“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.
Having My Daughter's Boyfriend
“Mom, You’ve got to get out. Do stuff. Meet new people,” my daughter, Mariah, had been telling me ever since the divorce.
Well, I finally agreed. Enough sitting around the house, moping, watching TV, gorging myself on chocolates and dreaming of hulks to come knocking on my door. True, I did have my realty business - Kate Lincoln Realty. But, let’s face it, selling houses doesn’t get you laid. Just tired. So, I enrolled in an art class at the local college. The same one Mariah goes to, only she’s studying journalism.
“College is where I met Andre,” she said, speaking of her new boyfriend.
“Tell me about this new boyfriend of yours. Is he someone I’d approve of?”
“Oh, mom, you’re so old fashioned.”
“Well, when am I going to meet him?”
“As a matter of fact, I’ve invited Andre over tonight. Actually, he insisted upon meeting you. He said he thought it proper to get your ‘okay’ before diving into a relationship with me.”
“Sounds like Andre is more old fashioned than I am, sweetie.”
“Well, his parents came from a small village in France. Maybe that’s why.”
“Oh, how interesting. Can’t wait to meet him. Listen, I got to run. Late for art class. Love you,” heading out the door.
“Love ya, mom.”
The art class started at eight. I rush into the small room about ten minutes late. There are about half a dozen other students - all college-age guys and girls. I tried to dress to look younger but just ended up looking like the mom of Velma from Scooby Do. Knee socks, pleated skirt, turtle-neck sweater, glasses, short dark hair. Everyone else in the room is casually dressed in jeans and sporty shirts. They’re all sitting in a semi-circle around the model. Busy sketching. They barely notice my entrance but I still feel self-conscious. At least the skirt hides my curvy hips.
Today we’re doing nude sketches of a live subject. There’s one empty chair left - straight on center in front of the model. This heightens my self-consciousness but I have no choice. I take the chair, prop up my sketch pad on the easel and dig out my pencils. I fidget and drop the pencils. It’s only after I get settled and start to draw that I notice the model.
It’s been over a year since I’ve even seen a naked man. That was Charles, before he left me for his secretary. Ugh, I push the painful memories from my mind.
I’m ready to sketch.
The model is a mere five feet away. Until now he’s been but a vague blurry shadow image stalking my peripheral vision. All I’ve been aware of is the slightly oiled sheen of his muscular contours. He’s doing a damn good job of impersonating Michelangelo’s David.
Finally, I look up directly at him… into the face of the most gorgeous penis I’ve ever laid eyes on.
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.”
Pork
“Come here, Sunshine. Got to show you something.” She timidly steps over to where I stand - in front of the grill. “Look at that,” pointing at the distributor.” She leans in over the engine. I inhale her essence - fresh as the morning dew. “Your distributor cap is cracked. You’re going to need a new one.” Uncomfortable with my closeness, she leans back out and steps away.
“Well, is it safe to drive?” Biting her lower lip. God, she’s sexy. My cock is throbbing.
“No, not really. You’re lucky you made it this far.”
“But, I’ve got things to do,” stamping her foot. I almost come in my pants. “I’m getting married this weekend.” I’ll see to it that doesn’t happen. “My wedding dress has to be fitted and altered. And I have a rehearsal tonight, not to mention a ton of
other stuff to do. Is there anything you can do to fix it?” She bats her lashes at me melting my heart.
“Well, yeah. I could give it a try. Could put some bondo on it, might get you to the next town. Ain’t guaranteeing nothing, though. But that’s a lot of work and I’m loaded with shit to do.”
“Can that guy out there do it?” looking out the garage door at Kevin over at the granary. Son of a bitch been spying on her the whole time. He sees her look and flashes that shit-eating grin, waving.
“Fuck no. He’s got his own work to do. Tell you what,” turning her towards the back of the shop. “Step back here and lets discuss this.” She doesn’t object, so I lead her to a place that’s out of view from Kevin’s prying eyes. I stop her in front of a workbench that lines the back wall. It’s cluttered with tools, tractor parts and greasy rags.
“If I’m going to do this I’ll need a little payment in advance.”
“I’m afraid I don’t have any cash on me. All I carry is plastic,” fidgeting with her hair, tucking it behind her ear. I drink in her slender figure. What I wouldn’t give to look under her hood. “But, I can come back with the money on another day.”
“Well, that would be nice, Sunshine,” stepping closer, tracing the graceful outline of her skinny hip with my dirty forefinger. “But around here, at the hog ranch, we trade in flesh. Know what I mean?”
Suddenly, a mighty uproar from a hundred screaming hungry sows blasts from the barn next door. The girl nearly jumps out of here panties.
“Easy, easy, little girl. That’s just the sound of feeding time,” leaning toward her, placing my hands on the bench beside her hips, blocking her in. “If you scream, no one will hear you.”
“What do you want?” Her large doe eyes well up with a hint of tears, softening my heart.
“I just want to see what you got under that sweet dress.” She doesn’t say or do anything - just stares at me in disbelief.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-one.”
Thank God.
“Don’t want to hurt you. Like I said, just a look. I want you to lift your dress up for me.” She lowers her face, then looks up at me through her long wet eye lashes. So seductive.
“I’ve never let a man see me naked before, not even my fiancee.”
“Holy fuck, you’re a virgin?”
She nods demurely.
u can let me off with a warning, sir,” she unzipped my fly.
“If you promise never ever to do it again I can be lenient.”
“I do.”
She took my engorged cock head into her tiny mouth….
Stepbrother Lover
by Carrie Breeze
Copyright © 2015 Carrie Breeze
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The characters and events portrayed
in this book are fictitious and come
Strictly from the mind of the author.
All characters portrayed are 18+
at the time of sexual activity
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