John Douglas - Stepmother Lover

Joyce Porter shifted her voluptuous hips on the seat of the station wagon, adjusting the vent glass and leaning closer to the flow of sultry air. Perspiration coated her face, lending an earthy sensuality to the natural beauty of her features.

"I wish we could have the air conditioner fixed," she sighed to the brown-haired man behind the wheel. "It would have been a nice trip if it hadn't been so hot."

Ralph Porter gave an amused snort without taking his eyes from the road. "We were lucky this old crate made it at all. If Ted hadn't called when he did, I don't know what we would have done."

From the seat behind them, a blonde youth said, "I can't imagine Ted Morgan owning all that property."

The two girls who shared the seat with him exchanged knowing smiles, and the other one exclaimed, "You're just jealous, Clyde. Ted's a year younger than you, and he's rich."

"And cute!" her sister added with a giggle. "Rich and cute."

"Susan! Beth!" their mother said wearily. "Your brother was just expressing himself. I'll admit that I expected Bruce to leave everything to Dorothy."

"If he had," her husband murmured, "we wouldn't be making this trip."

Joyce reached across to pat his hand, the fingers lingering caressingly. "It all turned out for the best," she said softly. "In fact, it's almost like a miracle. You drew the last unemployment check last week. Having Ted invite us to live on the farm was the best thing that could have happened to us."

Susan pushed a curl of brown hair back from her amused eyes. "I can just see my darling brother trying to milk a cow."

"They have machines for that, stupid!" Clyde retorted.

The blonde-haired Beth giggled again, crossing her arms over the promising mounds of her young breasts, their interesting tips revealed by the dampness of the blouse that clung to the thrusting curves.

"I'll bet Ted can milk a cow!"

"Children!" Joyce admonished. "Stop bickering! You're making your father nervous."

Ralph chuckled at the remark. "Even they couldn't do that, now," he said good-naturedly. "I feel like a condemned man who has just been granted a pardon."

"Now, darling," Joyce remonstrated, smoothing the skirt over the swell of her lower thighs. "You tried to find work. Lots of people are in the same fix we are."

He flicked a quick glance at the clinging skirt and the lush thrust of the twin mounds that poked prominent tips against her sweat-soaked blouse.

She saw the direction of his look, and her cheeks flamed, but she gave him an appreciative smile. It was good to know that the years of marriage and the arrival of three children, all now in their teens, had not diminished her husband's desire.

"I wish they could all have their problems solved so easily," Ralph said. "Your nephew becomes rich overnight, and we get a new lease on life."

"It was sweet of Ted to invite us," Joyce agreed. "I just hope we can find some way to repay him."

"He'll probably have us working our butts off!" Clyde interjected.

"Clyde Porter!" Joyce exclaimed, twisting about to face her son. "You watch that language! Just because you're almost nineteen doesn't mean that you can talk any way you please."

"Your mother's right, Son," Ralph added in a softer tone. "But, if we do have to do that, it will be a small price to pay for the security Ted can give us."

Joyce sighed, her big breasts sliding their nipples beneath her damp blouse. "Can you imagine what that boy is worth? My goodness! Some of that land was worth two thousand dollars an acre before Rachel died.

There's no telling what it would bring today."

Ralph glanced at the rear-view mirror, seeing the closely packed boxes that filled the area behind the two seats. He gave a little frown as he said, "And all we have is a stack of dishes and a few clothes."

"Don't worry, darling," Joyce said consolingly. "We still have each other and the children."

The station wagon, dust-covered and knocking worse than when they began the trip, pulled off the highway and onto the long drive that led to the Morgan farmhouse. The five visitors were greeted at the door by a smiling Ted and a beaming Linda, while Dorothy, more reserved in her welcome, waited inside the doorway.

"I'm glad you could come on such short notice," Ted said to Ralph, answering the man's hearty handshake with a grip that made the other wince in surprise. "Now that Dad is gone, it seems proper to get all of us together again."

Linda showed the three youngsters upstairs to their separate rooms, blushing furiously when Clyde insisted on giving her a quick squeeze before ducking inside his room and closing the door.

Ted assured Ralph that he would have the wagon unloaded by some of the hired help, and asked him to wait in the study while he showed Joyce their room. Then, urging his aunt up the stairs before him, he followed the undulating hips down the hallway, reaching past her to turn the knob and wave her inside.

Closing the door behind him, Ted waited for her to look about the room and turn back to where he stood, a half-smile playing across his handsome mouth. Innocently, Joyce stepped forward, halting with her pointed tits almost touching his shirt front.

"I can't tell you how grateful I am, Ted," she exclaimed, "that you called and invited us here. Ralph will tell you the same thing."

Ted placed his hands on her shoulders, gently, closing the distance between them. Joyce stiffened as the tips of her breasts collided with his broad chest, but she made no attempt to pull away. Her head came up, and her blue eyes examined his with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. He smiled down into her lovely face.

"You've always been one of my favorite people, Aunt Joyce," Ted murmured. He arched one brow. "You know, it's amazing how much you and Mother resembled each other."

The woman's lips softened, and her arms went about the hard young body in a gesture of understanding. Suddenly, she was pressed against him from knees to nipples, her slightly rounded belly jammed hard against his flat middle, and his pelvis, with its masculine firmness, was lodged tightly against her yielding hips.

"Would you kiss me, Aunt Joyce?" he asked softly. "I could almost pretend Mother was here again."

"Oh, you poor lad!" Joyce exclaimed, pursing her lips and aiming them at the sensual lips that offered their parted moistness. "Of course, I will!"

She realized her mistake the moment their mouths met, but it was too late for the protest that sprang to her throat. His arms slipped from her shoulders to her slender waist, hard and demanding, and his lips crushed hers with a pressure that bordered on pain. His tongue, hot and wet, drove between her teeth, colliding with hers in a savage writhing.

Joyce tried to still the wild surge of lust that rocketed through her body as she felt his cock harden into a throbbing cylinder between their hips, the heat of the thing burning through her dress and thin panties, and tingling her bushy cunt.

His hands, strong and determined, crawled down the outward sweep of her firm buttocks to cup her ass and pull her more firmly against his swelling prick. His chest moved suggestively over the outlined nipples of her heaving breasts, and he scooped her tongue from her mouth, sucking it back into his own.

Helpless in the thundering of desire, Joyce found her arms straining him still closer, and she discovered that her hips were moving, grinding her fevered cuntal mound against that delightful hardness.

It was sheer madness-she screamed at her responsive body. This was her own nephew! Her sister's son! And she was kissing him like some sexstarved school girl. Never, since her marriage to Ralph, had she permitted another man to hold her the way Ted was embracing her, rolling the shaft of his prick against the plump mound of her cunt, and teasing her already strutted nipples with his chest.