Marvin Cox: Slave stepmother

Wanda Taylor spread her long, shapely legs and pressed her fingertips to the mound of her golden-haired cunt. Slowly, she pulled back the loose folds of cunt flesh with her thumbs, exposing the tiny nub of her pulsating clit. An milky residue of pussy juice clung to the shaft of her clit, catching the amber light in the bedroom.

"God, what I wouldn't give for your cock right now," Wanda whispered, thinking of her husband who was off on a truck run. "Mmmmmm, I'd stick it right up my cunt."

As she spoke, she thrust her fingers deeply inside the smoldering hole of her cunt. An electric-like jolt of pleasure stung her insides, leaving her almost breathless with ecstasy.

Wanda closed her eyes and let the memory of Stan's cock burn into her brain. His prick was thick and long and always filled with gigantic wads of molten cum.

Another spasm of pleasure raced toward the base of her spine, causing her to grit her teeth in anguish.

Her husband had been gone for only two days, but it seemed a lifetime. The thought of six more days without him was almost unbearable. Still, he was a family man, and being a good provider came first with him.

Yes, I am well provided for, she thought. I have a kind and loving husband and a good home. And the way Stan fucks me is fantastic. After a disastrous first marriage, she was determined to make this one work, even if she did have to be without her husband on occasion.

If there was any fly in the ointment, however, it would be the relationship she had with her two stepsons, Mike and Jimmy. They had accepted her more or less, but they still remained rather aloof. As long as Wanda had Stan, she didn't mind this. Still, she often had to be both mother and father to the boys, and she was determined to make them grow up to be responsible men.

Thinking about them, Wanda looked over at the clock on the night stand. Usually when their father was gone, she was a little more lenient, but for the past two nights, they had taken that for granted. They were already over an hour late.

She really didn't think they could get into much trouble out here in the country, but it was the principle of the thing. Besides that, she really didn't care much for that girl they had been hanging around with. She wore too much makeup, and her clothes were just too revealing for a girl her age.

Stop worrying, she told herself. You'll just get yourself in a stew. Besides, you'd better do something about that itch in your cunt, or you'll never get any sleep.

Slowly, Wanda began diddling her pussy, her mind still playing with the memory of Stan's thick, pulsating cock. And with each stroke of her fingers, she felt her cunt lips grow more slippery.

"Fuck me," she whispered, squirming her ass around on the smooth sheets. "Yes, Stan – just like that. Stick your big cock up my hot, little cunt, and fuck me full of cum."

Slowly, agonizingly, she was heading for a climax, and her body was tensing. At last, when the pleasure began peaking, she rolled onto her stomach and began jerking her ass up and down, driving her cunt down around her outstretched fingers.

"Yes, God, yes," she whispered into the pillow. "All the way inside me, baby. Fuck me hard… as hard as you can!"

At last, when her climax subsided to a dull throb, Wanda rolled to her side and again looked at the clock. Her own frustration made her even angrier with Mike and Jimmy.

"Where are you, you little bastards?" she asked the empty room as she slipped off the side of the bed.

She was about to flick on the overhead light when she saw that the truck was parked out back. She walked over to the window, a perplexed expression on her face. She hadn't heard them drive up, and yet they must be home.

Surely she would have heard them if they'd come in, she thought. But if they hadn't come in, where were they?

Wanda pulled back the curtain and looked around the yard. Finally, her eyes rested on the partially-open barn door. Inside the barn, she could see the orange glow of what was probably the kerosene lamp.

"Now what the hell are they doing out there?" she asked herself.

Several thoughts crossed her mind. Smoking cigarettes? Drinking some stolen booze? Maybe looking at dirty pictures?

What exactly do boys do at that age? Slipping into her housecoat, she left the bedroom to find out and then hustle them off to bed.

Wanda stepped out the back door and padded toward the barn, enjoying the chill of the night. Before she reached the barn door, however, she heard a woman squeal.

Wanda froze in her tracks, trying to make some sense of what she'd heard. Surely they hadn't brought that Bradford girl here! And if they had, what on earth was going on in there?

"Oh, I just love having two big cocks at the same time."

Surely she had heard wrong! Even that Bradford girl couldn't be depraved enough to say something like that.

"You like fucking this way, baby? One prick up your cunt, and the other one in your cocksucking mouth?" her stepson, Mike, asked clearly.

"Mmmmm-hmmmm," came the throaty reply.

Wanda's mouth dropped open, and she felt her knees go weak. Cautiously, she walked closer to the barn door, then held her breath as she looked inside.

"Brenda, you're the best little cocksucker who ever licked on my cock," Jimmy said, humping forward. "Shit, I bet you could eat down a horse prick."

Wanda was so stunned by what she saw, she couldn't even think for a few moments. Not ten feet away, the three of them were squirming around in the straw like animals. The girl was between them, on her hands and knees, her mouth firmly locked around Jimmy's cock, while Mike was fucking his prick in and out of her cunt from behind!

When Wanda finally came to her senses, her first impulse was to go in there and start screaming, calling them all sorts of names. Somehow, she managed to maintain her composure and stayed put, pressing her lips together.

That wouldn't be the right thing to do, she reasoned. Their relationship wasn't the best in the world as it was, and an episode like this might ruin it forever. Still, she had to be firm with them – let them know they couldn't turn this farm into a whorehouse!

I'll just go back inside and wait until morning, she thought. After breakfast, I'll confront them with my knowledge and then let them know in no uncertain terms that it's not to happen again. Ever.

And that will be that.

"Mmmmmmm, I love sucking your cock," Brenda said, rolling her tongue around Jimmy's cockhead. She was lifting his balls, pressing them to her checks. "You gonna give me lots of cum to suck down?"

Why, that wanton little tramp! Wada thought. She was just a youngster, and she was talking like a whore!

"Just shut the fuck up and eat my cock," Jimmy said, pressing forward. The entire length of his cock disappeared inside the girl's throat. "Mmmmmmm, that's the way boy. Love it when you gobble all of my prickmeat down."

"And I love this sweet pussy of yours," Mike said from behind Brenda. "Goddamn! Best little pussy I've ever fucked."

Wanda couldn't believe what she was hearing. And how many times had Mike and Jimmy brought her here? Had they been out here, practically laughing in her face, while they fucked this little bitch?

Wanda felt anger sweep over her. Still, she resisted the urge to go in there and break up the fuck session. It just wouldn't do for her to start playing the part of the evil stepmother.

I'll just go back inside, she told herself. We'll talk in the morning.

Oddly enough, her feet seemed leaden. Even more odd was the way her pussy was beginning to tingle.

Well, to be perfectly honest, she thought, that little girl can't be blamed too much. My two stepsons are very handsome, and they certainly inherited more than looks from their father.