D Abby - Loving step-parents

At that time I wasn't capable of using anything but the medical terms when I was talking to an adult and even then it was difficult.

"You poor kid. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have put you in position like this. I should have known how it would affect you."

She got up, came over, and sat down on the edge of the cot. Her semitransparent nightie didn't help me at all. Janet was so reasonable that I decided I could be frank. It made me blush again, but I blurted out one of the things that caused my problems.

"That nightie doesn't help me very much at all."

"Oh, my. I didn't even think of that. Will it make you feel any better if I tell you that having you here affects me too. It does, you know."

Janet leaned over and kissed me again. Only it wasn't like the last kiss that she had given me. Her lips were all soft and she brushed my lips with her tongue. I'd read about this kind of kissing and I wanted to find out more about it, so I opened my mouth a little. She pushed her tongue into my mouth. Wow! It was like an electric shock and it sure didn't help my hard prick any.

Reading about those things and doing them sure were different. I got goose flesh all over and I thought I was going to come right then. I pushed my tongue against hers, then into her mouth. I never thought kissing could make you feel like that.

Janet pulled away. She seemed flustered. She kissed me lightly on my cheek again and went back to her bed without saying another word.

(I lost my nerve again. I should have taken him to bed with me. That's what I wanted to do but I was conscience stricken about seducing a thirteen year old boy. It just didn't seem right.)

I fell asleep, only to be awakened by a noise coming from Janet's bed. I looked over and I could see she had kicked the covers off. Her nightgown was pushed up around her neck. She was laying there with her gorgeous body completely revealed to my gaze. I lay without moving. I didn't want to disturb her.

I wanted to see as much as I could. Her tits stuck up from her body and I could see the nipples and the surrounding pink area in the light coming through the window. I could see the brown curly hair around her cunt. I was so excited I could hardly breathe. Janet moaned and I closed my eyes. Nothing happened so I squinted them open. She had moved her legs apart.

Wow! I could see the slit of her cunt. My prick stood up. I wanted to jerk off but I didn't want to disturb Janet. Janet was breathing evenly. Her tits raising up and down in a slow rhythm. I got out of bed and moved closer. Janet nearly frightened me out of my wits by moaning again, bending her knees, and spreading her legs even farther apart. I tiptoed over to see as much as I could.

The outer lips of her cunt separated and I could see a pink inner slit. At the top of that there was a little bump. I knew that had to be the clitoris. By this time I was holding onto my prick real tight to keep from coming. I could just barely control myself.

I woke up about then. I had been dreaming about David's young boy prick and I was hot. I saw him standing there clutching his prick and decided to give David a real show. Maybe I could make this lead to something more interesting. I had the impulse to drag him into bed with me but couldn't make myself do it.)

She still seemed to be sleeping. I looked as hard as I could. I wanted to remember as much of this as possible. There was moisture all along the inner lips of her cunt. I knew from my reading that when a woman gets horny her cunt gets wet with lubricant. Was Janet horny? Did women have wet dreams like boys had?

I knew the kind of dreams that would wake me up with my pajamas and sheets all wet with cum. Was Janet having that kind of a dream now? Did ladies have the kind of dreams I had? Who was Janet dreaming about? Was she dreaming she was doing things with Dad? I tried to picture Dad laying on top of her and pushing his prick in and out of her cunt.

(All of the above plus some fantasies that included David. Even though I'd told him how attracted I was to him he still didn't realize how much I wanted to suck his cock and have him fuck me. He had no conception of how attractive he was to me.)

Janet moaned and she spread her legs even farther apart. I was getting an eyeful. She put a hand over one of her breasts and squeezed and rubbed. She reached down, inserted two fingers into her cunt and pushed them in and out.

Wow! She was jerking off. I knew that girls could do it, but I was a little vague about the mechanics of how they did it. Now I knew a lot more about the mechanics. It made sense to me. A boy used his hand to make an artificial cunt and a woman used her fingers as an artificial prick. I didn't know that adults jerked off, but I guess if they got horny it would help them just as much as it helped a kid. Did Dad jerk off too? Did he do it as much as I did?

(For your information, David, I jerked off frequently. Since I was selective about who I slept with I did it quite often before I met Janet. As to jerking off as frequently as you were then, I just wish that I could. At my age I don't have your recuperative powers.)

Janet moaned and her fingers slid in and out of her cunt faster and faster. She lifted her hips off of the bed the way I did when I was ready to shoot off. She was having what the book called an orgasm, I think. She moaned and thrashed around then her body collapsed onto the bed. She rubbed her cunt again and her fingers came out from between the inner lips. She sighed and rolled over onto her side.

I was pinching my prick to keep myself from shooting off. I knew that I wasn't going to see anything more and I had urgent needs of my own. I went into the bathroom as quietly as I could, and left go of my prick. It was throbbing up and down.

(I wanted to pull him to me and suck his prick right into my cunt. I was hoping that he would jerk off so that I could watch him. I was sorry when he went into the bathroom. I closed my eyes and pictured him sitting on the toilet beating his meat. I rubbed myself to another orgasm.)

My balls were aching from holding back so long. My fingers wrapped around my prick and I started to pump. After only two strokes; spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; I shot off again. By this time I was pretty exhausted. I hadn't kept count, but I must have come eight or ten times that day. I went to bed and fell asleep right away but I was restless and woke up with another wet dream. This time I had my fingers in Janet's cunt and she was jerking me off.

(I was determined that I wouldn't funk out the next night. I was going to get David into bed with me if it was the last thing I did.)

The next day was a repeat of the previous one. I visited men's room. All day long I had the feeling that Janet was glancing over to me at odd times, and I thought that she was looking at the bulge in my pants rather than at my face. I decided that I was being paranoid. Just because my adolescent mind was always on sex, didn't mean that hers was. Adults just didn't act that way.

(Boy was he wrong there. I had my mind on sex as much if not more than he did. I was kicking myself all over the place for not seducing David the night before. I'd had the perfect opportunity. All I had to do was open my eyes while he was still standing there and pull him into bed. After that I could have let nature take its course.

(The only thing that I could see was that luscious hard on that never seemed to go down. Think of all the fun I could have with that. I was so hot for him that my panties were soaking wet. I was surprised that David couldn't smell me. On second thought maybe he did. That odor might have been one of the things that was keeping him hard even though he didn't know it.)

We stopped a bit earlier than usual that night and Janet didn't even ask me if I wanted to stay in the same room with her, she took it for granted and asked the clerk for a single room with a cot for me. We ran into a snag because no cots were available. Janet's answer to the clerk left me dumfounded.