D Abby - Loving step-parents

Janet had been sitting at a dressing table and putting some creams on her face. Then she started brushing her hair. The way her nipples pushed out against her nightgown when she moved her arms fascinated me. I couldn't keep my eyes off her.

(I followed David's eyes in the mirror as I was brushing my hair and realized what it was doing to him. I couldn't help playing up to him and giving him a really good show.)

When she was finished she came over and kissed me good night. That's the first time she had ever kissed me and that was the final straw. It totally undid the effects of jerking off. My prick got hard again and it started to throb. She must have noticed it. My prick was pushing the front of my pajamas out the whole four and a half inches. I blushed again, and again she pretended nothing had happened.

(David was right I did see his prick standing at attention and throbbing. It got me as horny as he was.)

I got into bed and waited until I thought Janet was asleep and jerked off again. Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; my load of cum jetted onto the sheets. It made sleeping uncomfortable, but I'd slept in a cum wet bed before. At least we would be away before anyone discovered that I had come in the bed.

Janet's wake up call came from the switchboard and I lay in bed and watched her as she got up and went to the bathroom to change. Being in a woman's bedroom is hard on a boy my age. At least I got a hard on every time I looked at her.

I watched Janet go through the mysterious motions of 'putting on her face'. The way she moved her arms and her body fascinated me. It was real sexy too and it gave me another hard on. She grinned at me, tousled my hair, and kissed me again before she went to her meeting.

As soon as she was gone I got out of my sticky pajamas and got into the shower. I soaped my hand and moved it toward my prick when I felt the spray of water hitting my prick head. I looked at the shower head and found it was one of these trick showers, the kind where you can unhook the head and change the intensity of the spray.

I unhooked the shower head from its mooring, set it on 'massage', and aimed it at the head of my hard prick. It was a blast. The spray felt real good on my prick and the sensation gradually built up. This was different than jerking off with your hand. You could pretend that someone else was touching your prick. I slowly moved the spray around the head of my prick then up and down the sensitive under side.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. I pictured Janet's naked body and moved the spray up and down the underside of my prick. I felt my come slowly building up. Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; my cum blasted out of my prick and I hadn't even touched it. I felt a little better. I had to get Dad to buy a shower head like that for home.

Janet got back from her meeting we were ready to go. We were on our way before ten o'clock. Janet sneaked looks at me every now and then during that day and I thought that I saw her blush when I caught her looking. Why was she blushing? Why should she be embarrassed? What was she thinking about that made her blush? I couldn't understand it.

(I sure was sneaking looks, and I guess I did blush when he caught me looking at his perpetually hard prick. I was embarrassed by what I was thinking of doing with him. I wanted to get him into bed but didn't know how to go about it with a thirteen year old.)

That day she did a good job of finding out what my interests were. I discovered she knew about PCs I talked a blue streak. A few times I got so interested in what we were talking about that I lost my hard on.

She was really nice. She talked to me as if I were another adult. There weren't that many grown ups that I could talk to that way. I was beginning to be glad that Dad was going to marry her.

I was glad to travel across the country with Janet instead of flying, but I couldn't keep my thoughts away from having sex with her. No matter how interested I got in our discussion her presence would reassert itself and my prick would get hard again.

Well, I could always jack off. I hadn't given my prick a rest since we started out on the trip. It wouldn't hurt me to jerk off six or seven times a day. The sex book said that you would stop getting hard before you could do yourself any physical damage.

As far as jerking off six or seven times a day, I beat that record easily that day. Janet stopped for a break about every two hours. Each time we stopped, it was jerk off time for me. I dropped a load of cum into a toilet every time we stopped.

(Watching David blush each time I stopped the car told me exactly what his intentions were when he went to the men's room. At that point he had me doing the female counterpart in the ladies room each time we stopped.)

When it was time to stop for the night I noticed Janet sneaking looks at me again. I wondered what was up, aside from my prick that is, it seemed to stay hard no matter how many times I jerked off.

Sitting in the same car with Janet all that time was giving me a perpetual hard on and my balls were beginning to ache. I found out what was on her mind when we pulled into the motel.

"You know, we could save some money if we stayed in the same room again. Do you mind, David? If you do, we can get separate rooms."

I was going to say separate rooms, but decided that I liked being in the same room with her all night. I knew it kept me horny, but I could live with that. It wouldn't be anything new to me. I'd been horny ever since I'd had that wild dream last September and shot off in my sleep.

We made the same arrangements that we had made the night before. A single room with a cot. It was late again by the time we finished eating so we went right to the room.

(I hadn't figured out how to seduce David yet, but I knew I'd have a better chance if we were in the same room.)

I saw through her nightgown and my prick got hard. I went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, closed my eyes, and remembered how it had felt when Janet had run her hand through my hair that morning. I pictured Janet running her hand up and down my prick. The image changed and my prick was going in and out of her cunt. I fucked my fist until; spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; I shot another load of cum into the toilet.

(When David went to the bathroom I could picture him jerking off. With all the men's rooms he'd gone into that day I began to respect his recuperative powers.)

I put on my pajamas, went back out, and got into bed. We talked for a while after I got in the cot then she kissed me again before she put out the lights to go to sleep. Her kiss had the same affect that it had the night before. I got another hard on.

I waited till I thought she was asleep again, and I turned on my side, with my back to Janet. I knew that I had to jerk off or my hard prick wouldn't let me get to sleep. It was just getting to feel good and my hips were pumping my prick into my hand.

(When I heard David jerking off I decided to get things out in the open. Maybe this was the opportunity that I had been waiting for.)

"What are you doing, David?"

I couldn't answer that. I lost my hard on. I blushed. I hemmed and I hawed. I wanted to disappear through the floor. Janet had asked me a direct question and there was no way that I could pretend I didn't hear it. "Nothing."

I was sure Janet knew what I was doing but maybe she would accept that answer. I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Nothing? Then why is you cot squeaking?"

What could I say? Janet was an intelligent person, and she would be reasonable about something as natural as masturbating. I decided to blurt it out. I was embarrassed and I blushed, but I managed it. "I'm masturbating. Being in the same bedroom with you gives me an erection and it bothers me until I have to do something about it."