What should a divorced father give his son as an 18th birthday gift? Obviously, a sexy new stepmother who's in the mood for a younger man. His hot new stepsisters arrive soon after.
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I’m Karl Holt and my birthdays had been big occasions, up until my parents divorced and my Mom Mia moved away. I loved the Lone Ranger and cowboy movies when I was little, so I had a cowboy party when I was 5. For my 7th birthday it was superheroes, and knights and princesses when I was 8. On my 10th birthday, my parents took my friends and I to a circus. The weekend before I turned 14, my Mom and Dad had a party for my friends and I in the morning, then took us to an amusement park with lots of roller coasters. We had a great time.
When I was 17, Mom and Dad took me to Hawaii. I spent nearly a week on the beach staring at girls, as my parents did who-knew-what in their hotel room. They usually had a great time together, but since she was a professional model, Mom was away from home most of the time for photo shoots and other ‘work’. They told me they were divorcing the day we went home. I would live with my Dad most of the time and visit Mom when she was between modeling jobs. I’d stay at the same school and only saw my mother a few times a month anyway, so thankfully it wasn’t a big change for me.
For my 18th birthday, Mom sent me several small packages and a card. She apologized and said she would be stuck doing a movie in Monte Carlo for another month. I smiled as I sarcastically though, ‘Being stuck there must be terrible.’
I missed her and was a little sad until I opened her final gift, a video of a dozen other models swimming, playing beach volleyball, and prancing around in their tiny swimsuits. There were even a few ‘bloopers’ scenes, where nipples slipped out of bikini tops! For a straight high school boy, it was perfect! I watched their boobs and butts bouncing as I jerked off for two hours, until Dad came home with an attractive but older lady.
My father was 45 and she looked about the same age. Her heavy makeup concealed any wrinkles and her bright red lipstick drew my attention to her mouth. I thought her long fake lashes were pretty too. The gold and ruby rose-shaped pendant on her necklace sat in the cleavage between her large breasts, and her curly dark hair descended to the middle of her back. Despite her age, I thought she was quite sexy. I was very curious why Dad chose her, since his previous girlfriends had all been college students. When they met, he had been 26 and my mother was barely 19.
He said, “Karl, this is my girlfriend Claudette. I need to go out of town on business and she’s going to stay with you. I know you don’t need a babysitter anymore. Think of her as a friend who can help if you need anything.”
I sighed, “So, a babysitter, but you’re not going to call her a babysitter.” I frowned while he chuckled briefly.
He whispered in my ear, “I really like her. If you like her too, I might marry her.”
He smiled and turned back toward her. “I’m sure Karl won’t give you any trouble.” He looked at me and finished, “Stay home and do what she says. I’ll be home for lunch on Sunday.”
He gave her a kiss. As he turned to leave she said, “I love you, Reggie. Have a good trip.”
She watched out the window as he drove off. She took a cell phone out of her small red purse and said, “We should get to know each other. I’m thinking about marrying your father. I have two daughters. Do you think you’d like having a couple of sisters?”
She showed me a picture on her phone. “Priscilla is 19 and Leslie is 18. I think you’ll get along, since you’re about the same age.” I thought Leslie was kind of cute with a tiny nose and small ears. Her dark hair was in pigtails that touched her shoulders. From the shape of her t-shirt I could tell she had small breasts, but nothing I’d pay much attention to. Priscilla was GORGEOUS! Even in movies or on TV, I think I’d only seen one or two females as remarkably attractive. She had a very pretty face, curvy hips, long red hair, and a bountiful chest like her mother. As Claudette gently lifted my jaw with a finger, I realized I had been staring a long time. There was a smile on her face and a laugh in her voice as she said, “I guess you like how they look. How about you show me around the place?”
I led her through the house. I’d lived in it my whole life, so I didn’t think there was anything special. We had a 6,500 square foot, three-story mansion. From the front of the house, you could see most of Glendale and East Hollywood. The famous Hollywood sign was visible from our back yard if you stood on a chair and looked over the privacy fence. The house had six bedrooms, a big pool, and a large deck with fire pit and in-ground hot tub.
As we got to the back yard Claudette said, “Very nice! Very nice indeed! A huge, beautiful house, pool, six vehicles. I think my girls and I would love living here! Let’s have a seat and talk.” I sat on a bench and she reached into her purse. “I hope you don’t mind if I smoke?”
I thought smoking was stinky and disgusting but said, “It’s okay, if you smoke outside.”
“Good. I really want my new son to like me.” I stared at her lips and cheeks as she put a long white cigarette between her lips and sucked as she lit it. My mind turned to parts of my body that I wished a girl would suck. She continued, “I want you and your Dad to like me so much that I’ll fix the problem you have in your pants.” She blew a thin stream of smoke toward my tented crotch.
I froze in uncertainty and fear. She was terribly arousing, but I didn’t want to get in trouble.
“How about you encourage your Dad to marry me, if I take care of your pants problem?” She took my zipper pull in her slender fingers and tugged it down. “I want my new son to be happy. Would you like a blowjob from your mommy-to-be?”
Thoughts of my mother made the swelling start to fade as I nervously objected, “But won’t Dad be angry? I don’t want him mad at me. I…”
She kept a hand on my crotch, pressing down lightly. The cigarette dangled from her lips as she took out her phone with her other hand and pressed a button. She said into the phone, “Reggie, your boy Karl is giving me some trouble. He doesn’t want to do what I say. Okay, sure.”
She held the phone to my ear and Dad said, “Karl? I don’t want any arguments from you. Do what Claudette says, everything she says. Especially if she tells you to use condoms. Happy Birthday!”
She smiled as Dad hung up. “I bet you think he forgot your birthday? I’m his girlfriend, and hopefully your new stepmother, but this weekend I’m your present. Stand up and pull those boxers down for me.” She sat and licked her lips, as she looked deeply into my eyes.
As I did, she exhaled a cloud that covered my dick and balls for a moment. I could hardly believe I was about to get my first blowjob from a woman nearly three times my age. I rapidly hardened as she licked the head and shaft. She took the head between her lips and sucked in half the remainder, then started rocking her neck up and down to slide it between her soft red lips.
I felt the wet warmth of her mouth as her tongue pressed my cockhead upward. She moved away a moment and took a puff, then slowly exhaled through her nostrils as she slowly slid me back into her oral cavity. I briefly imagined I was getting sucked off by a dragon. She started moving forward and back again, sliding the flesh of my cock along her warm wet lips. Every eight or ten strokes she would pause to take a puff and blow more smoke on my package. I exploded onto her slippery pink tongue and rested my hands on her shoulders for balance. When I regained my breath, I pulled my underwear and pants back up.
She asked, “When you were younger, did your mother kiss you goodnight?”
“Yeah, when I was a little kid. When I got older and thought it was gross, she’d kiss my forehead instead of my face.”
“You’re a man now, so I guess I’ll kiss your dick good night instead. I want my new son to be happy with me.”
“Uh… Wow! Really?”
“Anything to keep my men happy.” She laid down on a lounge chair and glanced at her phone. She rolled onto her belly and lifted her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and I could see her hairless pink taco and rosebud asshole! She said, “Once your father gets back, I’ll only give you one blowjob a night, but you can have fun with my pussy and butt until then.”
I choked and nearly swallowed my tongue in surprise. “GAH! UH! AH…”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. WOW!”
“Use condoms and enjoy, there are some in my purse. Just use lube in my butt and don’t cum in my hair, please.” She lit up and took a big puff, then smiled naughtily as she exhaled a wispy cloud..
I rolled on a condom and fondled her vulva from behind. I slid in slowly, pulled out slowly, then thrust a dozen or so times. I thought I was in Heaven!
She asked, “How does that feel?”
“SO GOOD!”
“Just wait ‘til you try my ass.” She smiled as she passed me a small bottle of lube and took another puff.