Donna Allen: My stepmother sucks

"You look rested for a change," Gayle Warren said.

Her stepson Scott smirked at her. "What does that mean?"

"It means you've been looking sleepy since you arrived home. Anyway, are you glad to be back?"

They were sitting outdoors on the patio. The boy shrugged, stretching his legs out on the chair beside him and sipping the Coke he held in his hand. "I'm glad to get away from school for a while."

"Maybe we can play tennis sometime."

The way he looked at her, Gayle was certain he was having a fantasy of more than tennis. He'd been looking at her like that six months before when she'd married his father. She hadn't seen much of Scott in the intervening months, but now he was back home on vacation from college and things would be different.

Be careful, Gayle thought. She was Mrs. Jay Warren now and it just wouldn't do to have any trouble with Jay's two teenage children. She thought she could manage Scott. It was Linda she was worried about. Linda was a young sexpot, and Gayle was certain the girl was insanely jealous that Gayle had married her father. Gayle knew she'd have to be careful with Linda, and maybe even with Scott.

All the same she couldn't help musing about the boy. He was nineteen, half boy and half man, a strong-looking athletic body and a delicious bulge in his tight running shorts. She stole a glance at his crotch again and decided that maybe the boy had more down there than his father.

Scott looked at her now. "What do you do all day?"

Gayle sipped her daiquiri and smiled. "Nothing much I'm afraid. I'm thinking of finding a job."

"Doing what?"

"Modeling. That's about all I know how to do. I'm a little too old for the work I used to do, but I suppose I could find something suitable. Modeling hosiery or something."

His eyes dropped to her long legs. "Yeah, you could do that. You've got great legs."

Gayle smiled, raising one leg to tease him a bit. She was wearing shorts and a halter top, but she had on high-heeled mules and she knew they made her legs look sexy. "Are you a leg man?"

The boy grunted. "Hell, I'm an everything man."

Gayle chuckled. "I bet you've got a dozen girlfriends at school."

Scott shook his head. "Just one. I don't run around too much."

"Well, that's a lie," a female voice said. Linda had come out on the patio wearing only a bikini and sandals, her solid-looking tits almost spilling out of the skimpy top. She jerked her head now, shaking her long auburn hair and smiling at them.

"He sees a woman besides his girlfriend. A professor's wife."

Scott looked annoyed. "Shut up, Linda." The girl giggled. "And the woman is ancient."

"The hell she is.

"Well, she's almost forty!"

Gayle was amused. "Is that ancient?"

"It's old," Linda said with a smirk.

What a snotty little bitch, Gayle thought. She chatted with them another few minutes, and then she took her daiquiri back inside the house.

Late that afternoon Gayle was in the shower in the master bathroom. She ran the soap over her body, lathered her tits and ass and then her pussy. She rubbed the corner of the bar of soap between her cuntlips to get some pressure on her clit. She was never inhibited about masturbating, never reluctant to dolt whenever she felt like it. Feeling good was all that counted in life and she never felt better than when her pussy was on fire and getting what it wanted.

Three fingers now. She stretched her cunthole with three curled fingers, then slipped the other hand behind to get her middle finger in her asshole. She liked getting fucked in her ass as much as in her pussy, and she was certain that was one of the reasons her husband Jay had been so hot to marry her. He wasn't half bad as a lover, exciting enough when he could get his mind off his business affairs. She warn amused as she remembered the way she'd held him off before they were married to make him want her even more. So now she was Mrs. Jay Warren. The one thing Gayle was grateful for was that Jars first wife had died a long time ago and no one ever talked about her any more.

It's all yours, Gayle thought. The big house and the Corvette she had and all the leisure she'd ever need. Go on, make it, girl. She whacked off in earnest now, three fingers in her cunt and a finger digging inside her asshole, her crotch humping at both hands as she moaned under the shower.

"You certainly look tempting," Jay said.

It was later that evening and they were in the master bedroom dressing for a dinner party at the house of one of his friends.

Gayle wore a white lace bra and sheer beige pantyhose and white high-heeled sandals. Jay had just come out of the bathroom wearing only his boxer shorts. She was standing near the closet, and he smiled at her now as his eyes raked over her body.

Gayle returned his smile, glancing briefly at the crotch of his shorts. "Darling, if you start anything now we'll be late."

"Not more than five minutes."

"It'll be more than that and you know it." "No, really. I'll just do a little nibbling and no more than that. Don't you like to get nibbled?"

A quiver went through Gayle. She sure in hell did like to get nibbled. She would oblige him if all he wanted was to eat her cunt. "As long as you don't ruin my makeup."

"Just kneel on the bed and you won't even have to take anything off."

Oh, she did like the idea of that. He was good at that when he had a yen for it. One of him little quirks. She gave him a teasing smile is she walked to the bed. She peeled her pantyhose down to uncover her ass first, just down to the middle of her thighs, and then she knelt on the bed and dropped her head and shoulders to the mattress. "Is this what you want?"

"Perfect" Jay said.

She closed her eyes and waited for him. She heard him pulling at one of the small chairs, and then in a moment she felt his hands on her asscheeks and his warm breath tickling her asscrack.

Perfect on this side too, she thought. A shudder went through her as she felt his tongue licking at her cuntlips. He licked up and down, then spread her cuntlips with his fingers to get inside her gash. When his tongue pushed inside her cunthole, she groaned and rolled her hips around.

Nothing like a hot tongue, Gayle thought. This was the sort of punishment she could take any time. A hot tongue in her cunt and an aggressive nose pushing against her asshole.

He flicked his tongue in and out of her cunt hole awhile, and then finally he moved his tongue down and he began whipping it across her clit. She hiked her ass up even further and in a moment she felt his nose in her cunthole, his hard nose so much nicer than a soft tongue. Something hard in her cunthole and something soft rubbing back and forth across her clit. Oh yes indeed, she could take this forever and ever She went off. First a soft cry out of her throat and then a deeper groan and a shaking of her ass against his face. She kept her ass moving until the last spasm was finished and then she pulled away from him and collapsed on the bed.

Jay laughed as he rose up to wipe his face. "Not even five minutes."

Gayle shuddered. I don't love him, but he sure can suck a pussy, she thought.

The dinner party turned out to be as dull as could be. Gayle sat there smiling and chatting cordially while all she could think about was how soon it would be over. The people were so stuffy, so wrapped up in their own little egos. She amused herself trying to imagine the other couples together in bed. That woman with the big tits. Did she wrap her tits around her husband's cock when she sucked him off? More likely she never sucked him off at all. The poor guy had to find some girl at one of the hotel conventions, some girl to suck him off and make him feel good.