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Click hereAndy sat down and his whole world seemed to crash down on him as he slumped down in embarrassment, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do it. I heard you and was curious. I ..."
"Shhhhhh," Carol whispered as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him towards her until his head rested on her shoulder. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have been doing what I was doing. It's only natural for a young man to react the way you did."
"But you're my step-mom! What the hell was I thinking? I'm so sorry."
Still holding him close Carol began to lightly stroke the back of Andy's head as she felt something lightly bump against her leg. Barely pulling away she looked down between them and noticed the twitching bulge in the front of his robe. "Could it possibly be that he was as excited by her as she was of him?" she wondered. "Now, Andy. The first thing you need to remember is that I am your step-mom, NOT your mother, so the taboo about that type of relationship doesn't really apply. Second, I happen to be at my prime in regards to sexual needs and so things like what happened tonight do occasionally take place. And third, you need to realize that what happened is perfectly natural considering the circumstances. You're a virile young man with ALL the needs and desires that come with that age," she said as she slowly laid her hand on the bulge she had seen.
Instantly Andy's cock began to harden even more as he felt Carol's hand on it. "Ohhhh, my god, that feels so good," Andy sighed.
"Mmmmm, do you like the feel of my hand playing with the bulge in the front of your robe? Does it get you turned on and make your cock nice and hard when I do this?" she whispered as she began to lightly run her fingernails along the length of the still hidden shaft.
A shiver ran up and down Andy's back before settling in his groin as Carol began to stroke his cock.
"Or maybe you'd like this better," she whispered seductively as she slid her hand beneath the robe and pushed his track shorts down so she could wrap her hand around his fully exposed cock.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, Carol. Oh shit. That feels so fucking good. But if you don't stop I'm gonna cum all over your hand!"
"And just what's wrong with that? I love the feel of a man's cum in my hands. It's so warm and thick. In fact," she whispered as she pulled her robe open to expose her breasts, "I like to take it and rub it all over my tits afterwards because it makes them feel so good. I read once that cum stimulates the hormones in a woman and can cause her tits to grow larger and her pussy to get wetter than other women. What do you think?" she asked as she took his hand and placed it on her tit.
Andy was no longer able to control his body as he began to pump his cock in and out of Carol's hand. "I'm going to cum! Oh, fuck. I don't believe this. I'm going to cum all over your hand. Now ... oh god ... now ... fuck ... ARRRGGghhhhhhh!" he groaned as his cum shot up his cock and sprayed into Carol's cupped hand.
"That's it, Andy. Give me your cum. Give it to me. Fill my hand with it. Let me feel it filling my palm and slipping through my fingers." she purred as Andy's cum shot from his cock and into her hand. Then just as she'd said she lifted her hand and let his cum drip onto her tits before she slowly rubbed it in. "This feel so good; Mmmm, so warm and slick. And I bet it even ...," she whispered as she lifted her hand to her mouth, "tastes good too."
Overwhelmed by what had just happened, Andy sat and watched as she stuck her tongue out and tilted her hand letting his cum pool on her tongue before it ran off the tip and landed in the valley between her tits.
"Do you like what you see? Do you like seeing me rubbing your cum all over my tits and nipples? Just think, we can do this as much as we want as long as your father doesn't find out, so this will have to be our secret. You can't tell anyone. If you do we could be in trouble or even worse we'll never be able to do it again," she purred as she continued to rub his cum across her tits and distended nipples.
Andy couldn't believe what he was hearing, "You mean that we can do this again?"
"Again and again and again, just as long as we keep it our secret," Carol whispered. "And there is one other secret we need to keep. Do you know what that one is?" She continued as she wrapped the robe over her shoulders and tied the belt under her bust to allow her breasts to remain exposed to Andy.
Unsure of what she was talking about Andy sat on the bed not saying a word.
Finally, Carol reached down and took his hand in hers. "Years ago, when I got into modeling I changed my name for professional reasons. That being the case, I'm sure you understand that nobody can ever know that I'm your step-mom. More importantly your father can never know what I did for a living or that I'm the nude model for your photo class. Right?"
Andy nodded his head as he realized the trouble that both of them could be in should the truth ever be known.
"Ok," Carol said as she stood and walked to the door of Andy's room. "I'm glad we were able to take care of that situation and," she purred, "the problem before that. Just remember you can't tell anyone; absolutely no one. As long as it is our secret we can have all the fun we want, anytime we want, as long as your father isn't home, understand?"
Once more Andy nodded his head as Carol reached to turn off the light in his room. "Good night, kiddo. See you in the morning. Oh and one more thing, no more playing with yourself, from now on if you need any relief you just let your step-mom know and she'll take care of you," she called over her shoulder as she left the room.
The last thing that Andy saw before she disappeared from sight was her breasts as the light in the hallway seemed to reflect off of them. Her words still echoed in his head as he climbed under the covers of his bed and sleep overtook him while images of his step-mother floated through his dreams.
- COMMENTS
Knightofmind16 days agoI thought this was excellent and as for the question of category? I suppose it is a somewhat gray area though I should point out that it would be considered as such by polite society and as such is Taboo in the same way as relations between blood related family. Further, the story was hot, paced well, descriptive without being reductive and titillating without being gross (thick, veiny pork sword swollen and glistening squish mitton, huge milky white breasts blah, blah, blah).
I detest people who provide criticism without context and who quibble.
Example: a woman and a man are on a balcony. The man has longed for her for some time, though he believes she is unaware and doubts she would be receptive. The woman feels the same yet neither have ever had the courage, though they have been friends for years, but as they sit in the evening breeze enjoying the beautiful view of the festivities below on the boardwalk in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, their eyes lock and they both turn away with a blush for just a moment...
Then the man takes her like a stallion and she blows him three times and finally he cums in her ass, having taken her anal virginity and she cleans his cock without hesitation and their screams of passionate fucking echo down to the lovers passing along the evening street who cheer them on drunkenly.
Now, perhaps I have made spelling errors or grammatical errors. Perhaps one could categorize this story in Erotic Couplings or in Anal or even Exhibitionist & Voyeur but the constructive critic would point out the abrupt and unrealistic shift in tone mood, the deathless characters who were more like pastiche than paintings or the lack of the use of the setting, a description of the balcony or the room within or the circumstances that brought the two there. Certainly there is more.
Pointing out these things, kindly, but decidedly is constructive criticism. Pointing out errors in grammar or categorization or something like: " Ass to mouth? Weak sauce. Where's the lesbian anal fisting gnome parade or 'scaley' himbo dressed in a tootoo buggering the crowd while the ghost of the Queen of England pees all over everyone and Jill's off? Pshh . I stopped reading." This is not constructive criticism it is nitpicking. You aren't an editor. Your kinks aren't represented? Write your own story or read another.
Don't be rude.
Also, shame on you! The Queen! The nerve!
Anonymousover 9 years agogreat story, nice plot and the concept is solid, as for other comments about your writing skills and proofreading, I only saw one minor issue: " My measurements are 34DD-24-34 and 'Yes' for those who may be curious my breasts have been enhanced, thought only slightly." Just an inadvertant T added ... something spellcheck wouldn't catch
notanlinesonhartwellover 9 years agoI'm anxious to read the next chapter. Please keep it up!!
Ghostwalkerover 9 years agoAuthorI have no delusions of being the best writer nor do I have any problem taking criticism from one of my peers. But by peer I mean someone who has taken the time and effort to write and submit a story. I've seen many excellent writers on this site and even more "Armchair Critics" such as yourself who make comments about something you're too frightened to do.
You seem like a highly intellegent and eliquent writer, just no guts or it is no balls to stick your neck out and take criticism from other "Armchair Critics" such as yourself.
Nuff said.
Epiphany_Jonesover 9 years agoDeleting a post that points out things you need to fix ...doesn't fix them.
Here, let's keep you happy, shall we?
Wow, Ghostwalker. What a great story. You're a great writer. You never make mistakes. You never need to proof your stories before you post them, because you're such a brilliant writer. (/brown nose, /brown nose)
Don't worry about deleting this comment. I know you're going to, but I don't give a shit. I won't check back to see a response (pretty sure you won't respond), and I don't have anything else to say. You can try to forget my original comment. I don't give a shit about that either.
If you can't stand criticism, why not disable comments, like some of the other pussies who want to believe there's nothing wrong with how they write?
