“Good, good. It is a relief to hear that. Umm… we should probably get going. I have paint and brushes and everything we need in the mini-van. Shall we?”
“Let’s do it,” pushing out our chairs and getting up, we grab our coffees and exit by the side door.
Half an hour later we’re at the house. My Kate Lincoln Realtor sign is hanging in the front lawn. The house is white with black shutters and only the south side - the one that gets blasted by all the sun - needs paint. It’s going to be a hot one. The sun’s already beating down. Glad I only wore cutoffs, a yellow flower print tank and black Keds. A bikini would be nice but my wimpy skin can’t take too much sun. As it is, my curvy thighs are a luminescent white. In comparison, Andre is a bronze sun god. He’s so tasty looking makes me regret the promise he made.
“That sun is going to murder my skin,” digging out a tube of SPF 80 sun block and holding it out to him. “Wanna lube me up,” winking.
“An invitation I can’t refuse,” taking the tube and squeezing a dollop into his left palm. He rubs his hands together and then kneels and starts with my ankles, caressing the coconut scented cream into my supple flesh. He slowly, vigorously, works his way up my legs.
“Kate, you have such soft, sensuous skin.”
“Oh, that feels good,” I moan, reaching down and digging my fingers into his thick hair, grabbing handfuls of his luscious locks. Tugging, pulling, as his knowing hands climb above my knees. He reloads on lotion and moves to my upper inner thighs. Squeezing my tender sensitive flesh. My knees wobble but his strong hands support me.
“Fuck, Andre, you do that like a pro,” gasping as he goes higher.
“It only gets better.”
He reaches the fringe of my cutoffs. My heart races as his fingers slip under their fabric, only a couple inches from my pussy. My crotch is tingling and heating up. Once he feels I’m getting wet there’ll be no stopping us.
“No, Andre, no,” grabbing his fingers and squeezing. “No… you promised.”
“Pardon me, Kate,” gazing up at me. His eyes burn with desire. God, I really turn him on. He stands, the slight smile curving his sensuous lips tells me he wants me. “Guess I couldn’t help myself. You have great skin.”
“Why, thank you,” blushing. “What do you say we get painting?”
We set up the step ladders, open a gallon of paint and get a boom box blasting pop classics from the 70s and 80s. I pour half the paint into an empty ice cream bucket and set it on the shelf of my ladder and hand Andre the half full paint can. We climb our ladders and start painting near the top of the wall.
We don’t get far before Walking on Sunshine comes on.
“God, this is my favorite song. Break time,” dropping my brush in the bucket and climbing down. Andre must think I’m a real loon because once on the ground I start singing and dancing. I may be thirty-nine but I can still shake my ass. Andre enjoys my little show. He’s on his way down to join me when my toe catches one leg of the ladder. The whole thing tumbles. I trip and fall, ending up on my ass coated in white paint.
“Kate, are you hurt?” He rushes and kneels down to me, looking me over.
“Just my pride. What a klutz, huh? Man, look at this mess,” picking at my paint-sticky tank with a thumb and forefinger.
“At least it’s latex. I’ll get the hose,” running to the side of the house, opening the spigot and returning. I stand as he sprays me down, rubbing the paint from my belly, from my breasts. I let him rub his hands all over my breasts, working out every last drop of paint. My nipples are rock-hard under my bra as he obviously wants to do a thorough job with my boobs. I just rest my hands on top of my sticky hair and let him do his thing. The bulge in his jeans is growing. I smile. He sees where I’m looking.
“Well, I think they’re pretty clean,” he says. “But, for the rest of you, warm water will work better. Is there a shower inside you can use?”
“Yeah, in the basement. I think I can get to it without making too much of a mess.”
“Great. If you want to clean up, I’ll keep painting.”
“Are you sure,” unable to hide my disappointment. “I mean, you got some on yourself, too,” pointing out spots on his chest and arms and neck.
“Oh, It’s not really that bad…. Well, You go first, then I’ll come down.”
Down in the basement, I wring out my clothes, toss them in the dryer, and hop into the shower, lathering up my body with a soapy sponge. It feels so good I never want to leave. Suddenly I hear the boom box. It gets louder. Andre’s bringing it down. My heart leaps into my throat. Hang on Sloopy is playing. The song conjures erotic memories. I lost my cherry over that song back in college. I softly sing the lyrics, rhythmically moving the sponge over my belly, swaying my hips to the melody. I hear Andre humming the tune. My pulse races. The shower door slides open. He steps in. His hard cock presses against my ass. His hands move over mine matching my rhythm.
“I didn’t want you to miss any spots,” he says, nuzzling my neck.
Here comes that jelly-knee feeling again.
Chapter 4
“I’m in danger of breaking my promise,” he murmurs in my ear.
“I’ll let it go for another promise.”
“Anything.”
“Promise me you’ll fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked in your life.”
He lifts my chin with his left hand arching my head back to where I catch his eyes blazing down into mine. They burn with pure animal lust. His breath is hot and heavy upon my face. He smiles devilishly and drops his lower jaw revealing his pristine teeth. He flicks the tip of his tongue like a serpent and drags it along the bridge of my nose. He licks my forehead. My cheeks. My chin. It’s rough and course and highly erotic.
“I’m going to do that to every inch of your body,” pressing his mouth upon mine. I moan at the taste of his sweet breath, our fluids mixing as do our souls. His body is strong as steel. I simply lean back into him and let him take control.
“I love a woman with a full bush,” moving one hand down to my pussy while tweaking my nipples with the other. I can hardly contain my hormones. My body takes on a life of its own. Grinding my ass against his hard cock. Remembering how huge it was in art class. I want to feel that monster inside me.
“Fuck me, Andre,” breaking our kiss and panting the words up into his face. “I need your big cock inside me,” resuming our sloppy kiss.
“Sure you can take something this big,” digging his fingers into my wet pussy and pulverizing my clit with his palm. He bites my earlobe and growls.
My pelvis squirms. He’s driving me wild. “Fuck me, now, damn you.” My fingers claw into his forearms, pushing against them so I can raise my ass up high enough for it to sink down onto his shaft. Finally, he bends me forward and lowers his hips. His head probes my lips and then forces its way slowly inside. I gasp, my breath heaving like I’m taking in something the size of a baseball bat. I scream in painful ecstasy as my walls stretch to allow him in.
“Ah… ah… ah….” His cock keeps sinking deeper and deeper inside me. The hot shower water is beating down upon us, the room thick with hot steam. Andre starts banging me, my head pressed up against the tiled wall. His hands clutch my hips. My knees no longer exist. They must be outside somewhere. He’s holding me. I’m all his. My pussy muscles spasm and clench. My belly is on fire.
“Oh, God, you’re tight for a MILF, Kate,” grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my head back. He pounds me like he’s riding a wild beast.
“Ahhhh, fuckkkk, yeahhhhhh
“Fuck, I’m going shoot any second.”
“Let me taste it.”
He pulls out. I twist and kneel. His glistening purple cock is gigantic. The first spurt shoots over my forehead and into my hair. I quickly wrap my lips over him and catch his next three jets against the roof of my mouth. His salty sweet gooey sperm and cock fill my mouth. My favorite taste in this world or in any other. My tongue and lips feel the after tremors of his
orgasm as I swallow and drain the remaining cum from his cock. Greedy, I wrap a fist around him and pump for more while deep-throating him as far as I can.
“I love your taste,” I say, smiling up at him. “Got any more?”
“I’m just starting, babe,” taking my hand and leading me out into the laundry room. “You’re going to get the spin cycle treatment.”
“Sounds orgasmic,” giggling.
He turns on the washing machine and sets the dial to the “SPIN” setting. Once the machine gets going really fast, vibrating and shaking, he lifts me up on top and spreads my legs. He plunges one finger into my ass and another into my pussy and pumps them real fast while sucking my clit, flicking the tip of his tongue against it, blowing puffs of air against it. He does all this while the washer is bucking and shaking like a mad bull from hell. All the while I’m going off like Paul Bunyan’s fireworks arsenal. My entire body is vibrating. It’s all one continuous orgasm.
“Now for some serious fucking,” Andre says, standing up. His cock has only gotten harder, if that’s possible. He squeezes it into my gaping hole and starts pounding. If it’s possible to die from orgasming I think I came close. He’s a human jackhammer. Speed ramming his cock deep inside me. His hands are laced behind my neck, holding my torso forward, penetrating my soul with his intense gaze, the gaze of an unstoppable force. The basement, Andre’s face, everything is a vibrating blur. I scream but do not hear it. Everything is sweet electricity. My bliss could power a medium-sized city.
Andre’s head is arched back. He’s shouting something I don’t hear. His hammering slows and I feel my pussy filled with his hot sticky cum. His thrusts gradually slow and then stop. He lifts me into the air. Still sitting on his cock, I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. We soul kiss as he carries me up the stairs and out into the blistering sun. Our sweat dries in seconds. We’re out in the limitless outdoors. We’re naked and free. Giddy as children, we smile into each others faces and kiss as he spins us around and around like we’re on a playground merry-go-round. Dizziness pulls us down into the soft grass. We just lie there for a long time holding each other tight. Resting. Our hearts beating in sync. Our breath in sync. Butterflies twitter above our heads.
Chapter 5
Several hours later, after finally getting back to painting, Mariah pulls up in her car.
“What do we tell her,” I ask Andre.
“The truth is the best policy,” he says, stepping off his ladder to meet her.
“Looks like you two have been hard at it,” she says, approaching.
“How was your day, dear?” meeting her with a hug.
“God, am I sick of looking at a computer screen,” kicking off her flats and digging her toes into the soft grass. “Know what I really need right now?”
“What is it, dear?”
“I could go for a good fuck….Mom, you game for a three-way?”
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Stepmom Vacation
“Goodness gracious me, Jesse, you look like you’re about to have a heart attack. Give me those bags. Come, sit on the sofa and put your feet up. I’ll get you a cold glass of lemonade.”
Jesse Christianson had just gotten home on summer break from college. His problem was his girlfriend, Allison Mills, had just dropped the bomb that she no longer wanted to see him.
“Our relationship has gotten stale,” she’d told him this morning in bed just as he’d rolled over onto her, wanting her sweet sugar. She closed her legs and rolled him back over to his side of the bed.
“What? Sweetie, Don’t you feel well?”
“God’s sake, Jess, open your eyes. How long has it been since you’ve given me an orgasm? You’re a great lover but you just don’t turn me on any more.”
He tried to rationalize this sudden bombshell but her mind was made up. They had no future together. It was best if he just packed his things and moved out. He couldn’t bear the thought of her spending the summer hanging out on Old Orchard Beach, bate for all the other horny college guys. So, he retreated home to Scarborough to his dad, Jack, and stepmom, Kate.
“Here you are, honey,” Kate said, handing him the ice-cold glass of lemonade and sitting down beside him. His stepmom, had seductive shoulder length blonde hair and a great athletic figure for a forty-year-old. Having just returned from her morning yoga class, she was still in her tight yoga pants and tank that showed exactly how well endowed her motherly figure was. Kate defined the term MILF. But Mom-I’d-Like-to-Fuck was a foreign concept to Jesse. He had Allison-on-the-mind and the hole she’d left in his heart was eating him alive.
“Thanks, mom,” taking a refreshing sip. The lemonade did wonders for his parched throat. “I needed that.”
“Good,” patting his jean clad leg. “I hate to see you like this, sweetie, tell what’s wrong.” She looked into his eyes with a steady comforting gaze that said, “Tell me all your troubles. Let them dissolve into my loving care.”
“It’s Allison, mom,” his voice shaking. He set the glass of lemonade on the coffee table, afraid of spilling it on the new beige sofa. “She’s dumped me,” the words barely coming out in a whisper. He raised his hand to cover his tears.
“Oh, sweet baby.”
Kate put her tanned arm around him, kissed his forehead, brought his head over to rest upon her bosom and stroked his blond hair.
Jesse’s biological mother had died in an auto accident when he was only ten. A couple years later Jack met and married Kate. With his dad putting in long hours to make his construction company prosper, it fell to Kate to help Jessie through the difficult years of puberty and the “girl-problem” years of high school. Thus she came to know her son well and could now offer him comfort in his current emotional crisis.
“Let’s talk about it, dear, and it’ll help you feel better. And you know I don’t like beating around the bush so let’s get to the heart of the matter. How has your sexual relationship been with her?”
“I just can’t figure her out, mom. We’ve been doing it every day. It’s been great. But this morning she says she hasn’t had an orgasm for weeks.” Jesse opened his teary eyes. His stepmom’s ample cleavage filled his field of view. Her supple skin was streaked with the tracks of his tears. They had run down and soaked the top of her white tank rendering their fabric nearly transparent over the ripple of her large aureoles and erect nipples. Until then he hadn’t been aware that she wore no bra. He felt a slight tingle at the tip of his penis. The awareness of which made him feel a little embarrassed and self-conscious. No way did he want to pop a boner while resting his head on his mom’s breasts.
Big Bad Stepbrother
As soon as we got home Jason kicked the door shut with his heel, grabbed my hand, and spun me around into his arms.
“I’ve waited too long for this moment,” his husky breath hot on my already blushing cheeks.
“What are you going to do?” I gasped, my hands finding the steel chords running up along his lower back. With one hand behind my neck and the other clenching my amble rear, he pulled me tighter into his embrace. The heat coming off his hulking chest was hot as a furnace. I felt his stiff cock press into my plump tummy.
I’m going to bring out the woman in you, sis,” pressing his lips onto mine, slipping his wet hot whiskey flavored tongue into my mouth. My body melted into his strong arms. His mouth opened wide as did mine, our faces twisting crosswise for deeper oral penetration. I wanted to sink my tongue deep inside him and he wanted to do the same with me. We shared the same breath, inhaling and exhaling in and out of each other as our tongues explored and caressed each other’s mouths.
His hands found my zipper and opened the back of my dress all the way down to my ass and then peeled it off, letting it fall to the floor. I unbuttoned his shirt and he tossed it into a corner.
“Are you sure you want to do this, sis,” our lips momentarily breaking their seal of lust.
Got
Jacked
“Have you been bad? I mean with this friend of yours”
“I don’t know,” smiling demurely.
“What do you mean by that? Your smile tells me something not good. Have you had sex with him?”
“Are you crazy? Of course not. I’m saving that for the man I love,” resting her head upon my chest.
“I hope you’re not lying,” petting her long straight hair. “You have a long life ahead of you and I’d hate for you to ruin it in one reckless night of passion.”
“Believe me, daddy, I know what I’m doing. I’m saving myself for the right man. Right now, I’m just glad I’m with you tonight. You saved my life”
“I want to talk about what just happed between us back up there by the car. We were in a life or death situation. I thought I had lost you, sweetheart, and I had to do anything I could to try to bring you back. In such extreme moments a man’s passions take over his body and force him to do things that he would not ordinarily do.”
“You mean like when you dry humped me, daddy?”
“Well, yes, to put it bluntly, yes, when I did that. And I apologize for that, it was wrong, I am your father ….”
“Shhh, daddy,” she looked up into my eyes and put her index finger over my lips. “You did what was needed. And, I hope you don’t mind me saying that… that I liked it. I am your little girl and it will always be that way.”
Stepbrother Lover
“What did you do?”
“Took all my savings and put it on a horse. I lost,” He leans his rifle against the wall, takes off his coat, hangs it in the closet, pulls out his handgun and sets it on the dresser along with his cell phone. I’m standing at the window, in front of the mattress. He comes over, takes me in his arms and starts kissing my neck. He’s gentle but a little out of practice.
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