“Did you like the crumble?”
“It was fantastic. So talk to me.”
She sat down at the kitchen table and looked at her step-son. God, he was a beautiful young man, a face angular and handsome that bordered on being pretty, but in that model-ish way, rather than your typical guy-who-looks-like-a-girl way. She had never dreamed before that she’d ever be into a man who looked like that. In her younger years, she had always taken to the gruffer, rougher types. Ones with mean streaks and, well, a sense of danger that came attached.
But since Sean’s father and she had split, she had found her tastes changing. At first she wondered if it was just that she was getting a little older, and was now no longer finding men older than her as inviting or as attractive. But when she dug deeper to the source of it, she realized that it was linked to her illicit, shameful attraction toward her admittedly great-looking son.
Step-son!
“Listen,” she said, fidgeting with her fingers and looking at her hands. She realized how ridiculous she must look, and she turned up to meet her son’s eyes. If she was going to do this, she wasn’t going to do it like some child who had just been caught sneaking snacks from the pantry in the middle of the night.
“What is it?” he asked, concern in his voice.
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to confess to you for a while,” she said. She found it hard to get the words out smoothly, and stumbled over a couple. “Actually, the more I’ve thought about it, it’s been like this for a number of years now.”
“Oh?” Sean murmured. She saw him stiffen up, heard the trepidation in his voice.
“Well, it’s complicated,” she stalled. “It’s, um, not entirely, you know, kosher, either.”
“I don’t follow.”
“Okay, well, I’m just going to come out and say it. Promise me you won’t leave?”
“Why, Marion?” he asked, urgency in his voice. “What’s up? Just tell me.”
“I love you,” she said, not meaning to have skipped a few important words.
“I love you, too,” he told her, missing it entirely.
“No,” she said, closing her eyes for a moment before pinching the bridge of her nose. “Um, that came our wrong.”
“Sorry?”
“I had meant to say that I was in love with you. But I went and mucked that up.”
Silence deadened the air between them for nearly half a minute. She looked at him, a faint smile on her face, an offering. She felt it in her chest, in her heart. This was entirely wrong. This was a disaster. The look on his face, his body language, the silence…
“I thought so,” he said after a while.
Marion was checked. She opened her mouth but no words came out. She thought she’d hidden it so well! “You did?” she eventually managed.
“Yeah,” he said. “But I wasn’t sure.”
“Why didn’t you tell me if you felt I was being inappro-” she began, but he cut her off with a wave of his hand.
“No, Marion. You don’t understand. It’s not that I thought that. It’s just…”
“Just what?”
“Just,” he stalled, looking away from her. A flare of excitement made its way through Marion’s mind. Could it be that…?
“Just what, Sean?”
“Just I kind of, you know, like you more than I should.”
She didn’t say anything, and just looked at him.
“You know,” he said. “At first I wasn’t sure if it was, you know… love. But as I got older, I realized, um, that… yes, it was.”
She felt a surge of emotion, so many at the same time. She wanted to go over and hug him, seeing him try so hard to get through the admission. She also wanted to squeal for joy, wanted to run to him and feel his arms wrap around her.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asked. “I mean, if you were noticing signs from me?”
“I couldn’t be sure,” he said. “I couldn’t risk losing you forever.”
“Oh, Sean,” she said. She felt her eyes water, and she got up and went over to him, and put her arms around his shoulders. He pushed his face against her, then stood up and hugged her. It was a gentle hug at first, but she felt his breathing on her neck, and then there she felt the touch of his lips.
It was electric. She jolted. Her skin erupted with goose bumps. He was kissing her!
She looked toward him, met his lips, and they kissed. It was the best kiss of her life. It was all kinds of kisses in one. It started off cautious, slow, but as their confidence built, so did the kiss, and before long it was a passionate locking of lips, and then a fiery clash of tongue and teeth.
“Oh, God,” he breathed. “You’ve no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”
“I thought it was just me,” she hissed, holding him tightly against her body. Their kiss had broken, but their hands were roaming, and she felt his touch her waist, run over her hips, then back up her sides. It was a fantastic feeling, being touched like that, and by her step-son, her fantasy no less.
“Sleep with me tonight,” he said.
She leaned back and looked at him, into his deep eyes, and she nodded. He launched himself at her again, and they kissed and caressed, touched and explored, and she felt his hands creep beneath her blouse, and the touch of his palms on her skin was heady.
“Come on,” she whispered at him. “Let’s go upstairs.” She led him to the bedroom, and there they stood and kissed some more, unable to tear themselves away from each other.
Her hands were as roaming as his, and she felt the shape of his body, and it only made her want to see him without his clothing even more. Inside his shirt, she ran his hands down over his abs, feeling the hard bumps of his muscles. She touched his rounded shoulders, let her fingers play with his nipples, and hooked her thumbs into the elastic of his briefs, feeling the trimmed buzz of his pubic hair.
He began to try and take of her clothes – youth’s careless enthusiasm! – and she pushed him back, grinning at him.
“Hold on,” she said. “A girl’s gotta get ready.”
Retiring to the bathroom, she leaned against the door after closing it, out of breath and panting. She couldn’t believe this was really happening! It felt so natural. The kiss, the touching… like it was meant to be. She was so comfortable doing it, and yet if anybody else ever found out…
So taboo… so wrong. But so right!
She quickly got ready, changed into a nightie and made sure to wear nothing underneath. It was the sexiest thing she had in the bathroom, and when she emerged, she saw her step-son standing naked, his cock sprung up to attention, the sexy lines of his body accentuated by the dim lighting.
“Wow,” he said, taking a step toward her. “You look beautiful.” He made to walk closer, but she put a hand out, stopping it.
“Hold on, Sean,” she whispered. She wanted to see him in this new light. Wanted to give herself a bit of breathing room before they did what no mother and step-son ever should.
She looked at him for a bit, his beautiful body as exciting as it was engrossing. He was carved like a Greek statue, hung in the opposite way, and was every bit a young man that any woman would be more than happy to have as her own.
Rogue doubts flitted through her mind. She was all of a sudden under siege. It’s so wrong. It’s so taboo! But Marion thrust those thoughts aside. She knew it was too late for that.
And, more importantly, she knew that it was useless to worry. They had both confessed their love for one another. No matter how illicit it was, no matter how much society might tell them that they couldn’t do it, they were about to. And that knowledge in itself was thrilling.
“Lie down,” she told him, and he obeyed, his rock-hard manhood sticking straight up into the air. She went to him, climbed onto the bed, and, straddling him, leaned forward to kiss him hard, the feel of his breath intimate and arousing.
She began to kiss her way down his sculpted body, nibbling on a nipple playfully and making him yelp. Her tong
ue followed his center line, feeling the dips in between his muscles, smelling his musk wafting upward from his crotch. He smelled good. Really good.
Sidling down his body still, his manhood eventually popped up in front of her, and hungrily she took the thick bulb into her mouth, sliding her tongue gently over it while otherwise not moving, just letting him get accustomed to the feel of being in her mouth.
“Shit,” he groaned appreciatively, putting his hands behind his head.
She mewled softly onto his dick, slowly beginning to pump it up and down while swirling her tongue along the underside of his bell. It had been a while since she had given a blowjob, but there are some things you just don’t forget.
Picking up the pace, Marion was intent on giving her step-son the best blowjob he’d ever had. She began to bob up and down on him, taking his length and his girth deep down her gullet while she jacked his impressive shaft to the same rhythm. He was as hard as an iron bar, so turned on by her that it flattered her, made her feel sexy.
She sucked his cock as best as she knew how, and his groaning and his face told her that he was loving it, that she was making him feel good. His hands found the top of her head and he began to push her further down onto his girthy length of gristle, impaling her on him. She took him as deep as she could, opening her throat and suppressing the gag.
His fingers ran through her hair, knotted them, and then he was pulling her up and pushing her down, bucking his hips to the same rhythm so that he was fucking her upward into her mouth.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his body tensing. He began to fuck her faster, and Marion expertly swallowed the gag, the retch, and held still for him to do as he pleased. His thrusts were shallow, but his cock was huge, and Marion always felt on the verge of coughing and spluttering. But she didn’t.
“Oh, God,” he said, his thrusts into her mouth growing shallower still. She tongued the back of his head as fast as she could, and watched as his whole body stiffened, as his abs and his chest hardened, and then he was jolting and jerking, shooting into her mouth and down her throat with his broiling, sticky seed.
In an instant her mouth overflowed, and his cum dribbled out copiously. She swallowed some, tasted him, and then let the rest drip down his dick.
“Wow,” he said, grinning at her. “That’s the best blowjob I’ve ever fucking had.” He moved to sit up but Marion put a hand on his chest and guided him back down. She raised herself onto her knees, lifted her nightie, revealing him to him that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
He looked at her sex, his eyes full of longing, and she began to climb up his body, a knee on either side of him, until she was hovering over his face.
“Make me come,” she told him, and he eagerly lifted his head up, and she felt the warm press of her tongue slip in between her dripping folds, and her nerves were set on fire. “Yes,” she moaned as he settled his tongue on her clit after dragging it up and down her slit a few times, no doubt tasting the juices that were leaking out of her.
She pushed down onto his face, began to mash her muff into him. He was licking at her clit surprisingly well, fast and rhythmic, never losing the beat, and paired with her gyrating hips, all she needed was a finger, and she would be cresting in no time.
He lifted her up a bit then, and she felt his finger ring her entrance, spread her moisture around before he pushed it inside her, and she lowered herself again onto his waiting tongue. Fingering her right on her G-spot, she was in bliss almost immediately when he started to tongue her swollen clit again.
“Fuck,” she breathed, grinding her womanhood into his face. “Fuck, yes,” she groaned. She began to grind herself into him harder, and he responded by tonguing her clit harder, faster; by rubbing her G-spot harder as he pushed his finger in and out of her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she hissed, and then a thought struck her. She didn’t want her first time climaxing with her step-son to be like this. She wanted him inside her.
She got up then, seeing his bewildered face momentarily before it evaporated when she grabbed his dick. She smeared his cum all over it, and then placed it at her entrance. Oh, how she wanted to just drop herself onto his waiting manhood, to feel it fill her, stretch her. But she couldn’t. She knew she had to look at him first, see what his reaction would be to not using any protection.
He only looked at her for a minute before nodding ferociously. She let herself lower onto his dick, and those feelings she had been yearning for were better than she expected. She’d never taken something so big before, and it felt truly amazing. It was as if every nerve in her canal was being stimulated at once. She was plunged into a pool of sensation, and it only left her longing, hungry for more.
“Yes,” she moaned, beginning to ride him. She ground her clit against his pelvis, and rocked them as hard and fast as she could. He wasn’t moving all that much inside her, but fuck if it didn’t feel good!
But she knew she had been in the lead for too long, and so when he pulled her down to him, kissed her hard, tongue snaking into her mouth, she wasn’t surprised. With her lips locked to his, her ass higher in the air, he began to fuck her from beneath, rapidly and powerful as a piston, the slapping of their wet skin, wet with sweat and wet with juices, filling the air in the room.
He wrapped an arm around her then and pulled her off him, turning her onto her side, his back facing him. He crossed her thighs one over the other, and then pushed himself inside her, from behind her. In her position, she was so much tighter, and she was set ablaze in pleasure as she felt him touch her everywhere with his manhood.
Reaching over her hip, he started massaging her clit. The small bundle of nerves was desperately throbbing for attention, and all Marion could do was grin and relax, letting him fuck her for all he was worth. He drilled himself into her, his hand working her clit, his lips on the back of her shoulder, on the back of her neck, kissing and biting and nibbling.
She could hear his breathing, fast, deep. She could feel the breath rushing past her ears, over her face. It was so close, so intimate. She held onto his hand that was in between his legs, and moaning and crying out in pleasure, pushed it harder against her.
He got the message. He redoubled his efforts, thrusting into her harder and faster, his lean body like a whipcord snapping back and forth, his finger son her clit massaging it deftly, expertly.
Marion could feel that spring coiling inside her, that gear winding up. She moaned and writhed on the bed, reaching behind her to grab his ass and force him into her. He fucked her with abandon, drilling deep inside her sodden womanhood, setting her pleasure centers on fire, her nervous system ablaze.
“Fuck me!” she mewled, eyes shut tight. She was climbing, ascending. She was getting closer and closer.
“Don’t stop, Sean! Don’t stop! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUUUUCK!”
Marion crested then, her whole body rocking with pleasure, her nerves electrified, her senses in heaven. She was soaring, in orbit, shivering and shaking, writhing and wriggling; moaning and smiling.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she hissed through gritted teeth. He kept fucking her, drove her through her orgasm, pulled from her a second fleeting crisis, and she clamped around him, body tensed, a snapshot of ecstasy reached twice in the space of a minute.
He fucked her still, but he was no longer fingering her clit, no longer stimulating the over-sensitive bundle of nerves. His thrusts grew shallower and shallower, and then he was groaning in her ear, tensing up, gripping onto her breasts and pulling at her nipples so hard that it hurt.
“Fuck,” he grunted, and he came inside her. His huge cock twitched and she felt it, felt it grow in width, felt it stretch her, felt it fill her up.
He came and came and came. He unloaded himself for all he was worth into her, and then it was over, and he was panting on the back of her neck. His grip on her bosom relaxed, and she took his hands, putting a finger in between each of his, and hummed, holding them to her chest.
“Wow
,” she whispered. She’d never climaxed twice in a row like that before, and it left her feeling winded almost; exhausted.
He was still hard inside her, and she could feel that he wasn’t softening. “I could go again,” he whispered into her ear, and she turned her neck, looked into his eyes. He kissed her, all passion, all fire. His furnace was still blazing.
She laughed half-way through the kiss, and put an arm onto her forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat. His hand went to her armpit then, and he touched it, running a finger up and down the bit of soft flesh that joined it to her breast.
“What?” he asked.
“Just… I haven’t been with a man in a long time. And the last time I was-”
“Don’t tell me,” he said.
“Was with your father. And he was never like this.”
“He never loved you like I do.”
“Give me a moment,” she asked. She rolled over, felt his girth slip out of her. “I need to pee.”
“Come back,” he said, rolling onto his back and putting his hands behind his head. His cock was stuck up in the air, a bit of cum still dribbling from the tip. She could feel his seed dribbling out of her, too.
“Of course,” she said. “A woman never says no to another orgasm.”
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His Brat's Fertile First Time - Avril
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