To Feel Wanted 1.5
Sandy had been right about that not being the only time that she and Chris had made love over the next six months. Every excuse they had to be alone and in one another's arms. Even if they only had a handful of moments alone, they would make use of it. More than one occasion he had been there for an overnight with Jim and she had pulled him into the large, walk in pantry and they were at one another. They would kiss and as though they were trying to consume one another. They would paw at one another, whispering filthy things and wants to one another before they were interrupted in one way or another and they had to pretend as if nothing was going on. It was like they were afflicted, when they were apart Sandy would text him pictures of herself. Always naked, wearing lingerie, touching herself or savaging her pussy with a toy she told him was a very poor substitute for him pulsing and throbbing inside her. Chris would return the favor, taking pictures of his cock in every angle of arousal. Videos of him stroking his pole, his cock rigid and coated in lube and his own juices, he would feverishly stroke it, all the while describing the things he wished he was doing to her. Till he erupted, spraying ropes of thick cum over his stroking fist and pulsing cock, moaning and groaning in ecstasy.
Sandy would send her fevered replies, sad that he had wasted his hot cum without giving it to her, spraying it into her mouth, into her womb. Replying with videos over her own, fingering herself in lace and silk panties that she hoped would inflame him even more.
She had called him over to "help her move some heavy things out of the attic" It had been a simple excuse to get Chris alone. They had fucked like animals on the floor of Sandy's living room. The house was empty, all the rest were off on some errand or at practice. Sandy had ridden Chris's cock on the couch, kissing him madly or with her head thrown back as she came and shuddered. He had lain atop her, violently thrusting into her as she held him tightly to her and clawed at his bare back. That first night had ended with her on her hands and knees, Chris behind her with his hands gripping her hips and slamming himself into the drenched, clutching sheath of her pussy until she clamped down on him and he swelled and sprayed his hot ropes of cum into her core, each time his cock bucked and spewed its payload into her depths she would shiver, turning to look at him with a look so wanton, that they had nearly done it again, and would have if they had not run out of time.
Another time had seen her on her knees in Chirs's garage, her large breasts wet with her spit as she vigorously sucked at his cock until he had cum into her mouth to a multitude of groans as she drank him down until he collapsed from pleasure.
Chris had returned the favor a week later. Sandy had gone out with the girls to dinner and had too much to drink and called Chris to come get her, he had driven her up to the nearby hills. Sandy had ended up on her back, screaming and shaking as Chris licked her pussy for nearly an hour before she pulled him up onto her and he had fucked her twice and filled her to overflowing with cum and she had lay with her head on his chest for nearly an hour till people had started calling both of them, wondering where they were.
Riding back to drop her off, Sandy had confessed that she had recorded them fucking, at least the audio of it. Chris had thought it was hot as fuck. It was this very recording that led to even crazier things on the horizon.
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Nat was absolutely soaked. She was running her usual six miles after her morning routine, and she was drenched as she really upped the speed for the last half mile. Her legs were killing her, but she was not going to stop. She gritted her teeth as she finally heard the beeping of the treadmill, and it began to slow the pace to her cooldown. There was a reason she was in such good shape, gym three days and running 5 days a week with yoga and palates mixed in. As she slowed her pace she looked over at the wall-length mirror and smiled. She looked good, she earned it, but tonight she was going to murder some pasta and bread and all the things she gave up keeping her athletic physique. Her smile faded a bit as she realized that she was the only one who seemed to care how hard she worked. Her husband had been absent much of late and when he was there he always said how tired he was and the few times over the last, oh god, eight months they had been intimate it had been rather quick and she had to take care of herself in the shower after he had fallen asleep. This was not the only area where things were different. He was distant, always on his phone, always leaving at strange hours for work and then coming home to "shower off the day" before going to bed and barely touching her at all. She had tried to talk to him to find out what was wrong and if it was something she had done. She really loved her husband, but he was older, and she still loved him even though his performance in the bedroom was not what it had been and now the part he had always been great with, the reason she fell for him in the first place, was going away and fast.
She turned in profile as she looked at herself again, her dark hair was pulled into a ponytail under her favorite ball cap, her green sports bra was soaked as it easily contained her smallish breasts and her yoga shorts, the same color of her bra were hugging her ass like a clingy boyfriend. Nat turned and flashed her plump ass at the mirror and did her best mock IG girl pose. Squats and deadlifts and all the things had given her a nicely rounded ass, an ass to be proud of. Nat gave one cheek a playful but hard slap to watch it shake just a little and giggled as she felt her body tingle at the contact. She wouldn't get sad again about her situation. She needed a shower and then to start thinking about dinner for the kid and her husband, if he ever decided to come home.
She heard the sound of someone in the next room and knew that Chris was around the house. He had said he was going to run into town and get something, a new game or whatever he was using to distract himself on his weekend, he must have just gotten back.
Nat was moving to the door when she heard a distinct female moan from the other side of the door and then heard Chris swear and the noise cut off. Nat froze. Was he watching porn on the main tv in the living room? He had to know she was home, her car was in the driveway. Chris was a lot of things but brazen to that extent he was not. Nat felt a mischievous smile creep across her face as she opened the doorway as quietly as she could and peaked out. Chris was sitting on their big sectional couch, his back to her and the TV was off. Strange. Then she saw him put in his ear bud and tap his phone. He glanced around nervously for a time or two and she shut the door quietly. He was listening to something naughty on his phone. Clicking open her phone she saw that she could connect to his hotspot and from that, his phone. They had a plan that allowed full sharing between phones, it was one of the few things his father demanded in order to allow him so much freedom and the large allowance he received.
Nat hovered over the phone connect button and paused, it was an invasion of his privacy, and she shouldn't do it. She bid her nail and then shrugged. She loved him and wanted to make sure he was not doing something crazy or illegal. That is what she told herself as she connected her phone to his and by association, her headphones.
'Oh fuck baby...mmmmm. Yeah right there.... oh fuck yes suck on it...oh my god baby.' A voice said into her ear loud enough for Nat to gasp and she quickly turned down the headphones.
He was listening to porn, strange, as most men are visual types, but she continued to listen as now her curiosity was peaked. There was the sound of heavy breathing and groaning, Nat felt herself adjusting and pressing her legs together as she stood there. She could feel the familiar tingling sensation of her pussy starting to respond to the noises. Nat was a very sexual person, and she was also not shy about expressing what she liked and wanted in bed. She was sad to think of how long it had been since she had a reason to huff and puff and moan like the woman on the recording was.
"Baby you're making me feel so good.....mmmm oh yes just like that. Don't suck so hard on my clit, baby, its sensitive. Yeah lick me there and.... yeah just like I taught you, slip a finger in and.... yes. OH FUCK!!! Keep going baby......yes.... mmmhmmmm. fuck your gonna make me cum so fucking hard baby.....yes like that.....baby!! oh fuck." Nat winced in pain as she realized she was biting her lip, and she was pulling at the bottom of her sports bra.
'Chris...baby, you lick my pussy so good baby.' Nat's hand flew to her mouth. She knew she recognized that voice, but she could not place it. Chris was listening to a recording of him and Sandy.
Nat suddenly realized it all made sense. She had heard through the grapevine that Sandy and her husband had been basically on the outs. She had been in contact with Chris a lot and now it all made sense. The little calls for him to come help her move this or pick that up from the store that she couldn't lift.
Sandy was fucking her stepson.
There was something there that gnawed at her, made her feel...territorial maybe. She had known Chris for 9 years and she loved him very much. She was friendly with Sandy but still, Nat didn't want him to be taken advantage of, he was old enough to make his own decisions but still.
'Lay down baby, you made me feel good and now its your turn." Nat heard Sandy say in her sultry voice. Nat was going to say something until she heard that. She leaned against the door jam, her finely nailed fingers tracing the top of her sweat damp yoga shorts.
Nat closed her eyes and tried to imagine the scene, Chris laying on his back, his towering cock rampant and exposed, Sandy on her hands and knees between his strong legs, topping him off while stroking his shaft as her spit dripped down the length of his cock.
Nat's eyes shot open, and she shook her head, what on earth was she thinking? Was she really that hard up that she would fantasize about her own stepson? What was worse is that her pussy was tingling and damp and aching to be touched, more so now because she could hear the wet sucking sounds over the recording and Chirs groaning as Sandy worked his tool. He used no words, but he was clearly enjoying himself as he continued to groan and sigh as the sucking noises grew more and more intense. Nat closed her eyes again and had to clench her jaw tightly as she slipped her hand into her shorts and beneath the waistband of her little workout panties, her clit nearly sand when she ran her fingers over it and her lips were engorged and wet as soon as she began to rub them, drawing the moisture from inside her.
It went on for minutes, fast, sloppy sounding sucking, the occasional gag noise but not like that bullshit in porn, this was the sound of a cougar who was really enjoying a probably good sized cock and not trying to make too much of a show of it.
Nat had pulled her shorts down to mid-thigh and her soaked panties were pulled to the side, one hand was propping her up on her shaking legs as her other hand was an absolute blur as she shot forward to a gut clenching orgasm, her pussy spasming so hard she almost lost her balance.
Her timing was amazing because Sandy pulled off of him with a pop she could hear. 'How do you want me baby? I can tell I got you too worked up because you are absolutely twitching right now, and leaking really bad' Sandy whispered and the recording barely caught it but it was enough to force Nat to take a steadying breath as she knew she was going to try to cum again, this was so hot.
She felt a wash of guilt at that moment. She and Chris had never had any weird sexual tension that she knew of. She had walked in on him a few times getting out of the shower and he had accidentally walked in while she was changing about a year ago, but there had never been any weird, creepy sexual notion that Nat could recall. Maybe she was wrong, maybe Chris had always seen her as sexual, unbothered by the taboo of her being his stepmom. Maybe it was part of a kink he had? She reminded herself they were not blood related, and he was very cute and sweet and old enough to make his own decisions.
Clearly because he was putting in work on his best friends mom.
'Can we do it from behind? That feels so good.' Nat heard Chris ask and heard Sandy give a bit of a giggle and then there was some bumping and shifting as they got into position. There was a slick sound and Sandy groaned as Chris was either fingering her or licking her as she knelt before him. The idea gave Nat a surge of lust. Her husband had never done that, licked her from the back or anything even a little bit naughty since after about year one of their marriage. She had tried but it just seemed like no matter how good she looked, how hard she made her body, he wouldn't just play with the toys she gave him or take the hints she threw his way.
Smack!
