J. McNab: The eager stepmother

"Jesus, but you're really something."

She gave a short laugh. "Let's go to your room," she said, the idea of teaching and teasing the boy at the same time tilling her with a growing blaze of raw lust.

In the room, she stood with her hands on her hips, a slow smile spreading across her face as Barry turned from shutting the door to feast his eyes on the out thrust mounds of her tits. "Let me see you," she said almost snappishly.

He made a choking noise and lowered the zipper at the front of the swim trunks, edging the damp fabric over his hips until they dropped at his feet. Almost shyly he stepped out of them and came towards her, his hands going to his hips just like hers.

"Stand there," she said, a little more kindly, her eyes going to the upthrust prong of his cock which appeared to be reaching and straining beyond endurance. She could just see the pink head as it started to bare itself, pressing through the taut foreskin as if readying itself for a fucking. She figured it was five inches, possibly six inches in length, the sight of the young prick bringing wave after wave of unmitigated lust racing up and down her cunt. She moved towards him and ran one hand over the youthful chest, her other startling him as it furtively reached for his balls, holding and squeezing them as the boy shivered with joy. "You're quite well-hung, really," she said, purposely keeping her voice soft and a little husky. She moved her other hand down over his flinching belly and clasped his cock. "Yes, you're going to be quite a man." She clasped the cock and slowly caught the surplus skin before moving her fist to the quivering base. "Yes, you must keep it exercised," she said, a ring of authority in her voice as the teenager gave a violent shudder, his hands going to her tits and fondling them avidly. "How much fucking do you do, Barry?"

He appeared to be on the verge of collapse, his youthful body shivering as if it were cold, yet the heat of his cock as her fingers gently massaged it was burning her hands.

"About two a month," he managed to blurt out, his hips flipping nervously as her hand held the base of his throbbing cock.

"You have a regular girlfriend?" she asked, hoping to catch him off guard. He had cupped his hands, lifting her tits as if he were weighing them. She made a circle with her thumb and forefinger, pressed back on his balls with her other hand, and then tightened the circle at the bottom of the straining prick.

"Two!"

She rubbed his cock two or three times, feeling the cock stretch and strain eagerly through the circle. "Have you fucked Donna yet?" she asked quietly. Then, in order to make him more confident, she added, "Donna likes a little fucking now and again."

He started to speak but had to clear a catch in his throat. "Yes," he admitted, unable to control the urgency of his lust as his hips jerked towards her. "Once."

A little thrill of excitement coursed through her excited tits. Such intimate confessions involving someone she knew always fascinated her and made her horny. She tried to imagine the well-built youth mounted on the girl, his firm young hips thrusting down on her and her legs wildly flailing as his beautiful cock swept in and out of her tight little slit. "She's quite good, isn't she?" Robin asked, after waiting for a series of steady thrusts of his hips to subside.

"Yes," he admitted, sighing deeply, his fingers closing in around about three inches of her luscious tits. Then with choking, rasping sounds he flung his mouth down to one tit, hungrily sucking and chewing it.

"Now, now," she murmured softly, a touch of sympathy in the tone of her voice. "We're only going to look, aren't we?" She looked down at the frantically working mouth, the cheeks moving in and out as he eagerly sucked on her blazing jug. She rubbed his cock a little harder, feeling the powerful muscles on either side as they hardened, her other fingers pulling on the swollen scrotum as his balls filled with sperm. "I don't think you should do that, Barry. It's not good for you and you're getting far too excited." She waited until he had sucked some more, her tits a tingling mass of unreleased lust as he deftly used his tongue to attack the nipple. "It's very nice, and you're doing quite well, but really, Barry. You're getting so…"

He broke his mouth away and groaned. "Jesus, excited. Robin, please… please just let us fuck…" He looked up into her pretty face to find her smiling sympathetically. "Please… please…" Her fingertips were flickering along the length of his steaming cock.

"Poor boy," she whispered, her fingers continuing the tantalizing teasing of the reaching cock. "Let me help you, that's a boy. Let Robin help you." She eased him back towards the bed, the edge of the mattress striking behind his knees so that he teetered momentarily until she had forced him backwards onto the bed. "There, now you can look," she murmured softly, noting his eyes wide with excitement as he stared up at her tits. "I'll help you."

He spread his thighs as her fingers slipped under to grasp at his balls. She gathered them together, pushing down on them as his young cock throbbed and strained. "Aaaagh… God!" he gasped as her other fingers gently stroked up and down the pulsing shaft.

"Yes, you're going to be nice and strong," she whispered, bending over so that her jugs hung in all their glory, the brown tips of the nipples teasingly glistening from his recent sucking. Then she dropped to her knees, carefully slipping her elbows on either side of his quivering thighs, her mouth but a few inches from the helmet-like head of his straining, excited young cock. "I'll help you," she muttered huskily. "I'll help you, Barry." She made a tight O with her lips and placed them on the pulsing dome of his cock. A moment later she was allowing the cone of cockhead to pierce her sensuous lips, the first wave of salty muskiness filling her nostrils and her loins with a blazing lust.

The unbelievable warmth and wetness of her mouth took his breath away. He had never really believed she would suck his cock, even when she had looked so lovingly at his genitals and played with them so fondly. He had always heard fly-girls liked cock, and now he believed it as he shuddered and shivered and stared in utter disbelief at what was happening to his cock. His body was almost exploding as the heat of her sensational mouth and gently working lips filled his balls to the bursting point. "No! God, please… Robin!"

She held the head of his cock against the roof of her mouth while her tongue lazily washed along the length of the streaming young prick. She licked it some more, her elbows keeping him from jerking too much as her hands teased and fondled his balls and straining prick. Just when she thought the cock was readying itself to ejaculate, she withdrew her mouth, and looked up along his tormented body which was twitching and shivering. "Don't come in my mouth, Barry," she warned him quietly. "You mustn't come in my mouth." She formed an O once again with her hot, wet lips, allowing the helmet-like head to penetrate again, keeping her lips tight so that they gathered in the surplus skin, pushing it all before them to the thicker, jerking base.

"No… please, Robin… I have… I have…" He was on the brink of shooting his load, and watching her head bob up and down was doing nothing to cool his ardor. "No… God, please… Robin…"

Again she had the head pulsing erratically against the roof of her mouth. She found the tiny knot and stabbed at it with her tongue. The boy was having difficulty keeping his hips under control, and she had to press her arms more firmly against his thighs. She pulled her mouth lazily up the stem of the thickening cock. "Please don't, Barry," she pleaded. "I don't want you coming in my mouth." She looked at him sympathetically. "This will make you very strong, but please, Barry. Please don't come in my mouth." Her eyes fell to the shimmering shaft as she held it upright, her saliva gleaming enticingly as she adjusted her fingers, making the slender young prick strain as her other fingers held his balls more firmly, one finger on his sperm cord and holding back the juice. "Remember," she whispered before placing her mouth on the tip of the cone, then eased her quivering lips downwards to the base, the head of the throbbing cock burying itself into the soft, warm membranes of her throat.