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Subject: {ASSM} Maudlin Stepmother, Part 2 (mF, cheat, true)
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All the usual disclaimers apply: If you're underage or don't like sex
stories, don't read this.


Maudlin Stepmother (mF, cheat, true)
Part II
copyright (c) thursday@altavista.net

Five years of being subjected to teasing by and flirting with my
stepmother had culminated in our having sex in her & my father's living
room one evening during my 18th year when my father had had to run a
very long errand.

Vickie, a 47-year-old psychologist, had been rather drunk at the time,
as she often was. She liked to drink wine most evenings, and her 5'0"
125 pound frame just couldn't take all the alcohol she poured down her
throat, despite the massive 36D breasts she proudly displayed in her
typical low cut dresses. When drunk, Vickie enjoyed "accidentally"
exposing herself to male houseguests and even slipping them some tongue
when kissing them goodbye. She was also prone to memory lapses, or so
she said. She would vehemently deny foolish actions when called on them
the next day.

So I wasn't too surprised when several months passed with nothing more
happening between us than the usual flirting and quick frenches on my
way out. One night my sister her then fiance (one in a long line), and I
had been to Dad & Vickie's house for dinner. After dinner, we were
sitting around the living room talking--I remember Curtis, fiance number
three explaining the similarities between himself and Mr. Spock--when
Vickie, my father and I were all sitting on the hearth in front of the
fireplace, with Vickie in the middle.

Vickie was quite drunk at this point, almost ready to pass out. Her head
was resting on my shoulder, and somehow she had managed to grasp my hand
behind my back, and was rhythmically squeezing it in the same way she
had pumped my cock six months earlier. My father noticed this at one
point, and scolded her as he took her hand away; he wasn't mad at me,
though. He was actually amused, it seemed--Vickie's misbehaviors were by
now old hat for him. I'm sure he had no idea of the fucking I'd given
her in this very room not too long ago. Soon my sister & her fiance were
ready to leave, and Dad went to walk them out. I was going to loiter a
few minutes so we could dis Curtis after they left. He asked if I wanted
to go with him to bid sis farewell, but I declined, preferring to stay
on the hearth with Vickie.

Before Dad was out the door, I took Vickie's small hand and placed it in
my lap. Automatically, she grasped my dick through my khakis and resumed
the pumping she had been practicing on my hand a few minutes before. As
my penis continued to grow, we kissed, sloppily, and I said,

"I want to fuck you."

"Yes," she purred.

"Maybe I can meet you at your office sometime and we can get a motel
room," I suggested.

"Sure," her grip on my shaft tightened, "or maybe you can come out
here."

My father & Vickie lived in a house on the coast, but my father stayed
on their yacht in San Francisco during the week for work. "Sure," I
replied.

Up to this point, I had been fondling her breasts while we talked. Now,
I reached between her legs and said, "I want to be right in here."

"Hmmm."

"Tell me you want to fuck me," I said.

"I want to..." was her reply when we heard my father opening the front
door.

"I'll come out tomorrow night," I said as we put our hands back in more
appropriate places.

Dad took Vickie up to bed and then came down and we talked about Curtis
for a while before I left to go back to Berkeley.

The next day crawled by, and I had a hard-on basically all day, despite
the fucking I'd gotten from my girlfriend Emily that morning. What Emily
lacked in her repertoire--she refused to give blowjobs--she more than
made up for in looks and enthusiasm.

Around 8:30 that night, I parked just off of Highway 1 about 5 miles
from Vickie's house so I could see her driving home; I didn't want to
beat her there, after all. The convertible Porsche she drove was easy to
spot, and I drove up to her house about 10 minutes after she'd arrived.

"Greg, what are you doing here?" she asked, genuinely surprised.

"Well, I went for a drive and wound up out here, so I thought I'd drop
by and say hello," I offered. Had she *really* forgotten?

"Come in," she said. "I'm just making dinner."

We went into the kitchen, and there was a bottle of wine and a half
empty glass on the counter. From the amount of wine left in the bottle,
this was clearly not her first glass. She was making spaghetti, and
offered me some red wine, which I happily took.

"Let me go change," she said, "before I make the sauce." She was still
wearing her work clothes, today a white form fitting knit dress, with a
gaudy gold chain hanging from her neck and lying across her ample
cleavage. She returned wearing a greenish velour jumpsuit with the top
three buttons undone. It went well with her big shoulder-length
bleach-blond hair. From the sway of her breasts, it was apparent she
wasn't wearing a bra.

She was pouring herself a glass of wine when the phone rang. It was Dad.
She made small talk with him, and made no mention of my presence. Maybe
she hadn't forgotten about last night and six months ago after all.

"Oh...the sauce is ready. I've got to go," she said.

She drained a nearly full glass of wine and returned to the meal
preparations. We chatted innocuously through dinner. A couple of times
she made references to "this Mrs. Robinson thing," which I just brushed
off. A couple of times her knee would brush against mine, too.

After dinner, we immediately did the dishes, which was the custom with
Dad & Vickie. She washed, and I dried. It went quickly. At one point, I
stood behind her and had to reach past and above her to put the serving
dish away. As I did this, I knew that my hard dick would press into the
soft flesh of her ass, which it did. I lingered a moment, but there was
no response from Vickie, who kept on washing the last of the dishes.
After we'd finished, we took the second bottle of wine of the night to
the living room.

The small talk continued until about 10:00, when Vickie said, "Well,
thanks for coming. I've got to get up at 5:00 am tomorrow, so I should
be getting to bed."

"OK," I said, dumbfounded. I'd been sure that we would wind up naked
together tonight. I was shocked, and didn't know what to say.

"Would you just go around with my while I make sure the house is locked
before you leave?" she asked.

"Sure."

So we made the rounds, and she walked me to the front door. She stood on
her tippy-toes to kiss me goodnight wrapping both hands around my neck.
We kissed on the mouth, and her tongue darted into my mouth.

"Are you sure you want me to leave," I asked as our kiss ended.

"Yes," she said. "This Mrs. Robinson stuff has got to stop."

"OK," I said, my fingers grazing past her breast as we disengaged from
our embrace.

As I was walking through the little breezeway that connected the house
to the garage & driveway where my car was, she came out of the house and
asked me to help her with something in the garage. She was out of
shampoo upstairs, and the extra bottles Dad had bought at Costco were on
a high shelf in the garage.

"They're right up there," she said, standing in front of me. "I hate
that he puts things up so high," she said as she tried to reach the
shelf. And they were, on a shelf about 6 and a half feet off the ground.

I had to stand on my tippy-toes to reach them, and as I did, I leaned
into Vickie's ass with my pelvis, and I could feel my hardening penis
melt into the small of her back. She pushed back a little this time, and
when I had the shampoo bottle, I let myself back down and put it in her
right hand. Before she had a chance to turn away, I reached from behind
her, under her arms, and grasped both of her breasts in my hands.

Squeezing her large, round breasts, I continued to push my hard dick
into her ass cheek while I kissed her neck. She stood there, not
resisting, and not participating, for a moment, until she started to
grind her ass into my dick.

"Let's go upstairs," she whispered.

She led me by the hand back into the house. We stopped to kiss several
times as she locked the front door and shut off the downstairs lights.
When we got to her bedroom--the second floor was an open loft, a single
large room with a bed, bathroom and office separated by Shoji
screens--we stood in the "doorway" and kissed for a very long time. All
the while, I massaged her breasts and undid the buttons of her jumpsuit
until they were all undone and her glorious breasts, completely tanned
since she spent lots of time sunbathing nude, were exposed.

I pushed the jumpsuit off her shoulders, and she stepped out of it,
standing before me completely nude.

"This isn't fair," she said, leading me by my belt to the bed.

As I stepped out of my boat shoes, she knelt on the high king-sized bed
she shared with my father, bringing her to about my height as I stood
before her. She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her fingers through the
curly brown hair that densely covered my chest. I shrugged the shirt off
my shoulders, and it fell to the ground as her fingers circled my
nipples and followed the thin line of hair that led from my chest to the
spreading patch of hair that covered my abdomen and surrounded my navel.
She grasped my hips and pulled me closer as she circled my belly button
with her tongue.

She then followed the trail of hair leading from my navel to my pelvis
with both her hands. She grasped the end of my belt, which she had
partially undone before, in the doorway, and gave it a tug to unfasten
it. She pulled the palm of her hand over the front of my pants, sliding
it across my shaft several times. She then unfastened my trousers, and
pulled the zipper about halfway down. Moving her hands to my sides, she
slowly and gently pulled my pants and briefs down until the thick, curly
hair covering my pelvis came into view.  She stopped, and traced the
outline of my pubic hair with her fingers. This was exquisitely
tickling, and I squirmed under her touch. She gave me a slow, wet kiss
right at the top of my pubic hair, and then gave another downward tug to
my pants, and they fell to the ground. My cock was straining under the
cotton briefs which encased it, and Vickie closed her eyes as she pulled
the elastic waistband toward her, freeing my swollen penis. She then
pulled them completely off of me, and I kicked the pile of clothes at my
feet toward the foot of the bed.

Vickie opened her eyes and seemed to devour me with them from head to
toe. I watched her as her eyes drank in every detail of my 6'1" body, as
she leered at me from my head to my toes. She lingered at my midsection,
with my cock sticking seven inches out from my body.

"Turn around," she said.

I did so, and gave a start when I felt Vickie's hand running up my inner
thigh from my knee, toward my ass. Her fingers glanced past my balls and
traveled back toward my ass cheeks, upon which she traced little
circles, until she grabbed both of them with her hands, the way I had
done with her breasts downstairs. She turned me around, and grabbed me
by my cock and pulled me onto the bed. We began to kiss, both of us
kneeling on her bed. I had one hand on her breast, alternating between
squeezing it and rubbing the nipple between my fingers, while my other
hand slid up and down her slippery crevice. As we kissed, Vickie kept
following the length of my cock with her fingers, from the tip to the
base, and then down to my balls hanging below. From time to time, we
would break our kiss for her to rub her cheeks against my hairy chest.
During one of these interludes, I bent down and sucked one of her
nipples into my mouth. Circling it with my tongue, I continued to stroke
her pussy with my hand, while the other kneaded her other tit. Her
breasts were very sensitive, and her breathing became faster, and her
hand began to pump my cock even faster.

She pushed me back onto the bed, all the while keeping her nipple in my
mouth. She propped her self up on one arm, and held herself above me
while I furiously sucked on her hard brown nipples, switching from the
left to the right from time to time. I was too tall, and she too short
for her to be able to grab onto more of my cock than just the head, so
she drove me insane by lightly dragging her fingers through my pubic
hair. Meanwhile, I resumed my work between her legs, and was now
alternating between rolling her clit between my thumb and forefinger,
and sliding two fingers in and out of her hole. All this became too much
for her to bear, and she quickly pulled her tit out of my mouth and,
before I knew it, climbed on top of me, smashing her sopping pussy onto
my face. She ground her snatch against me, using my nose to stimulate
her clit while I licked her lips and fucked her with my tongue. Her hips
rocked back and forth until she came, screaming at the top of her lungs
and completely covering my face with her cunt juice. She continued to
sit on my face for a few moments while we both gasped for breath.

She slid off and lay next to me, and we kissed. She licked most of her
slime off my face, and began licking my nipples with wild abandon. She
began kissing my chest, and was reaching lower when she was able to
grasp my cock again in her hands. She slowly began pumping it, and
spreading my precum all over the circumcised head. She had kissed her
way lower, below my navel, and was now holding my tool by the base, and
gazing at it almost dreamily.

"You have such a nice cock," she breathed as she slid her hand up its
length once more. "It's so big," she murmured, as she tried,
unsuccessfully, to fit her thumb and forefinger around it. I know that
seven inches isn't that big, but it made me feel good to know that she
appreciated it.

With that, as she had six months before, she extended her tongue and
licked the tip of my raging cockhead, swirling it around the purple
crown. She then licked from the very base back up to the top, slowly,
sliding her tongue this way and that as she did so. She was about to
take it into her warm mouth when I got up and stood at the side of the
bed. I pulled her up so that she was sitting with her feet hanging off
the side of the bed. I stepped in closer, and she reached behind me to
squeeze my ass cheeks as she again licked my cock from the base to the
tip. As she reached the tip, her lips parted and she swallowed the head.
I could feel her teeth as my cockhead traveled past them and into her
mouth. She swallowed about half of my penis and began a slow back and
forth sucking, with her tongue doing magical things to my dickhead. She
continued pumping my shaft in her mouth for about 5 minutes, when she
pulled it out and went back to licking the shaft and the head. I was
about to cum when I pulled out of her mouth, and pushed her back onto
the bed. I straddled her chest, and she knew instantly what I had in
mind.

She squeezed both of her large 36D breasts together as my cock slid in
between them. Emily would never let me do this, so this was an extra
special bonus. My cock slid back and forth between her tits, and when
the head was closest to Vickie's lips, her tongue would dart out so lick
at the underside.

I soon began grunting loudly and pushed my cock up to her mouth. She
managed to take the first third into her mouth again when I started to
cum. I pulled out and pumped my cock with my hand, shooting cum onto her
chin and mouth. She licked the remaining cum off my dick and I collapsed
next to her.

As we lay there next to each other, Vickie's head lay on my chest, just
below my left nipple, and she was alternating between running her hands
through my chest hair, back down my torso, to my still-hard cock which
was sticking up and twitching from time to time. Once in a while,
Vickie's tongue would dart out at my nipple. Meanwhile, I had my arm
around her waist, with my wrist buried between her ass cheeks as I
lazily drew circles with my fingers around her slimy cunt hole.

"You should probably be going," she said as her hand followed my
treasure trail down through my jungle of pubic hair, grasping the base
of my dick.

"I thought you wanted me to fuck you," I said.

"When did I say that," she mused as her fingers slid up the underside of
my cock.

"Last night," I reminded her.

"I'm sure I wouldn't have said that," she said, her fingers encircling
the turgid head of my penis. "If we fucked," she gasped, and her legs
automatically parted as I rolled on top of her and my cock magically
found its way to the opening of her snatch, "it would be cheating."

Right when she was saying "cheating", I lowered myself closer to her,
easing my rod into her half an inch at a time. Her eyes opened wider and
wider and suddenly snapped shut. Her mouth was open, and she was
breathing harder. When I was about half way in, I pulled out until, just
the very tip of my cockhead remained inside. 	I then pushed into her
again-after all, what's better than slowly sliding into a woman for
(nearly) the first time?

"Put it in all the way," she said.

And I did, slowly easing myself into her until her thinly trimmed strip
of brown pubic hair mingled with mine. We stayed like that for a moment,
as I dragged my nipples across hers.

"I want you to fuck me," she said, as she grasped both her breasts and
held them up so that her nipples would blaze through the hair on my
chest with each thrust. I pumped in and out of her, pulling out of her
altogether a couple of times. On one of these moments when my cock was
free from the wet world of her pussy, she said, "take me from behind."
And she rolled over onto her hands and knees, breasts hanging down, and
presented her pussy to me.

Wow, I thought to myself, Emily would never do this. I positioned my
dickhead between her lips, and Vickie pushed back, swallowing my dick in
one fluid motion. She met each thrust, and would squeeze my cock with
her pussy muscles whenever it was all the way in her. We were both
sweating and moaning loudly when she reached back and started rubbing
her clit. Her body tensed and her pussy clamped down on my cock as she
shuddered through wave after wave of orgasm. When she was through, I
pushed her onto her back and remounted her, pumping furiously, until I
came inside her. I collapsed on top of her, and we crawled under the
covers and fell asleep.

We awoke the next morning at 5:00 am to the sound of her alarm going
off.

"Good morning," I said.

Her eyes blinked open and she gave me a look of genuine shock. Had she
completely forgotten about last night? She continued to look at me
incredulously, and she even looked under the covers to confirm, I
suppose, that her suspicions were accurate. As she was looking under the
covers at my morning hard-on, I turned toward her and climbed onto her
chest.

"You must be hungry," I growled, aiming my cock toward her mouth, which
was open with surprise.

She did a double take, and, extending her tongue, said, "now I
remember." And she twirled her tongue gently around the tip of my cock.

Suddenly, she growled, "Get off of me!" Had she had a change of heart? I
was really terribly confused as she pushed me off of her and onto my
back. She immediately climbed on top of me and impaled herself on my
still hard cock.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she chanted as she rocked back and forth on my cock,
her tempo quickening with each motion. I reached forward and grabbed
both her breasts as I then leaned in to suck on her nipples. She came
quickly and violently, her whole body convulsing as she slid off of me.
Immediately, she was between my legs, slurping the top half of my cock
into her mouth and pumping the bottom of my shaft in her hand. The alarm
started to go off again as I pumped cum into her hot mouth. She got up
and swatted the alarm off and announced that she was going to take a
shower.

I lay there, in Dad and Vickie's bed, my cock at half mast until Vickie
called to me from the shower, asking me to "do her back." We soaped each
other up, me devoting a lot of time to her breasts, and she to my chest
and crotch. We finished our shower with a quickie, standing up under the
pouring water.

After we had dressed and made the bed we were walking out of the house.
She reached up to me and gave me the standard french kiss I'd been
getting since 13.

"You know," she said, "this Mrs. Robinson stuff has got to stop."

---
Copyright (c) 2000 thursday@altavista.net. All rights reserved.


Author's note:
I'd really appreciate feedback & constructive criticism at
thursday@altavista.net. Send all flames to /dev/null.

This is likely the last of my stepmother series. If there's interest, I
may write about the  he start of my brief affair with my 30-year-old
boss at the restaurant where I worked when I was 16, and possibly about
the affair I'm having right now with the 50-year-old woman who works
upstairs from me. If you hadn't noticed by now, I have a bit of a thing
for cheating with older women. :)

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