He picked up the first letter and spread it flat.

He was much quicker at reading them than his stepmother had been. Halfway through the second one, he murmured, “He almost got it on that raid.”

“He didn’t say that, did he?” Kristen said with concern.

“You have to read between the lines.”

“But he said he’s not in any real danger.”

Mark gave his stepmother a quick glance.  “Yeah, Mom, you’re right.”

A couple minutes later, he set the last of the letters aside.  “Wow!” is all he said.

“What do you think?”

“The whole idea is...bizarre.”

“Read it again,” she said softly.

He picked up the last letter and searched through it.

“Aloud.  I like to hear your voice.  It’s deep, like your father’s.  When you read his words, I can easily imagine him saying them.”

Mark cleared his throat.  “’My darling, have you heard of boudoir photos?  Those are sexy pictures that a woman has taken of herself just for the eyes of her husband or lover.  Sometimes the guys show them around.  You can’t believe how many naked wives I’ve seen.  Ha!  Ha!  But don’t worry, darling, even if I see them, I think of you.

“’Sometimes I think it would be nice to have something like that myself.  But I’d never show anything like that around.  Not me.  Something like that is too private.  And I’d never want some stranger taking pictures like that of you.  But Mark is pretty good with a camera. Remember the pictures he took on that last vacation trip?  Looking at them was almost like reliving the whole experience.

I know I’m asking a lot of you, and to be honest, I wouldn’t even think about it if I was sure I would be coming back to you.  But things are getting rough, over here, babe--‘”

A sob caused Mark to look up.  His stepmother was holding a handkerchief to her eyes.  “His letters have never been so gloomy.  He doesn’t think he’s going to make it.”

Mark reached across and squeezed her hand.  “He’ll be okay, Mom.  He’s just...going through a bad time.  Dad’s a brave man.”

“Brave men get killed over there every day by those damn suicide bombers!”

He patted her hand.  “He’ll be okay.”

Kristen dabbed away her tears and lifted her chin.  “Go ahead, honey.  Finish the letter.”

Mark found his place and continued, “’I would never want you to do this with another guy--or even a girlfriend.  Maybe I’m jealous.  Ha!  Ha!  But Mark is family.  I know you still think of him as a little boy.  But he’s old enough now.  You wouldn’t have to take everything off, although those are the best kind.  I know it would be awkward, at first, for both of you, but--shit!  I should never have suggested this.  It’s probably this heat--drives a man a little crazy.  I’m sorry.

“’And, Mark--I know you’re reading this, you little shit.  Take care of your mother, you hear?  She’s a Nicholas woman--that means you and I are both responsible for her.  And if anything should ever happen to me, just remember--you’re a chip off the old block.

“”Okay, I’ve already said more than I should.  This last is just for you, babe.  I love you, and I think of you every night and I can’t wait until I can fuck you again for real.  I’m getting warts on my damn hand.  Ha!  Ha!’”

Mark chuckled and put the letter down. “Sorry.  That X-rated part snuck up on me.”

‘That’s your father.  He can’t go a day without sex.”

“Yeah, I’m the same way.”

“Do you--“

“Don’t ask.”

“Women do it, too, you know--God, I miss him.”

“Yeah, well, from the sounds of things, he misses you a lot, too.”

“It is a bizarre idea, isn’t it?”

“You know Dad.”

“Enough to know that he really wants those pictures.  Do you think you could do something like that?”

He gave her a wink.  “You take off your clothes, babe, and I’ll be happy to take the pictures.”

She laughed.  “Oh, Mark!  The way you said ‘babe’ just then, you sounded just like your father.  You’re very much like him, you know.”

“You think so?”

She nodded.  “Having you around has made him being gone so much easier to bear.  It’s like he left a piece of himself behind.”  She paused for a moment. “ I’d do anything for him, you know, anything he asked.”

“The pictures?”

”It would be embarrassing, I know--“

“For me, too.  But it’s probably be like jumping into an unheated swimming pool.  Cold, at first, but fun, once you get used to it.”

“So, you wouldn’t mind?”

“Mind?  Seeing you naked?  Shit, Mom, I fantasize about you at night.”

“Really?  Me?”

“It’s not like you’re my real mom.  She’s not sexy, anyway.”

“Mark!  You’re terrible!”

“You think so?  In my fantasies I’m really cool and suave.”

She laughed.  “There’s nothing suave about either of the Nicholas men.  Do you really want to do this?  Put flesh to your fantasies?  It might make things worse.”

“I’m willing to take that chance,” he said with a grin.  “Anyway, it’s Dad’s idea, not mine.  And you said you’d do anything for him.”

“That didn’t mean getting naked together with his son.”

“Together with?”

“You don’t think I’m going to parade around naked in front of you all by myself, do you?  I’m curious, too, you know.  I missed seeing you as a child, but I’ve watched you grow from a gangling youth to a nicely developed young man.  And, like you said, I’m not your real mom, just your step mom.  I have fantasies, too, you know.”

“You?  About me?”

“Let’s not go there.  We’ve already said more than we should.  Fantasies should remain private.”

“Maybe...we shouldn’t do this,” said Mark.

“We probably shouldn’t.”

He grinned.  “But it could be fun.”

“It will be fun,” she agreed, casting all her reservations aside.  “Let’s do it tonight, right after dinner.”

Mark would have rushed through dinner, but Kristen dawdled.  She wasn’t sure she was doing the right thing, after all.  Sure, Clint wanted it, but she was afraid maybe she wanted it, too.  Which didn’t seem quite right.  She wasn’t an exhibitionist, but the butterflies that were fluttering in her stomach weren’t from nervousness, but anticipation.  It was like when Clint would kiss her and talk with her at dinner, starting their foreplay with his eyes, long before they settled together to get intimate.  But, now, she wasn’t with Clint....

“Mom, you know what would really be cool?”

She looked up from the last bite of apple pie that she’d been pushing around on her plate.  “What?”

“You know that dress you wore for that New Year’s party a couple of years ago that Dad liked so much?  That colorful one with all those black and white and red squares?”

She caught her breath.  That dress...that party...so many memories.  “You...remember that dress?”

He grinned.  “I’ve pictured you in it--many times.  I’ll bet Dad has, too.”

“I-I don’t know if I can still fit in it.”

Mark gave her body a quick once-over, and then smiled.  “Don’t worry, Mom.  Do your face and hair, too, Mom.  You’ll look sexy as hell.”

“Did you have any other...special requests?”

“That black bra--“

“My black bra?  How do you know about my underwear?”

“Mom!  We share laundry duties.  Remember?”

“Okay, black bra and panties--“

“Black shoes, no panties.”

“No panties?  Mark--“

“Trust me, Mom.  I think I know what will turn Dad on.”

“Are you sure we’re not talking about what will turn you on?”

He winked at her.  “Hey, it’s not my fault Dad and I share the same taste in women.  It’s genetic.”

Just remember, his father had said, you’re a chip off the old block.  She caught her breath.  It was as if someone had punched her in the stomach.  “Mark...  I’m not sure I can trust you.”

He chuckled.  “You probably can’t, but Dad does.  He says so in the letter.”

“Your father is halfway around the world.”

“And you don’t think he knows what he’s doing?  Come on, Mom.  You need to read between the lines.”

“What lines?”

“The letter.  He said--“

“That you were supposed to take care of me.”

“And that’s exactly what I plan to do.  Just like Dad wants.   Now, go and make yourself beautiful.  For Dad.”

It was almost fifteen minutes before she returned to the den.  She had changed into the things Mark had suggested--the dress, black bra, black shoes, but no panties--and then taken the time to fix her face and hair.  Her stepson, apparently, wanted her to go all out for this.

She had to admit that his dad had chosen well.  Mark was the one for this.  She’d never have been able to do this with someone else, or  have thought of those things on her own.  She always just dressed, trying to look pretty, of course, but never really thinking about looking sexy.

Well, no worry.  Mark seemed to know.  The dress was sleeveless, and it left her neck and shoulders bare. The long skirt descended below her knees, so the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties wasn’t apparent to anyone but her.  And, of course, he would know.  For some strange reason, that naughty knowledge added a special excitement that warmed her stomach and brought a glow to her face.  She looked like a fantasy come true.  Was that all part of the plan?

Mark was positioning the floor lamp near his father’s easy chair when she returned to the  den.  “I thought it would be cool doing it here with all Dad’s football stuff,” he said.

“Sex and football.”  She had to laugh.  “Any man’s dream.”

“Not any man, Mom,” Mark said soberly, “but Dad.  That’s what this is all about, making a dream come true.  For him.”

“I’m sorry, Son.  You’re right, and you seem to know what you’re doing.”

“Just trust me, Mom.”  He started unbuttoning his shirt.

She cleared her throat.  “I-I was just joking about that, Son,” she said, a tiny, unwanted thrill running through her body with each button he released.  “It won’t really be necessary for you to get undressed.”

He tossed his shirt aside, then pulled his undershirt off and discarded it, too.  His shoulders were broad...his muscles, thick...his chest hair, curly...

“From here on, I don’t want you to think of me as me, but as Dad.  Picture him, not me in your mind.  Talk to him, say sexy things,  call me Clint if that makes it easier for you.   I want to capture not only your body--that’s porn--but your spirit, the fire and the passion in your eyes, as you get intimate for your husband, your lover.  Do you think you can do that?”

“I-I’ll try.”

“Good girl.  Now, close your eyes.  When I tell you to open them again, you won’t be seeing me, you’ll be seeing him.  Got that?”

“Got it.”  She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, then gradually relaxed.  The tenseness left her, and her breathing softened.  Her husband, her lover...Clint was preparing for her.

“You can open your eyes now, babe.”

Babe.  The endearment rolled over her, awakened her senses.  She opened her eyes and saw him again, naked,  It could only be a dream to have him so close, yet so far away.  He had changed.  His little beer paunch had disappeared, his belly, now, a flat plane.  His thighs, more muscular.  Had they always been that hairy?  And that wonderful cock, even thicker now, more impressive than she had remembered.  It was as if she had gone back in time.  As if years had dropped away and she was simply seeing a younger version of her dear husband.

She looked into his eyes.  Cool.  Black.  Yes, she, too, wanted to see the fire,  She wanted to see those eyes fill with lust and burn with passion.  “Darling, I miss you so,” she said softly, watching his expression as she eased the dress off one smooth white shoulder, then turned slightly to free the arm.

There, that was it!  The fire had started to burn in her lover’s eyes.  He looked even better then memory, now, she realized as she savored the sight of those thickly muscled arms, the forearms hairy all the way to the backs of his hand.  His belly was hard and flat, and that cock!  God, it looked gigantic at rest.  How much more impressive would it be when it was full and pulsing with the energy of lust?  She was jealous of the hand that casually reached down and stroked it while his eyes studied her, his free hand intermittently lifting the camera to photograph her unsatiated hunger.

She held the pose while he photographed her in the act of undressing, her short, blonde hair framing a seductive smile.  One round white shoulder was bared, as well as both scantily covered breasts, their bulk held like a silky hand by her black bra. “Do you like what you’re seeing, darling?” she coaxed.

“Call me lover, babe,” he said in a husky voice.

“Sure...lover.”  So he wanted to play a new game, huh?  She could do that.  Yes, she could do that.  And the glare in his eyes, the look--as if he were seeing her for the first time all over again--made it even easier.

“Don’t stop now, babe,” he said, unable to contain his impatience.

“There’s no hurry, lover,” she cooed, slowly freeing the other shoulder,  and then both arms.  “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Are you mine, babe?”

“Haven’t you always said I was a Nicholas woman?”

The light dress slipped to drape gracefully around her curvy hips. She trembled slightly, watching him deliberately stroke the shaft of his cock, bringing it to pulsing hardness.  It was such a shame to have to do it like this, to be so close, yet so far away.

But it had to be this way, the big, gleaming eye of the camera substituting for her husband, catching her loveliness for him with the dress hanging from her hips, sagging in front all the way down to where her dark-colored  thatch of pussy hair began.

She heard a whir and watched the camera zoom in to capture the smoothness of her firm,  flat little belly and the indentation of her dimpled navel.

Like a magic wand  casting an enchanted spell, her lover’s cock now drew all Kristen’s attention.  It was stiff, now, and throbbing with need.  The thin little slit in its head  had begun to weep, cloudy tears from a tiny eye.  It looked big enough to split her open, but she knew that was just an illusion.  It had always fit so comfortably before.  Her thighs longed to feel its presence again.   Yearning to take it into her welcoming warmth, she released her fingers and let her dress slide down her hips to curl in a soft pile around her ankles.

Her lover’s hungry eyes took in every exposed  curve of her body...its slenderness...its smoothness...its white-skinned purity.  His gaze swept her beautiful long legs, and then settled on the soft, puffy pussy mound at their tops while his eyes tried to unlock the secrets cloaked by the dark curls that wrapped around between them and feathered to nothingness across her lower belly..

“More beautiful that I ever imagined,” he breathed.

“You...don’t view me like this?  In your dreams?”

“My dreams  are never so vivid.  They’re like line drawings, on the page of a coloring book.”

Kristen caught her breath.  “Then let me fill in the colors for you,” she said, sounding more sure of herself than she felt as she reached with shaking hands for the clasp of her bra.  A moment later, she peeled away the black cups to reveal her smooth, white breasts.  Their gentle trembling was only a hint of the feelings that were churning inside her.  They sagged without the support of the bra.  They were too big, she had always thought.  Too weighty.  They had failed the pencil test ever since she was sixteen years old.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

“My...my breasts?”

“Your everything,” he said, looking downward to appreciate, again, her long, perfectly formed thighs, her knees, her shapely calves.  His cock had grown huge in his hand, and his breathing was becoming more shallow.  Labored.

He was going to come, she realized...her lover...he was going to come without ever nuzzling or mouthing or sucking her nipples, without fondling her tingling tits, without even putting a single hand between her lonely legs to stroke and tweak and feel the wetness that now seethed in her core and would soon drip from her swollen lips.

“Oh, Clint,” she moaned, dropping down onto the carpet that was her absent husband’s pride and joy--a green football field that spread on the floor before his favorite chair.  She made an enchanting picture as she stretched, naked, from goal line to goal line.  She shoved her hand between her legs, doubled up, and rolled back and forth, moaning and groaning.  Then she spread her legs, lifted her knees, and reached for her husband.  “Yes, Clint, yes!  I’m ready, darling.  Take me.  Take me, please.”

Her stepson faithfully recorded the moment for his father’s eyes, clicking off picture after picture, capturing the very essence of his stepmother’s lust and her hunger for her husband.

“Oh, Mark!” she cried, “I can’t do this any more.”

“It’s okay,” he rasped.  “We’re almost done.”

“No, no!  Not yet!  Finish it, Mark!  Finish it!”

He took a deep breath, then set the camera aside.

Kristen was shamed by her hunger.  But her feelings of guilt couldn’t hold back the excitement as her stepson's face found her breasts and nuzzled there.

“Is this what you want, babe?” he whispered, his breath rippling across her breasts.

“Yes...yes... This is what I want, darling...you.”

“God, Kristen,” he murmured, “I’ve dreamed about this so often.”  His hands moved over  her waist, her belly, and then his mouth kissed the mound of her breast and sucked on her nipple.

Oh lord, it felt wonderful--the hot wetness of his mouth on a tit that had not been stimulated in over a year.  She locked her fingers in the richness of his hair and pulled his mouth even harder to her breast.   “This isn’t a dream, Mark,” she whispered, the suction on her nipple sending excitement racing through her body.  “The dream was for your father.  This is real, lover.  This is real.”  Her hips twisted, and she bucked gently against his gloriously naked body.

He responded with a groan that was partially smothered by the flesh of her breast, and she slipped her fingers down to where his cock was pressed against her hip.  She measured its impressive length and roundness with her fingers, then explored its ridged outline and wiped her fingers across its velvety-soft, blunt head.  Her fingers found the wetness at the tip and quickly withdrew.

She shuddered, and her breathing became ragged with urgency.  Sense and reason left her, and her feelings took complete control of her body.

Mark's hand moved down her belly, and her thighs opened, offering no resistance as he caressed her mound.   His palm pressed warmly against her labia, making them tingle,  and his thumb found her clitoris.

"Oh babe," he panted.

Babe.  The father’s word.  The son’s voice.  Or were they one in the same?  Was this only a dream?   The man in her arms simply an illusion?   Father?  Son?  Lover...

“You’re so beautiful and sexy.  God, how I’ve dreamed about kissing your tits, holding your cunt.  I’ve been jealous of him, Kristen, ever since I first saw you--when he brought you home, six years ago.  I wanked off thinking about you that very first night, babe, and I’ve been doing it ever since.”

“Oh, honey.”  She stroked his hair and sighed as she felt his finger ease between the dampened lips of her pussy.”

“I don’t want to go back to that.  I want to share you with him.”

“Let’s not think about him,” she said softly.  “It’s just you and me, for this moment only.  Let’s make it so special that it will live in our memories forever and ever.”

“Sure, babe--“

She caught his face and drew his head up so that she could look into his eyes.  “Do you understand what I’m saying, Mark?  This is our moment,   This, and only this.”

Some of the glow left his eyes.  “Yeah, Mom.  You’re not mine; you belong to Dad.”

“Not right now, lover.  Here, now, I’m all yours.  And I want you.”

She caught his hard, charged cock and drew him closer, pulling him between her spread legs, her lifted knees.   Her heart pounding, she guided the swollen head of his cock into her quivering wet pussy maw.

"Kristen," he breathed, "Oh, God...Kristen."

And then, with one strong shove of his hips, her stepson thrust the full length and breadth of his cock all the way up into her heated body.

"Oooh!" she cried out, loving the feeling of having a cock inside her after such a long period of abstinence.  It was a lovely cock, thick and long, and it was even more wonderful because it was her stepson’s cock, the cock of the youthful, masculine, sexy son of her husband.  And it was clasped even more firmly within her sheath, not longer, perhaps, but thicker than his father’s.  It was a good cock, and it thrilled her more each time it penetrated to her belly and his balls flopped against the crack of her ass.

“Love me,” she moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck to draw his face down to hers.  Their kiss was violent, savage with a hunger that shook them both.  “Oh God, Mark, I’ve needed this!  I need it now!  Her belly slammed up at his, and her pubic mound tried to engulf him completely.  “Yes!  Yes!  Yes!”

Tilting back on her shoulder blades, she hiked up her lower body to enable her to take every fucking inch of his wonderful cock.  She hooked her heels behind his knees so she could hang on to him, and she fucked back as his cock worked in and out of her hot, juicy gash, meeting it, stroke for stroke.  As her hunger grew more feverish, her fingernails dug into the skin of his back and her teeth bit his neck...his chest...

"God, babe," he grunted, “you’re so beautiful, such a hot piece of ass!"

"Fuck me, darling!  It’s been so long since my pussy’s had a cock inside it.  Fuck me senseless.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he panted.

“We are, Son!  You’re fucking me!  You’re fucking your mother!

“Yeah, babe!  I know!”

He rammed into her cunt with even more power, pounding her body hard enough to make the rug slide on the floor.  The excitement built within her, becoming almost unbearable, as his strong lunges sent his cock plundering through her depths time after time.  She had never imagined this, couldn’t believe he could delay his own pleasure so long or thrill her so intensely.  The tension within her became so strong that her body began to vibrate as wondrous feelings filled her.

“Ohh!” she shouted as an explosion of ecstasy burst from her clit and spread throughout her heaving body.  "Mark--oh Mark!  I'm coming!  I’m coming!"

He kept the pace, stroking into her steadily and powerfully, cramming it deep,  drawing it back out, then plunging in again all the way to his balls while his stepmother shuddered through the throes of her orgasm.

Then, he stopped short, stiffened, and his long cock held still as the head of it expanded. Kristen felt it, the sudden, hot explosion of semen that showered the walls of her fluttering pussy.  It flooded her opening, thick, slippery, hot, and gushy.  So, so much....

"Ohh, baby," Mark sighed, "that felt great.  I never thought I’d ever get the chance to come in that gorgeous cunt of yours.”

She kissed his throat, his cheek, his mouth. "You were terrific...Son.”  She shifted under him.  Her thighs were slippery and wet with their mixed juices.   Although his cock had softened, it still held enough potency to keep her pinned in place.  “I like the way you cock slides around inside me.  It tickles, and drives me crazy.”

“Maybe we are a little crazy,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck.

“Maybe...”

She reached down between their legs to fondle his balls.  She couldn’t believe that his cock still had strength after that terrific screwing.  But then, she had forgotten what it was like to fuck a young man.

Letting out a long-held breath, he withdrew himself from her pussy, sliding his long cock out and leaving an emptiness in her vagina.

He reached for the camera.

“Mark!” his mother protested, holding up a hand, but not before her stepson had taken several shots of her basking in her post-coital rhapsody.  “No--not with me like this.  It isn’t fair.”

“Why?  You’re never looked more beautiful, Mom.”  Then, he set the camera side again.  “I don’t want this to end.”

“It has to.”

“Not yet.”

She stared down at his cock, which was already beginning to recover.  “There’s more?”

“Of course.”

“You always give your partner multiple orgasms?”

“So far.  Both times.”

She laughed and her belly rippled.  “You’ve only done it twice?”

“Hey!  It’s not from lack of trying.  But I have managed to seduce two different girls.  Unfortunately, neither was interested in a return engagement.”

Kristen stared at her stepson.  “I can’t believe that.  You’re so good.”

He grinned at her.  “You  bring out the best in me.”  Dipping his head, he kissed her tits, then her belly.  “How many lovers have you had?” he asked, looking back up.

“Your father makes four.”

“And I make five.  Five for you, three, for me.  What do you see we leave it at that?”

She ruffled his hair, well aware of his implication.  “Son, you have a lot of life ahead of you.”

“And so do you.  Let’s see,   You’re three years younger that Dad, and women outlive men by seven years, don’t they?  That means that after Dad’s gone, I’ll have you all to myself ten years.”

She laughed.  “Your arithmetic sounds good, but what happens if your father lives to be eighty?”

“Then you’ll be a very happy seventy-seven year-old lady because I’ll be one horny son-of-a-bitch!”

They both laughed.  Then, he urged her over again onto her back.  Kristen couldn’t restrain a renewed feeling of anticipation.  Could there really be more pleasure in store for her?

"You have beautiful tits," he said.  "They're the biggest I’ve ever had my hands on.”

“You just haven’t been around that much.”

 “Umm.”  He licked the hollows of her throat.  “We’ve already established that, haven’t we?  The question is, is there any need to look further?”

“Oh, Son.”  She fingered his hair as he kissed down to the valley of her breasts. His mouth moved from one nipple to the other, biting tenderly, sucking hungrily. Then his lips continued downward,  his breath hot and provoking, his tongue tracing a fiery trail
across her sensitive flesh.

Kristen shivered,  and she fingered his hair while her hips began to move restlessly.  She couldn’t help but compare the son with the father.  Clint was a voracious lover.  He would have been fucked out by now, and so would she.  He drove hard and savagely, never failing to push her to a fiery, breath-stealing climax.  But his son was still learning the pleasures and the mysteries of a woman’s body.  Would he, in time, become jaded, learn a woman’s hot spots, and go for the quick kill?  Oh God, she hoped not...

His tongue darted into her bellybutton, and Kristen tensed.  And she gasped when his face dipped down further, to her pubic mound.   She was still wet there, her pussy still dripping, oozing his own semen.  But that did not stop his tongue from lapping the lips of her pussy, driving her wild with excitement.

He pushed his face between her thighs, his cheeks spreading her pussy lips.  His tongue slid into her vagina with the gracefulness of a twining viper. She flinched, and thrust her pelvis up against his chin and his mouth, and then she squeezed her thighs together, clutching his cheeks.

Mark chewed and nipped and licked as deeply into her pussy as his tongue could go.  New waves of sensation swept her body, and her hips began to move, her ass hunching, trying to draw him deeper into her cunt.

He hung on to the cheeks of her ass, gobbled avidly at her pussy, sucked the lips into his mouth, licked and pulled and bit them with his teeth, steadily pushing his stepmother to a frenzy of delight.  When he attacked her clitoris, she jerked and her body heaved.  He was driving her out of her fucking mind!

"Ooh! Oh Mark--darling--yes!  Yes!  Eat me--oh God--that feels so wonderful!  Eat me!  Please-- "

Her stepson pulled on her clit, rolled it between his teeth, and sucked hard. She hunched up at him and pushed his head down into her hot, wet mushiness, while good feelings rolled over her body.

Her orgasm burst from her clit, blazed from her clit to her vagina, fluttered rapidly along her pussy walls to her womb, and then flared upward through her belly and the rest of her body.  Her thighs quivered and her teeth grated together as she tossed back her head and jammed her spasming  cunt to his mouth.

With his lips glued to her pussy and his tongue in her vagina, Mark was able to feel the spasms that rocked his stepmother’s body.  He sucked on her cunt and drew the flow of hot pussy juices down his eager throat.

She melted.  Could heaven be better than this?  What twist of fate had given her and her stepson this wondrous experience?  How could anything as beautiful as this be wrong, or perverted?

“What are you thinking, Mom?” her stepson asked, looking down into her eyes.

“Mmm.  I’m thinking what a glorious memory we’re going to have of this wonderful experience.”

“You don’t think maybe I pushed you too hard?  That we’ve done something wrong?”

“Oh, no, Son.”  She ruffled his hair.  “Don’t blame yourself.  I wanted this as much as you did.”

“Really?”

She touched his cheek with her fingertips.  “Yes, Son.  It’s hard, having your man so far away.  And having to live right next to a sexy young man like you...having to watch him every day.  I have to do myself at least once each day.  Just like you.”

“Shit!  That sucks.”

“But that’s the way it is, Son.  That’s life.”

“Do you think that maybe Dad wanted this to happen?  I mean, the letter--“

She laid a finger across his lips.  “Let’s not try to justify or rationalize this.  Let’s accept the fact that it just happened.  No one’s at fault; no one’s to blame.”

“So, as far as you’re concerned, that’s that?”

“A very wonderful that.”

“Well, I’m not ready to let it go quite yet.”

He gripped her hips and rolled over, bringing her on top of him.

“Mark--“

Her lips opened immediately for his tongue.  But she was surprised when she was overwhelmed by the taste of her own pussy mixed with his semen.  It was a first for her, she thought as she sucked the exotic flavors from his tongue.  God!  Even she had something to learn about sex.

“I’ve been keeping score,” he said, separating their lips, “and you still owe me one.”

“Mmm, yes.  I do, don’t I?”

She sat up, straddling his hips, and his cock stuck straight up in front of her, just where her pubic hair brushed his thighs.  “You have a wonderful cock,” she breathed, wrapping her fingers around it to stroke it softly.  “God!  It’s hard again.”

He chuckled , watching the bobbing of her breasts.  “A pussy feast will do it every time,” he said, reaching up to tweak her nipples.

Kristen raised up and positioned her stepson’s cock at the entrance to her pussy.  “Oh, God, Mark, this is so good,” she whispered as she slowly lowered herself on his shaft.

“Take your time,” he rasped.  “This one will have to last us for a long, long time.”

“Yes,” she responded.  “Yessss...”

End of Chapter One

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