The Proposition - 2
Vince woke up early on Sunday morning, in a very bright mood. He lay on his back and put his hands behind his head. His luck had changed dramatically this weekend. He had no idea how or why, but getting to fuck his sexy stepmother was the most incredible event in his life.
The rest of his Saturday was a blur, working on some homework, and going to see a movie with a couple of his friends. All the while, he couldn't get Friday night out of his mind. Hell, he thought, they last fucked just over twelve hours ago.
He got up, showered, then slipped down the stairs in his robe and boxers. Even as he descended the stairs, he could hear Emmanuelle in the kitchen.
"Good morning, mom," he said as he walked into the room, smiling. She was also wearing a robe and had knelt down to grab something from the lower cabinets.
"Good morning," she said cheerfully, smiling up at him. "How are you doing this morning?" She stood and set the waffle-maker on the counter and plugged it in.
"I'm hungry." Vince looked over her robe-covered body. She looked incredible clothed, but so much better naked.
"You are?" she asked. "Well I was going to start, um, making some breakfast."
"What were you going to make?" he asked.
"I was going to make some waffles and maybe some scrambled eggs." She opened another of the lower-cabinet doors and bent over, going through the pots and pans, looking for the frying pan.
"Is dad home?" he asked.
"No... not yet," she said, sounding a little depressed.
"Still out on his... once-a-year thingy?" Vince asked. He wouldn't be surprised if he was. He knew this one day out of the year thing was just a ruse for his dad to cheat.
"I guess," she said. "I don't know."
"Hmmm... well then I've got big plans for today and I'm going to need a lot of energy," Vince said, moving behind her as she stood with the pan in hand.
She set the frying pan on the counter as Vince moved closer. "Really? Big plans for what?"
He wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug as he ground his long, hard cock into her ass. His hands untied her robe, pulling it open, and flipping it to the side to expose her ass.
"What? What are you doing?" she protested weakly. "Get off of me! Vince! Vince... you're not supposed to be doing that. Get off of me." She pushed away from him, backing into the counter, and grabbed her robe and retied it.
"Let me just make these waffles," she said. She tried to move towards the waffle-maker, but Vince stepped in the way.
"No need to hurry with that." He spun her around and grabbed her hips again, then wrapped his arms around her as his cock ground against her ass.
"Stop," she protested again, weakly. It was obvious to him that she didn't really want him to stop. "What is... what is that sticking out of your boxers? Are you? Is that... is that your cock? Stop... we can't," she said, backing into the counter again.
"Why? Why can't I do this?" Vince asked. "We were just doing this Friday night."
"Vince, we talked about this," she said softly, trying to pry herself away from him. "I can only fuck you once a year. We can't do this. You need to go."
Vince untied her robe again and pulled it open, exposing her ass once more. "Vince! This just isn't right. You have to leave. Right now. Please."
"Once a year?" Vince said, sliding his hands up to cup her breasts from behind. She grabbed his wrists, trying to move them off her body, but was too weak. "I told you. I don't play by the rules. Obviously dad doesn't either. Besides, you know you want this, too."
"I don't want anything," she said, spinning around until she was facing him. "Don't... no...." She backed up further until she was in the corner of the kitchen cabinets and he followed closely. She put her hands on his chest. "I'm telling you right now that you need to leave."
Vince slid his hand inside her panties and slid his fingers across her overheated clit. She was so wet... he knew he was right. She did want this. Badly.
"I just need you to respect the..." she said, before her body bent forward from the pleasure his fingers were generating on her clit. She didn't even try to stop him. "resp... respect the rules."
Emmanuelle put her hand on his chest, but no longer had the desire to push him away.
"I say, there's a new rule," he said. "You can only fuck me once a year. But I can fuck you anytime I fucking want."
He leaned forward and kissed her neck, nibbling on her. She was breathing hard as his fingers slid into her wetness.
"No," she whispered, barely able to even talk. "You can't..."
Vince grabbed the front of her robe and opened it, pushed it down her arms, baring her body.
"No!" she moaned. "What the hell! Ok, this... this is not going to happen."
"Yes it is," he said. He grabbed her hips and lifted her up until she was sitting on the counter. Then he reached under her thighs and pulled her hips to the edge as he stood between them. She didn't even try to stop him.
"Oh my God! What do you think you're going to do?" she asked. "Your dad is going to ground you for the rest of your fucking life."
Vince knelt down as he reached underneath her hips, grabbing her panties and pulling them down her legs. Then he leaned forward and started licking her, his tongue tracing a line up the outside of her labia.
"Oh my God... what are you doing to me?"
"Whatever I want," he said, matter-of-factly, and went back to licking her pussy.
She no longer fought him, but put her hand on his head, grabbing his hair, and helping to direct his actions while she moaned loudly. His tongue felt incredible to Emmanuelle who had spent most of the night and morning upset that her husband still wasn't home. She felt betrayed as he broke the rules and spent too much time with his date. In the back of her mind she wondered if being with Vince for more than one night would be a fitting revenge.
"Oh my God," she moaned, Vince's tongue sliding over her clit so perfectly. When she married his father, she had fantasies of being with him, but never thought it would really happen. Now, she wasn't so sure she ever wanted to stop.
Vince moved his tongue more rapidly, sliding over her clit up and down, making the swollen nub generate so much pleasure for Emmanuelle that she was overwhelmed.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she groaned and gripped his head tightly, holding his wonderful mouth in place as she came. Her body tightened and her hips pushed first into him and then away when it suddenly became too sensitive.
Vince calmly relaxed his licking, avoiding her clit and licking her juices from around her pussy as she relaxed for a moment.
"Ok... ok," she panted sliding off the counter and trying to tie her robe back around her again. "That's enough... you gotta go."
But Vince still had other plans. He grabbed the neckline of her robe and pulled it down, pulling it free of her arms and then tossing it aside.
"This can't be happening," she said. "Vince, what are you doing?"
Vince grabbed her arms and turned her around, then pushing on her upper back, to get her to bend forward over the counter. She put her forearms on the countertop, slightly bent forward. Vince then grabbed her leg and lifted it, until her foot rest on the countertop, too.
"No," she moaned, holding the position he put her in without trying to stop him.
