J. McNab: The eager stepmother

She took time out to sip on the drink, the liquor coursing down her throat and creating a new warmth to settle in the pit of her stomach. "Ugh! You made it strong," she said, smiling. His cock was now arched and nestled against her belly.

"You need everything strong." He lowered his hands slightly so that they were resting on her hips, holding her more firmly in place. The fact that she could feel his cock excited him, and he wondered what she'd do if he tried again. "Tits like those would take a lot of satisfying." He studied them as if examining some fine jewelry, his voice strangely soft and fascinating.

She looked at him, the boyish face so close to hers that she had difficulty studying it. But just then she gave a little shiver, the motion causing her belly to more thoroughly press against the upthrust shaft. She gave a broken sigh and this time pried herself away from his grasp. "I'm ready for that swim," she said, smiling until he reached for the bottle of beer. Then she watched him tip the bottle and guzzle down at least a half of the contents before finishing her own drink far faster than she had ever intended.

In the pool, they swam side by side over two lengths. It was big for a residential pool, built by the movie starlet in her burst of extravagance, and Robin hung on the safety rail at the far end, exhausted. She wiped at her eyes and started to adjust the bikini bra, but then for some reason she stopped, using both hands to reach up and back for the rail as she hung there, suspended and still fighting for breath.

"Jesus!"

She turned her face to find him staring at her tits which were rising and falling to her labored breathing. His mouth hung slack and his eyes were hungrily taking in the tits, frightening her a little, but yet making tingling streaks of ecstasy to race through her tits and downwards to her cunt. "You're dreadful," she said, unable to stifle a little laugh. "Do you realize I'm a happily married woman and I don't need attention from a handsome young man like you?"

He had moved toward her as she was talking, the hungry, lustful look in his eyes now glazed and almost veiled. A moment later and his hands were on her and he was hanging from the rail, his body against hers, his mouth searching for hers as she twisted her face from side to side.

She was surprised to find his cock was still hard. "Barry, you mustn't!" He was grinding his cock against her belly, his hips moving just enough so that the throbbing shaft was enjoying a squeezing motion.

"Yes, they're gorgeous." He brought one hand down and held her chin. Then his mouth was crushing hers once more, his tongue slashing wildly against her lips which up to now she had managed to keep tightly closed. He moved his hand from her chin, hanging now by one arm as his free hand went to one tit, cupping and squeezing it in the thin triangle of wet cloth. A few seconds later, as a bursting heat spread through his balls, he slipped his hand under the bottom of the triangle, lifting the wet fabric over the swollen tit until it was finally bared. A broken sobbing sound escaped through his frantically working lips as the exquisite beauty of the bare breast suddenly filled his hand.

For one terrifying moment, Robin Birks thought she would have to let go. The pool was ten feet deep, and she wasn't sure just how she would handle the situation once she was submerged. There was always the possibility the horny teenager might lose control and attack her underwater. She hung precariously as the youth's mouth crushed hers, his hand on her bare tit bringing the familiar mounting lust to the blossoming nipple. Then almost with a sigh of relief, she parted her lips and accepted his hots juicy tongue, her teeth nipping at it tenderly as her tongue flicked and licked at the darting, meaty roll.

How long they kissed, neither was ever sure. Barry was only concerned with the growing ache in his balls as the beautiful boob began firming, the nipple like a brown nugget, eagerly presenting itself for more attention. He pulled away from her mouth and dropped his face to the fabulous tit, his hot, wet mouth now ravenous as he sank his quivering lips around the pointed, shining nipple.

"Aaaagh… no, please, Barry! No!" Her mind was in a daze as the youth's mouth sucked and licked at her raging bit. She bravely lowered one arm and hung from the other, her hand going to the waist of the boy as darting streaks of bliss coursed all around her tits. "Please, Barry! That's very naughty, Barry. You know… you shouldn't…" She knew she should pry his mouth away and then push him from her altogether. But the fantastic working of his mouth was out of this world and almost unbelievable.

When they did eventually part, they hung there, staring at each other. When she made no move to cover the beautiful tit which was now folly ripened and thrusting itself towards him, he reached for the other, trying to slide his fingers under the triangle of confining cloth.

"No, wait. I'm afraid you're going to ruin it."

He watched, fascinated as she reached behind with one hand and unclasped the thin strip of bikini top. Then the smoldering look was back in his eyes as she flung the skimpy piece of cloth over the side of the pool before hanging from both arms, the twin tits now powerfully thrust out as if waiting for his attention.

"Christ, but you really have a pair."

She watched him through a daze, not caring now what he did or who walked in or what happened. Her body was a blazing cauldron of lust, her tits tingling like crazy and a hungry, yearning ache now settled in her cunt.

"Let's go inside," he groaned.

"You can only look."

"What?" he asked incredulously.

"I'm just letting you look."

He moved against her, one hand taking a tit and roughly squeezing it. "Jesus, I want to do more than look."

"No." She had a funny little smile on her face as she watched the torment in his eyes. "Just look."

He squirmed against her, his cock now fully upthrust and crying for a fuck. He forgot what he was doing and tried to use both hands on the fabulous tits, only to find he could not tread the water fast enough to stay in front of her. His head sank momentarily below the surface and he had to surge upwards, shaking his head violently to free it of water.

"You're going to drown yourself. Why don't you just look and get it over with."

He caught the rail, panting and spitting out water as his hand returned to one bulging tit and then moved to the other.

"That's better. You're getting yourself all excited."

Vaguely he was aware Donna had said the same thing at the drive-in movie that first night after they had arrived. "God what a pair of tits," he went on mumbling, unable to believe the global softness of the boob which somehow managed to stay perfectly suspended with no sag at all. "Let's go inside," he groaned. "Jesus, Robin, let's go inside."

"If you'll behave and just look." She didn't know why, but she had this unbelievable urge to tease the boy into an orgasm. It was the only way he could be satisfied, and she still be in a position to say he hadn't fucked her.

"Okay." He moved dejectedly to the edge of the pool alongside, and with a powerful leap, climbed over the edge, holding out his hand and staring down at the beautiful bare-titted woman beneath him.

They walked silently towards the patio doors, their wet feet rhythmically slapping at the tile and Robin's shapely tits bobbing and swinging and driving him mad.

As they climbed the stairs, Robin said, "You know I don't know what your mother would think if she knew about this and the way you're acting." Her body was on fire and she had a yearning desire to keep on teasing him. "After all, you must know girls to have a little fun with."

"Mother knows I screw around."

She immediately thought of Donna and wondered if he had screwed her yet. The girl had never been happier than she had since arriving in this house. For the first time it dawned on her that Barry had probably screwed the girl two or three times since they had arrived. "Then I don't see why you're getting so horny over me," she said, glancing from the corner of her eye and noting how his eyes were hungrily watching her tits.