by Jones, EB
Sam would never choke me. Would never tear off my panties and fuck me, really fuck me. I feel sorry for him. Because he'll never be able to fill me the way that Vittorio is filling me now. But for me to submit to this pleasure, to acknowledge that this is what turns me on, it's just not right.
You've crossed a line, Laura. There's no turning back. I need to resist. I can't give in to this man any longer. As much as I want to ask him to fuck me harder, it needs to stop. But somehow...I can't bring myself to say no. I want this, whether this is the man I paid or not. He's giving me what I need. I want him to force me, to take me into pleasure so forbidden that I don't dare share it with anyone I know or love.
I feel his hands relax from my neck, and he moves them to my tits. He slips his hands up my shirt, pushes up my bra until my sensitive nipples are exposed, and squeezes my tits just hard enough to let me know he's in control. I feel pain as he takes my nipples and pinches them hard.
I hear him spit, then feel him rub two wet fingers around my asshole. Slow, deliberate strokes. Letting me know about his dark intentions. He takes a thick digit and works it slowly against my tight ring of dark muscle, pushing it just hard enough to slip into and up my ass. His other hand reaches around my belly and down to my pussy. He takes that hand and uses it to stroke and circle and slap my clit. His hands move with confidence, with a sense of ownership. I don't need to ask him what I want him to do to me. He's telling me, through his rough movements, through his strength, what I want.
Maybe that's what this is about. Wanting to feel owned. But not like a good wife. No, I want to be Vittorio's fuck toy. I want him to use me until he's satisfied. I want to feel his cock thrust and penetrate, his fingers and hands take what they want for themselves.
I'm about to fall over into my climax. I've transcended guilt – I can't keep worrying if I'm normal or deviant, if this craving, this fetish of mine, is wrong. It just is. Everything is about sensation now. And being filled up. I focus on the electric sensations from my clit, racing through my body and down my arms to my hands and fingers. I focus on the steady pulsing of one finger, then a second, deep inside my tight little asshole, fucking me, filling me up, and the clenching of my asshole around his fingers. I focus on his massive, thick cock, invading my tight little pussy, making it his territory, claiming it as his own by planting his rod in my wet earth. I focus on all these things, rocking my hips back to meet his thrusts.
And then I come, letting out a loud moan, bordering on a scream. “Oh my fucking God yes fuck me, yes!” My pussy spasms around his cock in waves, and I move one hand down to my slit to push his hand off my clit. I'm too sensitive now. I shake with orgasmic aftershocks, and I feel weak in my knees. I feel his own thrusts into me, how he fills me with his hot cum, soon to drip lazily down my thigh. His hands move to my hips, then higher to my chest, and he draws me toward him, his hold suddenly transformed into something more tender. Something unexpected.
“Finito,” I say breathlessly. “Finito.” I've gone all the way, haven't I? I feel the sweat on my body; I'm spent from the effort. I collapse back against him, nuzzling my ass against the hard muscles of his legs and crotch. His chest feels warm, safe even, against my back. I'm unprepared for this feeling, this feeling of being used then offered warmth.
“Yes, I'd say you are,” he says, laughing in a good way. He smiles a broad, kind smile and kisses me, his lips tenderly meeting mine. “The kiss is on the house. And next time, don't doubt your intuition. You were right about me all along.”
I move my lips back to his, smelling him, tasting him. Sometimes, getting lost is just what you need.
The No Touching Rule
E.B. Jones,
Copyright E.B. Jones 2013
He didn't know she was watching. But from the half open door of her bedroom, she could see clear across the hall, toward the cracked door of the bathroom. David had just finished showering. She was sure that soon, she'd catch a glimpse of him walking out of that door, a towel wrapped around his waist, his muscular chest and shoulders on full display.
He was a fine boy. A handsome boy. 18 as of a few months ago, and still living out the last portion of his high school glory days. There would be graduation, then a summer mowing lawns and doing odd jobs to earn money for books. If he had his way he'd go to Bates, but the tuition there was getting a little steep, and they all knew he'd need a hell of a scholarship to attend. Wherever he did end up, she knew she'd be proud, even as his step-mother. But for now those concerns were further off. All she could think about was the moment when he'd open that bathroom door and stride across her field of view. It would be enough to nurture the fantasy, the secret fantasy, she kept re-playing in her head. Of seeing him drop the towel. Of taking a long, hard look at his cock. In her mind it was even larger than his father's. Depending on where her mind took her, she either took it in her hands herself or stood back and watched while he began to stroke it in front of her. The thought of watching David masturbate in front of her, to her,made her pussy become wet. Just one quick glance, a furtive look in his direction as he walked out of the bathroom half naked–that was all it would take to stoke her fantasy.
Mark, her husband, wasn't home yet–he wouldn't be back till almost dinner. So she had all the time she needed, once she'd caught a glimpse of her step-son, to close her bedroom door and quietly touch herself. She couldn't moan too loudly. No, it wouldn't do any good for David to know that she was masturbating. It just seemed wrong. And he certainly couldn't know what she was thinking about. Namely, him. But she'd long ago worked out how to be discreet when she couldn't control her sexual urges. She would start by circling her fingers across the gentle flesh of her clit. Maybe twist her nipples between her fingers as she got more turned on. And then, it was just a matter of allowing her fantasy to drive her forward. And as she approached release, that was when she would turn and moan into a pillow if need be. No one knew. She was sure of it. And certainly not David.
She heard the hinge of the bathroom door and her eyes focused down the hall. In a split second he would walk out that door. Her eyes widened in anticipation. As he walked out of the bathroom, she realized that a portion of her fantasy had come true. He was naked. No towel wrapped around the waist to conceal his perfect, muscular, 18 year-old ass.
“Mmm...”she moaned to herself. Without thinking about it, she'd already moved her hand down toward her panties, and she was slowly running her middle and index fingers up and down her slit, making herself ache with desire. Desire for David and the cock she could never have.
He paused momentarily, as though he'd forgotten something in the bathroom, then turned his own gaze down the hall. She couldn't believe it. He had caught her staring through the half open door of her darkened bedroom. Caught her with her hand down her panties. She took in a deep breath and felt herself flush. This wasn't the sort of incident you could share with your spouse late at night. This was an electric moment between her and her step-son. A very private moment of the sort that she was sure they'd both try to forget. And at that very moment David did something unexpected. He smiled coyly and winked at her. As though he'd known she'd been watching all along.
She pulled her hand out of her panties and sat up on the side of her bed.
“David, I can explain,”she said.“But we should probably forget this ever happened.”She felt strangely disconnected from her own voice. As though her fantasy had blurred her reality.
He took two steps down the hall toward her bedroom. Toward his parents's bedroom. He was still smiling.“I'm not sure we need to do a whole lot of explaining,”he said.“You're my step-mom, I turn you on, and dad's not home. I think that pretty much sums up our situation, don't you?”
“David, you're completely out of bounds,”she said, her voice rising. But was he? Had he read her mind? Or was he more observant than she'd given him credit for? After all, she had watched him step out of the shower before. But she'd been so discreet about it. Or so she'd thought. And now...well now, it see
ms that the two of them had both opened Pandora's box. And they were about to find out what was inside.
“David, what the hell do you think you're doing?”she said. She pulled on a bathrobe and walked out of her bedroom, facing him in the hallway, the bathrobe suggesting the curve of her tits and tight ass.“You know we need to stop all of this nonsense now and forget about it.”
“Are you sure that's what you want, mom?”he said. She'd always liked when he called her that. And now, she couldn't believe that the word mom was making her clit ache.
“David, really, you know that we can't do this.”
“Do what? We haven't broken any rules yet. At least no hard and fast rules.”He put his fingers around the shaft of his cock and held it up. It was already starting to get hard. And it's bigger than his dad's, she thought.
“David, please, let's stop with the games. What is it you want?”She knew what she wanted. To wrap her mouth around his cock. To feel him push his cock inside her pussy and stretch out her walls. To feel him come inside her little cunt. But she couldn't have any of that. Not with David, her step-son. She had to place limits somewhere. So no fucking. Absolutely, positively no fucking. There was no way she'd let herself get talked into that.
But if you're going so out of your way to justify a no fucking rule, she thought, what is it you do intend to allow? Are blowjobs ok? Handjobs? What about mutual masturbation?–
Come on Susan, where are you going with this? Are you nuts? He's just a kid.
(and a man)
“Cat got your tongue, mom?”he said. He hadn't even bothered to dry himself off. Water dripped off his hair onto his shoulders, then beaded as it ran in neat little lines down his chest and across his muscled abs.
She shook her head.“I can't believe I'm saying this, but just this once, what is it you want to do?”
“Well,”he said, holding up his cock a little higher,“I'd like to use this on you.”She wondered if he'd ever get rid of that shit-eating grin on his face. Like he knew that he'd get his way.
“David, as magnificent a young man and step-son you are, there is no way we're going to fuck. Not ever.”
“Blowjob?”
“Inappropriate.”
“Handjob?”
“In your dreams.”
“Ok, mom.What are the rules, then?”
“We're going to walk into your room. You're going to remain naked. And I'm going to give you a little lesson in touching yourself. How does that sound, son?”She couldn't believe she'd just told her stepson she'd give him a masturbation lesson. But this fantasy cum reality was already crazy. At least this way, she'd be able to exert some control over the situation.
(and no fucking)
They walked down the hall to his room together. It reminded her of a college dorm room in its sparseness. His bed wasn't made. And he had a few magazines on the floor by his bed. Sports Illustrated and a Maxim.
“Sit down on your bed, David.”She unwrapped her bathrobe and placed it on the chair in front of his simple desk. She wasn't wearing anything but her panties, and she felt her nipples get hard again as they stood in front of him in the air. She was proud of her tits, still firm, still natural, and oh so wonderfully squeezable during sex. But she'd be the only one doing the squeezing today.
“It's time for your lesson, David,”she said.“You have to promise to follow my directions? Can you follow directions? Say yes, mommy.”
“Yes, mommy,”he said. She watched as his cock grew rigid. His eyes were locked on hers.
“Very good,”she said.“Now, I'm going to kneel in front of you like this,”she said, and she knelt in front of him and squeezed her tits together.“You can look but no touching. Understood?”
“Yes,”he said, his breath coming more heavily.
“Yes, mommy,”she said, making a mock stern expression on her face.
'Yes mommy,”he repeated. She could see his cock move slightly up and down with his heartbeat. She couldn't believe that her sculpted, beautiful step-son was wrapped around her little finger.
“Now, take two fingers and rub them gently around the head of your cock.”She watched him with big eyes as his fingers moved to the head of his cock. He moaned.
“That feels good mommy,”he said.“It feels really fucking good.”
“Imagine that you're rubbing your cock on the outside of step-mommy's slit. Imagine the rough stubble of shaved pussy scratching your cock as it rubs against my flesh. That's it, keep circling around the head of that huge cock.”
As she spoke to him she felt her own pussy become slick with her juices. She needed to touch herself. She moved her fingers down to her thin black panties and began rubbing her clit with two fingers. She closed her eyes and moaned, then opened them again and met David's gaze.
“Now, I'm giving you permission to use two hands David. Take three more fingers and wrap them around the middle of your cock.”She watched as he began stroking his cock with his other hand in tandem with the first.
“Ohh...”he said. His head arched backward as he moaned.
“Look at my tits, David,”she said.“Imagine that now you're rubbing your cock between step-mommy's tits. Doesn't that feel good?”She squeezed a nipple between two fingers and felt a brief shudder run through her body. She was going to talk herself to an orgasm if she wasn't careful.
“Mommy, can I grab my cock in my fist and pump it? I really want to close my hand around my cock and think about fucking your pussy until I make you scream and come. Can I do that?”
“Is that what you want, David?”she said. She was moving her hand over her clit faster now, and her breaths were growing faster and more shallow. She thrust a finger inside her slit and savored the sensation of entering her own cunt.
“Yes mommy, that's what I want,”said David.
“Then mommy says it's ok to grab your cock and pump it hard like you're fucking my pussy. We won't tell daddy about it now, will we?”
She got so turned on watching the muscles in his forearm flex as he began to pump his grip harder and faster around his cock that she felt herself approach an orgasm of her own. Her breath became more ragged as she continued to speak.“Step-mommy says it's ok to come now, David. You come when you're ready and I'll do the same. Ok? Just keep jacking your hand up and down that shaft until you feel yourself shoot your load. Can you shoot a big load of come for mommy? Show me what a big boy you are now.”
She took a second finger and began to fuck herself with two fingers now. It still seemed incredible that this was actually real. Her step-son's cock was enormous, larger than his father's by far, and she could only begin to imagine what it would feel like to have that cock rub against her clit. Penetrate her pussy. Violate her tight, dark little asshole. And as she focused on the fantasy of David fucking her, penetrating her pink slit and filling her up inside, grabbing her hips hard with his football player's hands as he fucked her from behind, she felt herself shudder and cry out.
“Oh my god yes...oh fuck yes...ohhh fuck me yes!”she said. She allowed her hand to rest over her clit, guarding her pussy, and she came so hard that she felt herself squirt into her panties. And as she came, the sight of her so aroused David that he closed his eyes and squeezed his cock hard, sending a long stream of come from his crotch directly onto his step-mother's chest and tits. The beads of come glistened on her breasts.
She met his gaze and saw that he looked a little shocked, then looked down at her naked, come-covered tits.
I'd said no fucking and no touching. And we both came by ourselves. But now, what does this mean? Where do I take this?
“That was incredible,”said David. He was still spasming and coming into his hand, less forcefully than before.
“I guess we kind of broke the no touching rule,”she said, looking down at the come on her bare chest.“That must mean it's ok for me to do this.”She reached a finger into the come on her chest and brought it up to her lips to taste him. Slightly salty and clean and good. She closed her eyes as sh
e swallowed. His eyes were still wide.
“Shh,”she said, opening her eyes.“This is just our little secret, isn't it?”
“Our little secret, mom,”he said.“But when can we do it again?”
She thought for a moment.“I'll let you know when I'm ready. And then, maybe, we can try something else. Something darker. I think that would be nice. Don't you? Now go wash up. I think you need another shower, don't you? Step-mommy wants you clean for supper.”
