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- Mar 21, 2024
Chapter Two...
Okay! I admit it! I should have pulled away. I should have ended the kiss. I should have done so many things except lean into the kiss and melt against Jason's body. Completely unacceptable on my part. Jason kissing me? A spur-of-the-moment bad decision by a horny teenage boy that could be laughed off and put behind us. Though I was only five years Jason's senior, I was the adult and my returning his kiss? A terrible decision on my part.
I can only explain my actions by pointing out that I'd been on a starvation diet when it came to attention. For months, there'd been no interest, no passion from my husband. I couldn't remember the last time my husband had gone down on me. I hadn't had an orgasm in over a year except for what I coaxed from one of my vibrators. Achieving satisfaction from a battery powered hunk of buzzing plastic when I was alone in the house wasn't my idea of a healthy sex life.
Some sanity began to slowly return to me. But when I pulled away enough to whisper that we needed to stop, Jason ended my objection by moving with me, pulling me closer as his mouth found mine again. Muscles in the arm circling my waist flexed and molded my body tighter to his. Jason was practically vibrating from his need. It had been so very long since I'd felt a man want me like this. I was finally receiving the passion I'd been deprived of for so long. I completely lost the will to want Jason to stop.
I put my hands on Jason's shoulders to pull myself up to meet his mouth better. Our kisses were sloppy at first, but got better fast. Our lips softened, our mouths opened wider as our tongues met. We exchanged increasingly wet kisses for a long minute. I had my arms wrapped tight around Jason's neck... Christ! I was practically climbing him as my arms pulled me up to mold and rub my body against his.
I hummed in anticipation when I felt Jason's hand on my waist move hesitantly up my side. His palm touched and stilled against my side-boob. When I didn't pull away his hand moved again. I moaned a long, throaty sound of approval when his hand captured my breast. I couldn't help myself. I pushed my breast into his palm. God, it felt so good to have my tit played with again.
My body had been ignored for so long! I pushed my tit harder into Jason's hand. Fingers flexed to sink into my soft flesh. Jason seemed content to enjoy playing with a tit for the first time in his life. But I wanted more than being felt up through my shirt and bra.
I pulled away. Jason started to pull me back but stopped when I gripped my shirt and pulled it over my head. Shaking out my hair, I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. Bra joined my shirt on the floor and Jason saw tits for the first time that weren't on a magazine page.
I felt like a teenager again in the front seat of my first boyfriend's car as Jason reached out to touch my breasts. His soft, 'They're so soft,' came only a moment before he leaned to suck on my nipples. Jason massaged my large tits while taking turns sucking on one nipple then the other. I wanted more. I put my hands over his and pressed his fingers deeper into my soft flesh.
"Harder. Don't be afraid of hurting me," I moaned.
Fingers began gripping and pressing more energetically into the soft flesh of my large tits. Manipulating... Squeezing... Pinching my nipples tighter between his index finger and thumb. I love rough tit play. My moans of enjoyment led Jason to squeeze and pinch and suck harder. Fuck! It all felt so good after weeks and months of my husband ignoring my body.
Jason began acting with more confidence. Small movements that I followed put me on my back. Hands played with my tits while Jason sucked hard on my nipples until they ached. I moaned from pleasure. Thinking he'd hurt me, Jason stopped and pulled away. With soft words of reassurance, I rested my hand on the back of his head and pulled his mouth back to the nipple he'd been nursing from.
"You're not hurting me," I whispered to reassure him. "It feels good. Don't stop."
I couldn't stop my sighs and soft moans. I closed my eyes to simply enjoy as Jason took turns nursing from one breast, then the other. Jason moved onto his side, half on the bed and half on top of me as his lips returned to my mouth. His touch was no longer tentative. A possessive hand now played with my tits as we kissed.
Jason's mouth began tracing a slow path from my mouth to my neck, to my nipples and back.
The warm breath and soft lips on my sensitive neck dispelled all my remaining thoughts of ever asking him to stop. I'd been starved for attention for too long. I was needy. I was wet. I felt empty and it wasn't food I wanted to fill me.
Jason hadn't touched me yet below my navel. My inexperienced stepson didn't want to risk crossing a boundary that might end what he was doing already. But I wasn't inexperienced. I knew what I wanted. My pussy was drenched, aching to be touched.
To let Jason know that I wanted his touch, I pushed an arm between us and let my hand run over the crotch of his loose gym shorts. I found the hardness beneath the thin material and gripped it as best I could in my fist.
I'd signaled my readiness to be touched in the most direct way I knew. But Jason's hand was still slow and tentative as it moved down my stomach. My breath caught as abdominal muscles jumped under his hand. I opened my legs in anticipation. I tightened my grip on the back of Jason's head and pulled his mouth tighter to my nipple. Muscles loosened in my gut and my groans were deeper and louder as I felt his palm reach and settle on my mound. Fingers pushed between my thighs.
"Oh... My... God," the words came out strangled as Jason began lightly manipulating my pussy lips. Fingers circled over my pussy, pulling and pushing my pussy lips. I wanted more... Needed more stimulation...
"Harder, Jason. Finger me harder."
Jason did as I ordered. I'd soaked the crotch of my panties. The silky material slid easily over my wet pussy lips. Fingers explored the length of my slit. I gasped when circling fingers pressed and my clit began receiving the attention I'd wanted for so long from my husband.
Jason wasn't experienced. He wasn't aware of what he was doing but what he was doing was exactly what I wanted! The movements of his fingers manipulating my pussy lips became surer... My moans came from deep in my throat; guttural sounds interspersed with gasps as the pressure on my clit increased. My thighs opened more. My hips began moving to push my pussy into Jason's questing fingers.
I pulled Jason's lips back to mine. I kissed him hard in my attempt to signal him to press harder between my legs. My hips continued their slow, unconscious movements under Jason's hand. My breath caught and my moans came faster. He couldn't feel how wet I was through my jean shorts, but I knew. I hadn't been this wet in what seemed like ages.
"There... There... Harder... Down... Harder... Harder," I moaned as I began giving my stepson his first instructions on where and how to finger a pussy.
Jason's fingers moved with more confidence under my guidance. His mouth continued to move from my nipples to my neck and then back to my tits. But I hadn't been idle while Jason played with me. I was exploring what was between his legs just as he was exploring between my legs. The more I explored... The more my fist moved from the base of his cock and up and up towards the tip, the more my brain fog cleared and... Holy Fuck! Is it really as big as it feels?
Was it the material of his shorts that made his cock seem so thick? Was my hand measuring the shaft correctly? I had to find out. Curiosity warred against my desire to let Jason's fingers continue playing between my legs. Curiosity won. As good as what Jason was doing, I pulled the hand between my legs away and moved to extricate myself from under him. Jason tried to stop me, thinking I was about to stop everything we were doing; that I was going to leave.
But I wasn't leaving. I was taking this to the next level, but on my terms. Now it was my movements putting him on his back.
"Don't move," I commanded, pressing his shoulders to the mattress when he tried to raise up. Obediently he stilled under my hands.
Straddling his legs, my breasts were exposed to his sight and in easy reach. Like a baby reaching for something shiny, Jason reached for them, but I pushed his hands away.
"It's my turn to play," I told him. I had the experience Jason lacked and I knew what I wanted! I heard Jason's breath catch as my hand moved under and up the leg of his loose gym shorts.
"Oh, shit!" Jason's soft expletive came as my hand closed over hard cock. I began slow stroking the shaft from the base to the tip. At the base the shaft felt as thick around as my wrist. The shaft tapered off only a little as my hand moved slowly towards the tip. A slow and long, long move. Fuck! I needed to see what my touch was telling me!
I gripped the waistband of the gym shorts. The elastic was easy to pull down. Jason's hips moved up from the mattress to help me pull his shorts down. The tip of his cock appeared. Then more cock... Then more in a slow reveal as I continued to pull on the shorts. I released the shorts once I had them around Jason's thighs. Holy fucking shit! It took me a long moment to take in what I was seeing.
I've dated men with really nice cocks. My husband has a cock that's a little above average. But somehow my average sized husband and his ex-wife had produced a boy with the largest cock I'd ever seen in all my fucking around! This baby looked at least two inches longer and much thicker than the biggest cock I'd fucked up till now. My hand moved to grasp and slow stroke the shaft.
Jason was lying deathly still as I stroked. Probably afraid that he might do or say something to make me stop. The tip was circumcised. The bulb was a deep purple. I's already milked a drop of pre-cum from the tip. The drop grew larger as my hand continued to milk the shaft. I didn't stop to think. My hand pointed the tip up as I leaned forwards to lick the tip clean.
I liked how Jason moaned and tensed at the touch of my tongue. I took the tip between my lips. Jason's gasp fueled my desire to play. I ran my tongue down the side of the shaft until pubic hair scratched my cheek. Jason had been out jogging. Sweating... The scent of his crotch was strong in my nose. Sweaty balls... Musk... Pungently Male!
I disconnected my brain and acted on autopilot, parting my lips and taking the large bulb of Jason's cock into my mouth. I rolled my tongue over the sensitive tip before I took more of him into my mouth. Of all the cocks I'd sucked, none had filled my mouth like this.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could, letting more and more cock slide over my tongue. I felt the soft tip flatten hard against the back of my throat. I had all the cock that would fit in my mouth in this position. My God, there was at least half of that thick cock still outside my lips for my hand to stroke.
I held Jason in my mouth for several long moments. Listening to his breathy moans as I rubbed my tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock. I began bobbing my head over his crotch. Hearing his groans, knowing I was giving him his first blow job excited me. As I let his cock slide between my lips, I tried to take just a little more of his shaft into my mouth with each downwards push of my head.
I lifted my head, letting Jason's shaft slip from my lips. I rose up and balanced on a locked arm. My other hand continued to stroke his cock as I tossed my head to move my hair out of the way. Jason propped himself up on his elbows to meet my eyes.
"Do you like this?"
"God, yes," he whispered back.
"You have a really big cock," I said.
"I do?"
"Yea, you do," I answered, then lowered my head and ran my tongue slowly up the long shaft while Jason watched. I smiled at his moan and continued to lick just the very engorged, deep purple bulb.
"Do you want me to do that again?"
"Fuck, yes," Jason groaned.
Straddling Jason's legs, I molded my mouth around the large bulb again. I licked and played with it before, inch by slow inch I took more cock between my lips. My hair fell like a curtain that hid what I was doing from Jason's sight. I felt his hand move my hair aside so he could watch me as I continued to suck his cock. I kept my eyes locked onto his as I bobbed my head faster over his crotch.
I've throated large cocks. But only when I'd been on my back, my head hanging over the side of a bed. Unlike now, my mouth and throat had been in alignment. In the position I was in now I couldn't force the tip of Jason's cock past the back of my mouth. I stopped trying and increased the speed of my sucking mouth.
I been so intent on how much cock I could suck, I hadn't paid attention to how my mouth action was affecting my young stepson. I'd forgotten that Jason lacked the control of other lovers I'd had. Other more experienced lovers...
But Jason wasn't experienced and I'd brought him faster than I thought I would. In truth, I hadn't even been trying to bring him. I'd been playing! I'd forgotten the fact my stepson was a very excited virgin getting his cock sucked for the first time. Well, my playtime was about to produce results... Results of a wet, physical kind.
I'd let men cum in my mouth. I clamped my lips tight just below the head and increased the speed of my hand stroking the shaft. Jason's hips pushed up, forcing more cock into my mouth. He groaned just as hot cum splashed against the back of my mouth.
Stream after stream of cum filled my mouth. My lips clamped tighter around Jason's shaft. More and more cum coated my tongue. Cock pulsed until, with gradually weakening contractions, Jason's balls finally emptied.
The taste and consistency of what Jason left in my mouth wasn't as strong or slimy as I'd always thought it would be when I was a cum-virgin. Too watery to be slimy. A little salty, a little bitter: more like a sour metallic aftertaste. Hell, it was cum. I can't think of anything that tastes like cum except more cum.
My lips continued to press hard around the shaft to prevent cum from escaping, I slowly slid my lips up Jason's cock while my hand milked the last drops of cum from his shaft. Only one drop of cum escaped as I let the tip slip from my mouth.
Sitting up I shook my hair out of the way. I looked down at Jason. His eyes never wavered as he watched my tongue play with his cum before I swallowed and licked my lips clean. Dipping my head, I sucked his cock clean of the cum that had escaped from my lips.
Now, with the lingering taste of Jason's cum in my mouth, I returned to the real world. My mind started working again. The sexual excitement that had hijacked my rational thinking faded. Looking down at my still excited stepson I had a real 'Oh-Shit!' moment. As the meme says, 'It was at that moment, she knew she'd fucked up!'.
Looking at the cock still had in my hand, I realized I'd dived headfirst into a deep, deep pool of shit. I quickly released Jason's cock, dismounted his thighs and scooted to the edge of the bed. I couldn't look at him as I put on my t-shirt. Jason caught the hint that playtime was over. I felt the mattress move behind me as Jason pulled his shorts up as I pulled my shirt down.
'Holy FUCK! I've fucked up big time,' I continued to mentally chastise myself as I picked up my bra from the floor. I scrubbed my face with my hands as if I could wipe away the memory of the last twenty minutes. I stood up and moved away from the bed when Jason moved to sit on the edge of the bed beside me. I pressed the palms of my hands against my temples and began to pace back-and-forth in the space between the bed and the wall. I kept my eyes down, unable to even glance at my stepson.
"Jesus Christ!!! What the fucking Hell was I thinking," I asked myself in a strangled groan.
"What's wrong," asked the clueless and recently sexually satisfied teen. Of course HE didn't realize the trouble I was in, both morally and financially!
"What's wrong," I exclaimed finally turning to look at Jason. He didn't look worried. He looked like he wanted another blow job. "Holy shit, Jason! I'm married to your dad! When he finds out, I'm gone. Finito! Eighty-sixed... I'll be lucky if he doesn't shoot me."
"Hey, I'm not gonna tell him and if I don't and you don't," Jason said reasonably and shrugged. He was far calmer than I felt. "Who's left to tell him."
"Jason, what we... What I just did wasn't right! I'm married. To your dad. I'm your stepmother," I spelled out in words that even he could understand.
Jason seemed to consider what I'd said and shrugged again.
"So what?"
"So what!?"
"Yea. So what," Jason repeated. "You don't love my dad, and he doesn't love you. He only married you to get his next promotion. So... So what if we have fun?"
"Wait..." I slowly processed what Jason had said. "What promotion?"
"I thought you knew," Jason sounded surprised. "His bosses look for stable family men and women to promote to management positions higher than what he is now. Marriage means stability to his bosses and gives him a leg up on the competition. He looked around for a pretty wife and he choose you."
I stood absolutely still. I felt like someone had hit me from behind with a two-by-four. It all made sense to me now! Why Hamilton had married me! He'd wanted pretty arm candy to impress his bosses. What I thought were dates had actually been job interviews. I seemed easy going. I looked good on his arm. He'd watched me smooth the ruffled feathers of disgruntled employees so he knew I could shmooze his bosses during company parties.
I'd passed his job interviews, so he'd asked me to marry him. Even the time limit on the pre-nup made sense now. Hamilton knew that if he didn't get his promotion within five years he never would. He wouldn't need me after five years. He'd divorce me, pay me and wave goodbye to me. It all made sense in a strategic, cold-blooded way.
"How do you know this," I asked.
"I heard him talking over the phone to some of his friends... And I read the pre-nup."
"How did you read the... Did you snoop through my things?!"
"What? No! I looked in Dad's home safe. I cracked the combination years ago. It's my birthday just backwards."
I continued to stand motionless beside the bed. I couldn't concentrate. My mind kept flitting from one thought to another. I had too much I needed to think about coming at me too fast. But when I felt Jason's hand on my arm, I had one thing I could concentrate on. I moved awa.
"No! We can't do..." I waved my hand at the bed. "We can't do that again."
"Why not," Jason asked. Like any teenage boy his brain was fixated on sex. "I liked it and I think you liked it, and Dad will never know."
I didn't answer immediately. Hell, off the top of my head I didn't know the answer to 'Why not?' myself. I fell back to practical considerations.
"Your dad will be home soon. I have to finish supper. I'll... I need to think about all this."
I practically ran from Jason's bedroom to my room. I had to close and lock the door to stop Jason from following me like an eager puppy. Dammit! This was so messed up! Damn, I tossed my soaked panties in the clothes hamper. I ran my fingers though my slit. I was so fucking wet! I felt the emptiness inside me wanting to be filled. I felt all my pent-up sexual desire...
Leaning against my bedroom door I continued fingering my pussy. I pushed another finger between my thighs, sliding both in the slick wetness of my slit. I wanted to lie on my bed and masturbate to orgasm. I wanted to return to Jason's bed to fuck. But it was getting close to the time my husband would arrive home. I pulled my fingers from my dripping pussy. They were covered with thick grool.
I hurried into my bathroom to clean up. I pushed my juice-soaked panties to the bottom of the laundry hamper where my husband would never see them. After changing into clean panties and clothes, I settled my nerves by doing a quick touch up of my makeup.
Jason was waiting for me in the kitchen. He usually did his homework at the table so we could talk while I cooked. But today as I started supper, he was following close behind me step-for-step. His arms trying to capture me. Hands reached for my tits. I tried to make him behave. I pushed him away time after time. Telling him to stop... I don't believe he believed me. Hell, I didn't believe myself!
I was enjoying myself as much as Jason was. It was fun dodging hands and slipping from arms that tried to capture me. It was like I was sixteen again and out on a date with a grabby boyfriend. I tried not to show that I was enjoying myself, but my escapes came slower each time I was caught. My hands pushing Jason away lost their strength. Each time Jason caught me I remained in his grasp longer. I allowed hands to massage my tits longer.
This was everything that I'd wanted my husband to do.
I gave up pushing Jason away. I closed my eyes and leaned back against his chest. My eyes closed as I felt him unzip my slacks. But in the kitchen rational thought came quicker to me than it had in Jason's bedroom. Jason's fingertips were just starting to push under the elastic band of my panties when I realized how late it was. Fuck! What the hell am I doing!
If Hamilton parked in the driveway we wouldn't know he was home until he walked through the front door. No way my husband wouldn't miss seeing that his wife and son had been playing grab-ass. This time I used real strength to pull Jason's hands from my pussy and tits. Breaking away from Jason, I zipped up my pants while fending off hands.
I finally had to use my sternest 'Mom voice' to make him sit at the table where we took most of our meals. Jason sat but looked ready to pounce at the slightest suggestion of my will weakening. I told myself it was to settle my nerves and began gulping down wine while we waited for my husband to come home. I poured Jason a glass to kill the bottle and handed him another bottle to open while we waited.
It finally got so late that I began to wonder if Hamilton had a meeting he hadn't mentioned. Hamilton didn't answer his office phone. Knowing he often had late meetings, I called my work friend. George was reluctant at first, but he finally admitted that my husband had left early with his latest conquest. I hung up and fumed in silence.
Jason had listened to my side of the conversation. He picked up on my mood.
"Dad's out with another woman again, isn't he?"
"Yea," I replied in a flat, toneless voice. Not wanting to talk about it.
Lately Hamilton had gotten sloppier in trying to keep his assignations secret from me. Longer hours 'working'. Longer absences on the weekend. No one needed twelve hours to play 18-holes of golf. He'd become lazy with hygiene, too. He'd begun coming home smelling of perfume that wasn't mine.
He knew that I knew. I knew that he knew. We were both past caring. He thought there was nothing I could do without losing a large amount of money. If I divorced him, I lost money. He thought my hands were tied by the pre-nup. In Hamilton's eyes, my continued silence each time he came home with the scent of another woman clinging to him only confirmed my impotence. At the same time, I knew he wouldn't divorce me as long as he was in line for a promotion.
I stood by the stove getting madder and madder. Unless I was ready to lose a shit-ton of money, I felt as if I was an inmate in a prison. I had three more long years of this shit before I got my release and my money! It was while I poured myself another glass of wine that a solution presented itself.
"What's good for the goose is good for the gander," I mumbled, unaware I'd said that aloud.
"What," Jason's ears perked up.
"Nothing. Just thinking to myself," I answered. But in truth I'd made my decision. There was no way in hell I was going three more years with just a vibrating piece of plastic pleasuring me! If my husband was going to fuck around, then I was going to fuck around, too. I just needed to be sneaky in finding a secret lover... Preferably a secret lover with a large cock and fuck morality!
If I went outside the house for sexual gratification, I ran the very real chance of being discovered. If caught in an affair I lost all the money per the pre-nup terms. This town was a hotbed for gossip. If I went out to find cock, I'd have to drive a hundred miles away to find a lover without being discovered. If I went out...
But what if I remained in... I sipped more wine and looked across the kitchen at Jason. I began to grin. I knew exactly where I could find a secret lover with a large cock!
Okay! I admit it! I should have pulled away. I should have ended the kiss. I should have done so many things except lean into the kiss and melt against Jason's body. Completely unacceptable on my part. Jason kissing me? A spur-of-the-moment bad decision by a horny teenage boy that could be laughed off and put behind us. Though I was only five years Jason's senior, I was the adult and my returning his kiss? A terrible decision on my part.
I can only explain my actions by pointing out that I'd been on a starvation diet when it came to attention. For months, there'd been no interest, no passion from my husband. I couldn't remember the last time my husband had gone down on me. I hadn't had an orgasm in over a year except for what I coaxed from one of my vibrators. Achieving satisfaction from a battery powered hunk of buzzing plastic when I was alone in the house wasn't my idea of a healthy sex life.
Some sanity began to slowly return to me. But when I pulled away enough to whisper that we needed to stop, Jason ended my objection by moving with me, pulling me closer as his mouth found mine again. Muscles in the arm circling my waist flexed and molded my body tighter to his. Jason was practically vibrating from his need. It had been so very long since I'd felt a man want me like this. I was finally receiving the passion I'd been deprived of for so long. I completely lost the will to want Jason to stop.
I put my hands on Jason's shoulders to pull myself up to meet his mouth better. Our kisses were sloppy at first, but got better fast. Our lips softened, our mouths opened wider as our tongues met. We exchanged increasingly wet kisses for a long minute. I had my arms wrapped tight around Jason's neck... Christ! I was practically climbing him as my arms pulled me up to mold and rub my body against his.
I hummed in anticipation when I felt Jason's hand on my waist move hesitantly up my side. His palm touched and stilled against my side-boob. When I didn't pull away his hand moved again. I moaned a long, throaty sound of approval when his hand captured my breast. I couldn't help myself. I pushed my breast into his palm. God, it felt so good to have my tit played with again.
My body had been ignored for so long! I pushed my tit harder into Jason's hand. Fingers flexed to sink into my soft flesh. Jason seemed content to enjoy playing with a tit for the first time in his life. But I wanted more than being felt up through my shirt and bra.
I pulled away. Jason started to pull me back but stopped when I gripped my shirt and pulled it over my head. Shaking out my hair, I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. Bra joined my shirt on the floor and Jason saw tits for the first time that weren't on a magazine page.
I felt like a teenager again in the front seat of my first boyfriend's car as Jason reached out to touch my breasts. His soft, 'They're so soft,' came only a moment before he leaned to suck on my nipples. Jason massaged my large tits while taking turns sucking on one nipple then the other. I wanted more. I put my hands over his and pressed his fingers deeper into my soft flesh.
"Harder. Don't be afraid of hurting me," I moaned.
Fingers began gripping and pressing more energetically into the soft flesh of my large tits. Manipulating... Squeezing... Pinching my nipples tighter between his index finger and thumb. I love rough tit play. My moans of enjoyment led Jason to squeeze and pinch and suck harder. Fuck! It all felt so good after weeks and months of my husband ignoring my body.
Jason began acting with more confidence. Small movements that I followed put me on my back. Hands played with my tits while Jason sucked hard on my nipples until they ached. I moaned from pleasure. Thinking he'd hurt me, Jason stopped and pulled away. With soft words of reassurance, I rested my hand on the back of his head and pulled his mouth back to the nipple he'd been nursing from.
"You're not hurting me," I whispered to reassure him. "It feels good. Don't stop."
I couldn't stop my sighs and soft moans. I closed my eyes to simply enjoy as Jason took turns nursing from one breast, then the other. Jason moved onto his side, half on the bed and half on top of me as his lips returned to my mouth. His touch was no longer tentative. A possessive hand now played with my tits as we kissed.
Jason's mouth began tracing a slow path from my mouth to my neck, to my nipples and back.
The warm breath and soft lips on my sensitive neck dispelled all my remaining thoughts of ever asking him to stop. I'd been starved for attention for too long. I was needy. I was wet. I felt empty and it wasn't food I wanted to fill me.
Jason hadn't touched me yet below my navel. My inexperienced stepson didn't want to risk crossing a boundary that might end what he was doing already. But I wasn't inexperienced. I knew what I wanted. My pussy was drenched, aching to be touched.
To let Jason know that I wanted his touch, I pushed an arm between us and let my hand run over the crotch of his loose gym shorts. I found the hardness beneath the thin material and gripped it as best I could in my fist.
I'd signaled my readiness to be touched in the most direct way I knew. But Jason's hand was still slow and tentative as it moved down my stomach. My breath caught as abdominal muscles jumped under his hand. I opened my legs in anticipation. I tightened my grip on the back of Jason's head and pulled his mouth tighter to my nipple. Muscles loosened in my gut and my groans were deeper and louder as I felt his palm reach and settle on my mound. Fingers pushed between my thighs.
"Oh... My... God," the words came out strangled as Jason began lightly manipulating my pussy lips. Fingers circled over my pussy, pulling and pushing my pussy lips. I wanted more... Needed more stimulation...
"Harder, Jason. Finger me harder."
Jason did as I ordered. I'd soaked the crotch of my panties. The silky material slid easily over my wet pussy lips. Fingers explored the length of my slit. I gasped when circling fingers pressed and my clit began receiving the attention I'd wanted for so long from my husband.
Jason wasn't experienced. He wasn't aware of what he was doing but what he was doing was exactly what I wanted! The movements of his fingers manipulating my pussy lips became surer... My moans came from deep in my throat; guttural sounds interspersed with gasps as the pressure on my clit increased. My thighs opened more. My hips began moving to push my pussy into Jason's questing fingers.
I pulled Jason's lips back to mine. I kissed him hard in my attempt to signal him to press harder between my legs. My hips continued their slow, unconscious movements under Jason's hand. My breath caught and my moans came faster. He couldn't feel how wet I was through my jean shorts, but I knew. I hadn't been this wet in what seemed like ages.
"There... There... Harder... Down... Harder... Harder," I moaned as I began giving my stepson his first instructions on where and how to finger a pussy.
Jason's fingers moved with more confidence under my guidance. His mouth continued to move from my nipples to my neck and then back to my tits. But I hadn't been idle while Jason played with me. I was exploring what was between his legs just as he was exploring between my legs. The more I explored... The more my fist moved from the base of his cock and up and up towards the tip, the more my brain fog cleared and... Holy Fuck! Is it really as big as it feels?
Was it the material of his shorts that made his cock seem so thick? Was my hand measuring the shaft correctly? I had to find out. Curiosity warred against my desire to let Jason's fingers continue playing between my legs. Curiosity won. As good as what Jason was doing, I pulled the hand between my legs away and moved to extricate myself from under him. Jason tried to stop me, thinking I was about to stop everything we were doing; that I was going to leave.
But I wasn't leaving. I was taking this to the next level, but on my terms. Now it was my movements putting him on his back.
"Don't move," I commanded, pressing his shoulders to the mattress when he tried to raise up. Obediently he stilled under my hands.
Straddling his legs, my breasts were exposed to his sight and in easy reach. Like a baby reaching for something shiny, Jason reached for them, but I pushed his hands away.
"It's my turn to play," I told him. I had the experience Jason lacked and I knew what I wanted! I heard Jason's breath catch as my hand moved under and up the leg of his loose gym shorts.
"Oh, shit!" Jason's soft expletive came as my hand closed over hard cock. I began slow stroking the shaft from the base to the tip. At the base the shaft felt as thick around as my wrist. The shaft tapered off only a little as my hand moved slowly towards the tip. A slow and long, long move. Fuck! I needed to see what my touch was telling me!
I gripped the waistband of the gym shorts. The elastic was easy to pull down. Jason's hips moved up from the mattress to help me pull his shorts down. The tip of his cock appeared. Then more cock... Then more in a slow reveal as I continued to pull on the shorts. I released the shorts once I had them around Jason's thighs. Holy fucking shit! It took me a long moment to take in what I was seeing.
I've dated men with really nice cocks. My husband has a cock that's a little above average. But somehow my average sized husband and his ex-wife had produced a boy with the largest cock I'd ever seen in all my fucking around! This baby looked at least two inches longer and much thicker than the biggest cock I'd fucked up till now. My hand moved to grasp and slow stroke the shaft.
Jason was lying deathly still as I stroked. Probably afraid that he might do or say something to make me stop. The tip was circumcised. The bulb was a deep purple. I's already milked a drop of pre-cum from the tip. The drop grew larger as my hand continued to milk the shaft. I didn't stop to think. My hand pointed the tip up as I leaned forwards to lick the tip clean.
I liked how Jason moaned and tensed at the touch of my tongue. I took the tip between my lips. Jason's gasp fueled my desire to play. I ran my tongue down the side of the shaft until pubic hair scratched my cheek. Jason had been out jogging. Sweating... The scent of his crotch was strong in my nose. Sweaty balls... Musk... Pungently Male!
I disconnected my brain and acted on autopilot, parting my lips and taking the large bulb of Jason's cock into my mouth. I rolled my tongue over the sensitive tip before I took more of him into my mouth. Of all the cocks I'd sucked, none had filled my mouth like this.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could, letting more and more cock slide over my tongue. I felt the soft tip flatten hard against the back of my throat. I had all the cock that would fit in my mouth in this position. My God, there was at least half of that thick cock still outside my lips for my hand to stroke.
I held Jason in my mouth for several long moments. Listening to his breathy moans as I rubbed my tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock. I began bobbing my head over his crotch. Hearing his groans, knowing I was giving him his first blow job excited me. As I let his cock slide between my lips, I tried to take just a little more of his shaft into my mouth with each downwards push of my head.
I lifted my head, letting Jason's shaft slip from my lips. I rose up and balanced on a locked arm. My other hand continued to stroke his cock as I tossed my head to move my hair out of the way. Jason propped himself up on his elbows to meet my eyes.
"Do you like this?"
"God, yes," he whispered back.
"You have a really big cock," I said.
"I do?"
"Yea, you do," I answered, then lowered my head and ran my tongue slowly up the long shaft while Jason watched. I smiled at his moan and continued to lick just the very engorged, deep purple bulb.
"Do you want me to do that again?"
"Fuck, yes," Jason groaned.
Straddling Jason's legs, I molded my mouth around the large bulb again. I licked and played with it before, inch by slow inch I took more cock between my lips. My hair fell like a curtain that hid what I was doing from Jason's sight. I felt his hand move my hair aside so he could watch me as I continued to suck his cock. I kept my eyes locked onto his as I bobbed my head faster over his crotch.
I've throated large cocks. But only when I'd been on my back, my head hanging over the side of a bed. Unlike now, my mouth and throat had been in alignment. In the position I was in now I couldn't force the tip of Jason's cock past the back of my mouth. I stopped trying and increased the speed of my sucking mouth.
I been so intent on how much cock I could suck, I hadn't paid attention to how my mouth action was affecting my young stepson. I'd forgotten that Jason lacked the control of other lovers I'd had. Other more experienced lovers...
But Jason wasn't experienced and I'd brought him faster than I thought I would. In truth, I hadn't even been trying to bring him. I'd been playing! I'd forgotten the fact my stepson was a very excited virgin getting his cock sucked for the first time. Well, my playtime was about to produce results... Results of a wet, physical kind.
I'd let men cum in my mouth. I clamped my lips tight just below the head and increased the speed of my hand stroking the shaft. Jason's hips pushed up, forcing more cock into my mouth. He groaned just as hot cum splashed against the back of my mouth.
Stream after stream of cum filled my mouth. My lips clamped tighter around Jason's shaft. More and more cum coated my tongue. Cock pulsed until, with gradually weakening contractions, Jason's balls finally emptied.
The taste and consistency of what Jason left in my mouth wasn't as strong or slimy as I'd always thought it would be when I was a cum-virgin. Too watery to be slimy. A little salty, a little bitter: more like a sour metallic aftertaste. Hell, it was cum. I can't think of anything that tastes like cum except more cum.
My lips continued to press hard around the shaft to prevent cum from escaping, I slowly slid my lips up Jason's cock while my hand milked the last drops of cum from his shaft. Only one drop of cum escaped as I let the tip slip from my mouth.
Sitting up I shook my hair out of the way. I looked down at Jason. His eyes never wavered as he watched my tongue play with his cum before I swallowed and licked my lips clean. Dipping my head, I sucked his cock clean of the cum that had escaped from my lips.
Now, with the lingering taste of Jason's cum in my mouth, I returned to the real world. My mind started working again. The sexual excitement that had hijacked my rational thinking faded. Looking down at my still excited stepson I had a real 'Oh-Shit!' moment. As the meme says, 'It was at that moment, she knew she'd fucked up!'.
Looking at the cock still had in my hand, I realized I'd dived headfirst into a deep, deep pool of shit. I quickly released Jason's cock, dismounted his thighs and scooted to the edge of the bed. I couldn't look at him as I put on my t-shirt. Jason caught the hint that playtime was over. I felt the mattress move behind me as Jason pulled his shorts up as I pulled my shirt down.
'Holy FUCK! I've fucked up big time,' I continued to mentally chastise myself as I picked up my bra from the floor. I scrubbed my face with my hands as if I could wipe away the memory of the last twenty minutes. I stood up and moved away from the bed when Jason moved to sit on the edge of the bed beside me. I pressed the palms of my hands against my temples and began to pace back-and-forth in the space between the bed and the wall. I kept my eyes down, unable to even glance at my stepson.
"Jesus Christ!!! What the fucking Hell was I thinking," I asked myself in a strangled groan.
"What's wrong," asked the clueless and recently sexually satisfied teen. Of course HE didn't realize the trouble I was in, both morally and financially!
"What's wrong," I exclaimed finally turning to look at Jason. He didn't look worried. He looked like he wanted another blow job. "Holy shit, Jason! I'm married to your dad! When he finds out, I'm gone. Finito! Eighty-sixed... I'll be lucky if he doesn't shoot me."
"Hey, I'm not gonna tell him and if I don't and you don't," Jason said reasonably and shrugged. He was far calmer than I felt. "Who's left to tell him."
"Jason, what we... What I just did wasn't right! I'm married. To your dad. I'm your stepmother," I spelled out in words that even he could understand.
Jason seemed to consider what I'd said and shrugged again.
"So what?"
"So what!?"
"Yea. So what," Jason repeated. "You don't love my dad, and he doesn't love you. He only married you to get his next promotion. So... So what if we have fun?"
"Wait..." I slowly processed what Jason had said. "What promotion?"
"I thought you knew," Jason sounded surprised. "His bosses look for stable family men and women to promote to management positions higher than what he is now. Marriage means stability to his bosses and gives him a leg up on the competition. He looked around for a pretty wife and he choose you."
I stood absolutely still. I felt like someone had hit me from behind with a two-by-four. It all made sense to me now! Why Hamilton had married me! He'd wanted pretty arm candy to impress his bosses. What I thought were dates had actually been job interviews. I seemed easy going. I looked good on his arm. He'd watched me smooth the ruffled feathers of disgruntled employees so he knew I could shmooze his bosses during company parties.
I'd passed his job interviews, so he'd asked me to marry him. Even the time limit on the pre-nup made sense now. Hamilton knew that if he didn't get his promotion within five years he never would. He wouldn't need me after five years. He'd divorce me, pay me and wave goodbye to me. It all made sense in a strategic, cold-blooded way.
"How do you know this," I asked.
"I heard him talking over the phone to some of his friends... And I read the pre-nup."
"How did you read the... Did you snoop through my things?!"
"What? No! I looked in Dad's home safe. I cracked the combination years ago. It's my birthday just backwards."
I continued to stand motionless beside the bed. I couldn't concentrate. My mind kept flitting from one thought to another. I had too much I needed to think about coming at me too fast. But when I felt Jason's hand on my arm, I had one thing I could concentrate on. I moved awa.
"No! We can't do..." I waved my hand at the bed. "We can't do that again."
"Why not," Jason asked. Like any teenage boy his brain was fixated on sex. "I liked it and I think you liked it, and Dad will never know."
I didn't answer immediately. Hell, off the top of my head I didn't know the answer to 'Why not?' myself. I fell back to practical considerations.
"Your dad will be home soon. I have to finish supper. I'll... I need to think about all this."
I practically ran from Jason's bedroom to my room. I had to close and lock the door to stop Jason from following me like an eager puppy. Dammit! This was so messed up! Damn, I tossed my soaked panties in the clothes hamper. I ran my fingers though my slit. I was so fucking wet! I felt the emptiness inside me wanting to be filled. I felt all my pent-up sexual desire...
Leaning against my bedroom door I continued fingering my pussy. I pushed another finger between my thighs, sliding both in the slick wetness of my slit. I wanted to lie on my bed and masturbate to orgasm. I wanted to return to Jason's bed to fuck. But it was getting close to the time my husband would arrive home. I pulled my fingers from my dripping pussy. They were covered with thick grool.
I hurried into my bathroom to clean up. I pushed my juice-soaked panties to the bottom of the laundry hamper where my husband would never see them. After changing into clean panties and clothes, I settled my nerves by doing a quick touch up of my makeup.
Jason was waiting for me in the kitchen. He usually did his homework at the table so we could talk while I cooked. But today as I started supper, he was following close behind me step-for-step. His arms trying to capture me. Hands reached for my tits. I tried to make him behave. I pushed him away time after time. Telling him to stop... I don't believe he believed me. Hell, I didn't believe myself!
I was enjoying myself as much as Jason was. It was fun dodging hands and slipping from arms that tried to capture me. It was like I was sixteen again and out on a date with a grabby boyfriend. I tried not to show that I was enjoying myself, but my escapes came slower each time I was caught. My hands pushing Jason away lost their strength. Each time Jason caught me I remained in his grasp longer. I allowed hands to massage my tits longer.
This was everything that I'd wanted my husband to do.
I gave up pushing Jason away. I closed my eyes and leaned back against his chest. My eyes closed as I felt him unzip my slacks. But in the kitchen rational thought came quicker to me than it had in Jason's bedroom. Jason's fingertips were just starting to push under the elastic band of my panties when I realized how late it was. Fuck! What the hell am I doing!
If Hamilton parked in the driveway we wouldn't know he was home until he walked through the front door. No way my husband wouldn't miss seeing that his wife and son had been playing grab-ass. This time I used real strength to pull Jason's hands from my pussy and tits. Breaking away from Jason, I zipped up my pants while fending off hands.
I finally had to use my sternest 'Mom voice' to make him sit at the table where we took most of our meals. Jason sat but looked ready to pounce at the slightest suggestion of my will weakening. I told myself it was to settle my nerves and began gulping down wine while we waited for my husband to come home. I poured Jason a glass to kill the bottle and handed him another bottle to open while we waited.
It finally got so late that I began to wonder if Hamilton had a meeting he hadn't mentioned. Hamilton didn't answer his office phone. Knowing he often had late meetings, I called my work friend. George was reluctant at first, but he finally admitted that my husband had left early with his latest conquest. I hung up and fumed in silence.
Jason had listened to my side of the conversation. He picked up on my mood.
"Dad's out with another woman again, isn't he?"
"Yea," I replied in a flat, toneless voice. Not wanting to talk about it.
Lately Hamilton had gotten sloppier in trying to keep his assignations secret from me. Longer hours 'working'. Longer absences on the weekend. No one needed twelve hours to play 18-holes of golf. He'd become lazy with hygiene, too. He'd begun coming home smelling of perfume that wasn't mine.
He knew that I knew. I knew that he knew. We were both past caring. He thought there was nothing I could do without losing a large amount of money. If I divorced him, I lost money. He thought my hands were tied by the pre-nup. In Hamilton's eyes, my continued silence each time he came home with the scent of another woman clinging to him only confirmed my impotence. At the same time, I knew he wouldn't divorce me as long as he was in line for a promotion.
I stood by the stove getting madder and madder. Unless I was ready to lose a shit-ton of money, I felt as if I was an inmate in a prison. I had three more long years of this shit before I got my release and my money! It was while I poured myself another glass of wine that a solution presented itself.
"What's good for the goose is good for the gander," I mumbled, unaware I'd said that aloud.
"What," Jason's ears perked up.
"Nothing. Just thinking to myself," I answered. But in truth I'd made my decision. There was no way in hell I was going three more years with just a vibrating piece of plastic pleasuring me! If my husband was going to fuck around, then I was going to fuck around, too. I just needed to be sneaky in finding a secret lover... Preferably a secret lover with a large cock and fuck morality!
If I went outside the house for sexual gratification, I ran the very real chance of being discovered. If caught in an affair I lost all the money per the pre-nup terms. This town was a hotbed for gossip. If I went out to find cock, I'd have to drive a hundred miles away to find a lover without being discovered. If I went out...
But what if I remained in... I sipped more wine and looked across the kitchen at Jason. I began to grin. I knew exactly where I could find a secret lover with a large cock!
