John Douglas - Stepmother Lover

My God! He was huge! Through their clothing, Joyce could estimate the size of that engorged prong, and she shivered at the thought of its long, thick hardness stretching and filling her pussy. Just as quickly, she pushed the dreadful thought aside, summoning up some lingering shred of sanity, and wrestled free of the lad's arms.

Panting, visibly shaken by the kiss and the bodily contact, she stepped back, staring helplessly at the ominous bulge in Ted's slacks. She dragged her eyes up to his face at the sound of his voice.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Joyce!" he apologized. "It's just that you're so beautiful. I didn't intend for this to happen."

Joyce ran her fingers through her hair, lips working soundlessly as she groped for words. The boy sounded sincere, and she couldn't forget that she had responded to that kiss with an eagerness that had shocked and frightened her.

"It's all right, Ted," she managed. "We were both to blame."

"I'd better get downstairs to Uncle Ralph," the youth said. He paused with his hand on the door, his eyes demanding an answer as he asked,

"Just then, when we were kissing, did you want it the way I did?"

Her lips quivered, and she gave a soft sob as she nodded, unable to bring herself to voice the admission. When he had gone, she sank down on the edge of the big bed, her shoulders shaking as the tears finally spilled out.

In the hallway a laughing Linda tugged Susan and Beth past him, and down the stairs, all three of them flashing smiles at Ted as they raced off to explore some area Linda had suggested.

Ted checked the front of his slacks, assuring himself that the throbbing bulge was now only a promising lump. Grinning, he entered the study where Ralph waited.

An hour later, Ralph Porter, flushed with excitement, burst into the room he was to share with Joyce, picking her up and whirling her about in an excited dance.

"I can't believe it!" he exclaimed to the protesting Joyce. "That boy is wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! He's going to put me in charge of the farm's operation, and he's setting up a scholarship for all three of the kids."

Joyce tried to match her husband's mood. But she could not block the worried look that crept over her face as she reminded him, "But, you don't know anything about farming."

"I told him that," Ralph replied. "He said that the workers know their jobs so well, I wouldn't have to do anything but keep tabs on them.

Just think, honey! A few days ago, we were practically on our way to the poor-house. Now, I have a good job, we live in a beautiful house, and the kids are home free! I couldn't be happier."

She let him kiss her. But, as his mouth worked against hers, Joyce could think only of Ted's searching tongue, and the torrid pressure of his big prick against her cunt. It was all she could do to keep from crying out at the confusion in her lush body.

Showered and lovely in a modestly cut print dress, Joyce went downstairs again to find Dorothy just leaving the study. Giving the red-haired woman a smile, she touched her arm.

"Why don't you and I have a talk Dot?" she asked gently. "I think it's long overdue."

Dorothy Morgan nodded, not answering the smile, but waving Joyce into the room she had just left, following her and closing the door of the study before speaking.

"I don't think there's very much we can talk about," Dorothy said quietly, walking across to the desk and extracting a cigarette from a carved box. When Joyce shook her head at the offer of one, Dorothy lighted her own and leaned one hip against the desk.

"As you probably know," she said, exhaling smoke with the words, "I'm merely a guest here, thanks to Bruce's will."

Joyce avoided the woman's angry eyes. "Yes," she murmured. "I know about that. I don't think it was at all fair."

Some of the anger disappeared, and the red hair shimmered in a quick toss of Dorothy's head as she said, "I'm surprised to hear you say that. I always felt that you disapproved of me."

"Heavens, no!" Joyce exclaimed. "I like you very much. It was Bruce who made it impossible for us to get better acquainted."

She stood up from the chair, walking across to where Dorothy leaned against the desk. Holding out one hand, she said, "Let's be friends, Dot. Will you?"

Dorothy responded by straightening her body, touching the warm fingers with her own as she leaned forward to offer her lips in a gesture of affection.

Neither of them could stem the rush of desire that accompanied the meeting of their mouths. Lips pressed together, and tongue tips barely touching, they gazed into each other's eyes with surprise and wonder, their arms sliding and embracing until the two bodies fused in a writhing meeting of breasts and hips.

It was Joyce who pushed the younger woman back against the desk, fitting her knee between the trembling legs and forcing them apart so she could jam her plump cuntal mound against its inviting counterpart.

Her hand forced itself between their bodies to cup and squeeze a warm resilient tit, massaging the nipple that sprang erect beneath the thin dress.

Panting with excitement, Dorothy worked her lips free of the demanding mouth. "My God, Joyce!" she whispered in a fierce tone. "Do yon know what you're doing?"

Joyce Porter tried to answer, but all that emerged from her wet lips was a hoarse moan of lust. Her fingers tugged at the dress, working it upward over the sleek thighs, baring the white panties that cupped the furrowed mound of Dorothy's pussy. She backed away far enough to see the tendrils of red hair that poked teasingly from either side of the embracing crotch.

Helpless, her brain whirling with a hunger too powerful to resist, Joyce slid to her knees between the redhead's parted legs, wrapping her arms about the lush hips and plunging her contorted face against the outlined beauty of that delicate cunt.

"Yes!" Dorothy hissed, pushing her hips forward and feeling the heat of the woman's breath against her sensitive pussy. "Oh, yes! Let me push these panties down, Joyce!"

Whimpering, Joyce drew back to watch the white material descend, revealing the mass of red curls that framed the deep valley between the sloping outer lips of the inviting cunt. Her eyes almost closed in a desperate bid at self-control, and she wagged her head from side to side in one last effort to halt the thing she knew was about to happen.

Then, with a sharp gasp of surrender, she plunged her open mouth against Dorothy's pussy, and forced her wriggling tongue between the pliant folds of the vaginal entrance.

"Son of a bitch!"

Ted Morgan's exclamation made both women jerk with surprise, and Joyce pulled her juice-smeared face from Dorothy's red-haired crotch to blink in horror at her nephew's grinning observation. He stood just inside the doorway, staring at his stepmother's exposed cunt with a look far older than his eighteen years.

Dorothy's voice was surprisingly calm as she said, "I forgot that the door was unlocked."

"Oh, my God!" was Joyce's weak cry. She started to get to her feet, but Ted's uplifted hand made her freeze in position.

"Now," he said mockingly, "I understand why you were so upset when I kissed you, Aunt Joyce. You wanted a different kind of lips."

Joyce wagged a protesting denial, her blonde hair brushing the spread thighs. "I've never done anything like this before!" she exclaimed.

"You've got to believe me, Ted! This is the first time!"

The youth's lips curled. "Of course, I believe you," he said, moving farther into the room. "And I wouldn't think of stopping you. Go right ahead! Give my darling stepmother a real thrill!"

Again, the savage shaking of her head. "I couldn't! Please, Ted! I couldn't do that now!"

The mocking smile faded, replaced by a tightening of his handsome mouth. "You don't have any choice, Aunt Joyce," he murmured. "You know how much is at stake for your family. Anyway, you were about to do it before I came in."