“That sounds awful.”
“It weeds out the ones who have shaky egos,” he said. “It’s pretty cut-throat.”
“So, what, students have dropped out?”
He laughed. “Yeah. About one quarter of the class, actually. That’s only five out of twenty, but still quite a big percentage.”
“Sounds grueling. Is that why you’ve decided to take a break?”
He paused then and looked into her eyes. Kristen found it hard to maintain eye contact, but she forced herself to, even against the wave of intense and conflicting emotions that were striking her mind like lightning.
“You’re prettier,” he told her, and it felt like someone had just thumped her in the chest.
“P-pardon?”
“You’re prettier than you used to be. More confident. More comfortable. It’s really quite attractive.”
She blinked at her handsome step-son. Had he really just said what she thought he’d said?
*
Luke wasn’t regretting the gambit one bit. He knew he’d never make it through the week that he was going to be back home without telling her, and so he decided that now was as good a time as ever.
“Kristen,” he said, leaning forward and putting down his cup of coffee. He sipped from a glass of water on the table, and then popped a mint into his mouth. “There’s something that I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time, but I didn’t.”
“Oh?” she sounded. He could see that she was a little apprehensive, but lurking behind that was… could it be hope? He wasn’t sure. What her reaction was didn’t seem to matter to him anymore. Just being in the house the thirty minutes he had been, this idle and banal chatter with a woman he was intensely, inappropriately attracted to, he knew that he had to say it. He had grown up a lot while he was away, and was cognizant enough to know that he couldn’t leave it unspoken. He couldn’t force himself not to admit it.
Why? The off-chance she might be attracted to him as well – and willing to do something about it – was tempting enough. But, more than that, it was simply to save himself the internal guilt. He was satisfying his own guilt, in other words. It was selfish, he knew. He was putting her on the spot, he knew.
But, right at this moment, that was a price he was willing to extract. And, if his suspicions were correct, if he knew his step-mother like he thought he did, it would either end in fireworks, or they’d go on as usual.
“Um, it’s a bit odd,” he prefaced. “A bit inappropriate.” He was certain he saw her eyes light up, and it gave him confidence. “I’m really, really attracted to you.” He had said it through a laugh, but his smile faded when she didn’t respond.
“Oh,” he murmured. He was about to apologize when she grinned at him, and exhaled slowly. She put a hand to her chest, and shook her head.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” she breathed.
Luke was completely caught off-guard. “Sorry?”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
“You were?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, what if I told you since the first time I saw you, I had the hots for you. I mean, like nothing else. Like no other woman I’ve ever met.”
Her grin broadened. “Then that would make me feel good inside.”
He almost laughed at her, incredulous. His heart was pounding in his chest, galloping. He couldn’t believe it!
“Wait,” he said, pointing at her and cocking his head to the side, an eyebrow raised. “Does that mean that you are, you know, um, to me?”
She nodded at him. “You were always a handsome young boy,” she said. “I knew you’d become a stunning man, but I didn’t imagine that you’d look so… well…” She gestured vaguely at his body.
He smiled, a little self-consciously, before looking back up at her.
“So, um, what now?” she asked, taking the words right out of his mouth.
*
Kristen didn’t know at first what Luke was doing when he got up then. He walked around to her and extended his hand, and so she took it, her heart racing, and her nerves ping-ponging around like crazy.
She got to her feet and looked at him, and for a moment he seemed like he was going to say something, but then he pressed forward and kissed her. It was a soft, gentle kiss at first, more tentative and exploratory than hunger and desire.
It made her whole body shiver, erupt in goose bumps. She felt weak in the knees, excitement in her center, and a growing lust in her mind and chest.
She coiled an arm around his neck, pulled him in tighter, and their kiss grew quickly into something urgent, something fiery. Moments later it was all tongue and teeth, wet muscles dancing and lips smacking.
He held her tightly against him, and she could feel the heat from his body just radiating through her, piercing her.
“Take a shower with me,” he asked her beside her ear. She nodded, and led him off to the master bedroom, into the ensuite, where she began to undress him, intermittently breaking the motions by kissing him more.
She unbuttoned his shirt, revealed his fantastically defined body. She traced her fingers through the lines of his muscles, the dips and bumps and curves. She worked his buckle then, frantically, and got his trousers undone, and as they fell, and upon seeing the bulge in his briefs, she gasped, knowing that the day was about to get even better. Because it was pretty obvious that her step-son was a well hung man.
She pulled his briefs down, and his cock sprang out, hard and thick. It was impressive, and she instantly grabbed it, and began to pump it slowly while standing back up to kiss him.
He pulled her clothing off easily and quickly, and moments later they were in the large shower, glass on all sides of them fogging up, holding each other, exploring each other. His hands were at her breasts, caressing, massaging, and then they were pulling at her nipples, sending streaks of anticipation to her center to whet her appetite. He ran his hands up and down her sides, and then up and down the insides of her thighs, before finally touching her womanhood, now hungry for attention.
He fingered her clit, worked it deftly, expertly, and she was impressed. He had were ascending, winding up, in no time, and she pulled back when she sensed herself getting too close.
“Not yet,” she said through a grin. It was her turn now. She turned in his arms, where before she’d had her back to him, now she was facing him, and she explored the lines of his hard, toned body. He had thick thighs, like a sprinter’s, and they were hot as all hell. His shoulders bulged, and his forearms were powerful, and his cock, God! His cock was fucking amazing.
He pumped him, ran her hands over his wide, thick bell, and stroked the bit of skin on the underside of his cock where she knew he’d be sensitive. She cupped his balls and fondled them, and when it got too hard to continuing denying what she wanted to herself, she dropped to her knees and took his girthy tip into her mouth and sucked on it, hard.
She swirled her tongue over his smooth helmet, tasting his pre-cum, pumping him in rhythm to the bobbing of her head. God, it felt so good to have a cock in her mouth again! It had been too long. She enjoyed giving blowjobs, and she was determined to give him the best suck-off of his life.
She took him deep down her gullet, felt his wide tip touch her tonsils, but she swallowed the gag. She knew how to control that reflex.
*
Luke groaned in pleasure. God, his step-mother knew how to give a good fucking blowjob! It was so hot watching her head slide up and down his manhood, his meant disappearing down the throat. She knew how to work wonders with her tongue as well, stimulating him where he was most sensitive.
“Yeah,” he whispered, running his hands through her wet hair, the warm shower cascading over their bodies. He touched the sides of her face, then her shoulders, and then gathered all of her hair into one hand so he could lift it up and see her face while she blew him.
“Keep going,” he said, and he began to buck his hips slightly, pushing himself deeper down her. She sensed what he was
doing, and timed her bobs to his thrusts. In seconds, he was fucking her mouth, and he let go of her hair so he could grab onto her head and guide himself right to the back of her throat. With her nose buried in his trimmed pubic hair, he knew that he was as far down her throat as he dared to go. He didn’t want to make her gag.
He continued slowly fucking her throat, her tongue ceaselessly working to make him feel good. When he started to feel that he might be on the way to climax, he pulled himself out of her. She coughed and spluttered a little, before looking up at him. His step-mother had never looked so pretty before.
“Not yet,” he said to her. “I want my first time coming with you to be inside you.”
She nodded and bit her lip, and getting to her feet, turned off the shower. They toweled off before she led him out to the bedroom.
“My room,” Luke said. “I don’t want to do it here.”
She looked at him for a moment before agreeing. “Okay.”
Luke led his step-mother into his bedroom, all the while thinking to himself that he couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
This was actually happening!
*
Kristen lay down on her step-son’s bed, and opened her legs for him. She loved that he devoured her body with his eyes. He leaned over her and kissed her, before slowing sidling south, until his mouth was hovering over her sex. She could feel his warm breath on her folds, and it made her tingle inside.
He started to lick her then, just light, teasing flicks on her clit, but it was enough to make her squirm and wish for more. He took the small bundle of nerves into his mouth, pushed his tongue around her hood, from left to right and then right to left. She already knew her clit was engorged, but now she could really feel it against his moving tongue.
He ringed her entrance as he licked her slowly, and Kristen lay back, shut her eyes, and squeezed her breasts, pulling at her nipples, as he lay in between her legs servicing her. He was good at eating her out, and before long he was pushing a finger inside her, stroking her front wall, and licking her clit with increased fervor.
“Yes,” Kristen sighed, arching her back and grinding her sex into Luke’s face. She began to gyrate, matching his rhythm, and he pushed a second finger inside her. She moaned, pulled her nipples hard. It was warm – the heating was on – and she could feel herself beginning to sweat.
“Oh, Luke,” she gasped. “Fuck, where did you learn how to eat a woman?” She heard him grin as he lapped at her dripping sex, but he didn’t stop or break rhythm.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “Fuck!”
He redoubled his efforts, picked up the pace, and she was climbing, and climbing, and readying…
“No!” she gasped, pushing his head away from her just before crossing that point of no return. She hummed at him, smiling, biting a lip. “No, I want to come with you inside me.”
He kissed his way back up her body, pausing at her nipples to take each of them into his mouth. Kristen could feel his manhood pressing up against her entrance, and when his lips met hers, she smelled herself on him.
They kissed, and his hands found hers, and he held it tightly as he pushed himself inside her. She gasped, feeling his thickness. God, that was new! She’d never been with a man so big before, and it was something else entirely.
“Oooh,” she moaned, feeling herself stretched. It was like she was being touched everywhere inside her. Her nervous system was on fire.
He eased in gently, but even so, she felt a brief flash of pain, a searing sting that evaporated as quickly as it erupted. And then he was inside her, slowly pulling out, and she wrapped her legs around him.
“Fuck me,” she said.
He did. Starting slow, it wasn’t long before he was fucking her quickly, kissing her, nibbling at her nick, squeezing his breasts while driving his thick cock deep into her over and over again.
Kristen moaned and writhed, bathed in pleasure and bliss. It felt so good, and her moans became intermittent sounds as the fever with which he fucked her raised in temperature.
“Yes,” she grunted. “Ooh, that feels good. Fuck me, Luke!”
She gripped into his hair, pulled his head up from her neck and kissed him hard, snaking her tongue into his mouth. And then an idea popped into her mind, and she broke the kiss.
“Fuck me from behind.”
He grinned at her and nodded, pulling out, leaving her feeling strangely empty. She got onto her knees, and he positioned himself behind her, rubbing his hands over her hips, his wide tip at her entrance.
“Fuck me hard.”
*
Luke had never imagined that his step-mother would be so fucking tight. He knew he was well-hung, but she had such a fantastic pussy. God, he could fuck her forever. He could eat her out forever.
He drove into her, pushing her two thighs together, making her tighter still. “You feel so good,” he growled, slapping her ass and gripping onto her hip bones, pulling her back onto his turgid shaft each time he thrust, completely bottoming out in her.
She was moaning and writhing, her head down on the pillow, her ass up in the air. He had to get one leg off its knee so he could raise himself higher, so that he could drive his aching cock against her front wall, feel the friction on the back of his bell-end, but also know that that was where she would be sensitive, where she would want to feel his manhood.
He took a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her back up onto her arms. He leaned over her then and licked up the sweat he saw on the back and sides of her neck, glistening, inviting.
“Oh, fuck me, Luke,” she growled through gritted teeth. She was pushing back of her own accord, meeting his every forward motion with a backward one of her own. Their wet skin slapped together, filling the air in the bedroom.
He could smell her scent wafting up as he fucked her, and fuck if it wasn’t the sexiest thing ever. He loved the way she smelled, and when he looked down, he could see her juices all over his cock each time he pulled out. It was so hot. He wanted to bury his face in her cunt again, lick it all up, make her come into his mouth over and over again.
“Harder,” she panted.
“Faster!” she wailed.
God, he thought. This woman! Why hadn’t he admitted his attraction to her earlier? Why had he waited so long? She was so amazing, a beautiful, sexual woman. Hotter than ever!
He snaked an arm over her hip, found her bulging clit and began to rub it while he fucked her. “Come for me,” he growled. “Come all over my dick. I want to feel it!”
He rubbed her hard and fast, in circles on her hood, and slowed down his fucking a bit to time it right. He could see her body tightening, growing rigid, and he knew he had already started her on that path. He kept it up, determined to make her climax, to make her scream and moan and thrash and writhe, and come all over his cock, slather it in her sexy, delicious juices.
*
“Oh, fuck!” she grunted, looking over her shoulder at her step-son fucking her. “Oh, shit, oh shit!”
With his hand wrapped around her hip, he was fingering her fast, fucking her from behind even faster, and his bell was grinding right up against her G-spot. The sensation was intense, the stretching, the friction everywhere.
“Don’t stop, Luke!” she wailed, holding into his arm as he fingered her, as he fucked her. He didn’t. He redoubled his efforts, picked up the pace, and drove himself into her again and again. She was getting so close, climbing, climbing, climbing…
She hadn’t been fucked like this in so, so long. She hadn’t realized she had missed it so much, being with a man who knew exactly what he was doing.
Luke was fingering his clit like it was her own hand, right on the hood where she preferred it, not touching the overly-sensitive bud that was no-doubt peeking out from beneath its fleshy sheath.
He angled his thrusts just right, so that his cock was rubbing against her front wall the entire time. His hands roamed her skin, the small of her back, her hips, and slapped h
er ass. All the sensations, all the feelings coalescing into one gigantic point of pleasure.
“Ooooohhhh!” she moaned, her voice deep and throaty. She dove off the precipice, plunged into a pool of pleasure. Ecstasy thrilled through her body. Bliss thrummed in her nerves. She squeezed around him, milking every last thrust, chasing that intense but ultimately fleeting pleasure. Her body convulsed, her fists balled, her toes curled, and she was in ecstasy, her senses lost to rapture. She screamed as he drove her through it, extended it, his thrusting not stopping, his fingering not ceasing, and then at just the right time he stopped touching her clit, when it was waning, ebbing.
But Luke hadn’t come yet, and he needed to. He was still fucking her, hard and fast, and Kristen’s moans soon turned to frantic grunts and gasps for air.
*
“Fuck,” Luke grunted. His thrusts grew shallow, and his whole body tightened up. He was right at the edge, nearly there.
“Come in me,” he heard his step-mother say. That was all he needed. He crested, a wave of blinding bliss dizzying him momentarily as his dick throbbed and twitched, ejaculating glob after glob of his broiling seed inside her.
He pushed himself into her, bottomed out, knowing that it was risky but not caring because it felt so fucking good.
“Oh, God,” he choked, as the pinpoint peak of his pleasure passed, and as he was now waning, cooling, the intensity of it all fading. “Fuck it feels good to have sex with you.” He reached forward and stroked her hair, before grabbing a fistful and pulling her head back. He pulled himself out of her and then pushed into her a few more times, each time dragging out strands of his sticky semen, the two of them tethered for nearly a second each time before his cum snapped under its own weight.
She moaned and gasped as he pushed his still rigid member inside her, and soon he began to realize that he could come again, that he wouldn’t need much more. He sped up his thrusts, at first driving into her to the hilt, eliciting shrieks and cut-off moans from her, before only fucking her with his tip, his whole bell bathed in sensation from her tight, clenching, swollen canal.
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