Pamela James - Loving stepmother

She let go of his prick and it sprang back, slapping against his belly. Without further ado, she began sucking it again, this time more feverishly than before, if that was possible.

He felt the jism rising up his shaft, burning hot and full of prickly sensations.

"Here goes!" he choked.

His cock spurted like a fountain between her lips. His first cum wad splashed against the roof of her mouth, the others against her teeth and gums, getting caught between the spaces of her teeth, falling on her tongue, oozing down her throat.

The cock sensations had his ass hopping wildly again, but it wasn't a mere copy of the previous orgasm. This one nearly tore his head off. He couldn't believe the sheer pleasurable force of it. As if his cock was being split in half as the fuck fluid shot up his cock shaft.

"More! More! More!" he cried in ecstasy.

Gloria was in seventh heaven. His cock sauce was even spicier than before, though there wasn't quite as much of it this time. Her throat muscles worked overtime as she struggled to swallow and keep his jerking, trembling member from falling out of her mouth.

She succeeded admirably well, sucking on his dancing cock for all it was worth.

When he had again been milked completely dry of cum she let his cock free and it shriveled up between his thighs. His heart was pounding unmercifully. He was gasping for breath. His lungs ached.

The shower water was beginning to turn cold. They had been under it for a long time.

"What a rush," he exhaled, smiling at her as she ran her tongue over her cum-stained lips.

"Delicious," she breathed. Her body was pink from the hot water.

Mathew giggled. "I never felt so clean in all my life!"

They kissed and the teen tasted his own spent semen on her lips and smelled it on her breath.

"It's getting cold," she whispered. "I'll towel you off."

They got weakly to their feet and Gloria turned off the water. It suddenly seemed very quiet now that the water wasn't rushing over them like a miniature waterfall.

Shivering slightly, they stepped out of the shower stall and Gloria began drying him. He reached for another towel and patted her tits.

"You're so beautiful," he said.

"You're not so bad looking yourself, kiddo."

"I bet you say that to all your step-sons."

"No. Not all of them," she replied, kissing him, her tongue going into his mouth. They fell to their knees on the bathroom floor and she reached down to tug on his limp peter.

In no time at all it was hard again.

Early one Saturday evening nearly a week later, while Mathew was upstairs in his room reading, the front doorbell rang.

Mathew's parents were out for the evening, to a movie and dinner. Mathew didn't feel like going. He wanted to stay home and finish reading a science fiction novel.

"Damn," he muttered to himself when he heard the bell. He didn't want to be interrupted. He laid the book down and went downstairs.

When he opened the door there was a thin girl with frizzy brown hair standing on the porch. She was wearing a halter top and a tight pair of blue jeans. She didn't look much older than the teen.

"Is this the Porter residence?" she asked uncertainly, looking nervous and ill at ease.

"Yes." Mathew noticed her small, pointed tits.

"Uh, are Mr. and Mrs. Porter in?"

"No. They'll be back later tonight. They went out to the movies."

"Oh. Well, I'll, uh, call Bill later I guess. I was hoping to catch them both in."

"Something wrong? You look worried. Want to come in?"

"No, thanks. You must be Mathew."

Mathew nodded. Then it suddenly dawned on him: "And you must be Kathy."

She smiled sheepishly. "You've heard about me."

"Yeah. Come on in. You sure nothing's wrong?" She was uncertain whether or not to go inside.

She finally decided to and Mathew closed the door behind her.

"You're even cuter than your father said." Mathew blushed.

She giggled. "I didn't mean to embarrass you." That remark, of course, made him turn a deeper red.

"So you're dad's mistress," he said, feeling foolish. He couldn't think of anything else appropriate to say.

She giggled again, a high girlish sound. "Yes. I am. I'm surprised you know about it."

"I overheard a conversation between Mom and Dad."

"Oh. It probably wasn't a pleasant one."

"No, it wasn't. Bit loud too."

"I can imagine. Well, I better be going. I just thought maybe it would be good if your mom and Bill and I talked. I like your father a lot but I don't want to… ruin his marriage or anything. I was hoping your mother wouldn't find out about us but she picked up the phone when Bill and I were talking once. It was stupid of me to call here, but… I guess the damage has already been done. I just don't want anyone to get hurt."

Mathew nodded solemnly.

The girl looked at him intently. "You really are a handsome."

She giggled. "I love your hair. So nice and blond…" She reached out and ran her fingers through his gold en curls.

Mathew could feel his prick beginning to get hard. His heart was pounding. Jesus, he thought, is she going to try to fuck me too?

She was a cute girl, tall and slender with a slim ass and a clear pale complexion which was offset by the halo of frizzy brown hair. He found her very attractive, in a kooky kind of way. He wondered how good she was in bed.

"Well… I guess I really better be going," she said, sounding as if that was the opposite of what she wanted to do.

Mathew's heart was pounding so hard he was sure she could hear it. He didn't know what to do. On the one hand he didn't want to be unfaithful to Gloria, but the more he looked at the girl the more aroused he became. There was something happening between them… as if they both wanted the same thing but neither of them could admit it.

"You want to come up to my room?" he asked, his voice trembling. He felt suddenly very foolish.

She smiled and came close to him. She reached out and ran her fingers through his hair again. "You suggesting something?"

"I, uh, dunno…"

"When will your parents be back. Like I said I don't want anything… I do like your father… but you are awfully cute… are you a virgin?"

Her eyebrows went up in surprise. "But you're really nervous, huh?"

"That depends…"

"Depends on what?"

"If you're going upstairs with me."

She giggled. "You look as cute as a button when you blush."

She lifted his chin and brought her lips down on his. At the same time she reached down and cupped his groin, feeling his hard, pulsating cock. "Jesus, you've got a big one!" she said before he brought an arm around her and pressed his lips against hers. His tongue darted into her mouth.

He slipped his hand under her halter top and squeezed her tit. She moaned, a sleepy look on her face. She unzipped his jeans and reached inside to grab hold of his hard penis.

"Wow! What a cock. I'd love to have that inside me, Mathew. You really want to fuck?"

"Yes!" he panted.

"You sure we won't get caught?" She laughed. "I mean, if your father caught me in bed with his eighteen-year-old son he might not be too happy. Know what I mean?"

"We won't get caught," he said breathlessly. "They only left a half hour ago and they're taking in dinner after the movie. They won't be back for hours. Jesus, if you keep squeezing me that way I'm going to cum in my pants!"

She giggled. "Okay, let's go up to your room. I'll give you a fucking you'll never forget."

That's all Mathew had to hear. He took her hand and they raced up to his room. He locked the door behind them.

She reached behind herself and untied the halter top, letting it fall to the carpeted floor.

Hungrily eyeing her small, pointed breasts – a direct contrast to Gloria's full, melon-shaped tits – Mathew slipped off his T-shirt. Kathy walked toward him and they embraced, her turgid nipples pruning like knife ends into his chest.