This is a repost of a few stories from a few years ago. I edited and combined the chapters for easier reading.
Chapter 1
I was never much for working out. It had just never seemed like an important thing to do. It was probably because I maintained a decent physique despite the lack of training. I was 6’ tall and weighed about 170 lbs. Being a teenager with a decent build and an active metabolism I didn’t know why I would ever want to put myself through rigorous physical exercises.
My stepmom, Ava, hated that I didn’t like to work out. She was a personal trainer and spent all her free time shaping and toning her body. She said it was important because her body was her advertisement to all the women who were looking for personal trainers. I can tell you that she maintained a glorious advertisement.
She was 5’8” and couldn’t have weighed more than 125 pounds. She had short cropped black hair that was cut about neck length. It framed her gorgeous face perfectly and brought your attention to her piercing blue eyes. She had beautiful d-cup breasts which were always perfectly situated in a tight sports bra. She would often walk around in only the sports bra to expose her tight abdomen which was beautifully chiseled from years of yoga and core training. She had a gorgeous bubble butt that stretched her yoga pants and drew the attention of every man that watched her walk by. Her legs seemed to be carved from marble. They looked as firm as stone but soft and supple at the same time.
You can probably tell that my stepmom was bombshell by this point. My friends were always ogling her and telling me the things they would do with her if she ever gave them the chance. I tried to ignore their comments, and how attractive she was, but it was too difficult sometimes. Her job and her need to “advertise” her body meant that she was always walking around in sexy gym gear. I guess in retrospect this might have been one of the reasons I never really got into going to the gym no matter how much she asked. This all changed for me one Saturday morning.
It was about 7:30 in the morning and I was lying in bed blissfully running my hand over my morning wood. I had just woken up and was admiring how engorged my cock was from whatever dream I was having prior to waking. I was debating on whether or not to relieve myself before getting out of bed when I heard a knock at my bedroom door.
“What’s up?” I asked frustrated at the intrusion on my “me time”.
Ava’s voice responded, “Dalton, get up and come to the gym with me today.”
“Mom,” I groaned. “Have I ever taken you up on that offer?”
“No, but if you do this time I will make it worth the effort,” she replied her voice lifting at the end of the sentence to emphasize her glee.
“Come on, go bug Jenny. She loves going to the gym with you.” I hoped that throwing her off onto my sister would buy me the morning.
“Believe me, you are going to regret not coming with me later today when I come home and tell you what the deal was.”
I was a little intrigued at the offer but, I was more inclined to relieve my morning tension alone. I sat with my hand still on my strained erection wondering what it could be. My stepmom’s voice penetrated the silence.
“Look if you want what I have to offer, you have to get up and come with me now.”
My curiosity got the better of me and I told her I just needed a few minutes to get dressed. I rolled out of bed and stretched, readjusting my morning wood. I headed into the bathroom that connected my room to my sister’s. I managed to angle my hard rod at the toilet. After a very relieving piss my cock settled to a much less engorged state.
"Hey hurry up in there," my sister shouted through the door. "I have to meet Tiff at the mall in an hour."
It looked like my plan to pass Jen off to Ava wouldn't have worked anyways. I was a little jealous that she had plans to meet with Tiffany too. Tiffany was her gorgeous redheaded best friend. She had been a regular installation in our house for years. I didn't mind one bit though.
I had spied on her and Jen countless times, listening to them through the conjoined bathroom door. It began as an attempt to learn more about her. I had hoped that if I could get a good mental picture of her interests, I would be able convince her to go out with me. After a little bit, it turned into silently masturbating while she and Jen took turns describing their sexual exploits.
Jen was surprisingly experienced for her age. She and Tiffany were both a year younger than me but by 18 my sister had already slept with a lot of my friends. Most guys would be mortified by the thought of their friends fucking their sister, but most guys wouldn't jack off in the other room while listening to the details either.
I didn't have an overpowering obsession with my sister, but her stories were always so detailed, and I could tell she loved to fuck. Tiffany could never keep up with her when they swapped stories. I always noted the jealousy in her voice when she heard Jennifer giggle about how hard she came the last time she’d had sex. I liked that Tiff wasn't as experienced though. It made me feel like she was pure and needed a little corruption.
I flushed the toilet and headed back into my room. I quickly threw on clothes that would be suitable to work out in and headed downstairs. When I walked into the kitchen my dad was eating breakfast and reading the news on his IPad. The smell of coffee and bacon danced across my nose.
"Did your mom finally talk you into going to the gym with her?" He asked lazily.
"She has my attention, but I've yet to commit."
"Better you than me," he said without looking up.
The fact that he was pretending he didn't want to go to the gym was laughable. He stayed in excellent shape, even at the age of 45. The real reason he wouldn't go was that they had been fighting constantly for the last 10 months. I didn't really know why, but I just chalked it up to typical marital stress after long years of boredom, another thing that made me wonder why I would waste time exercising if it ended in a marriage like this at 45.
My stepmom strode into the room and beamed at me, clearly pleased with herself. "So you excited to hear my proposition?", she asked. She was dressed in grey and pink yoga pants that sat so perfectly on her legs they could have been painted. Her top was a matching sports bra that held her breasts like two perfect globes of milky bronze.
"Ecstatic," I replied indifferently.
“I'll tell you in the car on the way," she grinned.
At this point I decided to go just to hear her out. Worst case scenario, I would ogle the other ladies and use them to fuel my fire when I got home.
As soon as we jumped in the car I began my inquiry, "Alright mom, what are you up to?"
"You know how you have been asking me and your dad too buy you a car?"
"Holy shit! You're gonna buy me a car just for coming to the gym with you?"
"First off, watch your mouth. Second, I'm going to give you the chance to earn a car by working out for the next few months."
"I don't get it."
"Every year I compete in a fitness competition with other trainers at my gym. This year we decided to see who could train the best competitor over a 3-month period. I figured this would be the perfect opportunity to get you in the gym. Plus, I can prove I'm a better trainer than this ass hole I work with."
"So do I actually have to win to get the car?"
"Well, I'm not going to say you have to win. However, you do have to put forth all your effort every day. If I feel like your slacking, I won't follow through."
"But you'll pay for the whole car?" I asked.
"No but I'll match however much you spend."
My mind lit up. I had been waiting tables and landscaping for five months since graduation. I had a little over $5000 saved and was about to get a loan for the rest. I couldn't believe my parents would match five grand just for working out with my stepmom.
"Alright, I'm down," I replied.
We spent two hours at the gym that morning. She kept me on a circuit of nothing but push-ups, pull ups, sit ups, and squats. By the end I was sweating profusely and my whole body was sore. I didn’t realize how out of shape I had gotten. She passed me a water bottle and a towel and grinned. She was obviously aware of how difficult the workout had been for me. She had kept pace with me the entire time and didn’t seem tired at all. Actually, she seemed like she had just warmed up. Her skin showed only the slightest amount of perspiration, which gave her body an amazing glow.
“Okay hon, now for the best part,” she told me.
“What’s that?”
“We steam for 20 minutes then, I rub the tension out of your muscles.”
“You’re going to give me a massage?”
“Yeah, I do it for most of my customers. They always say it’s their favorite part of the workout.”
I was a little nervous about getting a massage from Ava, but my body was sore. The thought of her hands running along my tight muscles excited me. My cock twitched in my pants as I drank in the sight of her glistening form. Her supple skin looked delicious and even though she was my stepmom, it turned me on to imagine her hands on my chest and thighs. I quickly decided just to go with it.
We met up in the steam shower a few minutes later. I had stripped down to my boxers and a towel. I wasn’t sure what the steam room etiquette called for. As I opened the door and stepped inside, I stood for a moment squinting through the steam. It looked like I was the only one in the room. I made my way to one of the seats and sat down opening my towel and laying it across my lap. I leaned back and breathed deeply through my nose enjoying the soothing atmosphere.
I heard the door to the room open. I looked up and saw her walking with a towel wrapped tight around her breasts and ass, so that it looked like a slutty cocktail dress. She walked over and sat down near me. I was trying to gaze at her magnificent body without getting caught when she opened the towel to adjust herself. The motion gave me a beautiful view of one of her nipples. My cock strained against my boxers, and I found myself wishing I could take them off.
As if on cue she asked, “Did you take your underwear off honey?”
“No…” I replied, “I thought maybe you leave them on.”
“I’ll turn around and you can take them off real quick. We’re the only ones here.”
I thought this was a very strange offer. For one, I didn’t see why her mind had been on this track to begin with. I also didn’t see why it mattered. I was reluctant to look a gift horse in the mouth however, so I said, “Sure, close your eyes it’ll only take a second.”
She closed her eyes, and I removed my towel and dropped my boxers in one quick motion. My cock sprang free into the open air of the steam room. I knew it would be fully erect in a matter of minutes. The amazing sensation of the heated air, combined with the taboo of my stepmom being half naked a few feet away, had me really turned on. I sat back down and covered my growing rod with the towel.
“Alright, your good mom.”
“Feel better without that sweaty underwear?” She asked without opening her eyes.
“Yeah…” I laughed, “It was a little constricting.”
I wished I had taken the time to relieve myself that morning. My cock was throbbing and bouncing under the towel. It was fully engorged and I could feel the cum building up at the tip. I was doing my best to control myself, but the knowledge that my dick was free under the towel kept mingling with mental images of what I would like to do with my mother.
“This towel is stifling,” she told me. “When it’s just me, I don’t even bother to wear one.”
Why was she telling me this? I was having a hard-enough time trying to act normal without any added arousal. It was obvious that she wasn’t aware she had me so turned on. I put my hands in my lap to hide the infrequent shifting of the towel as my cock twitched from all the excitement.
“Honey are you okay?” she asked finally sensing my discomfort.
“I’m fine,” I replied much too quickly.
“Would it be alright with you if I take my towel off? I know its awkward being in the steam room with your stepmom, but it’s just a little nudity. Besides, I think I can trust you not too peek right?”
“Uh, sure mom. I’ll close my eyes for you. Just tell me when you’re done.”
I closed my eyes and tried to think of something besides how sexy she must look right now.
“All done,” she chirped happily. “Honey, I'm going to lean back and close my eyes make sure I don't fall asleep please."
Without waiting for a reply, she leaned back and closed her eyes with her arms out to each side slightly. My heart was racing and my hands were trembling as I used the opportunity to look on my stepmom’s perfection in all its glory.
Her tits sat high on her chest like gorgeous melons plastered in place. She had large areolas with dark nipples poking perfectly from there center. Her abs were sleek and shiny with sweat and steam. I continued to glance downward where a realized the shape of her thigh was block my view of her pussy. I could just make out the beginning of neatly trimmed black pubic hair that crested the top of her mound. My eyes shifted to the side of her ass and trailed down to her beautiful legs.
My cock was leaking precum at this point and I was slowly giving in to the temptation to touch myself. I shifted my towel from my waist to my knees and brushed my shaft lightly with my palm. The newfound obsession over my stepmom was getting me more turned on than I had ever been. I was scared that if I played with myself too much I would cum right there in the steam room sitting next to her. I gripped my cock and gave one slow stroke across the seven inches of throbbing meat. Precum oozed from the tip threatening to release a torrent of seminal fluid across the floor in front of me.
“Okay time to get out,” she intoned without opening her eyes. I awoke from the lust drunk slumber my mind was swimming in. I quickly grabbed my towel and wrapped myself, afraid that she would see what I had been doing and disown me. She glanced over just as I was finished and smiled as she put her towel back on as well.
“So much for no peeking,” she giggled as I realized I was staring without reserve.
“Oh shit! Sorry I forgot. I swear that was the only time I saw you.”
“Sure it was,” she smiled back. “C’mon let’s go get this massage out of the way and get home.”
Twenty minutes later I was laid out across a heated massage table underneath a thick sheet. My face was resting on the pillow pad at the end of the table causing me to stare blankly at the floor. The room was dimly lit with candles, and music played softly in the background. Laying there I took a moment to appreciate the quality of service my stepmom provided to her customers.
I had elected to go full nude due to the European attitude my mother had displayed in the steam shower. My body was still on fire from the steam shower, but the relaxing mood of the room was calming me down. I closed my eyes and breathed slowly as I waited for my stepmom to enter.
She walked in and closed the door quietly. Moving swiftly to the side of my head, she knelt down and whispered, "I hope you've enjoyed this so far honey. I'll rub the tension out of your muscles and will head home."
Her short hair tickled the back of my neck, and I smelled the wonderful scent of her shampoo. I was high on endorphins from all the exercise, and the spa treatment that was following had me in a state of ecstasy.
She slipped the sheet from one of my arms and began to rub it with oiled hands. She worked her way from the shoulder to my elbow slowly. Her hands glided across my skin leaving satisfaction and euphoria in their wake. The process continued down to my hand, and then she rolled the sheet back from my other arm and repeated the process.
After she had thoroughly massaged my arms, neck, and shoulders, she rolled the sheet back and spent a few minutes on my back. She was moving pretty quickly through each muscle group but each one felt fully rejuvenated after the treatment. With the back finished, she covered me again and then moved to my feet where she worked from ankles upward.
From the time her oily hands began moving past my knees on the way to my groin, I felt the smoldering heat from my prolonged arousal return to my loins. Mom kept rubbing the inside of my thighs from bottom too top then to the outside and back down again. She was carefully avoiding the pocket that my heavy balls were nestled in, but in no way did it stop the cum boiling inside my cock. Her hands slipped under the sheet and onto my ass.
I was mentally startled by this, but I lay perfectly still as though it were completely normal. She kneaded my ass cheeks one in each hand, and I involuntarily ground my hips against the table. She released her grip, covered me completely again, and walked back over to my head where she leaned down to whisper in my ear again.
"Time to flip over handsome."
I remained silent, afraid that if sound left my mouth, the dream I was living would end abruptly. I flipped onto my back and opened my eyes for the first time since mom entered the room. I looked up to the ceiling and her face slid into view.
Her eyes were angelic, glinting in the soft light given off by a candle across the room. Her hair framed her gorgeous face immaculately, and her soft lips were perfection. She stared into my eyes and grinned. She slid the sheet entirely off my chest stopping just short of exposing the tip of my fully engorged cock. Her fingers traced my collar bone and slid seamlessly from down my chest, across my abs, and under the sheet to the outside of my hips. The movement caused her to press her hips against the top of my head. Her navel was positioned inches above my eyes.
My eyes felt warm in their sockets. My cock jumped and she let out a giggle, letting me know she had noticed. I swallowed and noticed a warming tickle at the back of throat, reminiscent of the pressure in my cock which was sending shivers from its tip to my balls. Her hands lifted the towel off my cock and for the second time that day fresh air caused it to twitch.
I wondered what was motivating her to do this with me. I wasn't thinking too hard about though, she had lifted herself from my chest and quickly moved to my feet again. She slowly wrapped her fingers around the leaking shaft and leaned over. Bringing her face within inches of my cock, she began stroking the length of it slowly. Her eyes were locked on the tip. It glistened with precum that flashed silver in the candle light. The slow steady strokes she had employed and the cum built up from an entire day of hormone induced stupor sent me over the edge. Hot ropes of cum burst forth from my dick. They landed across my chest and abdomen. One at a time they rushed out of me, and the soft strokes continued.
Each eruption was a little less powerful than the last but still managed to send shivers through my entire body. Somewhere in the heat of it all, a soft moan escaped lips. The convulsions slowed and stared at the ceiling drowned in a euphoria I didn't believe possible. I looked at my mother's face. The nirvana vanished instantly. She had her hand across her mouth and tears were beginning to stream down her face.
"I can't believe I just let myself do that," she sobbed. "Dalton, I'm so fucking sorry."
Maintaining a dignified posture, she walked to the door and said, "Get cleaned up. We'll head home. I know we need to talk about this but please don't say anything now. I need time to think about it."
With that she vanished through the door, leaving me to wonder how something had escalated so quickly and ended so horribly. I slumped back and tried to get a grip on reality. I had no idea how everything had played out this way. I felt horrible about it. Why did I let her do that to me? If I had been stronger she wouldn't feel so shitty right now.
I used the sheet to clean off the massive load that had covered my chest. I pulled on my clothes and walked to the door. As I placed my hand on the knob I stood still for a second. I readied myself and opened the door, knowing that my life was going to be different from here on out.
Chapter 2
The ride home was painful. We said nothing most of the way. The passionate highs I had reached over the past few hours were evenly matched with the lows I was now feeling. My heart was pounding and my stomach was in knots. I felt like I might vomit at any second. My mind raced perpetually wondering if I should say something. Ava finally broke the silence.
"We're almost home and we need to discuss what happened."
I braced myself. My shame was permeating every fiber of my being. I was sure she was disgusted with me for what happened. Tears were forming in my eyes and my vision blurred. How could she not be? I was sure she was upset with herself too, but I was obviously the one at fault. I had been getting off thinking of her the entire time. She only gave in when she saw my cock jolting underneath the towel. I said nothing. Again, she spoke, "I need to apologize. I gave in to a fantasy that I have had for a long time in there. Over the past few years I have been fantasizing about fooling around with you.”
I was stunned. The image I had of my stepmother as an innocent housewife shattered. She had been attracted to ME over the past few years. I was overwhelmed by the erotic irony.
“So, you’ve wanted me for years?” I asked timidly.
“Yes,” she replied, “I know its sick, but I can’t help it. I have tried not to think of you that way, but I watched you grow to manhood, and I have loved you your entire life. When your body began to develop, I began to have an overwhelming attraction for you.”
Her words were getting me aroused again. The horrible guilty feeling that I had experiencing began to ebb its way out of my chest and stomach. I was at a loss for how to respond to her.
“I know you are probably disgusted with me for seducing you like that. I just hope you can forgive me and you don’t tell your dad.”
“Mom, I wanted this too. I wanted it for a really long time. I promise I will never tell dad that this happened.”
“I didn’t realize that you felt this way about me too”, she responded. There was a long pause after this. She seemed to be contemplating my words very deeply. “We can never do this again. It’s unhealthy and it will only escalate until we can’t control it anymore.”
I thought about what she said and it made sense. If she were to let this continue, I wouldn’t be able to control myself. Eventually we would be full on fucking each other. The possibilities leading from there were endless. We could get caught and that would destroy our family. My stepmom could end up pregnant with my child! The worst of these possibilities was that she and I might damage our relationship beyond repair.
Despite all these reasons, I knew I wanted to keep going. I had never experienced anything quite as intense as that massage. I knew I would do anything to have that feeling again and I wasn’t going to let Her walk away from the situation without letting me have just one more thing.
“I agree,” I began cautiously, “but if we can never do it again after today, then we should make the most of today, don’t you think?”
“Dalton, I meant we can never do that again, at all,” she replied with emphasis on the end of her sentence. I should have let it go, but I felt warmth spreading from my balls, still heavy with cum despite my torrential release.
“I know what you are saying but we didn’t even really indulge like we both want too yet. I loved what you did, but now I think everything is out in the open and we already broke the rules. We should take this chance to do something more … fun,” I finished hoping she would give in.
“I don’t like where this is going,” she replied shortly. Her answer was curt but I noticed that her nipples were getting hard poking against her sports bra. “What do you have in mind?” she asked.
“Why don’t we go down on each other?”
She inhaled sharply. I assumed it was a mixture of her shock at my forwardness and her arousal at the proposition.
“We can’t,” she answered, almost pleading rather than commanding.
I seized the moment to exploit what I assumed was weakness in her resolve. I slid my shorts and underwear down revealing my once more throbbing cock at its full seven inches. She gasped, still driving, she looked around at the other cars as if they had all been staring at us in that exact moment. Her eyes kept darting from the road to my cock as I slowly wrapped my hand around and began rubbing it sensually.
“Pleaseeee…” I begged, suddenly enthralled by the taboo of our situation. “If you suck my hard cock I’ll make you cum with my mouth.” I was running my hand smoothly from my balls to the shining tip of my penis. It was dripping with precum and I was drunk on the hormones raging through my body. She kept glancing at my cock and her hand was slipping between her thighs.
"Dalton we really can't do this honey it's so wrong.... Mommy's pussy is so wet right now."
She was fighting and giving in at the same time. I slid my hand to the top of my cock and rolled my thumb across the tip spreading glistening cum around the helmet. She glanced at the road ahead and put on her turn signal to pull into the parking lot of our local mall.
She quickly found a spot and parked. Without a word, she got out of the SUV and headed around the hatchback. She opened it and laid down the back seats making a large area where we could both lay down. I climbed into the back from my seat up front and she came in through hatch closing it behind her.
We were both breathing heavily as we grabbed one another and our lips met trembling. Her tongue slid into my mouth, massaging mine and driving me crazy. I closed my lips on hers and sucked drawing it deeper into my mouth. I pressed my teeth against it hungrily as she drew back out causing her to moan erotically.
I moved down her neck line sucking, licking, and gently biting her. When my lips reached her cleavage, she pushed me back and yanked her sports bra off. Heavy tan breasts fell free from there restrictions. Her nipples were screwed into hard nubs begging for my attention. My cock, still exposed from the masturbatory seduction I performed earlier, bobbed everywhere with a long stream of cum leaking all over the rough fabric of the back of her car.
I closed my lips around her nipple and stroked it from top to bottom with strong licks. She whimpered, and I slid my hand beneath her yoga pants and panties to fondle her wet pussy. My fingers pressed against her clit as I switched to her other nipple.
This was different from the massage. There was no pretense of innocence between us. We were connecting at our most animalistic level, sharing pure pleasure despite our taboo relation. She was showing no inhibitions what so ever. I loved every moment of our surrender.
I couldn’t believe that our day had taken this turn. To think, this morning and been trying to think of a way to get out of going with her to the gym. I wondered if this had been why she spent so much time trying to convince me to work out with her. Maybe all along she had been fantasizing about seducing me.
Three of my fingers began massaging her pussy lips. This action gifted me with a liberal amount of her juices on my hand. I removed the hand and continued masturbating. The slick lubrication my mother's pussy had provided allowed me to vigorously pleasure myself. She watched me stroke my cock as I continued to suck on her gorgeous nipples.
Tired of waiting to play with my cock, she pushed me back. I leaned against a makeshift back rest provided by the front passenger seat. She lowered her head to my shiny, throbbing rod and lifted it so that it pointed straight up. She began licking the base letting her tongue slide against my balls occasionally. She held my dick between her fingers tips and palm so that she had perfect access to the bottom side. She began running her wet tongue and lips from the base of my shaft to the tip. Everywhere her mouth touched, I felt a slick trail of saliva dripping down. She continued this motion sending warmth and pleasure through my loins.
She closed her fingers around my shaft so that only the head of my dick poked through and rolled her tongue around the spongy sensitive tip. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. She was slathering her thick spit and my precum across the head of my engorged cock, edging me. Her firm grip was effectively slowing my climax.
She stopped for a moment and grinned. She sat up and slid her yoga pants off. I looked at her sex for the first time. She had large pussy lips which foretold a very wet center. Her clit poked sexily just past the folds of her beautiful prepuce. Her labia followed the shape of her lips perfectly. I was enthralled and dying to sink my cock in it when she instructed me to lay down. She straddled my face and lowered her dripping cunt down for me to devour.
My tongue reached out and breached the entrance to her folds. Silky she-cum flowed in a smooth current down the tip of my tongue. It was delicious. I pressed my mouth fully against her cunt and began probing it from top to bottom. Each time I dipped my tongue inside her dripping pussy it came back coated in her delicious juices.
As I continued to sensually explore my stepmother’s cunt with my tongue, I felt her hot wet mouth lower onto my cock. She was letting out soft moans as she took as much of my shaft into her wide open mouth as possible. I thrust my hips upward causing her to gag. I continued my oral assault on her pussy while rocking my hips towards her face.
Ava was getting lost in her bliss. She moaned louder than before and wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, stroking it as it slid in and out of her mouth. I shifted my tongue from inside her cunt to press against her throbbing clit. This was clearly driving her as close to the edge as she was me because she pulled my cock out of her mouth to speak.
“Right there honey. Make me cum on your gorgeous face Dalton.”
I didn’t reply. Instead, I pressed my tongue briefly against her smooth pink asshole. I swirled it around rimming her just enough to provide a slick coating of saliva. I then returned my tongue to her clit and pressed my middle finger against her tight sphincter while my thumb penetrated her pussy.
She was lost in ecstasy. She began vigorously sucking and stroking my cock while moaning “mmm-hmm” again and again. Her ass gaped just slightly, but enough to let my middle finger slide in and we both lost it.
She cried out one last time as I felt her cunt grab hold of my thumb and her hips bucked, causing her clit to grind all over my chin. I grunted and let loose my second load of cum. I felt 6 or 7 solid pulses of hot semen enter her mouth. She gagged and the mixture cum and spit slid down my cock in a wonderful cascade. We both sat still for a few seconds as our pleasure slowly ebbed away. Finally she released my cock from her oral embrace.
I relaxed and removed my fingerss from the glistening orifices they had probed. We lay in the back of the car breathing heavily, lost in the glorious rapture of our sacrament. She was the first to speak.
“Dalton, you have to promise me that was it. I can’t do this to our family, but I can’t stop unless you stop too.”
I contemplated what she was admitting. I had her enthralled in a certain sense. could keep this going as long as I wanted. I dreamily thought about the fun I’d yet to have with her. As I dreamed about the different adventures she and I could share, I realized that it was my stepmother that I was fantasizing about.
Having taboo fun together was one thing, but seducing her against her consent was a horrible prospect. And what about my sister and father? If they ever caught us at play, it could rip my whole family apart. What would people think of us if our secret was revealed to everyone? It all clicked, and I finally understood her reluctance.
“Okay mom, it ends here. Thank you for giving me this moment though. I’ll never forget today.”
“I hope you’ll still come to the gym with me honey. It will do wonders for your health and self-esteem. Besides, if you keep it up you’ll be sure to get some other girls to give you the same backseat service I just did,” she smiled devilishly.
“Sure thing mom.”
Chapter 3
I was finishing up my make up in my bathroom mirror when I heard my phone start buzzing on the counter. I looked down and saw that it was best friend Tiffany calling. I answered and put her on speaker so I could finish putting on my lipstick.
"Hey what's up," I asked.
"Nothing, just wanted to let you know I'm outside when you're ready," she replied.
"Come in for a second. I'm almost done getting ready, but I have to let my dad know before I leave."
"Okay I'm heading in now."
I loved that Tiff never argued with me about anything. My other friends would probably have bitched about me not being ready on time, Tiff was always understanding though. She just went with the flow of whatever I was up too.
Satisfied with my make up, I stepped back to take in the finished product. I was pretty satisfied with what I saw. My perky little c-cup breasts were exposing just the right amount of cleavage from the scoop neck of my pink shirt. My blond hair was pulled back into a sporty little ponytail. At 5'8" I had a beautiful balance of curves with my shirt ending just above my navel and my tight little ass wedged into my short shorts. I loved the things I could get away with wearing in the summer. I grabbed my phone and headed downstairs. When I got there, Tiff was in the living room giggling at something my dad was saying.
"What's so funny," I asked, slightly amused.
"Your dad just told me about how your mom finally convinced Dalton to go to the gym. He said that in a few months I'll have to watch out for him since he'll be such a hard body."
I grinned at dad's stupid joke. He was always implying that Tiff and Dalton should date. I always assumed it was just his way of being a wing man for his son. It made perfect since seeing as Tiffany was a petite little ginger with a beautiful face. He probably wanted to live vicariously through Dalton.
I wondered how seriously Tiff took his remarks. She spent so much time at our house I was sure she had gotten to know Dalton well enough to know he was interested. She and I had spent countless hours talking about guys we were into, and some of the things we had done with them, but she never mentioned him in that light.
"Dad we're heading to the mall like I told you yesterday. I'll be back for dinner," I said, eager to get out of the house.
"Tiff you can stay for that as well if you would like," he replied.
"Sounds like fun," she responded all bubbly, "thanks Mr. Hill."
"Tiffany when are you going to start calling me Kyle?" Dad asked, still smiling at her.
"Probably never at this point sir," she replied blushing slightly.
I waved goodbye and grabbed her arm pulling her towards the door. Once outside, we got into her Honda civic and headed for the mall. On the way there we chatted lightly about bull shit until I mentioned how weird it was my mom got Dalton out of the house so early.
"That's pretty cool he's going to start working out though," Tiff remarked.
"Hey does it bug you that my dad is always insisting you go out with him?"
"No, not really. He just likes to tease me is all."
"Have you ever thought about my brother like that before?"
She paused before saying, "He's cute, but I can't see us being a serious thing." She waited, then finished "I've known your family too long, it would be like hooking up with my brother."
I grinned, "So admitting he's cute is okay though?"
"I mean even you could admit that." She blushed a little.
"Is that why you always giggle at my dad's stupid jokes?"
"He's funny. And I like how sweet he is when I'm around."
"Oh my god," I laughed. "You have a crush on him. You're such a dirty little slut."
I meant that statement as a joke, but when I said it she blushed and refused to glance in my direction. I considered this and realized she must have had some fantasies about him and enjoyed the attention he always gave her. I wondered how long she had been thinking about him romantically and how intense those thoughts must have been. I decided to drop it since we were pulling up to the mall.
She and I had made plans to window shop for an hour, then meet my boyfriend Jake to see a movie. The hour went by like normal. Just looking at clothes and make up while chit chatting about nothing in general.
I occasionally considered her feelings toward my dad and decided it didn’t really bother me. I couldn't fault her for thinking he was attractive. His body was sculpted beautifully. His large chest muscles over a very tone 6 pack that he always showed off when we all went swimming. His arms and legs matched with gorgeous tone and vascularity. He even had a handsome face with a dark five o clock shadow. When I considered his looks and how often she was around our house I realized she was having a pretty normal reaction for an 18-year-old girl. I decided I would bring it up again later and let her know it was no big deal.
We finished our window shopping and headed to the food court to meet Jake. When he saw me he immediately wrapped me in his arms and kissed me. I felt his hands slide into the back pockets of my shorts while his tongue slipped just slightly into my mouth. He knew I loved it when he groped me like this in public, so he did it often.
Jake was actually a friend of my brother. They had met freshman year of high school and gotten along really well for years. When my brother graduated Jake came to the graduation bbq we had at our house. He and I flirted a lot and ended up sneaking away from the party. We went to my room and after twenty minutes of fooling around I gave him a blow job while he sat on my bed. Dalton had no idea that he and I had been dating ever since. I kept it quiet by never letting my family know when I was meeting up with him.
I pushed against his chest to break up our kiss before my panties started to get wet. I loved that he wasn't scared to show his love for me in front of everyone. We smiled at each other without giving any real greeting. He glanced up and noticed Tiffany.
"Hey gorgeous. How have you been?" He asked her grinning.
"I'm doing fine, thanks." She replied with a warm smile.
They were friendly seeing as the three of us met up to hang out pretty often. He was always a little flirty with her, but I never really minded. That was just how he talked to my friends. I doubt I would have been as interested in him as I was if he weren't such a flirt.
We got tickets to our movie and headed into the theatre. Several minutes later we were seated all the way at the back of the theater. There was barely anyone else there that day. Jake sat between us with his hand on my thigh.
When the previews had been going for a few minutes he started to caress my leg. His hand travelled lightly, running his from my knee to my hip. The sensation was warm and loving. As he continued, I noticed that he was pressing a little more firmly and closer to the inside of my thigh. A small spark of warmth began growing inside of me. He continued with his motion slowly upping the odds, coming closer to my pussy.
The warmth inside of me spread across my leg and groin. It felt like being snuggled by a warm blanket on a weekend morning. I placed my fingers on his forearm and rested my head on his shoulder purring my approval. His hand ventured from my thigh to my pussy, rubbing it lightly over my shorts. My eyes closed as the warm massage continued to send pleasure through my hips. I was breathing softly, and I could feel my panties starting to moisten from the pressure and my lust.
I opened my eyes to make sure that Tiff was still distracted and discovered that she was not distracted at all. She was staring at Jake's hand pressed into my lap and the faraway look in my eyes. It was clear from her expression that she was feeling a similar heat between her legs.
Although the Tiffany and I were best friends we had never fooled around in the same room before. This was the first time she had ever seen me with one of my boy friends. Knowing that she was watching him massage my warm wet pussy over my shorts was making me hotter by the second.
I expected her to stop staring at some point but, she continued to gaze at Jake and I sharing our love. I glanced at Jake to see if he noticed that she was looking but he simply stared at the movie screen giving no indication of what was happening. When my eyes returned to Tiff I felt his hand begin to undo the button of my shorts. My zipper shortly followed, and I felt his warm fingers sliding into my panties to caress my pretty little pussy. His fingertips slipped into the warm folds of my sex and traced the entrance to my womb. He continued this for what felt like hours but may have been moments. I felt my pussy lips burning with desire and his fingers glided back and forth occasionally brushing my clit. Tiff and I locked eyes. I was drunk on the sensation and stared at my best friend while she looked back. I saw her pull out her phone and send me a text message.
"Can I touch myself," it read.
I nodded back causing Jake to glance over at me. I put my hand to his cheek and drew him in for a passionate kiss. When we broke, I nodded toward Tiffany and watched his face light up at the sight of her hand in her pants and her eyes on us.
The taboo of being watched by my friend in the theater was making the whole scene much more intoxicating. His fingers began focusing on my clit as I let out a soft sigh and felt myself edging toward an orgasm. Jake's free hand was rubbing his growing cock over his pants while his eyes moved from my face to Tiffany's lap. Her face was flushed, and I could see the drunken look in her eye as she neared her climax with me.
I never knew she could be so dirty. She and I had been talking about sex since we were 13 and she never once gave me any clues that she would be into something like this. Seeing her now with her hand in her pants and the other cupping her small breast over her shirt, I was in a fantastic state of shock.
I felt Jake's fingers zone in on my clit again and the pressure sent me over the edge. My clit throbbed and my pussy convulsed. Fluid seeped into my already soaking panties as my breath caught in my throat. I felt my thigh muscles tighten. My eyes closed and a warm wave of pleasure erupted from my cunt and traveled directly to my brain. I felt like every inch of my body was emanating from my clitoris.
As my tension abated and I came back to reality, I noticed Jake was breathing hard too. Tiff had upped the ante by sliding her shorts all the way down her legs. We could both see her gorgeous pussy. It was framed in short red hairs that matched the ones on her head. I noticed it had been neatly trimmed so that it wasn't messy. Two of her fingers were sliding across the folds of her cunt. The beautiful glistening lips let her fingers just glide smoothly as she brought herself closer to cumming. I looked at my boyfriend and best friend and decided I was going to give them both something to enjoy.
With my head laying against his shoulder, I undid Jake's fly and pulled out his throbbing rod. It was fully engorged and pulsing in the soft silver glow coming off the movie screen. I grasped it in my hand and gave it a few soft strokes, admiring the diamond of precum that emerged at the tip. After several more strokes the diamond dripped from the head of his cock and slid all the way to my hand at the base.
I licked my lips and pressed my tongue to the spot where it stopped. I torturously traced its path back to the top. I stopped there and swirled his knob around my outstretched tongue tasting more of his salty precum. The slick spongy head was so deliciously engorged I didn’t know how Jake hadn't blown his load already. I closed my eyes and bobbed my head up and down gently. His cock bounced with his heartbeat as his breathing quickened.
As my lips traveled toward the base, they bumped into a hand that was sticky and smelled like pussy. I looked up to see Tiff was holding his cock at the base with the same hand she had been fingering herself with. Her eyes belatedly asked if she could touch, and I responded by bobbing on the tip of Jake's cock while using my hand to stroke him with hers. This was final straw for him it seemed.
Jake's hips bucked sending his cock deep into my mouth. I felt a gushing pulse of warm cum erupt against my throat. I closed my lips and swallowed what I could, but the onrush of such a huge load caused me to cough. Milky white cum poured from the corners of my mouth down his cock.
I licked and swallowed everything I could, even the large amount of cum that gotten on his jeans. Tiffany whimpered, and I looked up to see her hand flying across her clit as her pussy gushed clear fluid everywhere. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. We all sat back in our chairs silently each reflecting on the depravity of what had just happened.
After a few minutes we all fixed our clothes and finished the movie. When we left none of us addressed what happened. I gave Jake a long kiss tasting his tongue on mine and turned to leave with Tiffany.
"You coming to dinner tonight?" I asked.
She nodded and said, "I think I might stay the night. You and I should talk about a few things."
We rode home in silence and I contemplated what it was she wanted to tell me. When I got home my mom was in the kitchen cooking. She had a distant look on her face as I asked, "How much longer? Tiff and I are starving."
"Should be ready soon," she murmured without much focus.
"Awesome I'll go grab Dalton."
She didn't reply and seemed to tense at that statement. As I headed upstairs I thought to myself, "What’s her deal? There's no way her day was stranger than mine."