The months since I’d taken my sister’s virginity felt like an eternity. She was back at college, and since that night, my world had narrowed to her alone. No other woman mattered. My thoughts were consumed by my sweet, nerdy sister. My nights were spent replaying memories and staring at the nude pictures she had sent, each climax bigger than the last. I was in a strange kind of bliss, just waiting for summer and her return.
One morning, my stepmother called. She asked if I could come over that weekend. I had nothing else to do, so I agreed. It was time I got out of the house.
Friday came, and I knocked on the front door. Getting no answer, I let myself in. The house was unnervingly quiet. I climbed the stairs, the thick carpet silencing my steps, and found my stepmother in her bedroom. She was a sight to behold—5’6″ of pure, athletic muscle without an ounce of excess fat. She wore tight, vibrant yoga shorts and a light blue sports bra, her dirty blonde hair pulled into pigtails. I drank in the view, my mouth watering, but I held myself in check. My cock and my desire were reserved for my sister.
“Hey there,” she greeted me, her voice a little brighter now that she had company. “I hope I didn’t mess up any plans you had. I’ve been so bored and lonely with your dad away on his business trip.”
She patted the bed next to her, and I slowly went to sit down. As I watched her, she rolled out a yoga mat and began her daily stretches, all the while venting about my dad’s constant absence. She felt overlooked and forgotten. At one point, she bent into a deep split, and I saw her pussy lips clearly outlined by the tight fabric of her shorts. A bolt of desire shot through me, laced with a familiar guilt.
She stood back up, and her firm ass became the centerpiece of the room. It was like J.Lo’s, but smaller and perfectly suited to her frame. I could see the top of her g-string peeking out, the shorts hugging her panty line. She turned her head, a playful smile on her face.
“What, are you checking out your dear old stepmother?”
Her words brought me back to reality. She was 56, and looked no older than 43. I swallowed hard.
“Sorry, I got lost for a second. You look incredible. It’s sad that Dad leaves you alone so much. If you don’t mind me asking, and I’m sorry if this is too personal… do you two still… you know, do it?”
A blush spread across her cheeks. “That is quite personal. You shouldn’t be asking such things. But since we’re alone, I’ll tell you. No, we don’t. He’s too busy with work and doesn’t have time for me anymore. He’s always away or too tired to even notice me. I feel like he’s forgotten me completely.”
I got up from the bed and pulled her into a hug, gently stroking her back as she began to sob quietly into my shoulder. She wrapped her arms around me, holding on tight. My cock, a traitor to my resolve, hardened against her, pressed against my milf stepmother. She either felt it and chose to ignore it, or she hadn’t noticed. My question was answered when she lifted her head and looked into my eyes, a confused expression on her face. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me softly.
It was a test. A soft, tentative kiss to gauge my reaction. She lowered herself back to her feet, and the friction made me even harder. I leaned down and kissed her properly this time. She moved her hands from my ribs to my neck as I parted her lips and our tongues began to dance. I slid my hands over her back, gently caressing her buttocks before gripping them firmly and pulling her even closer.
She moaned into the kiss as it became deeper and more primal. My cock was now fully erect and aching. She could feel the bulge in my cargo pants, and she slid her hand down to cup my throbbing member. Breaking the kiss, she knelt down, unzipped my pants, and pulled them down, along with my boxers.
She took hold of my purple cock, her tongue tracing the glistening tip. Then she squatted, rubbing herself as she teased me. She kissed and sucked the head of my cock, her finger tracing her covered slit. She pulled down the front of her shorts and blue g-string, exposing her smooth pussy as she took my cock deep into her mouth.
She began to bob up and down slowly, deeply, her other hand rubbing her clit. Her moans and the vibrations on my cock showed she was giving in to her desires. She sucked on me faster, and her fingers inside herself worked with new urgency. I moaned and panted, feeling my cock throb harder as more precum leaked into her mouth. I grabbed her pigtails and began to face-fuck my stepmother.
Her fingers were working furiously now, two of them inside her as she grabbed my ass with her free hand. Her moans grew louder on my cock as she neared her climax. I grunted, then let out a roar, “Eat that cum, slut!” The words surprised me, but they had the desired effect. Her muffled scream was silenced by my cock as she came, her climax soaking her fingers and my face. My cum shot out, a torrent down her throat. She swallowed every drop, even cleaning my cock with her tongue when I was done.
She slowly pulled off and kissed my cock once more. She licked her fingers clean, then tried to stand, but her legs were weak from her orgasm. That’s when my primal drive took over. As she steadied herself on the bed, I shoved her onto it, yanking her shorts and g-string off her legs and over her sneakers. She mumbled something, but her face was buried in a pillow, and I didn’t care what she said.
I spread her legs and admired the tan lines from her bikini on her ass. I saw her wet, waiting pussy. I buried my face between her legs, hungrily devouring her, my nose pressed against her puckerhole. I slid two fingers inside her, finger-fucking her while licking her clit. I slid my other hand under her and flicked her clit.
She lifted her head, moaning loudly, begging me not to stop. She bucked against my tongue and fingers as I pleasured my sexy stepmother. I pulled my fingers out, licking them clean, and then lifted her hips into the air. Grabbing my cock, I plunged it deep inside her. In and out. I repeated the motion, then thrust deep inside her hungry trap, holding her hips and fucking her like she deserved.
I was smacking her ass as I fucked her harder and deeper. She cried out in pain, but she begged for more. I grabbed her pigtails, pulling her up onto her hands, and pounded her pussy without remorse. I could feel her wetness spilling out, splashing onto my balls. The squishing sound of my cock filling her soaking pussy echoed through the room.
She lost all control, her body convulsing in orgasm after orgasm. Her pussy clamped down on my cock with more intensity than I had ever felt. It was during her third climax that I felt my release building. I yanked hard on her pigtails as I unleashed a massive load. It felt like a river of semen pouring out, seeding my stepmother.
I gave a few short, hard thrusts to empty myself completely before pulling out of her loosening cunt. As soon as the head of my cock escaped, some of my seed dripped out. She fell face-first onto the bed, gasping for breath. I was still hard and horny. I quickly flipped her onto her back. She begged me to stop, but I ignored her. Her pussy had been neglected, and I was going to fix that. I pulled her to the edge of the bed, spread her legs wide, and rammed my cock back into her abused pussy.
I leaned down, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, still begging me to stop. I used her grip to my advantage, sliding her legs onto my arms and lifting her off the bed. I gripped her ass firmly and began to drive my cock into her harder and faster. Her pleas for mercy turned into desperate cries for more. She moaned and screamed louder with every thrust. I could hear my balls slapping against her ass as I abused her pussy.
“You like that cock, bitch? You’re a dirty whore, aren’t you? You wanted me to fuck you. You dirty skank.”
With every word, she moaned and screamed harder and louder. It felt like an eternity before she screamed at the top of her lungs, coming again. I filled her pussy with my seed one last time. She leaned back, her grip on my neck failing, and her upper body fell to the floor. Her legs were still on my arms as I grasped her waist. As she was suspended in a kind of handstand, I drove my pussy-crazed cock inside her once more.
She begged even harder for me to stop. I kept fucking her, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I lost my grip, and she fell to the floor. That’s when my final load erupted. I was humping the air, her juices still on my cock. I could still feel the phantom warmth and tightness of her pussy as I came. A few medium-length ropes of cum shot out, landing on her gorgeous face and body. The rest dribbled out onto her used, reddened pussy.
I collapsed onto the bed, panting, coming down from my high. After about 30 minutes, she gingerly climbed onto the bed and lay down next to me.
“What in the world came over you?” she said.
I answered, still catching my breath, “I don’t know. All I know is that you’ve made me horny since the first day I met you. I didn’t hurt you too badly, did I?”
She smiled. “No, not at all. In fact, it’s exactly what I needed.”
We turned to each other and I kissed her softly. That night, we fucked again before bed. And every day after that, until my dad came home, and every day after he’d leave for work, we were naked, fucking wherever we were. Now, how will my sister take this news?
