So the page had been turned. The die cast. Whatever metaphor you want to use, I told myself that there was no turning back. I had had sex with my stepmother.
The sun peeking over the horizon awoke me early the next morning in my own bed, and I processed the events of the night before. Any guilt I felt was tempered by the realization that I was only partly to blame. It felt like the previous evening had been in motion for some time.
Mom had been paying extra attention to me as of late. I assumed that she was spoiling me since I would soon be leaving for college. The adage about assumptions reminded me that to assume makes an ass out of you and me. But still, the thoughts were nagging. Was it an accident that she walked into the bathroom as I was beating off in the shower? Was it a coincidence that she shared a bottle of wine with me and dressed provocatively when Elaine was gone for the night? And then she had me attend to her as she sat naked in a bathtub that hadn't been used in ages, her breasts peeking through the bubbles.
But the clincher occurred later, after more wine, when she went to bed but left her bedroom door wide open as she lay there with those huge breasts exposed and the lamp on to illuminate them. Was she hoping I would come by to check on her? She certainly woke up fast when I quietly tried to turn off her lamp. And who could resist a request to massage a pair of beautiful breasts with swollen nipples that she did not attempt to cover? Finally, the Vaseline applied to my cock was a little too handy in the nightstand to be there by coincidence.
In retrospect, I concluded that my mother had seduced me. Wow! She had carefully planned the whole thing. That realization was an epiphany for me.
Not that I was complaining too loudly. Admittedly, it was like a weird dream come true. I had never viewed my stepmother as a sexual object until lately, when she started dropping little flirty hints and doing things like leaving her bedroom door open as she undressed. As much as I didn't want to admit it, the sex with her only hours before had been fantastic. God, I shot one of my biggest loads ever! She moaned and bucked like a whore in heat and seemed to get a special thrill by pulling my cock out of her pussy just as I came and then stroking my orgasm onto her stomach and breasts. But when she dragged a finger through it, tasted it, and then kissed me to share my own sperm, it was too wild.
But what now? Jesus, I had now fucked both my sister and my mother, not to mention my dad's new wife, when we were in London. I could never tell Elaine about this. I had no idea how she would take it, but I didn't want to find out. Besides, in two weeks I would be going to college.
I looked at my clock radio on the nightstand and saw that it was only six a.m. I reached down and stroked my stiffening cock as thoughts of my mother moaning how wonderful my cock felt in her crept into my head. Being blessed with a huge penis had at one time been embarrassing to me, but now I realized that it was bringing joy to others in my family as well as to me. I moved the covers aside and watched as the thick shaft filled my hand with the large, circumcised crown proudly displayed above my fist like a swollen plum.
Just then, I heard a light tap, tap, tap on my bedroom door before it swung slowly open. Mom's face peeked in, and in the early dawn light, I could see she smiled once she saw I was awake.
I quickly covered myself with a sheet.
"Hi, Honey. I see you are awake. I couldn't sleep any longer either, and I wanted to see how you are doing. Are you okay?"
She quietly walked to my bedside and sat on the edge. She was wearing only a silky, sheer nightgown that I had seen her wear on special mornings like Christmas. Normally, she wore it with a robe for cover, but now her breasts jiggled freely with each step, and her nipples were clearly visible as they poked through the thin material.
"Mom, I..." I paused and tried to collect my thoughts. My recent erection was slowly fading, but the sight of those big knockers in a sexy nightgown offset any discretion I attempted to display. The sheet below my waist tented as if to say, "Hey, look at me." I threw the bedspread over my lap to hide it.
"Shhh, that's okay, Honey. I felt that I needed to apologize to you for last night. I was inappropriate with you. I want to say it was the wine, but that would be a fib. I knew exactly what I was doing, I'm ashamed to say. After all these years, suddenly I've become so horny that all I can think about is sex. I feel like a young woman again. Having a virile and handsome twenty-year-old son doesn't make it any easier. Ever since you and Elaine returned from London, I've been harboring dirty thoughts. And when I saw you masturbating in the shower, I thought, "What a beautiful cock...and what a waste–I'd love to do that for him." Last night I acted upon those dirty thoughts, and I'm so sorry."
"Oh, Mom. I should have been able to control myself. Don't feel bad. I promise it will never happen again. But also, I was so glad I could make you happy. I did make you happy, didn't I?"
"Happy? Ron, you were wonderful. I haven't felt anything like that in years, if ever. Don't feel bad, Honey. You made your old mother feel things that only happen in dreams, Sweetie. I loved every second of it, and I couldn't get the picture out of my mind of you on top of me with your beautiful penis inside me. You are a wonderful lover. And you have a gift that I can't stop thinking about. I'm to blame for any transgressions between us.
As she spoke, she leaned back and supported herself with a hand on my thigh, where my cock happened to be lying.
"Oops, sorry. What's this? Speaking of gifts, I feel a lump. And it's growing, you stinker. Honey, you really do have a beautiful, big penis. Once I saw it, I had to have it. But you know that now. I'll tell you a secret. I've always liked them big, but you are in a class of your own. You should be proud."
She unconsciously stroked my prick lightly through the bedspread. Naturally, it got bigger.
"Oh, my! Is your old mother getting excited again? Hmmm? I'm flattered."
She paused as if trying to solve a complex problem.
"Hmmm? As long as I'm here and we are alone, would you like me to give you some relief? I bet it's painful when your penis gets an erection with no place to put it. I'm happy to rub it for you so you don't have to abuse yourself alone in the shower. Would you like your mother to help you? Besides, I'd love to see it again when it's angry."
She peeled back the covers before I could answer and smiled at the sight of my big, stiffening cock, now semi-rigid and rising on its own with new life infused in it from her offer of aid.
"Lordy, look at that! The power of youth. Your father would have needed a full day to recover from last night."
We both watched as she tried to wrap her fingers completely around the shaft, hefting it in the palm of her hand as if to weigh it. She slowly stroked up and down all eight inches and rubbed the underside of the crown with her thumb. A drop of precum formed at the piss hole, and she used her thumb to lubricate the head. Her eyes glistened with lust.
"Just lie there and relax, Honey. Let mommy make you feel good. Let me show you how much I love you. This is something I think we will both enjoy."
As she stroked me with her free hand, she slipped off the straps of her nightgown and lowered it to her waist. Her wonderful breasts came into view, the large pink areolae and nubs swollen in excitement.
"I know you like to look at my breasts. Go ahead and play with my boobies if you'd like, while I stroke this big tool of yours. God, you are so thick. I love just looking at your penis, let alone feeling it. It is like a powerful, fleshy club. I can't even get my fingers around it. You have a real man's cock, Sweetie."
As she spoke, she stared greedily at her hand sliding up and down the shaft, and a smile of pleasure formed on her lips.
She leaned forward and kissed me lightly, a motherly kiss, and then stayed cuddled next to me so I had free access to her breasts while she continued to pump my cock. In no time, I was as stiff as steel and trying to hold off cumming in her hand as long as possible. I tried thinking of anything other than sex–to no avail. Even though I had hours before emptied a huge wad, watching my mother's small hand stroking me while I fondled and sucked on her breasts was addling my brain. She only smiled innocently and occasionally kissed my forehead.
"That's it, Baby. Nurse on your mother's big tits. That feels so good. You're making me all wet again."
Suddenly, without saying anything, she looked at me and smiled devilishly before sitting up and placing her lips directly above my now glistening cock head. She lightly kissed it, and then briefly pursed her lips around just the very tip.
"Would you mind if I put your penis in my mouth? I have always loved the feel of a cock in my mouth. Last night I only got a brief taste of it."
I looked at her as if to beg her to go ahead.
"Yes! Please!"
"I wish I had a camera so I could take a picture of your face, Honey. You look like a kid with a new puppy. But then I guess watching your mother suck your cock isn't something you see every day, is it? It's so fat, I hope I can fit you in my tiny mouth again. Wish me luck."
Her mouth stretched obscenely over the end, and she slowly lowered her face and worked the fat crown inside her mouth, eyeing me the whole time. When she could take no more, her tongue emerged and licked all around the helmet. She repositioned herself to have better access and then released me, momentarily, gasping for air.
"Just a sec. Let me get more comfortable."
She turned around and squatted over my knees so she could face me more easily.
"There, much better. I want to be able to watch your face as I suck on you. Just making you feel good is wonderful, but it's even better if I can watch you at the same time."
Her breasts dangled over my legs, and her hard nipples tickled my thighs as she began fellating me.
Feel free to tell me how you like it, Honey. I used to be pretty good at this, according to your father, but I'm out of practice. I haven't done anything like this in years. I want to do it right."
And with that, my mother commenced to make love to my cock like a high-class courtesan. First, she teased me by nibbling, kissing, and licking me, occasionally stopping to rub the crown against her breasts. Periodically, her tongue flickered lightly like a threatened rattlesnake up and down the shaft. She gradually picked up momentum and got serious about what she was doing. Her cheeks hollowed, and saliva rained down my cock, lubricating and preparing it for an eventual explosion. It was the most erotic moment of my life to that point.
"Oh, Mom. You are making me feel so good! Oh, fuck! Don't stop!"
I watched in awe as my mother gave me a first-class blow-job. Nothing could be better than this. My wildest dreams could not match what I was watching.
But then I noticed something.
Her lips were coating my cock with a red coating. She had taken the time to put on bright, red lipstick before coming to my room. Her painted lips were leaving a trail of color up and down my shaft. I realized that she must have planned this whole thing! My mother was obsessed with my cock. Watching those red lips stretched around my cock was better than any porn I had seen. My mom was a first-class cocksucker.
Even though those red lips struggled to take in little more than the head, her long tongue was able to snake all the way down to the base, licking sensuously. She sucked me like a porn star, stroking me with her fist at the same time.
She looked up and apologized several times, "Sorry. This is all I can swallow. You are too big for my little mouth, I guess. With that admission, she wrapped her lips around me again and stretched them as wide as possible while forcing more and more of me into her mouth. My mother was trying to deep throat me! Finally, she gave up and concentrated on just the first few inches.
As she fellated me, she fondled my testicles with her other hand and, from time to time, put them in her mouth to suck on them. Soon, the familiar sensation of a violent orgasm began forming in my brain, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd be emptying my balls in her mouth.
"Fuck, Mom. I'm going to cum soon. I don't think I can hold it much longer. You are unbelievable. Keep sucking, just like that."
I strained to hold back my orgasm, but she also sensed my imminent release. Suddenly, I felt her fingers tightly grip the base of my cock. The feeling subsided temporarily.
She removed her mouth, and a smile crept over her face.
"Oh, what the hell! I'm going to stop for a moment, Honey. Hang in there. Don't worry! I've got something good in mind. I know you are about ready to explode. As much as I love this, I also love the feeling of cum filling me up in other places."
Never letting her grip soften, she slid up and raised her ass. She perched her bottom over my member and rubbed the saliva-covered helmet up and down her labia. Her nightgown covered us, so I had only a glimpse of what she was doing, but after a few seconds, she smiled and slowly lowered herself until her ass rested on my thighs after releasing me. My cock was buried in her cunt.
"How does that feel? I know a wet mouth is nice, but isn't this also? You feel so good in me. God, you are so deep! I know you are going to cum soon. Go ahead. Shoot it in me. I can't get pregnant, and I love the feeling of hot, sticky cum filling me up."
As she spoke, she began slowly humping her fleshy ass up and down, rising until only the head was in her, and then sitting down sharply to take in all my length. She raised her nightgown and held it around her waist before she pulled it over her head and removed it. Naked, she leaned forward to watch as my prick slid in and out of her.
"There, now we can both see. God, I get so turned on watching your big penis stretch me. Look how creamy I'm getting you, and we just started. We'll definitely need to change your sheets after this."
I reached up and fondled her heaving breasts as she leaned forward to give me freer access to them. I happened to glance up and realized I could watch us fucking from behind by looking at our reflection in my closet mirror. Her meaty ass jiggled with each thrust, and my cock looked huge as her labia clung to the shaft when she leaned forward.
"Oh, Honey. You fuck your mother so good. Grab my ass, Baby."
I couldn't imagine that my mother would ever talk to me this way, directing me with explicit instructions about how to fuck her. My quiet, faithful mother was fucking me like a high-class prostitute.
She put her mouth to my ear and whispered in an unrecognizable, husky voice from deep in her throat, "You can do this to me anytime you feel the need. Oooh, yes. I love the way you fuck me, Ron. Your big cock is stuffing me. Forgive me for taking advantage of you, Sweetie. You are scratching an itch I've had for ages, and I can't control myself. Mmmm, yes. Right there. It's been so long I'd all but forgotten how much I love this. I know you want to cum. Go ahead and let it go, Sweetie. I can feel your big cock throbbing in my pussy. Shoot all your hot cum in me. Fill my cunt with your sweet love juice."
And with those words, I did. I reached around and grabbed her ass with both hands and pounded her until the first squirt shot out the end of my cock. And then I just held her there. It was almost painful, but each throb and subsequent squirt provided simultaneous pleasure and relief. I squeezed her tightly with my cock buried to the hilt. I was welded to her as she kissed me passionately, open-mouthed, our tongues in heat. Gradually, I felt my cock soften still deep inside her.
She didn't move for a full minute. And then she kissed my eyes, my...
