Stephania ran her soft palm over his warm cheeks. “You think you have learned to be less demanding?”
“Oh yes,” Clint replied.
“Then stand up,” Stephania instructed. Clint stood. Stephania removed the blindfold and released his hands. She smiled at him. “You are a good young man,” and she kissed him for the first time.
Clint wrapped his arms around his stepmother and pulled her close. His tongue prodded at her mouth. She pulled back. “I thought you said you had learned your lesson. I am the one in control here.”
“Sorry,” Clint said but kept his hands on her waist.
“I think we may need to fix this. Lie on your bed.” Stephania pointed at the mattress.
Clint lay down. “Give me your hands,” Stephania demanded.
Clint extended his arms. Stephania wound the belt of her kimono around his wrists and attached the other end to the headboard through its wood slats. She secured it and checked the knots.
“Now you won’t be such a demanding young man.” She knelt on the bed between his legs. Clint watched as his new stepmom bent over and swallowed his hard cock. Her tongue ran up and down the shaft against the motions of her mouth. When she started to flick the head of his thick cock with her tongue and stroke the shaft, Clint moaned and bucked his hips. Stephania kept stroking him while she looked up, “You don’t get to come until I do.”
She straddled Clint and began to ride his cock. Her fingers deftly found his nipples and she pinched them gently while rhythmically grinding on his hips. Clint’s cock swelled in her.
Stephania let go of his nipples and her fingers found her clit. She rubbed it until she came on top of him. As she moaned and forced him deep into her wet pussy Clint came hard.
Stephania sat on top of him, his spent member still filling her, and laughed. “Bet your girlfriends in high school can’t do that.” She patted his chest and dismounted.
“I can’t say they do.” Clint smiled. He pulled against the tie binding him to the bed trying to indicate that he needed to be released.
“I might just leave you tied there tonight,” Stephania laughed and wrapped her kimono around her ample hips. “You never know, I might want a second round.”
Clint’s eyes went wide. He started to panic at the idea of being tied to his bed all night. “I need to use the bathroom,” he looked for a valid excuse to be untied.
Stephania sighed. “Fine. You were a good young man. I guess I can let you up. For now.” She untied Clint. “Good show.” She slapped his ass and left.
Chapter Three
The next morning Clint woke late. He walked into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Stephania was sitting at the kitchen table tumbling through a stack of catalogues.
“Morning sleepy head,” she said as he poured himself a cup from the French press.
“Morning,” Clint avoided looking at her.
“How are you this morning?” Stephania asked.
“Fine,” Clint searched the fridge for cream.
“How is your ass?” she smiled. Clint looked up from the fridge. His stepmom as sitting there watching him.
“Fine,” he replied and went back to fixing his coffee.
“You ever do anything like that before?” Stephania knew the answer but was looking to start a conversation.
“No.” Clint continued his one-word responses.
“Did you like it?” Stephania waited until Clint made eye contact. She patted the seat next to her to indicate she wanted him to come and sit down.
Clint walked over to the table and took a seat. “Yeah.”
“Do you know what kink is?” Stephania asked.
“Like pulling hair and stuff?” Clint replied. He felt very awkward, similar to the way he felt when his dad had given him the birds and the bees talk years ago.
“That can be a small part of it. But there is a lot more.” Stephania closed her catalogue. “It can be things like spanking, using things like whips and paddles to spank people, tying them up, controlling them, sometimes inflicting pain.” She gave a brief summary of some of the kink she liked.
“Oh,” Clint stared into his mug.
“It’s a different type of sex. Some people really like it. It is one of the reasons your father and I clicked so well,” she delivered her reveal with the same casualness she told him the maid had restocked the fridge with sodas.
“Ew,” Clint continued his eye avoidance.
“Not ew. Sex is important in a relationship. Especially as you get older. It’s a way of communication and bonding that isn’t achieved in other ways.” Stephania continued her line of discussion despite Clint’s reluctance to engage.
“Kink, stuff like spanking and tying up, require more trust between people than just regular sex.” Stephania touched Clint’s hand. He gave her a confused look.
“Think about it. You have had other girls give you a blow job, right?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Clint nodded.
“Right. How well did you have to know them before you let them suck your dick?” Stephania asked.
“Don’t know,” Clint continued his line of avoidance.
“If some hot girl came up to you at school that you didn’t know and said, ‘Hey, let’s ditch and I will suck your dick?’ how long would you have to talk to her, how well would you have to get to know her before you let her suck you off?” Stephania asked.
“That would never happen,” Clint couldn’t imagine the scenario that his stepmom was presenting.
“Really? So at a party or something, you have never met a girl that just wants to have sex without all the dating and getting to know you stuff?” Stephania didn’t believe her new stepson had never been casually propositioned by a girl.
“Sure, that happens.” Clint was thinking back to the last house party when a girl visiting from San Diego hit him up to fuck. He had honored her request in the guest bathroom.
“Did you feel safe and that you could just fuck someone without knowing their family and stuff?” she asked.
“Sure,” Clint cracked a half-smile of the memory of bending over the chick from San Diego and plowing her in the bathroom while people pounded on the door.
“Ok then. But if you were hit up by a hot girl at a party and she asked to tie you up and spank you, would you say ‘Yes’ right away?” Stephania was leaving a trail of breadcrumbs in the conversation she hoped Clint would be able to follow.
“No. That would be weird,” he took a sip of coffee.
“Would it be weird because spanking and tying up is weird or would it be weird because it was someone you don’t know well?” she asked.
“Both, I guess.” Clint couldn’t picture any of the girls he knew wanting to spank him. The idea of Halle trying to wield her little palm to hit is ass made him chuckle to himself.
“Ok. So kinky sex requires a bit more trust between partners. You don’t necessarily have to know their entire life story before you have sex, but you have to have some level of trust. You trusted me to tie you up last night because you know me. That is kind of the basis of kinky sex.” Stephania felt she had provided an adequate intro discussion to kink for Clint.
“Ok.” Clint continued to drink his coffee.
“So, would you want to repeat last night?” Stephania asked.
“Yeah,” Clint said softly.
“Me too.” Stephania confirmed this by squeezing Clint’s knee under the table.
“Can I ask you something?” she looked at Clint.
“Sure,” he thought it was a stupid question since she had been asking him stuff since he woke up.
“Do you think your friend Dante might like what we did last night?” Stephania looked directly at her stepson.
“God! I don’t know. We don’t talk about stuff like this,” Clint wrinkled up his nose.
“You think he would be into me?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Clint half-laughed at the obviousness of this answer.
“Nice,” Stephania stood up
and went to refill her coffee.
“So, have you ever had a threesome?” she asked casually.
“What do you mean? Like three people having sex together?” Clint was a bit horrified to be asked this.
“Yeah, like that.” Stephania returned to the table.
“No,” Clint was embarrassed by having to admit this.
“Do you want to?” she asked.
Clint got an immediate image of Stephania bringing over one of her hot girlfriends and they would all have sex by the pool. “That would be cool.”
Stephania smiled. “Good. So, what you up to the rest of the day?”
“Um, a threeway?” Clint laughed.
“You never know. I am going to jump in the pool.” Stephania got up and walked out the back door.
* * * * *
Clint went back to his room. He didn’t know quite what to do with himself after last night and this morning’s conversation with Stephania. He flopped down on his bed and picked up his phone. The text message light was flashing. Shit! I forgot to check in with Halle! He was horrified that he forgot he left her passed out on the beach.
There were twelve unread messages from her:
“Hey! You left me last night!”
“What the hell!”
“In case you were wondering, Jackie took me home.”
“Left your puke blanket on the beach.”
“????”
“Why are you not answering?”
“WTF! Thought this was some sort of date or something.”
“You with another girl?”
“Are you with Donna right now?”
“Really? No answer?”
“Fuck you.”
“Don’t call me.”
“Shit.” Clint tried to figure out a response.
“Just woke up. YOU asked to stay. YOU were the one who puked! You told me you were not leaving. I ASKED Jackie to take you home. NO I DID NOT FUCK DONNA.”
Clint sat and fumed. Halle was turning out to be a drama queen. He hated girls that ramped up the drama. He also hated being accused of cheating by a chick who got too drunk and stoned to remember the night before and just assumed he was being a dick. Fuck her, he thought and tossed his phone onto the bed.
Clint clicked on his television and started scrolling through the options. His message indicator chirped:
“Sorry”
“You are fucking right you are sorry!” he thought. He wanted to send a nasty reply but tempered himself:
“You ok?”
There was a long pause. He returned to searching for something to watch. He was still angry at Halle’s accusation. However, his instincts took over. It was Saturday and he was alone. He grabbed his dick and started to stroke it into an erection. His thoughts drifted back to last night.
The phone chirped:
“Yeah. Hung over. Tired. Sand is in EVERYTHING.”
Serves you right, Clint thought.
Halle’s text came through:
“Going to sleep today. Can I make it up to you?????”
Clint decided to make her wait for his response. He put the phone down and turned on “Bad MILFs.” He began to stroke himself again. Halle needs a fucking spanking, he thought to himself.
There was a knock on his door and it clicked open.
“Dude, it’s almost one. We were supposed to hit the beach today.” Dante pushed his way into Clint’s room. “You get some last night with Halle and sleeping it off or what?”
Dante came into the room. Clint quickly pulled his hands from under the covers.
“Dude!!” Dante pretended to shield his eyes in disgust when he noticed Clint’s erection propping up the sheet. He looked at the television and got an eyeful of a MILF taking it in the ass. “Um, I guess I should come back later.” Dante went to leave.
“Naw. Come on in.” Clint paused the video.
“So, you and Halle do it last night?” Dante gently pumped the air with his crotch just in case Clint missed the meaning of his question.
“Nope. She got stoned and drunk and passed out on the beach. She blacked out and didn’t remember telling me to leave. Got all sorts of drama shit on text this morning from her.” Clint said in disgust.
His phone chirped again:
“ANYTHING?????”
“That her?” Dante asked.
“Yeah. She feels bad. Is offering to make it up. I haven’t replied.” Clint said, still holding the phone.
“Tell her to get her ass over here. She can service both of us as an apology.” Dante laughed at himself.
“You would be into that? Seeing me fuck her and you getting all my sloppy seconds?” Clint screwed up his face at this friend.
“No. I would be into you watching me fuck her, the YOU can get the sloppy seconds dude.” Dante plopped himself down in the armchair.
“Fuck you dude. I was the one going out with her.” Clint was annoyed.
“Was?” Dante asked.
“Am. Was. I don’t know. Hate girl drama.” Clint stared at his phone. “What should I tell her?”
Dante shrugged.
“Feel better.” Clint hit send on the text.
“Feel better?” Dante asked.
“Yeah. Feel better. Sober up. Then I will dump her ass for being a bitchy drama queen.” Clint tossed the phone on the bed, annoyed.
“I am sure you will find other pussy this summer. Chicks like you.” Dante smiled.
“Yeah. More than you know.” Clint gave a conspiratorial look to his friend.
“Shut the door.” Clint instructed. In a whisper he said, “Got to tell you something.”
Dante got up and shut the door. “So you got new pussy last night? Who was it.” He returned to his chair.
“Was she the bomb?” Dante smiled and raised his hand to high five his friend.
Clint left him hanging. “New pussy, yes. But you will never guess who it was.”
Dante went to high five again. “Awesome! Who was it? Daniella? Suri? Lola?”
Clint shook his head with each name. Slowly he lipped, “Stephania.”
“What the fuck dude? Really? You hit that? How the hell did that happen?” Dante was clearly jealous.
“I came back from the beach without Halle. Stephania was up late watching porno in the living room. When I got in, she asked if I had done it with Halle. I told her no. She said she had downloaded some movies and I was welcome to stream them. Check this out!” Clint pulled up the list of movies on his television.
“Bad MILFs? Indiana Bones? What is this?” Dante salivated at the new porn.
Clint clicked on “Bad MILFs.”
“It’s all this rough sex with MILFs! Like she is really into it!” Clint let the movie run to give Dante a flavor.
“Woah! She did want you. I told you!!” Dante went to high five. This time Clint returned it. “So did you destroy that or what?”
“It was so weird! She came in when I was beating off to one of these. She is into some weird shit. She tied me up, blindfolded me, spanked me. It was so hot man! I totally busted in her.” Clint smiled. “It’s true what they say about big girls. They are totally better in bed. You should have seen the way she sucked me off last night!”
“Damn! I wish I could have a piece of that!” Dante was sincere about this.
There was a knock on the door as Stephania opened it.
“Hello Dante!” She stood there in a clingy sundress that skimmed the bottom of her ass. Her hair was still wet from her swim.
“Morning Mrs. Lowell,” Dante smiled lasciviously at Stephania.
She glanced at the television. “Bad MILFs” was still running. Clint saw his stepmom see the porn and blushed furiously. He scrambled to find the remote.
“Let it run. It’s normal for young men to watch porn.” She smiled. “Clint, dear, be a good host and get Dante something to drink.”
“Yes, sorry.” Clint got out of bed and wrapped his robe around him. When he stood up, he was sporting a semi, which both Steph
ania and Dante noticed. He hurried out of the room.
Stephania closed the door behind her stepson.
Chapter Four
“So, Dante. I assume Clint mentioned what happened last night?” She walked over to the six-four eighteen year old who now felt very small in her space.
Dante looked down, “Um, yeah.”
Stephania reached out and ran her hand over Dante’s crotch. “I get the feeling you might like to get a little of this,” she ran her other hand over her breast and squeezed a nipple through the thin sundress.
“Um… I don’t know.” Dante was suddenly very unsure of himself.
Stephania took Dante’s hand and placed it on her breast with the now-hard nipple. “You like?”
“I do.” Dante replied quietly.
“So do I,” Stephania squeezed the growing erection in Dante’s shorts. “You feel like you could be a very big boy,” she squeezed harder.
Dante choked. “I have been told that.” He blushed. Dante knew he was big. He sported a full ten-inch cock that was nearly as thick as a coke can.
“Can I see what we are working with?” Stephania tugged at his waistband.
“Won’t Clint come in?” Dante flashed on the conversation with Clint about a threesome and getting sloppy seconds. He might just be able to give it to Stephania before Clint got back with drinks.
“Let me worry about that,” Stephania stepped back, ready for a show. She nodded at Dante.
Dante pulled off his shorts. He had nothing underneath and stood there, erection already at full mast.
“Mmmmmm… very nice.” Stephania took the ten-inch cock in her hand. “You definitely are a big one,” she smiled and stroked it. “I know what to do with this.”
Dante stood there, not knowing what to do. Clint came back in the room carrying two Coke’s. “Whoa, sorry!” he started to back out of the room.
“Not so fast, mister. Come in here.” Stephania took total control.
Dante and Clint exchanged slightly terrified looks. Clint worked to avoid looking at Dante’s giant erection.
“Set the drinks on the table.” Stephania instructed.
Almost as if he were now an automaton, Clint sat the drinks on the coffee table next to the chair in his room.
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