by C J Edwards
“No, no! Don’t be silly, darling,” Chloe quickly replied. “I just stubbed my toe on the table.” I was back up to speed and the poor woman was struggling to keep her voice sounding normal.
“Wear shoes then, you daft tart...!”
“Darling, I’ve got to go,” she interrupted desperately. “Johnny needs my help with something!” She quickly rang off without waiting for a reply, dropped the phone on to the table and stared at me with disbelief in her wide eyes. I quickly grabbed my iPhone and thumbed it on to movie mode, filming that gorgeous, confused face just as she came with a roof-lifting scream. “Oh my God! Yeeeees!”
I let Chloe come back down from her lady heaven and then pulled her down on to her feet, spinning her round and pushing her upper body down on to the table top, kicking her feet apart. I grabbed her robe at the neck and ripped it downwards, leaving her butt naked and then, wrapping her long, flaxen hair around my hand, yanked her head back and sheathed myself inside her with one powerful thrusting movement.
For fifteen long minutes, I humped my horny stepmom like a dog; hard and fast. Her strong pussy muscles gripped my shaft so tightly it seemed she wanted to milk the spunk right out of me. And that reminded me of something. I bent forward to whisper in her ear. “Are you on the pill, sugar momma? I’m gonna cream your fertile womb!”
Chloe reacted violently. She stiffened up and tried to pull away. “Christ no! Your Dad and I are trying to make a baby. You can’t!”
I stopped thrusting straight away. “Shit, really?” I feigned sympathy. “You should have said earlier, I didn’t realise. “I pulled back and my cock dropped out of her, followed by a fanny fart which made her blush bright pink. I took her hand and pulled her to her feet. “Come on, let’s move to the bedroom and you can get on top to control the action.”
They had lived in this house for nearly three years and I realised then I’d never been in my dad’s bedroom before. It was impressive! About three times the size of most people’s, the huge super-king-sized bed looked tiny in the middle of the floor and the free space was big enough to hold a dance-off. Not that dancing competitions were at the top of Dad’s agenda. I glanced up at the ceiling and saw a collection of hooks, eyes and pulleys. It didn’t require a great deal of imagination to picture Chloe swinging from them with a ball-gag in while my Pop lashed her tits. I made a mental note to test her tolerance for pain myself but in the meantime, I had a more pressing need. My cock had dropped to half-mast. Pushing her to her knees on the hard wooden floor, I gripped her by the shorter hair on top of her head and pulled her face into my groin. “Suck your sweet juice off my dick!”
If the idea of tasting herself was disgusting to her, Chloe certainly didn’t show it. Wrapping her petite hand around my root, she rubbed along the whole length of my shaft as she popped my helmet into her pouty little mouth. She sucked and rubbed like a pro and I just let her for a while, before pushing her head further down. “Suck my balls my mommy-whore,” I moaned. “Take ‘em in your mouth.” She licked, nibbled and sucked each one in turn and the I upped the ante even more. Turning around, I reached behind to hold the back of her head, while I pushed my arse crease into her face. She got it straight away and the filthy little minx pushed her hot tongue right up my sticky back passage and reached around to pump my now rock hard cock. I captured every hot moment on my phone.
I propped my still recording phone up on a cabinet and got up on to the bed, with Chloe following right on. I lay on my back and she climbed right on board, sinking her tight little cooch straight down on my thick pole.
“Urrrrrrgh! God, that feels so good,” stepmom moaned as she started subtle little up and down movements. “Don’t forget to tell me when you’re gonna cum,” she quickly added.
“Sure,” I chuckled, knowing full well that there was no way I was going to miss the opportunity of spraying this cutie’s ovaries and also knowing only too well from experience there was no way she was going to want to climb off at the critical time. I reached up to her succulent titties and squeezed gently as her jogging motions got more pronounced. That seemed to flick a switch inside her and she picked right up on the pace, bumping up and down like a demented jockey.
“Fuck me baby,” I growled as Chloe’s hips went into overdrive. She rotated at the pelvis and her groin ground into mine as she buried my big tool deep inside her vulva.
I looked up at my stepmom as I held her firm tits like handles and slammed her up and down. The submissive wife I took in her own kitchen a few minutes before was no longer much in evidence. Being on top seemed to have brought out her more assertive side. She shook her blonde mane from side to side like a mad woman and cursed me as she rammed herself up and down more and more violently; forcing my womb hammer further and further inside her each time.
She was very close to orgasm. That was clear by the angry shrieks, the deep pink blush that was spreading across her chest and the complete confusion in her eyes. I could feel my balls begin to twitch. I reached up and grabbed her firmly by the back of the neck, dragging her down to squash those lovely fun bags against my chest and held her in place with a strong arm around her waist. “I’m gonna knock you up, mommy-dear,” I whispered in her ear and began to hammer her defenceless pussy from below.
“God, no Johnny!” Chloe complained a little but it was half-hearted. A little wriggling and a moan of complaint and then she completely lost it. “Oh God! Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yeeeeees!” She wriggled around in my arms like an eel and her lovely cunt clamped down hard around me. I managed two more hard thrusts and then my spunk boiled over. I felt my shaft bulge as it spat baby batter deep inside her. She looked at me with wide eyes and we both knew in that moment I had probably impregnated her.
Then Chloe collapsed on top of me, her body going from tense to completely floppy like a balloon deflating. “You bastard,” she whispered from the hairs on my chest. “You got me pregnant.”
“So which is he? My son or my brother?” I couldn’t resist the quip but it fell on deaf ears. Chloe was already fast asleep. I lay back with my stepmother/lover’s fragile body sprawled across me and thought about all the possibilities now available to me, before succumbing to sleep as well.
SHARING MY STEPMOM
I lazily opened an eye and looked at my watch. Two o’clock in the afternoon! The heavy warmth of a female head on my chest and the smell of sex in the air brought my post-breakfast activities straight back to me. I was in my dad’s bed and had well and truly fucked his wife.
Chloe stirred and woke like a lazy cat. Then the cheating slut remembered as well. “You bastard,” she whined. “What did you do to me?” She punched my arm but it was without any vigour and her head stayed where it was. I certainly had done her in every sense of the word. I wondered if she remembered me recording it. I let my hand wander over her ripe body to both warm her up and remind her of my power over her. She responded just as well as she had before and her legs drifted gradually apart. I couldn’t resist. Mounting her like a stag, I pushed inside her warm, snug tube and humped her again.
We lay there afterwards for a few minutes and then I remembered I had plans for that evening. Plans I was now going to change. “It’s the rugby final tonight, love,” I told her.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I’ve got a few mates coming around. We’re gonna watch the match on Dad’s massive telly!” It was technically her home with my dad away but I was pleased to see that she quietly accepted my new dominance in the household. I decided to test her new submissive behaviour. “I’d like you to serve us!”
“Serve you?” Her voice went up slightly but there was no aggression. “What does that mean?”
“Just drinks and snacks,” I lied. I had far more in mind for her than just eating and drinking. “Go and get a shower and I’ll find a suitable outfit for you.” I almost laughed out loud as she dutifully got off the bed and padded to the en suite. I dunno what I’d done to her but step mommy Chloe seemed to be very happ
y to do exactly as she was told. A bit of a mystery but that suited me just fine. I jumped up and began to rummage through her drawers.
Our rugby crew was a close-knit group. We’d all been watching the World Cup together without fail for twelve years. On the face of it, we had little in common but we were best of mates and pretty much shared everything – including our women! Clive was the self-appointed alpha male of the group. A pretty successful prop himself at twenty-five, he was a good six and a half foot tall and built like a brick shit house. Like most rugby forwards he had lost his front teeth but with his invisible denture plate in, he was still a handsome bloke, in a rugged sort of way. Dennis was a few inches smaller all round but still a big man, He really fancied himself as a ladies’ man – and a sort of muscle-bound Eddie Murphy. But even blacker! Then there was George! Almost half the size of Clive, she played in exactly the same position. The women’s game had a different dynamic to the men’s but she was big in the right places. Short and squat, like a Russian powerlifter, she had a pretty face and a lovely smile but she was a hell of a lot stronger than me. Fairly obviously, she preferred women but not exclusively – we had all had a bit of fun with George over the years. I knew that feminine, fragrant types like Chloe were her favourites. She was going to absolutely love her!
“I can’t wear this Johnny! What would your dad say?” My gorgeous stepmom appeared in the bedroom door, still bare arse naked and holding the outfit I had carefully chosen up in front of her: a tight, stretchy mini that looked like it would hardly cover her arse and a tight tank top with a low scoop neck that looked like it would leave little to the imagination.
I crossed the twelve feet of carpet in about two seconds, jammed two fingers straight into Chloe’s cunt and crushed her against the wall as I pushed my tongue into her mouth. “You can and you will,” I told her as she gasped for breath. “You’re the hottest slut my mates have ever met and I want to make sure they really appreciate you.” I released her and headed for my own room to dress. “Ten minutes, sweetheart and then I want you making crudités,” I yelled over my shoulder.
Sure enough, by time I got downstairs, Chloe was in the kitchen. I took a long, approving look at the way her skirt gripped her shapely arse, then gave it a slap and helped myself to a beer from the fridge. “I’ll be in the lounge watching the warm-ups,” I told her.
My rugby mates were predictably late. I heard the doorbell and let Chloe answer. She was the lady of the house after all! I heard them enter and then there was a bit of a commotion by the door. I took another swig, put the bottle down and went to have a look.
George had Chloe in an embrace of sorts. It looked as though my lesbian friend had started off with the pretence of a normal, barely touching, social sort of hug and then pulled the weaker woman in with strong hands on her butt cheeks. I knew this because the hands were still there. The lads were laughing and Chloe was trying to complain without making a scene. I watched for a couple of seconds. Although George was short next to the lads, she still had about two inches on Chloe but nonetheless the physical difference between them was striking. George must have had five stone on my petite stepmom. She looked like she could snap the older woman in half.
I interrupted with a chuckle. “I see you’ve met my dad’s new wife. “Why don’t you go and fetch the guys a beer, Chloe?” George released her reluctantly and sent her on the way with a meaty smack to her arse which was answered by a very girly shriek that echoed off the hallway walls.
We settled down to watch the match and Chloe did a good job of flitting between us with snacks and beer and avoiding Clive and Dennis’s grasping hands. The match didn’t start well for four die-hard English fans. For a time, it looked like Wales had us on the run and George was so into the match, she seemed to completely forget about the shaggable milf I had invited her round to share. Things changed at half time thank God and the rugby-mad lesbo began to relax a bit. Her eyes wandered around the room and she seemed to suddenly remember Chloe and her mini-skirt.
The full-time whistle went just as my stepmom wandered past the group, just a little close to George’s armchair. A sturdy arm shot out and before she knew what was happening, Chloe was sat on George’s lap. “Did you find that as exciting as me, sweetcheeks?” She nodded down to the woman’s heavy bust. Her coat peg nipples were clearly prominent through her stretch top.
“Yes… No… I mean…!”
George roared with laughter. “Don’t hurt yourself, Blondie! If you’re not already about to blow, wait to see what Johnny’s putting on next! I guarantee this is gonna get us off!” Chloe struggled a little and looked incredibly uncomfortable but her eyes were drawn to the screen as I mirrored it to my iPhone.
The picture flickered and then Chloe’s naked body filled the screen. She jumped out of her skin as she realised it was a film of me fucking her on her kitchen table earlier. “You’ve got to be kidding!” She spluttered at me.
“No kidding, Stepmom,” I laughed. “My mates want to see how you fuck… Before they see how you fuck!” The room exploded with laugher.
“Relax, Candypants,” George told her in her low, sultry voice. “Enjoy the show. I know I will!” Chloe focused and I realised her tormentor’s hand was all the way up the short skirt. I blinked and focused on stepmom’s wriggling. There was no doubt that Georgie had her hand inside Chloe’s knickers and almost certainly inside Chloe too. Her face was burning bright red she looked very uncomfortable but horny too. George was a robust young woman for sure but she had the fresh face of a nineteen-year-old and it was really funny to see a mature woman completely in the power of someone she probably considered to be a child,
Chloe was one hundred percent submissive. All Dad’s conquests were; he liked his women compliant. I definitely had my old man’s Dom genes and by the look of it, my rugby team mates all knew how to handle a compliant woman too!
“Urrrgh!” Chloe came, fully clothed and right there on George’s lap in the middle of the living room. I couldn’t believe how hot we had got the bitch.
“Did you get that, Clive?” George nodded towards the big lad, who had his phone out.
“Every pixel,” he laughed. “Let’s have a go on her!”
Clive handed his phone to Dennis and took Chloe by the hand, pulling her up and into his arms. His mouth found hers and she seemed to melt into his muscular body as his skilled hands quickly removed her clothing.
“Damn!” George stopped her own undressing for a moment as she admired my stepmother’s glorious nakedness and there was certainly no doubt she was worth looking at. Petite and slender but with a good-sized, firm rack, she was youthful and feminine, with only her eyes betraying her maturity. Clive twirled her around and Chloe seemed perfectly happy to be displayed for our ogling. Then he put a heavy hand on her shoulder and pushed her into a crouching position with her back braced against the sofa.
“Nggug!” Chloe gagged as soon Clive’s long, slim cock slid into her mouth and we could see he hadn’t bothered to stop at the back of her throat. Her big blue eyes widened even further as, in her initial panic, her hands pushed fruitlessly against his muscular thighs.
Clive wasn’t especially gentle as he humped his cock in and out of the older woman’s mouth but there was not much gagging as the experienced woman seemed more than capable of swallowing his slender wand. His hands were tangled in her hair and used it to smash her face repeatedly into his groin as he became more and more enthusiastic.
Then he came and those baby blues enlarged again in the split second before he loosed a month’s supply of slimy sperm down her throat. “Blurgh! Cough! Cough! Wahh!” The load came straight back up all over Chloe’s lounge carpet as well as her tits.
“Huh!” Clive looked unimpressed. “The bitch needs more practice!” He let her slide into the puddle that was forming on the floor.
“She can practice on me first!” George’s voice came from the far side of the room. The squat young woman was also naked and ly
ing back with a leg on the back of a couch as she slowly rubbed a pussy that looked like a back of supermarket ham. Clive lifted Chloe up from the floor and propelled her in the other woman’s direction.
George grabbed the reluctant older woman by the upper arm and pulled her into a long and lingering kiss, seemingly oblivious to the mess all over her face. “Ever eaten woman before?” George’s stubby fingers ran all over Chloe’s body, showing the dexterity of a concert pianist.
“N-no,” my stepmom whimpered. “I’m not a lesbian!”
“Arrrgh!” Chloe gave a painful little scream as George squeezed her nipples hard.
“I am very much a lesbian,” the younger woman grinned.
“I don’t see you complaining when you get a bit of cock,” Dennis was now rubbing his own with his free hand.”
“I’m a lesbian who likes cock,” George laughed. “Anyway. My point is that you’re very lucky,” she pushed Chloe’s blonde head down towards her groin. “You’re learning from a Master!”
“A bloody Mistress more like,” I chuckled.
“You’ve got that right… Ohhhh!” Chloe’s hot little tongue had flashed out to slip up and between her sensitive labia. “Fuck! I don’t think I need to teach this cunt anything!”
“Grab the camera will you!” Dennis stopped rubbing his cock and aimed it in a very tempting direction. Chloe was on all fours to get her face right into George’s sloppy gash and her own sex was pointing right in his direction. He steadied her with a hand on a hip and I heard a muffled squeal of complaint as the tip of his tool pressed against her little opening. Dennis looked to have a shorter but much thicker cock than Clive or indeed me. I knew Chloe and her tight little chuff well enough. She was going to feel this one going in!
George tried hard to keep Chloe’s face in her lap but my stepmom had a scream inside and she was determined to let it out as Dennis brutally jammed himself inside her. Her head came up to show a pretty face that was now glistening with juices and she let out a long, guttural sound akin to an alley cat: “Yeeeeeoowl!”
