He looked down before entering her and gazed upon her magnificent breasts. Even supine, they weren't much flattened. At fifteen years his junior, she was really more than he could handle, but he loved trying, and he loved
her
. She was insatiable—perfect for him because he could have her whenever he wanted, but not so much for her because it was not nearly often enough for her.
She wrapped her legs around his back. "Are you waiting for an invitation?" she asked urgently.
Snapping back to reality, he uttered, "Sorry." He slid his large cock into her.
The thrill of his glorious tool easing inside of her was her tradeoff for not having it as frequently as she would like. He was a good man and she loved him. "That's it, baby. Fuck me good."
He thrived on the encouragement she gave him. Beyond that, every time he made love to her was like doing it for the first time. Her vagina engulfed his cock in a warm, gentle embrace. He could probably come by nothing more than just being inside her. With those toned legs still wrapped around him, she used her calves to coax him to thrust faster.
But just that quick, she halted. "What was that?" she whispered in his ear.
John lifted his head up to hear.
"Is that Barry home already? He's early," his wife, Elizabeth, noted.
Barry was John's 20 year-old son, her stepson.
"Sounds like him," John agreed. "Must have struck out again, poor guy. He has no luck with women."
"I don't think it's a lack of luck," Elizabeth countered. "I think he just needs encouragement, maybe even some instruction, or at least, pointers."
"You might be right. Maybe—"
"Uh, could we finish what we're doing first?" she huffed.
"Oh. Yeah." John went back to his slow, deliberate thrusting.
"Mmmhmmmm," Elizabeth purred. Additional whimpered sounds of pleasure followed. She threw her head back to allow euphoria to take hold, but suddenly, something distracted her. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of slight movement outside of their bedroom door. "He's watching us," she whispered in his ear in a slightly frustrated tone, although she really was not. It was actually something of a turn on that they had a voyeur.
"I'll have to have a talk with him," John said, beginning to pull out of her.
"
No
,
fin
ish me."
"With him watching?"
"I
don't care!"
So, he complied, albeit as quickly as he could. She had her orgasm. It was mostly satisfying, though only marginally better than masturbation.
John allowed her a few moments to recover before asking, "So, what should I say to him?"
"You need to find out how he talks to girls, how he treats them, how he interacts with them. You also need to consider that it might not be him. It might be the women he picks." She felt his cock gradually slide out of her pussy by deflating.
"Sounds like you ought to be the one to talk to him."
"I would, but you should try first. He might not want to talk to me about that." Elizabeth actually got along well with Barry, but she wasn't certain if it was well enough to have that kind of discussion.
"What advice should I offer?"
"I don't know. It depends on what he says. If nothing is obvious, just tell him you want to help and you'll think about solutions and get back to him. Then you and I can discuss it and maybe come up with something."
"Okay. Good."
* * *
In the comfort of his bed under the covers in his darkened room with the door closed, Barry eased his shorts down below his scrotum and took a firm hold of his raging hard-on. With the image of his beautiful stepmother nude in his mind, he gently moved his hand up and down his shaft. He'd never actually seen her completely nude, but he'd glimpsed enough that his mind could assimilate the missing pieces. She had the most perfect body he had ever seen on a woman. Her tits were as round as could be, and while it occurred to him that they might not be completely real, he didn't care. Her legs were long, shapely and nicely tanned, atop which sat a gorgeous ass.
How his fifty year-old dad had managed to find, attract and marry such a dazzling 35 year-old woman was beyond Barry's comprehension, but he had. And more importantly, from what he could tell, his stepmom, Elizabeth, seemed to genuinely care for his dad.
And that brought in the next image to his mind of the two of them fucking. Barry had heard the squishing sounds of their copulation along with Elizabeth's moaning and cooing, and replaced his dad with himself. That vision and a couple of spits of saliva in his palm brought him over the edge. He quickly placed a hand towel he'd kept handy over his dick and spurted a nice relieving load into it.
With a smile on his face, he cleaned the residue off of him, dropped the towel on the floor, let out a slow deep breath and drifted off to sleep with a picture of Elizabeth in his head.
* * *
The next morning was Saturday and everyone slept in. John was first to awaken. He eased his feet to the floor, closed the door to their bedroom, and returned to the warmth and comfort of their bed. Gently, he pulled the covers down just far enough to expose Elizabeth's magnificent breasts and gazed lovingly at them as though they were exquisite works of art—and in a sense they were.
The longer John allowed his eyes to feast on those perfect orbs, the larger his cock grew. Aside from the pleasantry of the view, that was his ulterior motive. He wanted to arouse himself to again make love to his wife to make up for their haphazard interrupted copulation last night. Now he reached the point where his mouth salivated for her savory nipples. He leaned in and tenderly kissed the nearest one before sucking it between his lips. While doing that, his pointed tongue made circles on the flat end of her nipple.
Elizabeth had sensitive nipples and her husband's mouth action nudged her to wakefulness. A huge smile formed on her lips. She loved being awakened via sexual means. She tilted her frame toward him and thrust her other breast out to entice him to give that one equal attention. He eagerly complied.
After only a couple of minutes, Elizabeth grinned and said, "Come here, you." And with that, she rolled him over onto his back, climbed aboard, grabbed his cock and stuffed it into her pussy. "Mmmmmhhmmmm." It was her standard response when he first entered her.
She set about riding him with complete abandon, moving her hips forward and back for a few minutes and then rotating in circles. John actually loved her on top. He loved to prop his head up enough to see her abdomen pumping and her pussy moving around on his cock, not to mention her breasts bouncing. And then there was the intense concentration on her beautiful face as she whipped her head around, her chestnut-colored hair tussled from sleeping flapping up and down.
Fortunately, Elizabeth was a quick comer. She was always so horny, it didn't take much for her to reach orgasm. The other positive aspect of her being on top was that she could control the action to bring herself off in the manner she wanted, which always seemed to satisfy her. Another benefit of her climaxing so rapidly was that in this position with all of her gyrations, John would come quickly also. He always tried to hold off until she was finished and this morning he succeeded, hosing her vagina with a flow of hot, steamy semen. Sometimes she even had a second mini orgasm when he did that because she loved the feel of the liquid jets blasting her inner walls. This morning was no different.
When she felt his penis finally deflate, Elizabeth rolled off of him onto her back beside him. Turning her head, she kissed him on the cheek. "Good morning!" she greeted enthusiastically with a big smile. "I
love
starting the day like this."
"So you've mentioned a thousand times," John responded jovially.
Both arose and went through their normal morning routine, showering and dressing. Exiting their bedroom for the kitchen, Elizabeth noted as they passed Barry's room, "Sounds like he's awake."
"I'll bring him coffee and have the talk."
* * *
Because he had gone to bed so early, Barry didn't sleep as late as he might otherwise on a Saturday morning. When he heard the door to his parents' room close, he knew it was so his dad could attempt to satisfy his insatiable stepmother. He'd overheard her say many times how much sex she needed, but he didn't know how successful his dad was in providing it. The fact that they were still together must be some indication.
Even though he wouldn't be able to see anything, Barry hurried out of his room and down the hall to at least listen outside their door. He loved to hear Elizabeth emit all of the sounds she did during sex, but this morning they were especially quiet—probably for his benefit—so he sauntered back to his room and closed the door. With nothing to stimulate another handjob, he merely laid back down.
He used the time to ponder what had gone wrong last night. Daphne was an attractive girl. Their light dinner and drinks at the nightclub they'd gone to were enjoyable, but when she invited him into her dorm room was when it all went to hell. He became nervous about performing and couldn't maintain his erection and just that quick, the night was over. Same scenario, different girl.
The problem was, he didn't know what to do about it. However, before he could ruminate further, there was a knock on the door. "Come in," he said, envisioning his stepmom standing there in the most revealing outfit, but not at all disappointed that it was instead his dad bearing a cup of coffee.
"Morning, son," John greeted, holding out the cup.
Accepting it, Barry said, "Hey, dad. Thanks."
Without preamble, John asked, "So, did you enjoy the show last night?"
Frowning, Barry answered, "I didn't go to any show last night."
"I think we both know what I'm talking about. The show you watched
after
you came home."
Barry was silent, but his expression admitted his guilt.
"I know we should have closed our door, but then we really didn't expect you home so early." John sat at the foot of his son's bed. "What's up with that? Thought you had a hot date?"
Barry pursed his lips and rolled his eyes. "It was until she invited me to her room."
"Struck out?"
"Guess it just wasn't meant to be," he remarked, shrugging it off.
"Sounds like there may be more to it than that. Want to talk about it?"
"There's not much to talk about," Barry said, taking his first sip.
"Maybe if you told me about it in greater detail, I could help you out. Give you some pointers." Knowing his son had an eye for Elizabeth, John added, "I think I've done well for
my
self."
That actually resonated with Barry. When his dad asked if he wanted to talk about it, his first thought was what could he possibly say. But however his father had done it—still a mystery to Barry—he had, in fact, landed one hell of a catch. After a deep breath, Barry explained, "I seem to get nervous when push comes to shove. Last night, we had dinner and I think I was perfectly charming. After that, we went to a nightclub, danced a little and really seemed to connect. And then,
she invited
me to her dorm room and I started getting nervous about performing and satisfying her and I had a difficult time keeping a hard-on, and before I knew it, she was escorting me to the door as much as saying don't call me, I'll call you. That'll never happen." He heaved a heavy sigh of frustration.
"Has that happened before?" his dad wanted to know.
