J. McNab: The eager stepmother

"What a… fuck… fuck!"

The force of the ejaculation surprised them both. The magnificent head of his cock belched forth in a spasm of volcano-like explosion, the hot, boiling sperm striking her cervix and making her shiver and tremble in response. She gave a series of half-choking cries, her fingers grappling wildly at the sheet and mattress as she tried to spread her legs wider. Then she lay there, her mind fighting oblivion as his thick cock plunged hungrily in and out of her gulping, clutching cunt.

He rolled off the warm, silky softness of her body. "Jesus, what a fuck," he gasped, his powerful chest heaving and falling as he fought for breath.

Robin Birks lay quietly gasping, her face turned so that she could watch him, her eyes dropping to the wet, shimmering shaft of his cock. She reached out and clasped it, the warmth of the sticky tool bringing a surging warmth to settle in her aching cunt. She rubbed it several times, her eyes focused on the red, gleaming head as it bared itself each time she sank her little fist to the bottom. "I'm going to miss it," she murmured, as if talking to herself.

"It won't be that long." He moved his hand to lift and play with one perfect tit. "Think about me out there with nobody. At least you have Bill if you get too horny."

She squeezed the huge cock affectionately. "I'm still going to miss him," she said softly. "Three weeks is a lifetime without him."

Later, as they ate breakfast with Donna and Steve, Robin said, "Do you think you'll be able to get back in three weeks?"

"I'll come back anyway."

"When do we go?" asked Donna, chewing on a piece of toast. "I can't wait to get to California."

Scott looked at his daughter who at eighteen was nothing short of beautiful. She was a little too seductive-looking for her own good, and he wondered briefly just how far she had gone with some of the horny young men he had seen her with. "I thought you'd have hated leaving all your boyfriends," he said, his eyes momentarily taking in the high firm tits which had developed suddenly and which she constantly displayed by straightening her shoulders. It was a habit he thought only women much older practiced when they knew men were studying them.

She made a gesture of indifference. "The boys are so slow around here," she said, sarcasm in her voice. "In California, boys are on the move."

Scott shook his head and laughed. He wasn't sure what boys did when they were on the move, but he hoped she could take care of herself.

"I'm sure Donna and Steve are going to love it," broke in Robin. "You're lucky, really. A lot of families find it difficult to adjust and the kids don't want to leave all their friends behind."

"And how about you?"

Robin shrugged her shoulders. "I'm like you. I think the opportunity for you is one we can't afford to turn down. Besides, with my ready-made family wanting to go, I'm ready anytime." She reached out on either side of her to touch the children's hands.

Scott looked at her affectionately. "I think once we're settled, we'll love it. Finding a place to live will be the toughest job. It's expensive out there, but we'll find something I'm sure."

"I hope it has a pool," allowed Donna thoughtfully.

"I hope so, too." Steve Birks pushed away the plate on which he had left a piece of bacon. "You'll teach me how to swim, won't you Robin?" He looked at his stepmother, a doting look in his eyes. She had impressed him from the first moment he had met her, his need for a mother surfacing and making it that much easier for his father to decide on marrying again.

"Robin and I can teach you," said Donna, not wanting to be left out. Then, with a serious expression on her face, she looked at her father and said, "Did you speak to that Miss Kelly about me going to the stewardesses' training school next year, Daddy?"

Scott finished the last of his coffee. "Yes, and we have to remind her next spring before she starts recruiting."

Donna, who had been getting to her feet, came over and planted a kiss on the side of his face. "Thanks, Daddy. Just think, you could have a fly-girl in the family after all."

Scott laughed and looked at Robin. "I have one now, remember?"

Donna smiled at Robin. "Robin's an ex-fly-girl." Then, in case the remark had sounded glib or offensive, she added, "Robin has a much more important job now, just taking care of us." She touched her stepmother's shoulder as she walked towards the living room. "I'm going to wash my hair, if we're all going to the airport to see Daddy off."

It was shortly after eight p.m. when Scott Birks arrived at Los Angeles airport. He was tired after the long flight and was pleased when he was settled in his hotel and had poured himself a drink. Tomorrow he would start work arranging to rent space for Condor's operations in Los Angeles, hiring staff and ordering equipment. It was a task he was looking forward to.

Two weeks later, with most of the work in hand, he turned to looking for a place for him and his family to live. At first, he stared at the multitude of advertisements in the papers. He soon found this so bewildering, he finally gave up, deciding to choose a real-estate agent at random from the yellow pages and phoning for an appointment.

It was hot, even at ten o'clock in the morning, when he walked into the sumptuous offices of Harper Realty, Inc.

"May I help you?" The pretty honey-blonde, who could be no more than nineteen, or twenty at the most, flashed him a dazzling smile.

"I'm Mr. Birks. I have an appointment with Mr. Foster." He managed to keep his eyes away from the bulging, youthful tits which were clearly visible above the low-cut blouse the girl was wearing, until she had turned to study an appointment chart to one side. Then he allowed himself a long, lingering gaze at the perfect jugs before his eyes dropped hungrily to the lushly tapering thighs which disappeared upwards under the highly hiked hem of the tiny white skirt.

"Ah, yes. I'm sorry, but Mr. Foster had an unexpected delay this morning." She turned to flash him a knowing smile this time as he failed to avert his eyes from her gorgeous thighs in time. "He has asked Mrs. Harper herself to see you." She got to her feet, brushing at her skirt so that she had to bend over and give him a better view of her magnificent tits. "I'll just see if she's ready. Would you like to take a seat?"

He moved towards the seat, but hesitated long enough to watch her wiggle her cute ass down the short hallway to a private office.

"Mrs. Harper will see you now, Mr. Birks."

"Thank you." He smiled as he brushed past the little blonde, this time brazenly examining her tits which she had thrust out as he approached, just as his daughter, Donna, had done the last morning at the breakfast table.

His first glimpse of the private office and the occupant took his breath away. The receptionist closed the door behind him, and he just found himself standing there, taking it all in.

The office, with its white shag carpeting and dark mahogany furniture was startling enough, but he hadn't been ready for Mrs. Harper herself. For some reason, he had expected an older, over painted, overdressed dowager type. Instead, he found himself facing a huge desk behind which sat a woman about his own age. She had chestnut-red hair which was a little more than shoulder-length and which framed one of the most beautiful faces he had ever seen. Then she got to her feet and held out a hand, and he was able to see her figure more clearly, the slim waist emphasizing the twin globes in all their perfect roundness as they bulged so enticingly through the thin material of a clinging, almost skin-tight yellow sweater.

"Mr. Birks! I'm so pleased to meet you."

This time he couldn't control his eyes. "I-I'm Scott Birks," he stammered, as a smile slowly spread over her pretty face, frightening him as he felt the first distant stirring in his cock.