J. McNab - The eager stepmother

She gave a soft moan and twisted her mouth away from his as she fought to catch her breath. She moved her hand from his, as if surrendering, and said, "Phew! You certainly know how to kiss."

"And you certainly have a pair of tits."

She gave a little laugh. "Thanks."

They kissed again and this time he found the hem of the sweater and ran his hand upwards over the exquisite softness of her belly to the rib cage, the feel of her thrusting young tits bringing a jolting streak of heat to skim along his cock. He avidly squeezed and kneaded first one tit and then the other, his fingers plucking at the ripening nipples as his tongue fenced and darted with hers inside her mouth.

This time when they broke the kiss, she said, "You're just making yourself excited for nothing."

"I know." He was panting for breath, and now that she had put her head back on his arm and had squared her shoulders, the tit in his hand was firm and fully thrusting so that be was almost going insane. He rubbed both tits alternately, the fact that she had shown not the least sign of resisting, making his need to fuck her worse than ever.

She listened to his excited, erratic panting. His hand roaming over one tit and then the other brought a rising mountain of lust to settle in her cunt. "You have very nice hands," she said almost wistfully, feeling him shudder at the remark as he moved to the other tit.

"May… may… maybe we should move to the back seat when Steve comes back," he croaked.

"Sure," she replied as he turned her head once more, "as long as you don't get too excited."

This time, as he hungrily kissed her, he reluctantly dropped his hand from beneath the sweater and into her lap. She was wearing a little pleated mini-skirt, and a moment later his fingers were in her crotch, fussing over the bulging little cuntlips which were encased in the fabric of her panty crotch. He gave a grunt as she obligingly folded one knee, widening her thighs and giving him more room.

She moaned her appreciation as his fingers pulled and stroked at her cunt. She wished Steve would get lost for an hour so that she could enjoy this heavenly feeling. She heard what she thought were footsteps near the car, and she gave a despairing groan. A few seconds later and she moved her hand to the massive clump at the front of Barry's jeans, her fingers tenderly closing in around the excited dick as the youth shuddered violently and twisted his mouth from hers.

"Jesus! Jesus!"

"I told you you were getting excited." She straightened her leg and trapped his hand. When he reluctantly withdrew his hand, she straightened the little skirt, knowing Steve must be coming back at any moment. Her hand still clenched the huge bulge in his pants, and she moved one finger over the length of his upthrust cock. "It's silly getting so excited when you can't do anything about it," she whispered, knowing she was driving him insane. "Now you be good for the rest of the night, or I won't want to come again with you."

He made a snorting noise as she continued to stroke his cock. "God, why don't we just fuck and to hell with your brother."

Donna pretended to look hurt. "That wouldn't be very nice, now would it?" she said poutingly, the way she was teasing him making her all the more excited herself.

Just then Steve arrived back, precariously balancing a cardboard box which he was using as a tray.

"We're going to move to the back seat, Steve," said Donna, shuffling across the seat as she listened to Barry give a dull moan. "There'll be more room." She got out and opened the back door, managing to slip out of her bikini panties in the confusion as Barry and Steve decided how and where to distribute the drinks and popcorn. She kicked them under the car before climbing in next to Barry, Steve cautiously getting in behind her as he held a paper cup of cold pop.

A few minutes later, and they were finally settled. Barry had cunningly given himself the corner seat and then steered Donna so that she was half turned and leaning back against his shoulder. He had promptly finished his drink in one long gulp, leaving his hands completely free. Now he ran one arm along the back of the seat so that Donna could rest her head on it. His other arm hung loosely by his side until Steve was again watching the movie and munching at popcorn. Then Barry slowly slid his hand up the inside of the sweater, reaching around the warm, exquisitely smooth body of the girl until the beautiful tit nearest to him was again in his trembling hand.

Donna glanced down to see if the hand on her tit was bulging her sweater. She was relieved when she saw it wasn't. There was no reason why Barry couldn't fondle and play with her tit, providing he didn't get too out of hand. She laid her head back on Barry's arm and gave a contented sigh as his fingers gently probed and kneaded her tingling tit. She wondered what Barry would think and do if he knew she was without panties. He'd probably lose all control and just fuck her, she decided. And she really didn't care. Certainly little Steve wouldn't care. In fact, he might get quite a bang out of watching his sister getting screwed. She studied the boy as he finished the last of the popcorn, the way his eyes had widened as he watched the movie, causing Donna to glance at the screen for the first time.

When she did, she uttered a gasp. A beautiful young nurse was sitting on the side of a bed staring down at an older but very handsome man. She was unbuttoning the front of her uniform, warning the patient at the same time that he could look but not touch. Then suddenly she was opening the front of the uniform to display a magnificent pair of beautiful boobs which the man was frantically reaching for, but which were just outside his grasp.

At the sight of the bobbing tits on the pretty young nurse, Steve Birks had made a catching noise in his throat. Donna turned to watch the boy, whose hand had moved to his crotch for a moment, as he squirmed slightly, and his eyes became wider as the pretty nurse continued to flaunt her lovely tits and tease the older man. Donna's own tits were raging under the persistent rubbing of Barry's hand which he used expertly to lift and squeeze the throbbing tit. She watched Steve's trembling hand, a coursing little thrill darting up her cunt as she thought she saw the hand move in a gentle to and fro motion on the little mound in the front of the boy's pants. A moment later, and she had reached for the boy's shoulder, drawing him back so that he was resting against her, his eyes still glued to the screen where the nurse was now drawing back the single white sheet which covered the patient's waist.

For several minutes, they both watched as the nurse bared the patient's bloated cock. But then, almost without thinking, Donna's hand was in Steve's crotch and the boy was trembling uncontrollably as her fingers found the zipper, opened the fly and a moment later closed around his steaming little prick. He gave a pathetic but grateful little groan, spreading his thighs to give his sister all the room she needed. Then he lay back, convulsively quivering as he watched the nurse climb onto the patient's bed before lowering herself to rest along the full length of the man's excited body.

The feel of Steve's stiff little prick in her hand was the last thing Donna needed. Her tits were on fire, and she knew at least one gush of hot juice had already seeped into the seat below her cunt. She continued to rub the boyish cock in a slow, deliberate movement which he was obviously enjoying, but now she moved her other hand to Barry's crotch, feeling the boy quiver as she pried open the zipper. A moment later and he was stifling muttered oaths as her fingers searched teasingly inside his shorts. Now, for what would probably be the only time in her life, she mused, she held a cock in each hand, and for some ridiculous reason she wondered if either Robin or Mrs. Harper had ever had the experience. She reached under both cocks and cuddled the swollen balls. Barry's were quite big and powerful, while Steve's were quite small – like pigeon eggs, she decided.