by Kasey Konrad
The Milf Maid
A Sinful
Quickie Romance
Kasey Konrad
Copyright © 2017 Kasey Konrad
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Kate's been perfectly respectable. A passionate wife. A generally good person.
Why is it that this one man is so irresistible? What is it about Trey?
Could it be that Trey isn't just any man? After all, they're both under the same roof day in and day out.
What else should she give him as a graduation gift than every inch of her?
(The Milf Maid is a short and sassy story about an older woman and a younger man. It contains insta-love with over the top, panty-melting scenes with a HEA.)
Chapter One: A Graduation Gift
He’s a sweet young man and I’ve enjoyed knowing him for the past ten years. I married Trey’s father after a brief fling I had with him and haven’t regretted one day of it. However, things have gotten a bit stale in our marriage and I’ve been thinking about stepping out with a guy or two. There’s no way I would leave Kelvin, but a woman needs a little attention now and then. Trey has turned out to be a nice looking guy and I’ve noticed him, though I know he’s technically off-limits. It doesn’t help that he’s physically fit and works out at the gym three times each week. As a field and track guy, it’s what’s expected if he’s going to keep up his competitive edge.
At eighteen, Trey has just graduated high school and I want to do something really special for him besides the obligatory new car. His father has taken care of that already, and I’m thinking that maybe we need to just run up to the mountains and take a hike. Trey loves doing that and honestly I enjoy it myself. Kelvin is rarely up for anything in the great outdoors, so it may just be my stepson and me on the trip. Of course, there’s no guarantee he will want to go. “So, what do you think?” I ask Trey as he looks over the brochure.
“Dad won’t go for it.” He smiles at me, his green eyes and sandy blond hair an attractive attribute that stuns me for a moment as I look at him. “Besides, that’s way up in the Cascades; it’ll be cold higher up.” Trey’s right. It’s early June and the mountains are already snow-capped throughout the year. The campsites I’ve looked into are at five-thousand-feet and there would definitely be a nip in the air at that altitude. It wouldn’t be anything new for us, though. I’ve taken Trey on camping trips before, sometimes with Kelvin and almost always with other friends or family members. This time around I would like to go and spend some one-on-one time with my stepson.
“It’ll be fine, honey. Let’s just do this to cap off your time in school. You’ll be off to Stanford in August and I won’t get to see you much after that.” I smile warmly at Trey and am pleased when I see him reciprocate. I love his smile, including his white, straight teeth and sweet face.
“I guess it will be okay, Kate.” I’ve never asked Trey to refer to me as his mother. I stepped into his life when he was only eight and I could never replace the woman who decided to walk out on him and his father when he was six. He’s seen me more as an aunt or a friend and that’s okay; I’ve really liked the cool vibe our relationship has had over the years.
“So, we’ll head out on Friday, okay? I’ll let your dad know. Besides, he’s got the business trip to Vancouver this weekend and into next week anyway, so I’m sure he won’t mind that we’re not in the house anyway.” I clasp Trey’s hand. “Just think, in a couple of months you’ll be out of the house and starting your own life on campus.” I brush back a tear as my stepson pulls me close to him.
“I’ll come by all the time, Kate. Don’t worry; we’ll see each other a lot more than you think.” I can hear his heart beating behind the thin tee shirt he is wearing. The heat from his body is comforting and enticing all at the same time. Trey’s scent, a sort of spicy sandalwood, is also alluring as I enjoy his embrace. I pull myself back.
“Sure you will. Just remember we love you here and want to see you whenever you get the chance. Anyway, I’ll see you bright and early Friday morning, okay?”
“I’ll be here by nine,” he replies as he smiles and steps through the door. Trey had planned to spend a couple of days with some friends from his graduating class at a resort in Nevada. I’ll admit I’m a little miffed at the thought that some of those friends include female classmates and I wonder if my stepson will be diddling one of them. Jealousy may be rearing its ugly head in me, but I can’t help it; I don’t want Trey fucking some other girl. What do I mean by this? Do I want to fuck him? Well, no, that wouldn’t be right. But it bothers me for some reason anyway. I just have to trust Trey will make the right decisions and keep his penis put away. We’ll see what happens.
Chapter Two: The Great Outdoors
“Oh, wow,” says Trey as he walks into the small cabin. “Nice place!” There had been some confusion on my stepson’s part. When he had shown some trepidation about going on the trip due to the cold, he had thought I meant we would be staying in tents. Well, my intentions all along had been to stay in a cabin and this one is perfect. There’s a stone fireplace in one corner and a small kitchenette off to the other side of the cabin. A king size bed is sitting against one wall and a sofa on another. At just five hundred square feet, the cabin is cozy but an obvious question floats across my stepson’s mind. “Is there another cabin?”
“Well, no,” I say plainly. “All the rest are already booked up.”
“Okay,” Trey replies as he looks at the bed then at the sofa. “Is that a pullout?”
“I think so,” I answer as I walk over. Pulling back a cushion I can see that in fact it is. “Yep, a pullout.”
“That’s cool, I’ll take it.” Trey smiles as she tosses his bag on the sofa. He’s a chivalrous young man, even more so than his father. Allowing his stepmother to have the large bed is just one of the many examples of the young man he has become.
“Let’s get ready for a hike before lunch, okay?” I smile and toss my own bag onto the bed.
“Sure; where to?” Trey checks through his bag for his gloves.
“Well, there are several trails around here. I’ll let you decide, since it’s your graduation gift.”
My stepson smiles and says, “There were two small peaks and a valley I saw as we drove up earlier. Maybe we could go and explore those?” I can’t believe what Trey has said and I look over at him. His face shows honesty in what he has just suggested but at the same time I can’t be certain. Is he using the obvious double entendre for my benefit? I shake myself from the thought.
“That sounds fine; you lead the way.” I smile and pick up my backpack. We leave the cabin and soon are on our way along a backcountry trail that seems a little less than stable. “Whoa,” I say as I look down a steep embankment.
“Just hang on to me,” Trey says as we walk around the ridge. “Here they are; the two peaks and the valley.” He’s right. I giggle as I look at the two small peaks that sit on either side of a deep valley. There’s no way that I could walk all the way over one peak, back down into the valley and then back up the next in one day. However, the sight of the geological masterpiece is stunning and I enjoy the view.
“The sun is heading toward the horizon,” I say after several minutes of admiring the view. Trey nods and we turn around the go ba
ck down the trail. It has been a nice walk, almost three miles in and the same back out before we reach our cabin. I’m tired and ready to get my hiking boots off.
“You can hit the shower first,” Trey says as we go through the door. I smile and grab my bag before going into the small bathroom. After closing the door I turn and look at myself in the mirror.
“You’re a fucking mess,” I say quietly as I giggle. The trek had all but ruined the day’s makeup with the bit of perspiration that had beaded across my face. I quickly remove my clothes and hop into the small shower to remove the day’s funk. Within minutes I’m fresh and clean with a tee shirt and pajama bottoms on. I look forward to setting in front of the fireplace tonight and making s’more’s. “Your turn,” I say to Trey as I go to the bed. He’s laid back on the sofa while looking over his smartphone. “I thought we were going to put those away for the weekend,” I chided.
Trey smiles. “Yeah, but Tina keeps texting me. She’s upset that I’m not at home.” Tina is an ex-girlfriend that I was never too pleased with as a suitor to my stepson. Kelvin and I both had worked to intervene in that relationship when it had become obvious Trey was going out with a potential sociopath.
“I thought things were over with her.” I scowl as I drop my bag on the floor near the bed.
“Yeah, I guess they are.” He still pines for her, I can tell. I just wish he would forget her.
“Okay, I’ll hop in the shower and then we can chill out for the evening.” Trey hops up and heads to the bathroom. To my chagrin, he takes his phone with him.
“Bitch,” I say under my breath as I think about Tina. She’s tried for two years to get her hooks further into my stepson and from what I’ve been able to glean from the relationship her oral skills have been a big part of that attempt. Apparently Tina is known for amazing blowjobs in which she deepthroats and swallows. Though I’ve wanted to tell Trey that such a skill is not completely uncommon and that he should just move on, I don’t know how I could admit that I know about that part of his life. Sex is not something a stepmother can easily talk about with her stepson.
Chapter Three: A Cold Night
Half an hour later Trey comes out of the bathroom with a tee shirt and a pair of shorts on. He heads straight for the sofa and sits down, pulling up his smartphone again. “Really?” I say as he starts to type a text out.
“Sorry, Kate,” he replies as he tosses it on a small table near the sofa. “She’s persistent.”
“I gathered that,” I say as I look at the fireplace. “I have some bad news, though,” I add as I look at Trey. “Fireplace won’t work.”
“What?” Trey runs over and looks. “There’s wood in it.”
“Yeah, but look at the note.” On the mantle is a note I had not seen until I had just tried to light a fire. “Apparently the last guests found that the damper is locked up. If we light this it’s going to smoke up the cabin because it will have nowhere else to go.”
Trey looks outside. “Have you called the rental office?”
“Closed,” I say with a grim look. “We’ll need to wait until morning. I guess it will be cold in here overnight after all.” I shiver just thinking about it.
“Yeah, it can’t be more than sixty in here now.” Trey goes to his bag and pulls out a candy bar, tossing it to me. “I guess that means we’re on backup food until we can get a fire too.”
“We have a small stove in here.” I point toward the kitchenette area of the cabin.
“Yeah, two burners. We can make something small if you have it, but I was counting on the s’more’s and popcorn along with a hotdog or two to fill me up. Did we bring anything else?”
“No, sorry; I planned to hit the little convenience store down the road tomorrow morning to get eggs and some milk.” I look outside into the dark. Snow has begun to fall. “We’re in trouble.” I point out the window and Trey gets back up.
“Oh, fuck.” I startle as I hear the term from my stepson’s mouth.
“What?” he says as he sees my shocked expression.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say that.”
Trey grins. “Fuck.”
“Stop it,” I say as I giggle.
“What, you don’t like to fuck?”
“Trey!” I’m a little embarrassed.
“You didn’t seem to get so upset when I talked about the two peaks and a valley earlier.” Trey smiles and sits back down on the sofa.
“You meant for that to be a little dirty, didn’t you?” I can’t believe my stepson. I sit down on the bed, a little confused as to his sudden behavior. “You’ve been talking a little too much to your ex-girlfriend, Trey.”
His eyes come up to mine and he says, “You don’t know about her.”
“She blows you, honey; I think I understand that.” I can’t believe that has just come out of my mouth. It’s true, but it’s still not a topic best broached by a stepmother.
Trey looks embarrassed as he says, “That’s not all she does.”
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” I look down at my feet. “You know, you don’t have to get a blowjob from a girl to have her as a girlfriend.”
“Shit, Kate; what the fuck?”
“Sorry, I guess I can’t keep my mouth shut.”
“What do you know about it, anyway? Do you blow Dad?” Trey’s eyes lock onto mine.
“That’s not something I care to discuss with you.”
“Well, if you don’t suck him off then you really don’t understand, do you?” Trey is a little terse and I’m sorry now that I brought it up.
“Just drop it, Trey. We shouldn’t be talking about this.”
“There are a lot of things that shouldn’t be happening, Kate. First, you should have gotten a cabin with two beds instead of one or at least gotten two cabins. Second, you should wear a bra after you shower. Shit, I can see your nipples it’s so cold in here.” Trey looks at my chest as I cover up. My C’s are absolutely high-beaming my stepson and I can feel the hard knobs beneath my arms as I cross them. It’s a habit I’ve been in for years, putting on a tee shirt without a bra after showering and getting ready for bed. I wonder if he’s always noticed?
“You can have the bed,” I say as I get up. “That way you can have a bed. I’m sorry I didn’t find a cabin with another bed.”
“Fuck you, Kate.” Trey stands up and walks over to me. He places both of his hands on my chest over my breasts and says, “Are these even real?”
I shudder as he squeezes them and I don’t fight back. What the hell is wrong with me? Why don’t I fight back? “Trey, what are you doing?” I stand there, my arms to my sides, letting him rub my C’s and move the palms of his hands across my hardening nipples. My stepson then runs his fingers to my nipples and grasps each one between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Shit, they’re hard.”
“Fuck,” I say as he pinches them.
“Now you’re saying it,” my stepson says as he smiles. He reaches down with his hands to the hem of my shirt. I don’t fight him as he lifts it up to expose my breasts. For the first time, my stepson is looking at my breasts and their large, sensitive nipples. He runs his hands along them and gives my nipples another pinch. “Why are you letting me do this?”
I don’t know what to say. I stand there and stare at him until suddenly my hands react. I grasp the waistband of his shorts and jerk them down. Trey is wearing no underwear and so his erect penis flips out from behind and sets there. I look down at it and suddenly grasp it with both hands. “Maybe for the same reason you are letting me do this to you.” My hands begin to rub my stepson’s cock as he moans a little. I go to my knees and look directly at the large, red head of his manhood. “I’m better,” I say in reference to his ex. Then, I do what I know I’ve wanted to do for a while. I taste of Trey’s cock. I take it into my mouth and envelope his staff with my warm oral cavity. In one quick motion I take his entire seven inches or so into my mouth, allowing the tip of it to strike the back of my th
roat. I gag a little but its okay; I’ve done this many times with his father.
“Shit,” he says as his hands go to my head. “Damn, you are better.” I gently suck him, getting his full flavor as he pre-cums into my mouth. Reaching up with my hand, I play with my stepson’s balls as he moans with pleasure. “Oh, fuck, Kate.”
I stop after a couple of minutes and look up. “Did you ever fuck your girlfriend when you were with her, Trey?”
“No, I didn’t.” I can tell from his look that something bothers him.
“What is it?” I ask as I continue to massage his dick.
“I’ve never actually fucked anyone.”
“Oh, wow,” I say as I get excited. I’m wet while thinking about the possibility. “Do you want to fuck me, Trey?”
His eyes focus steadily on me. “I don’t know; what about Dad?”
“Nothing changes,” I say. “I’m just offering to give you a great graduation gift, sweetheart. So?”
