Donna Allen: Their horny new mom

Steve snickered. "Sure. You bet." He rolled his eyes.

Suddenly Marilyn found herself being carried away with the game. She shifted her chair closer to his. "Sometimes older women have affairs with young boys," she said.

His eyes widened. "Yeah?" His voice was husky and the smile disappeared from his face.

Marilyn's eyes blazed. Her heart beat in her chest. "Yes, Steve. Sometimes older women get frustrated even when they're married. Sometimes men aren't as interested in sex as women. That's bad in a marriage. A woman has nowhere to go."

"Jesus, Marilyn. I mean, Mom. I guess women have a rough time."

"Don't get the impression your father and I are not happy," she said quickly. "I love your father very much. And he loves me. But… well, nothing's perfect."

"Yeah, I know." He bit his lip, and averted his eyes. The adult world was so confusing.

"Sometimes women have affairs," Marilyn continued. "But some women don't want to sneak around so they make the best of things in their own home." Her eyes narrowed. "DO you know what I'm talking about, Steve?"

"I'm not sure."

"There's no wrong or right when it comes to sex," she said. "You should know that when you grow up. When it comes to sex-needs, there are no rules."

"Yeah, I see what you mean." He had no idea what she was talking about, but he didn't know what else to say.

"We're not really related, so it's not a sin," she said.

"Huh?"

"If we have sex, it's not a mortal sin because you're not really my son."

He worked his lips, but no words came out. He was totally confused and his cock felt funny. In that moment he realized he was becoming aroused by the conversation.

Marilyn placed the boy's hand on her cheek. She tried to picture his cock and balls. His face was flushed and she knew instinctively that his cock was turning hard.

"At the same time, I can help you. Boys your age don't get much experience. I can teach you so much. So much."

"Jesus, Marilyn!" Steve muttered. "Jesus Christ!"

Marilyn rose up. "Let's get into bed, honey," she said. "I'll teach you anything you want to learn and at the same time you'll help me. Come. Get up. Don't be nervous." She giggled. "No one else need know."

The teenager hesitated and with a ragged groan, Marilyn fell to her knees in front of him. "Here, I'll show you how good I can make you feel. Spread your legs."

The boy gazed into his stepmother's eyes. She looked prettier than ever and her eyes looked wild. He couldn't believe she was crouching between his legs and talking to him about sex. When she touched his thigh, he flinched. She wanted to get into bed with him!

Marilyn felt her step-son's legs tense up. She moved her fingers up his thigh until the tips were only an inch away from his crotch. The nervous expression on the boy's face made her tremble. But there was no turning back.

She seethed with excitement as she stroked his inner thighs through his jeans. She wanted to yank his zipper down and reach inside his shorts and jeans for his prick. But she forced herself not to go too fast. As much as she wanted to throw herself against him, she restrained herself. It wouldn't do to frighten him off. She wanted him to fuck her, to plow his cock into her horny cunt and make her come again and again and again. And frightening him would be counterproductive.

"May I unzip your fly?" she said in a soft voice. Her heart pounded in her chest and her tits heaved. What if he objected? "Do your girlfriends suck your cock?" she said quickly.

"Once in a while," he said, his voice husky and deep.

"And do you like it?" she said. She giggled. "What a silly question. Of course you like it. All boys like it. But tell me. Do they let you come in their mouth?"

"Aw, Jesus!" he muttered.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." She rubbed her cheek against, his thigh. "I'm sorry. Don't answer that unless you want to."

Okay.

She kneaded his flesh. The bulge between his legs throbbed. She smiled. "We could both use it, couldn't we?"

"I guess so," he mumbled.

The horny step-mother moved one hand to his crotch. She touched his prick and with her other hand she rubbed his thighs. She watched his face. He closed his eyes and groaned with pleasure when she fondled his cockhead through the denim of his jeans.

She felt the teenager's dick jerk as her fingers probed his boy-flesh. Her pussy throbbed when she stroked him. She bent closer and leaned her check on his leg.

She felt the length of his prick. It was big. She felt around for his balls. They were big too. Her mouth actually watered. His nuts were filling with sweet-cream. How she wanted to drink it down!

The boy's body stiffened. His back barely touched the chair. He leaned forward, his lips quivering and beads of perspiration erupting on his forehead.

He sucked in his breath when she tuned at his zipper. When it was open, she gazed inside his fly, breathless with excitement. Her fingers shook when she reached inside. The wickedness and depravity of the act no longer entered her mind. All that mattered was the fire between her legs that ached to be distinguished.

"Does this feel good?" she said. At that moment she touched his naked prick.

"Oh, shit, yeah!"

"I'll bet you never thought when your dad and I got married that I'd ever have my hands on your cock." She sighed. "Life is so strange. Do your balls ache, Steve? My pussy does. Shall I take your cock out? I'd like to do that."

He said nothing, but he grunted and nodded and she unbuckled his belt and reached inside his fly with both hands. She grabbed his prick in one hand and his balls in the other. She brought them out into the air and gazed at them lovingly.

Gently squeezing his jism-filled nuts, she held his shaft in her fist. Steve's breathing was ragged and he stared at her with frightened eyes when she tugged his shorts and jeans off his ass.

"Don't be frightened," she whispered. He lifted his ass and she pulled his clothes down to his thighs.

She devoured him with her eyes and he sat very still, almost afraid to breathe. He stared at her solemnly, grinning when she told him what a lovely cock he had.

"It's really very big," she said. "Honest, Steve. If I close my eyes, I'd never know it belonged to a boy your age. It's very mature looking."

"Jesus, Marilyn, honest?"

She ignored the fact that he called her Marilyn instead of mother. Under the circumstances, it didn't really matter. In fact calling her mother would have been perverted.

"Steve, dear, you are going to be one cocksman when you grow up," she said. Her eyes glittered and she blew him a kiss. "With your equipment, you can't miss."

She squeezed his prick-shaft and caressed his balls. "When's the last time you jerked off?" she said.

He blushed. "Last night."

"I thought so," she mused. "Boys your age jerk off at least once a day, don't they?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Sometimes twice." Marilyn's pussy tingled with excitement.

The teenager's prick pulsated in her hand. He groaned.

"It hurts," he said.

"Does it, now," Marilyn giggled. "Are you trying to tell me something?"

"Jeez, it aches!"

She squeezed his cockhead. "Have you ever dreamed about this happening?" she said.

"When did you first dream about it?"

"When Dad first brought you home."

"You mean the night I came to dinner?"

"Yes that time."

"You fantasized about my touching you like this that early?"

He snickered. "Sure. Mark too."

"Did Mark tell you that?"

"Sure. We talked about it a lot."

"You never said anything to your father, did you?"

"Hell, no."

"Or your aunt?"

"I'd never tell Aunt Denise something like that. She'd kill me."

"Thank God," she murmured. "Stand up now. I can't reach you like this."