"Their horny new mom" - читать интересную книгу автора (Allen Donna)

CHAPTER THREE

Marilyn became more frustrated as time went by. She loved being married and she loved Paul. He was a good sweet husband and he worked hard to give her and the boys everything they wanted. He insisted she bank her own salary. She didn't even mind Denise being there. She still didn't like the woman, but if her sister-in-law didn't bother her, she was tolerable.

What wasn't tolerable was being horny.

And that never subsided. By nature she wasn't a cheat. It never occurred to her to go out and find a lover. But she found herself strangely attracted to her step-sons and it bothered her.

One day it came to a head when she found herself home alone with Steve. After lunch in the kitchen, she teased him about his love-life.

"I'll bet all the girls at school are crazy about you," she smiled.

The boy wiggled around in his chair. "Aw, Marilyn, they are not."

She leaned across the table. "I thought you were going to call me mother."

He dimpled and her heart melted. "Mother."

She took his hand in hers. It was clumsy and limp. "You get embarrassed when I talk about sex, don't you?"

He snorted. "Sure."

"Why is that?"

"Aw, you know."

"I guess it's natural for you to be embarrassed." She pressed his hand in hers. "Boys your age are always thinking about sex, aren't you?"

Steve snickered. "Sure. You bet." He rolled his eyes.

Suddenly Marilyn found herself being carried away with the game. She shifted her chair closer to his. "Sometimes older women have affairs with young boys," she said.

His eyes widened. "Yeah?" His voice was husky and the smile disappeared from his face.

Marilyn's eyes blazed. Her heart beat in her chest. "Yes, Steve. Sometimes older women get frustrated even when they're married. Sometimes men aren't as interested in sex as women. That's bad in a marriage. A woman has nowhere to go."

"Jesus, Marilyn. I mean, Mom. I guess women have a rough time."

"Don't get the impression your father and I are not happy," she said quickly. "I love your father very much. And he loves me. But… well, nothing's perfect."

"Yeah, I know." He bit his lip, and averted his eyes. The adult world was so confusing.

"Sometimes women have affairs," Marilyn continued. "But some women don't want to sneak around so they make the best of things in their own home." Her eyes narrowed. "DO you know what I'm talking about, Steve?"

"I'm not sure."

"There's no wrong or right when it comes to sex," she said. "You should know that when you grow up. When it comes to sex-needs, there are no rules."

"Yeah, I see what you mean." He had no idea what she was talking about, but he didn't know what else to say.

"We're not really related, so it's not a sin," she said.

"Huh?"

"If we have sex, it's not a mortal sin because you're not really my son."

He worked his lips, but no words came out. He was totally confused and his cock felt funny. In that moment he realized he was becoming aroused by the conversation.

Marilyn placed the boy's hand on her cheek. She tried to picture his cock and balls. His face was flushed and she knew instinctively that his cock was turning hard.

"At the same time, I can help you. Boys your age don't get much experience. I can teach you so much. So much."

"Jesus, Marilyn!" Steve muttered. "Jesus Christ!"

Marilyn rose up. "Let's get into bed, honey," she said. "I'll teach you anything you want to learn and at the same time you'll help me. Come. Get up. Don't be nervous." She giggled. "No one else need know."

The teenager hesitated and with a ragged groan, Marilyn fell to her knees in front of him. "Here, I'll show you how good I can make you feel. Spread your legs."

The boy gazed into his stepmother's eyes. She looked prettier than ever and her eyes looked wild. He couldn't believe she was crouching between his legs and talking to him about sex. When she touched his thigh, he flinched. She wanted to get into bed with him!

Marilyn felt her step-son's legs tense up. She moved her fingers up his thigh until the tips were only an inch away from his crotch. The nervous expression on the boy's face made her tremble. But there was no turning back.

She seethed with excitement as she stroked his inner thighs through his jeans. She wanted to yank his zipper down and reach inside his shorts and jeans for his prick. But she forced herself not to go too fast. As much as she wanted to throw herself against him, she restrained herself. It wouldn't do to frighten him off. She wanted him to fuck her, to plow his cock into her horny cunt and make her come again and again and again. And frightening him would be counterproductive.

"May I unzip your fly?" she said in a soft voice. Her heart pounded in her chest and her tits heaved. What if he objected? "Do your girlfriends suck your cock?" she said quickly.

"Once in a while," he said, his voice husky and deep.

"And do you like it?" she said. She giggled. "What a silly question. Of course you like it. All boys like it. But tell me. Do they let you come in their mouth?"

"Aw, Jesus!" he muttered.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." She rubbed her cheek against, his thigh. "I'm sorry. Don't answer that unless you want to."

Okay.

She kneaded his flesh. The bulge between his legs throbbed. She smiled. "We could both use it, couldn't we?"

"I guess so," he mumbled.

The horny step-mother moved one hand to his crotch. She touched his prick and with her other hand she rubbed his thighs. She watched his face. He closed his eyes and groaned with pleasure when she fondled his cockhead through the denim of his jeans.

She felt the teenager's dick jerk as her fingers probed his boy-flesh. Her pussy throbbed when she stroked him. She bent closer and leaned her check on his leg.

She felt the length of his prick. It was big. She felt around for his balls. They were big too. Her mouth actually watered. His nuts were filling with sweet-cream. How she wanted to drink it down!

The boy's body stiffened. His back barely touched the chair. He leaned forward, his lips quivering and beads of perspiration erupting on his forehead.

He sucked in his breath when she tuned at his zipper. When it was open, she gazed inside his fly, breathless with excitement. Her fingers shook when she reached inside. The wickedness and depravity of the act no longer entered her mind. All that mattered was the fire between her legs that ached to be distinguished.

"Does this feel good?" she said. At that moment she touched his naked prick.

"Oh, shit, yeah!"

"I'll bet you never thought when your dad and I got married that I'd ever have my hands on your cock." She sighed. "Life is so strange. Do your balls ache, Steve? My pussy does. Shall I take your cock out? I'd like to do that."

He said nothing, but he grunted and nodded and she unbuckled his belt and reached inside his fly with both hands. She grabbed his prick in one hand and his balls in the other. She brought them out into the air and gazed at them lovingly.

Gently squeezing his jism-filled nuts, she held his shaft in her fist. Steve's breathing was ragged and he stared at her with frightened eyes when she tugged his shorts and jeans off his ass.

"Don't be frightened," she whispered. He lifted his ass and she pulled his clothes down to his thighs.

She devoured him with her eyes and he sat very still, almost afraid to breathe. He stared at her solemnly, grinning when she told him what a lovely cock he had.

"It's really very big," she said. "Honest, Steve. If I close my eyes, I'd never know it belonged to a boy your age. It's very mature looking."

"Jesus, Marilyn, honest?"

She ignored the fact that he called her Marilyn instead of mother. Under the circumstances, it didn't really matter. In fact calling her mother would have been perverted.

"Steve, dear, you are going to be one cocksman when you grow up," she said. Her eyes glittered and she blew him a kiss. "With your equipment, you can't miss."

She squeezed his prick-shaft and caressed his balls. "When's the last time you jerked off?" she said.

He blushed. "Last night."

"I thought so," she mused. "Boys your age jerk off at least once a day, don't they?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Sometimes twice." Marilyn's pussy tingled with excitement.

The teenager's prick pulsated in her hand. He groaned.

"It hurts," he said.

"Does it, now," Marilyn giggled. "Are you trying to tell me something?"

"Jeez, it aches!"

She squeezed his cockhead. "Have you ever dreamed about this happening?" she said.

"When did you first dream about it?"

"When Dad first brought you home."

"You mean the night I came to dinner?"

"Yes that time."

"You fantasized about my touching you like this that early?"

He snickered. "Sure. Mark too."

"Did Mark tell you that?"

"Sure. We talked about it a lot."

"You never said anything to your father, did you?"

"Hell, no."

"Or your aunt?"

"I'd never tell Aunt Denise something like that. She'd kill me."

"Thank God," she murmured. "Stand up now. I can't reach you like this."

The boy got to his feet. His knees shook and his arms hung limply at his sides. He gazed down at her, breathing through his mouth while his stepmother pulled his shorts and jeans down to his feet.

"Step out of these," she said and the boy picked his feet up and let her tug his clothes off.

"I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks?" she teased, pursing her lips and bring them close to his cock-tip.

He grinned. "Why don't you find out?"

"You're getting pretty bold, young man," she smiled, licking her lips and gazing up at him through heavily lidded eyes.

She held his cockroot in her hand and beat the tip of his cock back so she could fit it into her mouth. She pressed her hungry lips around the flared rim of his knob and the boy groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair.

"It's delicious," she mumbled, rubbing her moist lips up and down his blue-veined shaft.

"I can't believe this is happening," he said. She flicked her tongue over his cock-tip and licked up the juice oozing out. "It's no dream, if that's what you mean," she said. "It's really happening, honey, and if you don't believe it I'll pinch you."

She pinched his cockhead and the boy moaned. She wrapped her fingers around his cockshaft and began pumping it. She sucked his cockhead into her mouth while she frigged him. Her fingers streaked up and down, from the flared rim under his knob to his balls.

The boy held onto her ears. Marilyn released his dick and it snapped up against his belly. She smiled up at him, showing him the drops of spunk nestled inside her tongue.

She held his balls and returned her lips to his cockhead. She suctioned the tip and coaxed a few more drops of jizz out of his knob. She lifted his nuts in her hand and dragged her fingernails over the delicate eggs.

"Will you suck me off?" he said. "Do you want me to?"

"Shit, yeah, I sure do."

"Can you get hard again?"

"Yeah, I do it all the time."

He looked so eager, Marilyn melted. His eyes pleaded and he loosened his grip on her ears. "I was planning on going to bed together," she said. "You haven't even seen me naked yet."

"You mean you're gonna let me see you?" She giggled. "How did you think we were going to get into bed? Fully dressed?"

"I guess I never really thought about it. Oh, Jesus, you're jerking me off! Oh, Jesus Christ!"

He clenched his teeth when she pumped his prick. He swayed back and forth and she took his cockhead back into her mouth. If it was true that he could get hard again, she had no compunction about sucking him off. She loved the taste of jism and was curious to know if a boy Steve's age tasted different from a grown man.

Not that she'd had that much experience sucking off grown men. Paul didn't let hero it often. When he agreed to let her suck him, most of the time he made her get a towel and he shot off in the towel.

Now her pussy lubricated as she sucked Steve's dick halfway down her throat. She wanted the boy's cock in her gash, but it was a turn-on just thinking about how it would feel. She wondered if he was experienced enough to give her a good reaming. Boys his age usually didn't know much. But she could teach him. That was the nice thing about being the authority figure. He would listen to her.

She took his cock all the way into her throat, until his cockhead tickled her windpipe. She held onto his balls and worked her tongue over his stiff, excited pole.

At intervals she took him into first one cheek and then the other and then back into her throat. She knew he'd never had a blowjob this good. Girls his age were usually reluctant to do more than lick a boy's cock. Briefly.

Somewhere in the back of her mind was the memory of when she first sucked a boy's dick. She'd been just a little girl and she and the boy had climbed into the back seat of his car. Her father had found them that way and she'd gotten the spanking of her life.

She sucked gluttonously on Steve's prick turned on by the memory of the spanking. Her father had taken her over his lap and pulled her panties down. He had used his hand on her bare butt and had left the imprint of his fingers.

For years she repressed the rest. But after a dozen blows, she had climaxed. Her father fondled her pussy for a long time and gave her another orgasm. After that he told her to go to her room and they never discussed it again.

The memory so excited her that she bit down hard on Steve's cock-root.

"I'm coming!" he gasped.

His balls exploded and a howl of passion escaped his throat. Marilyn sucked hungrily on his prick and thought about how good her father's fingers had felt on her cunt so many years ago.