Ann LeBere - Stepmother's bed

Actually, they intended to get home whenever they pleased. Also, the party would not be chaperoned. They guessed their father would be passed out by then anyway. Norma wouldn't be home till late either-maybe not until the next morning-because a neighbor, a Mrs. Juniper, had gone to the hospital for an emergency operation and Norma had promised to help Mr. Juniper with the children during his wife's absence.

It was ironic, really, that their father's suspicions were so misdirected, Denny thought as they waited for Rex to arrive. He had to smile. Just last week, he had spent over two hours in Martin Reardon's own bed, fucking Norma to his heart's and hard-on's content. It had been delicious there in the big master bedroom with just the two of them lying there naked and fucking without fear of interruption. Norma had cleverly said she needed a few things from the store and Joyce had bicycled into town to get them for her while Denny presumably stayed behind to assist Norma in moving some heavy furniture about the house and garage.

Even now, Denny felt all trembly in the pit of his stomach as he vividly recalled their mutual excitement the instant they were alone. All alone! The instant Joyce had disappeared from view, Norma had led him to the bedroom and they stripped down frantically, then lay lapping and clawing at each other's bodies like starving animals.

He recalled it all now… He lay on his back there in the master bedroom, watching Norma, her hair disheveled and hanging down in front of her face slightly. Her blond locks tickled his abdomen and groin as she feasted noisily on his stiff prick, making a gluttonous meal of the organ, grabbing at its base with both hands, alternately flicking her tongue up and down the sides and over his balls, then engulfing every inch of his cock-meat and taking it deep down into her throat and moving her clenching full lips in short upward jerks, tugging until reaching the swollen and purplish and bulging head. She paused then, twirling her tongue, rimming it over the most sensitive spots, then inserting the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit of the dribbling flesh-crown. He loved watching her worshipfully gobbling his prick.

"You have a truly gorgeous cock, young man," she said, gazing at it and running her finger over the coursing, engorged vein on its underside. I could nurse on your prick all day, darling. Your all-day sucker is magnificent!"

Lying on their sides, they sixty-nined then, Denny fingering the glistening hole, drinking in and gulping hungrily the near-transparent love juice that clogged her lovely pink passion-channel. He marveled at every exquisite detail of the juicy cunt and drew each feverish lip deep into his mouth, cleansing the pussy lips, laving them and making the loud sucking noises she loved to hear. His favorite action was spreading the cunt lips wide apart, as wide as possible, and then massaging her faintly scented pubic mound and finally letting his lips settle over the rose bud of her clit. Gently, he let his tongue move from side to side while Norma moaned in frantic accompaniment-all the while devouring his prick like a cock-starved female, which of course she was! Strangely, he began to realize that he exercised a great deal of power over this woman. Quite possibly, she wanted him even more than he wanted her! She was not merely servicing him or doing him a favor. No, she desperately craved the manhood between his legs. That was quite a maturing realization!

Each time he fucked her, slid his rod between the hot, drenched pussy lips into the depths of her, she raised her legs high so that they rested on his shoulders and she stared at him with a half-pitiful smile as he sank his swollen meat-wedge into the core of her being, using her, stabbing her, forcing the pleas and begging and whining tributes to his male fuck-power.

Then, scooting up on her hands and knees, she taught him how to fuck dog-style-the way her own dog, Frederick might fuck-and he gripped her firm, ivory ass harder than necessary and slam-fucked her that way, too. Then, her head low, her ass wagging for "all of it," she stared through the bridge of her own legs at his "bee-uht-eee-fulll balls," massaging his flesh sack and gazing hypnotically at his slurping entrance and exit, his in-stroke and out-stroke, for a long time before she made him get on top of her again. But not for long, for then she crawled up on top of him and it was most beautiful of all in that position as he clutched her ass and licked at the globes with their erect nipples dangling in his face.

Several times she stopped her violent, rhythmic pumping and leaned far back, holding her perfectly contoured tummy and wiggling her hips and chanting: "It's all the way up, Denny. Your prick is all the way up in my cunt as far as it will go. Ummm… feel good? Huh? Feel good on that hard, young cock of yours, huh?"

And just when he was certain she might succeed in breaking his cock off-from leaning back so far-she began whimpering in staccato breath-bursts, riding him harder, harder, not threatening to break his hard-on off anymore. He was the fish and she was the fisher-woman all right. She played him skillfully, teaching him everything he had dreamed of since puberty. "Yes, baby," she kept murmuring, "Oh, yes, Yes, yes, my baby-man, honey-man… fuck mama! Fuck her hard, baby-honey-man!" And her lips smothered his face with wet kisses as she rode him like a depraved jockey.

Denny lifted his ass high off the bed with every savage thrust, giving her all she begged for and reveling in his new-found manhood and power, driving his tingling ramrod home again and again until they both reached the peak of excruciating ecstasy. Finally, Norma screamed at the top of her lungs, then collapsed in a twitching heap on top of him, sobbing, shuddering, drooling as she expressed undying gratitude and spoke of him as something sent from heaven to meet her urgent sexual needs.

When it was over, they both glanced at the clock, then showered, laughing as they sudsed each other, but hurrying in order to be dressed and innocent looking for Joyce's return.

Now, as Denny waited for Rex to arrive and pick him and his sister up for tonight's party, Denny concentrated on making his hard-on go away before he had to stand up. It seemed that he had been trying to "think away" his hard-ons ever since he could remember! Joyce had seen and felt and sucked his hard-on quite often, and of course his father, as a male, would certainly understand a little spontaneous erection, but it struck Denny as "bad form" to walk around with stiff meat showing below one's belt. Most important, though, he decided, was that-despite sexy Norma-he loved his sister more than any female on earth. Still, when it came down to all-around fucking and sucking he doubted if Norma would get any complaints from any male anywhere.

A car horn sounded from the driveway. Joyce kissed her father, who cautioned her about being a "good girl" and reminded both of them to get home early. Then, twenty minutes later, they pulled up in front of Norman Griswald's house, which sat far back from the road and was surrounded by huge pine trees. His parents had gone to Las Vegas for a week-long vacation, and thus the party at the Griswald house. Norman's parents trusted him completely, which was incredible since every kid in Walden Flats knew he was the biggest fuck-up in the county. In fact, Norman had been planning this beer party since the day his folks had informed him of their planned vacation. They had faith in his maturity, they had told him, and his ability to take care of the house and not let "strangers" in during their absence.

Rex braked the car to a stop in the Griswald driveway. A moment later, Rex, Ray, Sue, Joyce and Denny were knocking on the front door. Norman opened the door and told them to come in and grab a beer. Norman was tall, almost six feet, with reddish-brown hair, a prominent nose, bad complexion and a high-pitched voice. Yes, he sounded like a child even though he nearly looked adult.