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Note: All the usual disclaimers apply; don't read this if you don't like
sex stories. This is a true story. The names have been changed, but
everything else is true. This is my first attempt at writing a sex
story. Comments and criticisms are welcome: <thursday@altavista.net>.

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Maudlin Stepmother (true)

My father married Vickie when I was 13 years old. Vickie made her living
as a psychologist, and over the years it became apparent that she was
living proof that people who pursue careers in psychology are often the
people who need psychological help the most. Vickie enjoyed drinking
wine and was prone to generally drink too much of it, not knowing her
limits, and becoming falling down drunk.

She was also prone, during her more inebriated moments, to become quite
amorous, slipping her tongue into the mouths of unsuspecting male
houseguests when kissing them goodbye after a dinner party. Even when
sober, Vickie was inclined to sexually inappropriate behavior--exposing
her breasts to me and my sister, making out with my father at the dinner
table, disussing sex--all of which would have been fine, although
possibly in bad taste, had the audience not been a 13 yearold boy and an
11-year old girl. She also generally wore low cut knit dresses, which
could easily be lowered to display as much of her ample chest as she
desired. Also, she and my father both enjoyed lounging about the house
in the evenings wearing heavy bathrobes tied at the front with a loose
belt. Vickie frequently needed to readjust her robe, as her breasts
would often inexplicably be freed from their terrycloth encasements for
anyone sitting at the proper angle--usually me--to see. These
adjustments would be accomplished by her standing up, opening the robe
wide, briefly exposing her breasts and the top of her shaved mound, and
rapidly closing it again. For me, the frequent displays of exhibitionism
on the part of my stepmother were simultaneously disturbing and
arousing. I would often return home to my mother's house after a weekend
visit to Dad & Vickie's to masturbate to the thought of her breasts.


Vickie was in her forties, five feet even, with big cheerleader hair.
She was deeply tanned, and usually wore gaudy, low cut dresses. Her most
notable assets were her breasts which, to my estimation were 36D or DD.
She was really quite proud of them and would show them off as often as
she could.

The first hint that something sexual might happen between me and Vickie
came one evening when I was 17. My father, Vickie, my sister, and I had
sailed to Angel Island their sailboat, and were walking around the old
dilapidated buildings one night after dinner on the boat. Vickie was
already fairly drunk, and was getting drunker sipping wine out of the
large coffee cup she had brought with her. We had somehow paired off so
that my father and sister were walking ahead of us, and Vickie and I
were about 20 feet behind them, trudging through the sandy maze of
trails around the old hospital on the island. At some point, I tripped
and reached out to Vickie to steady myself and I wound up with my hand
firmly grasping her left ass cheek. When I regained my balance, I left
my hand there and we continued walking, and she slipped her hand into my
back pocket. Vickie was considerably shorter than I--at 5', she was a
full foot shorter than I, and due to the uneven terrain, it was
difficult to keep my hand grasping her rear end, so I reluctantly took
it away as we headed back to the dinghy to go back to the boat. Once
back on the boat, Vickie, my sister and I  sat in the cockpit and talked
while my father made up the beds in the boat. I was sitting next to
Vickie, and her large, 36D right breast was smashed against my arm,
which she was holding in her lap. I began to caress her inner
thighs--she encouraged me by opening her legs--but we were interrupted
by my father coming up and announcing bedtime.

Nothing happened for several months, aside from the occasional french
kiss goodbye until one night at dinner when Vickie was especially drunk.
We were sitting at the table--Vickie, my father, his business partner,
and I--when, suddenly, I felt Vickie's hand on my leg. My father & his
partner got up to clear the table and do the dishes--he was quite a neat
freak--and Vickie & I remained at the table, out of site of the kitchen.
I poured Vickie some more wine at her request, and she said:
"Let me give you a thank you kiss."

"OK," I said, leaning in for the kiss.

And she kissed me, immediatly slipping her tongue between my lips. With
this, she reached into my lap and started rubbing my alreay hard cock
through my pants. This went on for about 2 minutes until my father came
back announcing dessert.

Again, there was a dry spot, save for the occasional tongue slips
kissing me goodbye, and frequent reference to "Mrs. Robinson" until a
few months later, when I was at Dad & Vickie's house to replace the
engine in my car. It was a Friday night, and we had hired a guy I knew
to help us replace it. At about 7:00, we realized we needed a part we
didn't have, and Dad left to go get it; the nearest auto parts store was
an hour away--they lived in a small coastal town far from civilazation.
Shortly after Dad left, my friend announced he was leaving too; he
hadn't been feeling well, and since Dad was gone, he just decided to
split.
I went inside and found that Vickie had already begun drinking--she was
just slightly drunk, not falling down drunk at all. We were chaatting
about this and that, when she said, "this Mrs. Robinson stuff has to
stop."

I said something like, "oh, well, that's ok, whatever you want." Very
pathetic, indeed. With that, she moved farther away from me on the
couch, and poured some more wine. We continued chatting and decided to
watch some TV. She picked up the TV listings from the newspaper, and
beckoned me over so we could both read it.

As I sat down next to her, my right knee brushed against her left knee,
and she instantly turned toward me and began kissing me. My hands
immediatly went for her breasts, and she began rubbing my cock through
my pants.

About a minute later, she said "we have to stop."

"OK," I said, pushing her back and leaning in for another kiss. As I did
so, I put my hand between her knees and reached back toward the tops of
her thighs, glancing past her coarse pubic hair--she wasn't wearing any
underwear--as I did so.

"Stay out of there" she muttered as she reached back into my lap for my
cock.

I resumed my fondling of her 36D breasts while we continued to make out.
I started to try to pull her dress off her shoulders, but it wouldn't
go; it had to be pulled off her from the bottom up.

"Why don't you go up and put on your robe?" I suggested.

She returned a moment later wearing just her robe. She sat down next to
me again and took a sip of wine. She offered me some, and while I was
drinking from her glass, she said, "I don't think we should go any
further with this." I agreed, and as we leaned back onto the sofa, our
knees touched again, and she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me
in to kiss her again. She immediatly resumed the rubbing of my cock
through my pants, and began trying following its length from the tip to
as far down to the base as she could. Meanwhile, I was now fondling her
bare breast--robes provide remarkably easy access. As I began circling
her nipple with my fingers, she went for my belt, quickly undoing it,
and unbotting the buttons of my jeans.

As she did so, I broke our kiss and leaned into her cleavage, taking her
right nipple in my mouth and sucking it between my teeth. She surprised
my my nearly yelling "oh God!!" at the top of her lungs. I left her
breast and kissed her again, and she suddenly grabbed the top of my
jeans and briefs and in one deft motion pulled them off of me and over
my engorged 7 inch cock, which, by now, was colored a deep purple and
nearly throbbing. We continued kissing as she pumped her small hand up
and down the shaft of my cock. I returned to sucking on her nipples, and
her strokes on my cock became much faster.

"Stop," I cried. "I'm about to cum if you don't stop.

With that, she slid off the couch and knelt between my legs and, holding
my cock in one hand, she began to lick my tortured penis from the very
bast to the tip, cliding her tongue into the slit at the tip, drinking
up the pre-cum which was lubricating my cockhead. She then took the top
third of my dick into her mouth and sucked with wild abandon wile
pumping the base of my shaft with her hand. Sadly for me--this was the
best blowjob I'd ever had--I began to cum about a minute later. She
pulled my dick out of her mouth and continued to pump it with her hand,
whild my semen spurt onto her chest and face.

I got up, my still-hard cock smacking her in the forehead--and picked
her up by the armpits and literally threw her onto the coffee table. I
pushed her onto her back and pushed her legs apart while pulling her
closer to the edge of the bable. I knelt before her 47 year old pussy
and admired the beauty that it was. Her brown pubic hair was shaved into
a neat vertical strip at the top, and her glorious lips were hot and
puffy and wet. I nosed in for a closer look and began slowly tracing her
lips with my tongue. As I did this, I reached up to her breasts and
rolled her bipples between my thumbs and forefingers while continung to
lick first her outer and then inner lips. I soon moved up to lick and
suck her clit while inserting first one and then two fingers into her
incredibly wet pussy. With each lick her breatting seemed to increase,
and her moans were getting louder, until I was sure that they could hear
us across the Pacific in China. She came violently, holding my face
between her legs for what seemed like about 10 minutes.

I crawled next to her on the coffee table and we kissed gently for a few
minutes. I got up from the coffee table and squated before her juicy
cunt on the end of the low coffee table. I put my cock on top of her
furry srtip of pubic hair, and her eyes, which had been closed, popped
wide open. I began to pump back and forth through her pubic hair when
she said, "oh, we can't have intercourse. It's not cheating if it's not
intercourse."

"OK," I mused, "how about I just slide my dick along the outside?"

She breathed slightly heavier and said, "that's ok, I think."

So I knelt before her, and took my cock in my hand and slid it down from
her pubic hair, across her clit, and down just over her dripping pussy
lips. I was on my my third cycle up and down her slit when my cockhead
was right at the opening to her hole, perfectly between her swollen
lips, when Vickie suddenly pushed forward and took the head of my penis
insude her.

"We don't want to cheat," I said, as I pulled out of her and resumed
sliding my dickhead up and down her slippery pussy. Again, when I was
poised right at the entrance to her cunt, she pushed forward and
swallowed the purple head of my penis between her puffy lips.

"Fuck me now," she demanded.

I needed no more encouragement. I slowly pushed the length of my 7 inch
shaft inside of her, and, as I inched into her, her eyes opened wider
and wider, and her mouth formed a perfect "O" as she drew in more
greath. Once I was in all the way, with my densely hairy pubic hair
mingling with hers, I slowly pulled out, leaving just the tip of my cock
between her hot lips. Her pussy was remarkably tight, easily as tight as
my girlfirend's, and 18 year old high school student. Quickly, with
extreme force, I thrust back into her and grasped her knees to steady
ouselves as I continued slamming in and out of her.

After several minutes of this, she said, "I want to feel my tits against
your chest. Sit on the couch."

So I pulled out of her and stepped back to the couch. She grasped my
cock and guided it back home into her still sopping pussy as she sat
down on it. As she started to slide up and down on my pole, she grabbed
the collar of the white buttown-down shirt I was still wearing and
quickly unbuttoned it, popping a couple of buttons off in the process,
exposing my hairy chest. She then held her breasts in her hands dragged
her stiff brown nipples through my hair. As she was doing thie, I had
started thrusting deeper into her cunt, and I could feel her pussy
muscles tightening. We started kissing again, and I started thrusting
faster and faster.

"I'm going to cum," I said.

"Mmmm.unhhhh" she cried.

As I started pumping my cum into her, I reached between us and started
rubbing her clit, which sent her over the edge. Seconds after cumming
inside her, her pussy clamped down on my still erect penis, and she
began convulsing with the most intense orgasm I've ever seen a woman
experience.

We sat there, holding each other, her breasts melting against my chest,
with my dick still inside her for a fre minutes, until we heard the
garage door opening, signalling my father's return. We quickly dressed
and turned on the TV.

--

There may be more to this series. What do you think? Send me mail:
<thursday@altavista.net>.

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