Chapter 2: Surprise!
With Roger gone, Katie and Tony knew that they would have the house to themselves for a week and a half. They didn't waste a moment of it. As the cab was pulling out of the driveway to take Roger to the airport Tony stood behind his father's incredibly built wife and pressed his rapidly hardening cock against the crack of her heart shaped ass, dry humping her through their clothing.
He reached around in front of her to fondle her massive tits asking, "So, when do we start?"
She leaned into him and with a sigh whispered, "I think you just did."
For the moment Katie was content to luxuriate in being in the arms of a man who genuinely wanted her; who was intent on satisfying her. She moved her soft, firm butt against her step-son's rigid pole. She leaned her head back to rub her cheek against his. They were the same height, five foot five, so they fit together perfectly.
She sighed and placed her hands over his, encouraging him to squeeze her breasts harder.
"That's so nice," she murmured.
Suddenly she spun around to pull the young man in for a deep, searing, tooth-rattling kiss. Their tongues danced. They weaved. They passionately bathed each other.
Reaching down to stroke his cloth covered package, she pulled out of the kiss and said, "I'm going to play hell with this thing for the next two days. When you go into school on Monday you might need crutches. Think you can handle it?"
"I'll risk it," Tony said as he began unbuttoning her over-stuffed blouse.
"OOHH," said Katie with a devilish smile, "someone's getting eager."
"I don't see you putting up any resistance," he grinned.
"Mister, the only resistance you're going to get is when I hump back while you fuck me," she responded, pressing her body more tightly against his.
Tony raised his head in mock indignation, "What makes you so sure that I'm going to fuck you?"
"This!" she exclaimed, giving his cock a squeeze.
Tony was surprised at how relaxed he was. Yes, he and Katie had always gotten along well. Banter was, for them, the normal flow of conversation. That was nothing new. But, this was a whole new dimension. They were trading quips about sex, the one subject of which they had always steered clear. Of course, anything sexual, beyond watching porn while he stroked himself off, was new to him.
Katie was having similar thoughts. Given that she had just claimed his virginity, she had half expected him to become needy and clingy.
"I'm the one who's getting clingy," she thought as she snuggled up against her lover, remembering how she had begged him to mark and claim her, "What was I thinking?"
It had felt absolutely right in the moment, though. It still did. She wasn't sure whether or not that should worry her. The fact that they were back to swapping one-liners again was doing much to calm whatever fears she had. The only thing that seemed to have changed was the subject matter, that and the fact the she desperately wanted him to throw her down on the floor and bang as hard as he had upstairs.
"Was that you're only clue?" Tony asked snidely.
"That's a pretty good measure," said Katie defensively, "Which reminds me, have you ever measured it? How big is this thing?"
"How big do you think it is?" he said.
"My guess would be about ten inches," she said as she fondled his prong through his pants.
"Ten and three quarters, actually." He said with pride. It was the first time he could ever remember having been proud of his size. A lot had changed in an hour and a half.
"No wonder it filled me so well," the blonde woman said softly.
Tony finished unbuttoning her blouse. He pulled it open to reveal the pink, lacey bra which was fighting heroically to contain her enormous, fleshy orbs. He grasped the sides of her skin mountains in his hands and buried his face in the deep cleavage.
His woman moaned.
"Yes," she hissed with passion.
As Tony pulled his head out of the soft canyon he noticed that the clasp on her bra was in front, right between those beautiful mounds. The teenager was overjoyed. He'd heard stories from his friends at school about the nightmare of trying to get a bra undone. With this he wouldn't have to make a fool of himself fumbling with the clasps.
He quickly figured how the tiny fastener worked, undid it and parted the cups from his lover's bountiful mams.
While lifting them up toward his hungry lips he got an idea. There was something he'd seen in one of the porn videos that he wanted to try. He squeezed Katie's bulky tits together until the nipples were almost touching each other. He dove in to suck and nibble both of them at the same time.
Oddly enough, nobody had ever done that to her before. It was a new, wonderful feeling to have a mouth working on both of her nipples simultaneously. She groaned with sexual excitement as she clutched her man's head in her hands. She fought to remain standing because her knees were starting to buckle as her hips humped empty air. The juices of her arousal dribbled down her thick, firm thighs. The only sounds in the room were his slurping and her ragged breathing.
Tony spent several more minute stimulating her amazing tits. She was getting hotter and weaker by the second.
"Please," she whimpered, "let me sit down. I can't take much more of this. I can't stand up anymore. Please."
Her lover's response was to double down. He nibbled her nips more roughly and began to outright maul her copious breast flesh.
"So good. So good," she whined, "I can't take anymore. Too good. Oh, god."
She squirmed, writhed, moaned, and pleaded to no avail. Tony maintained his assault on her meaty tits. At long last, when he was certain that she could take no more, he delivered the coup de grace. He bit down on her nipples, not hard enough to hurt her, just hard enough for her to know that she'd been bitten. At the same time he repeated the stunt that had made her cum so hard when he was fucking her. He squeezed her tits so hard that the flesh seemed to ooze out between his fingers.
The stacked step-mother screeched as her climax possessed her. She clutched Tony's head in a death grip as her hips bucked against nothing from the violent convulsions of her soaking wet pussy.
When her man finally let go of her breasts her hands went limp on his head and she collapsed on the floor, her entire body convulsing from orgasmic after-shocks.
For one horrifying moment Tony thought that she was having some sort of seizure. Then her heard her muttering in a tiny, squeaky voice, "Oh, god. Too good. Please. So good."
When she wound down, beginning to regain some presence of mind, she looked up at her man and asked, "Where the fuck did you learn to do that?"
Tony shrugged, grinned sheepishly and said, "It was just something I wanted to try."
He held out his hand to help her up off of the floor.
As she struggled to her feet she said, with a tentative smile, "Listen, buster. Next time you want to 'try' something, give a girl a little warning. Will you?"
"I take it that you liked that?" he asked with a smirk.
She threw her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Are you kidding?" she said, "You had me cumming almost as hard as when you were fucking me!" She took a deep breath. "I didn't know that I could get off just from having my tits played with." She raised her head and looked into his eyes. "Keep that up and I might be the one who needs crutches on Monday."
"I'll risk it," he said.
She slapped him playfully on the shoulder and said, "Asshole."
With an exaggerated leer Tony said, "Are you calling me a name, or was that a request?"
She reached down to rub his fabric hidden hardness and said, "If you stuck this thing in my ass I really would need crutches."
Then she let go of her man and walked toward the couch on the other side of the room, giving her hips an extra wiggle as she went.
She stopped halfway there, looked back the young man and said with a mischievous grin and said, "But, I'll risk it."
With that she shrugged off her blouse and bra. Looking over her shoulder with her back still to the man of the house, she slowly, teasingly unzipped her skirt. She made an extra show out of shimmying out of it. Then she bent all the way down to remove her panties.
Still looking over her shoulder, she waggled her luscious, heart-shaped rear at her lover and said coquettishly, "See anything you like?"
He didn't answer. He just smiled, licked his lips, and started taking off his shirt as he stared in horny fascination at her enticing behind.
When he started to undo his belt she shouted, "No!"
"What?" he asked with confusion.
"Over here," she said pointing to the couch.
He walked over to stand in front of the couch. His father's gorgeous wife, the object of so many of his fantasies, immediately dropped to her knees before him.
As she unbuckled his belt she said, "Let me. It's my job."
She looked as giddy as a child opening a package on Christmas morning. Even though she had already seen his cock, sucked it, and been banged by it, this was different. That afternoon they had been ripping the edge off of long restrained sexual frustration. Both of them had been in a hurry just to get off. They had fucked.
Now, with all the time in the world available, she wanted to make love to this man. She wanted to make love to his cock. She wanted to worship it. She wanted to possess it and be possessed by it. She wanted to give this man and his magnificent member the chance to properly take her.
