J. McNab: The eager stepmother

Robin Birks was studying the reflection of the boy in the mirror over the sink. He was holding the towel tenaciously over his front, but the slender back and beautiful round ass of the boy were delightfully bare. "There," she said finally, knowing it was the moment of truth, and not yet aware of a plan to make it all happen. "I think it's as dry as I can make it." She stepped back and smiled at him, trying to give him confidence. Then she brought her face forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. "You're getting more like your dad every day. Tall, dark and very, very handsome." The boy's eyes kept fleeting between her face and her tits, and she wished she had left the top button of her blouse unfastened. She always wore a shallow, flimsy bra which bunched up her perfectly round tits yet gave them a good deal of freedom. Downtown on the main street, few men could resist at least one, furtive stare. "Here, let me help you get dry," she said softly, dropping the wet towel and taking the top of the one he was still holding. "Then we can make our popcorn."

"No… no, please."

She smiled affectionately at him. "Oh, come on, you're a big boy now." A wave of excitement swept through her as he released his hold and sighed. "Hold out your arms, that's it," she cried, the warmth in her cunt now bursting into flame.

Steve Birks stifled a groan, his head swimming as an ache in his crotch burst suddenly free. He held his breath as the towel caressed his shoulders and arms, the movement causing the lower half of the towel to gently touch and stroke his pulsing cock. Instead of relaxing, it was harder than ever, reaching and straining like never before. Robin's tits, too, were moving up and down, the perfect domes rising and falling inside the nylon of the blouse. A moment later and he was shaking uncontrollably as Robin dropped to his knees, her hands on the towel and wiping around his waist. He tried to avert his eyes from her bobbing, globelike tits. Then he gave a despairing cry, flinging back his head to stare at the ceiling as if hoping that by doing so, he would somehow find himself elsewhere.

"Good heavens!" Her hands were on his hips, but the towel had looped between her hands to reveal the hard, upthrust little cock with its cluster of tiny balls suspended underneath. "What a darling! And so excited!" Her eyes were wide as she took in the boy's cock and balls which seemed to be even more erotic than she had imagined they would be.

"Please… please… Robin."

"Oh, darling! I never dreamt you were becoming so big."

"No, please… you mustn't…" He flung his hands in front of him, trying to cover his straining prick.

But she dropped the towel, having lost interest in drying him, her hands catching his wrists and holding them away. "You were exercising him, weren't you?" she asked softly, not wanting to make it sound like an accusation.

"What?" he asked weakly, staring down at the pretty face which was so obviously fascinated with his steaming cock.

"You were rubbing him in the shower, weren't you?" she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

He groaned in frightened despair. She had caught him after all, and a wave of guilt swept over him. Crimson started around the top of his young chest and spread quickly upwards and into his face. "You… you… please don't… I mean, please don't tell Dad."

She smiled up at him affectionately. "Not if you don't want me to."

"Promise?" He was frantic now that the whole thing was out in the open.

"Of course. It'll be our secret. I promise." She couldn't resist any longer, and she took the chance and released her hold on his wrists. A split second later and her fingers were closing around the thin cylinder of prick, the warmth and pulsing moistness of his cock startling her. "Oh my, isn't he nice?"

To Steve Birks, her fingers were like heaven around his cock. He shivered ecstatically, the soothing ache in his cock and balls indescribable. "Aaaagh…" he moaned, unable to believe the excitement coursing through every vein in his body. Then her other hand released his other wrist and a moment later her fingers were gathering in his boiling balls, clenching them firmly and tugging them now and again. "Aaaagh!" he grunted. "Golly…"

"Yes, he has to be exercised," she murmured. "You must always let me exercise him." She rubbed the warm, steaming little cock as the boy shuddered again and again.

His eyes were wild, like a stallion's when it has caught a mare and is ready to mount. Frantically he tried to half turn so that his hands could grasp at the edge of the vanity surrounding the sink. Then he braced himself, gasping for air and thrusting his pelvis forward as Robin settled to fondle and caress his blazing dick. "Aaaagh… no… please!" He hoped she wouldn't take his cries as broken pleas to stop. Never in his wildest dreams had anything felt so good, the way her fingers pulled on his pebble-like balls while her other fingers stroked back and forth along his pulsing, throbbing cock, almost driving him insane.

"Any little girls done this to you?" she asked, her voice far away and a veiled mist covering her eyes as they focused on his cock.

"N-N-No."

"They will." She gathered the tight skin and closed her fist around the cylinder-like prick, clenching and moving it downward to the base to hold it there while the little pink dome pulsed and quivered in ecstasy. "That feels good, doesn't it?"

"Great." He was out of breath, and he wasn't doing a thing.

She clutched the tiny balls which were showing signs of swelling, pushing them back, a sigh breaking through her lips as the boy obligingly widened his thighs to give her more room. "That's it," she whispered, a little globule of cum bunting suddenly from the little eye at the end of the straining cock.

He jerked uncontrollably at the pressure of her hand, another droplet of cum edging out of the tiny hole. He was breathing heavily and, try as he might, he couldn't keep his eyes away from her tits, which seemed even larger as they pressed themselves against the thin material of her blouse. Her thighs, too, now that her skirt was riding high as she crouched below him, seemed strangely erotic and filled him with lust.

"You made him beautifully hard for me, didn't you, Steve?"

He hadn't, of course, but the suggestion made him shiver. He wished she would rub his cock again instead of just forcing it to reach and strain. He tried to pull back for some relief, but her hold on his balls would give him no leeway. "Ooooh…" he groaned.

"Yes, he's very excited." Her eyes were but a few inches from the churning young cock. "Would you like me to kiss him?" The pointed projectile-like head of the boyish prick was inviting and exciting. She ran her tongue around her full, sensuous lips, knowing the urge was irresistible, but not wanting to turn the boy off. "Would you?" she asked dreamily.

"Mnnnn…" He wasn't sure what a kiss on his boiling cock would achieve. He was almost coming and he wondered if she knew.

She took his murmur as approval and opened her mouth wide. So wide that when she moved forward, the cock was right in before she realized it. Then she closed her lips, the silky strands of thin crotch hair around the base of the little cock tickling her lips momentarily. But then her tongue raised itself hungrily to cradle the throbbing prong, hesitating for a moment as the boy shook almost completely out of control. A moment later and the tongue was washing over the pulsing cone-like head, licking around the ridge which was barely distinguishable from the remainder of the little shaft, and she fought to contain the boy who was thrusting and jerking in a series of sudden convulsions.

His knuckles where he held onto the edge of the vanity were bone white. Never had he experienced such fantastic joy. Not even his wildest fantasies had ever given him such exquisite bliss and he tried to hold on, but knowing the mounting tension in his balls was ready to explode. "No… please… Robin…"