Did You Ever Have One of Them Days Ch. 02
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With input by IrishLass he keeps saying ‘Soon’). Third, I graduated from high school and had started taking classes at the local university. And fourth, I’d moved into her bedroom so we could make love anytime we felt like it. Though we frequently made love in other rooms, like right now…
“Ohhhhhhhhh… this is exactly what I need in the morning,” she murmured as she wrapped her hands behind my head and pulled me tighter against her chest.
“I couldn’t agree more,” I mumbled from the valley between her 34DD tits as an image of the two of us formed in my head. We were sitting in the kitchen and had been getting ready for breakfast when we both seemed to have the same idea. Without a word, she’d lifted her skirt to reveal she wasn’t wearing any panties as I’d slipped my pants and boxers down my legs.
Her 5-foot, 8-inch frame instantly straddled my lap and she’d lowered herself onto my waiting shaft. Her brown eyes seemed to be ablaze when I looked up at her and she pulled the pins from her hair so it hung over her shoulders. She seemed light as a feather yet I knew she weighed around 140lb which seemed perfect for the rest of her 26-inch waist and 36-inch hips. To make things even better, if that were possible, one of my friends had once told me she looked like a porn star named Becki Bandini.
The moment she’d embedded me deep inside of her, I’d grabbed her hips while she grabbed my shoulder with one hand and used the other to open her blouse to reveal a black, half-cup, shelf bra.
“Give it to me deep,” she whispered in my ear as she lowered herself until her clit pressed against the hair of my groin.
“Arrrggghhhhh,” I groaned. “How did I ever get so lucky to have a slut like you for a step-mother?”
“Mmmmmmm, I don’t know. I think I’m the lucky one,” she replied as she lifted from my lap, clenching the muscles of her pussy until my cock felt like it was inside a warm, velvety vise.
I thought back to the day we’d become lovers, a small grin forming on my face. Before that day, she’d been an ‘A-number-1 bitch’ in my mind. It seemed there was nothing I could to please her. That morning I’d been running late for school and she’d caught me jacking off in the shower. She instantly made it quite plain that I was done with whatever I was doing because she had to get ready for an important meeting. Later that day, I’d found my girlfriend wrapped in the arms of her ex-boyfriend making out in the school parking lot. That led to a fight, which I lost, and to me being suspend. But the event that caused us to become lovers was when I got home to find her bent over the kitchen table, her skirt up over her ass and her tits hanging out waiting for one of her clients to fuck her from behind. Apparently that had been the important meeting she was been talking about earlier. Just thinking about it made my cock lurch inside her.
“Ohhhhhhhh… that feels so good. Every time we make love it seems better than the time before,” she purred.
“She’s right,” I thought to myself as I felt my shaft slide into her warm, wet tunnel.
In the beginning, we’d been unsure of what each other liked and we had an awkward period. But now, there was almost nothing we didn’t know about each other and each other’s bodies. In fact, we’d become so comfortable with each other that it was nothing unusual for my step-mom to mount me and fuck me before she left for work, just like she was doing now. The added thrill for me was knowing it meant she was going to work with a load of my cum deep inside of her or dripping down her nylon-clad legs.
“Your father would never let me do this,” she sighed, bringing me back to the moment. “He was a good lover in his own way but he always had to be in control. This just feels so good to have your cock buried inside of me.”
“I love the feel of your pussy sliding up on down on my rod,” I grunted. “If I had my way I’d start every day for the rest of my life like this.”
“You mean it?” she asked.
“Yep,” I replied.
Our lips instantly met in a long, passionate kiss.
“I’d like that too,” she said as she pulled away and clenched her pussy muscles along the length of my shaft.
“You get me so fucking horny when you do that,” I croaked.
“I’m… glad… you… like… it,” she moaned, her words matching the tempo of her thrusts and her tits bouncing in front of my face.
It was then that I became aware of the wet, squishy sound filtering up from between us. Instinctively, I looked down and was rewarded by the sight of my cock disappearing into her pussy, a foamy mass slowly appearing at the base.
“I feel like such a whore,” she gasped. “I never imagined I’d want my step-son’s cock in me like this. But now I can’t imagine being without it,” she finished as she slid a hand muğla escort between us and tickled her clit.
The sight of her playing with herself was more than I could handle and I grabbed her hips, tighter, driving my hips upwards to meet hers.
“Ohhhhhhhh, so fucking good. Don’t stop, baby. Whatever you do please don’t stop,” she moaned as her climax drew closer.
I bit my lower lip as I felt my balls pull upwards and a warm sensation run through me groin. “Gonna cum soon,” I grunted.
“Do it. Fill me with your cum. Make me cum… ohmigod… ohmigod… ohmigod… too,” she gasped as her body tensed and she leaned forward, crushing her clit against me while taking my cock as far as possible inside her. It was like a thunderbolt surged through her body. She trembled and quivered above me, the whole time clenching and unclenching the muscles of her tunnel.
Instinctively, my hand dropped to her butt and the index finger of my right hand found the opening to her little brown hole. I could feel it spasming and waited until it relaxed before pressing the finger in to the first knuckle.
“OHMIGOD, FUCK ME. FILL YOUR SLUT’S CUNT WITH YOUR CUM,” she wailed as she tensed and rocketed off into another orgasm.
I loved to watch her cum. Her eyes looked like fireballs, and her nostrils flared. Her skin had a sheen on it from her sweat and she pressed her body against mine until it felt as if we were one. But most of all, I loved the fact that it was my cock that was making her cum and my cum that was going to fill her.
The sight of her body, the sound of our flesh slapping against each other, and the aroma of her arousal overwhelmed any chance I had of holding back the boiling sensation in my groin. “Cummmiiinngg, too,” I groaned in a deep guttural tone as my cum surged up the length of my shaft and erupted inside her waiting core.
For the briefest of moments, I thought of my father and wondered what he’d think of the fact that Janice and I were lovers but the thought quickly dissolved as I saw the look of pleasure on her face.
“Ohhhhhhh,” she whimpered as she felt strand after strand of my cum slash against her inner walls until it coated them. “I love the feel of your cum filling me,” she whispered into my ear as she leaned forward, pressing her tits against my chest.
I hesitated knowing what I wanted to say and wondering if now was the right time to say the words that had been filling my thoughts for weeks. Finally, in a voice so soft I was afraid she wouldn’t hear me I whispered, “I love you.” Instantly, her body tensed and I thought I had said the wrong thing. That is until I felt our combined juices leak from her slit and puddle in my lap as she had a mini-orgasm just from hearing my words.
“Are you sure?” she asked, her head resting on my shoulder. “Or is it just this you love?” she finished as she tightened her pussy around my dwindling shaft.
“I’ve thought about it a lot and I have to admit in the beginning what I felt was just the sex but now,” I emphasized as I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her tight against me, “it’s much more.”
“If you’re absolutely sure…”
“Then don’t come home until dinner time. I need to do something special after I get home,” she finished as she climbed off my lap, a look of contentment covering her face. “But right now, I need to clean up,” she giggled as a stream of our juices ran down her nylon-clad legs. “And get ready for work.”
“Are you sure? I don’t have any classes today. Maybe you can call in sick or something.”
“As much as I’d like to” she said in a low, seductive voice, “I need to make some money to pay the bills this month. Your father still hasn’t sent any money and I can’t keep waiting on his promises. Besides,” she said as she gently ran her fingernails along my inner thigh, “if I stay home it will ruin tonight’s surprise.”
“Okay,” I said as I stood up, the puddle of our juices now running down my legs. “But what do you think of the idea of sharing the shower?” I asked, an impish grin on my face.
“You are impossible,” she laughed as she headed down the hallway and into the bathroom.
Moments later, I heard the sound of running water in the shower, The thought of water running over her voluptuous body instantly made my cock twitch. “I better get out of here,” I mumbled to myself as I went to the room I now shared with her and dressed.
Forty-five minutes later, I was seated in the university library. The rest of the morning, and afternoon seemed to disappear as I gathered information for an upcoming assignment and it was only the alarm on my watch that let me know it was time to head home.
The house was dark when I entered except for a soft, flickering light escort muğla coming from the kitchen. Like a moth to a flame I followed and found her sitting at the kitchen table.
“Welcome home, baby,” she purred in a deep sultry voice as she stood and walked towards me. She was dressed in a sheer black peignoir, with a red, satin shelf-bra and matching panties underneath. To add to the vision she had on a red, satin garter-belt, flesh-toned nylons, black, 4-inch, high-heels, and a black choker around her neck. “Like what you see?” she asked as she spun around to give me a complete look at her.
“Absolutely,” I replied as I reached for her.
She slid away deftly and moved back towards the table. “First things first, sweetie. Take a seat and I’ll get dinner for you.”
That was when I finally noticed the candles on the table and the soft, throbbing music in the background. “What’s goin’ on?”
“You’ll find out,” she answered sensuously as she lifted the cover off a platter to reveal over two dozen steamed oysters. “Eat up. You’re gonna need them before the night’s over.”
I scooped six onto my plate and was surprised when she poured me a glass of a deep-red wine. “Okay, what’s up? Every time I’ve tried to take a drink you’ve said I was too young.”
Taking a seat next to mine, she leaned forward revealing the deep crevice of her cleavage. “That was before. I know you’re only 18 but in many ways you’ve proven that you’re far more mature than men twice your age.”
“Really,” she replied as she scooped out an oyster and fed it to me. “That’s why I planned this night.”
“What about my dad?”
“I think this will answer that question,” she answered as she lifted the lid of a second platter to reveal a pile of papers, “DECREE OF DIVORCE” boldly printed on the top page.
“So you and my dad…?”
“There is no more me and your dad. I decided ‘enough was enough’ and filed weeks ago. Apparently, he’s not contesting the divorce and sent the signed paperwork back right away.”
“Wow. Did he say anything about me?”
“Nope, not a word. I guess he decided to make a clean break of everything now that you’re old enough to be on your own.”
A mixture of emotions overwhelmed me: anger, frustration, sadness, depression… but none more than the excitement when I thought about Jan and I being together from now own. “So you and I…?”
“I guess that depends,” she replied as she sat on the edge of the table and crossed her legs.
“Depends on what?”
“What do you mean?”
She became serious before she replied. “Did you mean it when you said you loved me? I mean, I’m almost ten years older than you.”
“I’m sure. I fell for you almost as soon as my dad brought you home. Not that you made it easy when you went through your ‘bitchy’ stage.”
“Sorry about that.” She blushed as she replied.
I replied, “As for your age, that’s part of what I find the most appealing. Honestly, I’ve had enough of young girls after what Jenny pulled on me. Now, I want a woman that I can enjoy life with.”
She hesitated as if battling within herself before continuing. “In that case…,” she began as she lifted the covers off the last three platters on the table. On the first was an open plastic box with a large round piece of rolled rubber-like material that looked almost like an over-sized condom. On the second was a container that I knew held her birth control pills and on the third was a box of condoms I’d had hidden (or so I thought) in my bedroom. “… what do we do with these? They’re every form of birth control we have in the house. If you want, we can keep them OR we can get rid of them. The choice is yours.”
I stared at them and imagined a life with her without any ‘protection’ and the possibility of getting her pregnant. “What do you want?” I asked, always trying to be a gentleman.
“If I didn’t know what I wanted I wouldn’t have brought them out for you to decide,” she answered, matter-of-factly.
“Okay. What’s that thing?” I asked pointing to the rolled circle.
“That’s a diaphragm. It’s kinda like a condom but the woman puts it inside herself.”
“In the garbage,” I replied.
“Mmmmmmm, I like the sound of that,” she purred as she walked to the garbage can, her hips swaying, and dropped it in.
“And what about these?” she asked holding up the container of birth control pills when she’d returned to the table.
“I said get rid of them.”
“I’m liking this even more,” she sighed as she walked to the garbage and dropped them in.
When she turned back towards me I could see just how much she was liking my decisions by the way her nipples protruded on the front muğla escort bayan of her peignoir.
“That only leaves these,” she said as she held up the box of condoms.
“Mmmmm, maybe we should keep those around,” I teased.
“Okay,” she whispered, in a disappointed tone.
“Or better yet, why not just get rid of them too since neither of us really wants them around?”
“You’re absolutely sure?” she asked, her face beaming.
“Absolutely,” I replied as I silently followed her to the garbage can and watched her drop the box in. The instant it was in the garbage, I wrapped her in my arms.
“Eeeekkkkk,” she squealed. “You surprised me.”
“I’m gonna do more than that,” I said as I leaned forward and kissed the nape of her neck.
“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned. “You know how turned on that gets me.”
“Yep,” I whispered into her ear while at the same time reaching around in front of her, untying her robe. “I also know how turned on you get me when you wear clothes like this,” I finished as I gently pushed the robe off her shoulders and tenderly kissed the newly exposed flesh.
“Ohhhhhhhhh, you’re giving me goose bumps.”
“It looks like you’re getting bumps somewhere else too,” I teased as I slid my hand inside her gown, caressing her breasts and rock-hard nipples.
“Yesssss,” she said, breathlessly, as she released the hold she had on her robe allowing it to flow down her arms and pool at her feet.
I wanted her there and then but knew that tonight needed to be different from any other night up to that time. By getting rid of all the barriers to her becoming pregnant we’d made a commitment to each other, a life-long commitment; to be friends, lovers, partners, and should the chance ever arise, to become husband and wife. But while I was thinking of the future she was thinking of right now which is why I was taken by surprise when I felt her hand slide between us and rub my hardening cock.
“I love the feel of it. So warm and hard. It almost feels like a piece of warm metal,” she moaned.
“Just like I love the feel of these,” I replied as I caressed her tits. “So soft, I just can’t keep my hands off them,” I finished as I noticed our reflections in the kitchen window causing my cock to twitch and throb. “Buuuttttttt… there is something else I enjoy just as much,” I continued as I turned her around and dropped to my knees.
“Ohhhhhh, you naughty boy,” she moaned.
I lightly rubbed her legs from her ankles, to her calves, over her thighs and then to the junction between her legs. Instinctively, she spread her legs and reveled, to my surprise, that her panties were crotchless, causing my heart to race at the sight.
The outer lips of her pussy were deep red and swollen like the petals of an exotic flower. In contrast, her inner lips were pale pink with a layer of dew-like moisture covering them. Gently, I pried her lips apart and slid two fingers inside her while using my thumb to massage her clit.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she sighed, breathlessly.
Taking my cue from her reaction, I leaned forward and lightly kissed the hairy triangle above her cleft.
“Yessssss,” she hissed as she placed her hands on my head and pushed her mound against me. “Soooooooo gooooddddd,” she exhaled as she leaned back against the counter and spread her legs wider.
Instantly, my tongue slid lower and found her aroused clit. It had grown to the size of a pistachio nut and stuck out from under its protective cover. I sucked it into my mouth and felt her legs weaken and tremble.
“Ohmigod, I love it when you do that,” she sighed as she thrust her pussy against my face while tightening her hold on my head to keep from collapsing. “Soooo goood. But right now I wanna do you,” she purred pulling me to my feet.
The instant I was standing, she unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my shoulders, followed immediately by my tee-shirt being pulled over my head. Afterwards, she knelt in front of me and unfastened my belt and unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the floor. My cock pressed against the thin material of my boxer-briefs trying to get free. Instead, she rubbed her ruby-red fingernails over the bulge and over my thighs. I couldn’t help but quiver at the touch.
“Mmmmmmmmm,” she murmured as she leaned forward and kissed the bulge leaving a red lipstick mark on the material.
Once again my cock lurched and strained against the material and for a second I honestly wondered if my cock was going to rip the material. Not that I need to wait to find out because she slid her hands into the elastic of the briefs and pulled them down to my ankles.
“Yesssssssss,” she hissed as my cock sprang out pointing directly at her face.
Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t have one of those ‘porn star’ cocks that everyone talks about. Usually, it’s only about 6-7 inches long and big enough for my index finger and thumb to get around but that day it looked huge. It looked like it was at least 8 inches long and when she wrapped her hand around it her hand seemed small in comparison.
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