Melissas Breakthrough Ch 05

Steve could do nothing but follow Melissa into the kitchen, watching the twin round orbs of her large ass bounce and jumble up against each other with each step she took. It certainly was understandable why his attention was completely locked onto her: even though her unsteady steps in her heels showed that Melissa wasn't at all used to strutting sexily around, it simply didn't matter. She wasn't wearing anything except a pair of sexy black lingerie and those bombshell black pump heels, which made her a towering 6'7 -- and Steve, having shrunk down all the way to 4'8, was having to deal with the mind-boggling sight of his stepmother's huge ass shaking around in front of him at shoulder height. And what's more, since she had just made a blatant sexual display of grabbing his erect cock through his oversized pajamas, Steve had every reason to think that he and Melissa were about to...get intimate. The thought excited him to no end, but at the same time, his brain was struggling to catch up. Melissa...his stepmother...and HIM!? They were going to...to DO something together??

But of course, Steve knew that he was not the one in the driver's seat, and so, for the moment, he was content to just watch Melissa's massive ass just bouncing around in front of him, slightly below his chin.

'God, I bet her ass weighs almost as much as I do,' he thought. 'Hell, maybe even more!'

But suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted as Melissa stumbled in her heels, right as they hit the smooth kitchen floor. She burst out in a strange exclamation as her big hands shot out instinctively, looking for anything to catch herself on.

"Waauugghhhh!!"

She tripped forward a few paces, until she finally managed to catch herself against the fridge. Steve looked on in wonder -- even in her clumsiness, Melissa's feats were incredible, at least to someone his size. He couldn't even reach the top door of the freezer anymore, much less grab onto the top of the fridge itself. And yet there was Melissa, her huge body embracing the fridge, swallowing it up like it was a smaller person. The top of the fridge only reached her shoulders, even when she was stooped down like she was right now.

"Gaaaugh! Haha, whoops!" she laughed at herself, shaking her head as she steadied herself upright again. "Guess I'm not so used to strutting around the kitchen like it's my own personal catwalk, huh?"

Steve could only raise his eyebrows in response.

"Oh right...ehaha ok, so Steve, look," said Melissa, regrouping herself and sitting her curvy figure down into one of the high seats by the kitchen bar, "Let's have some...what do they call it...? Real talk."

"R-real talk?" Steve asked, blinking up at her. Even sitting down like she was, his head only came up to the top of her breasts, which were standing out proudly on her chest. He saw that nipples were erect.

"Yes!" replied Melissa spiritedly. "I think things have gone on like this long enough -- we need to get right down to it and lay everything out on the table...uhhh...haha, I'm using a lot of colloquialisms, I know, but I think you know what I'm talking about."

"Uh...y-yeah...o-ok, yeah, I get it," Steve said, nodding. 'God,' he thought, 'Melissa can be so weird...she's acting like she's not speaking plain English...of course I know what she's talking about!' He tried to use these thoughts to normalize the current situation in his head, but really, he was still just transfixed by her body...and now that she had gotten him to admit out loud that he was aroused by her, he couldn't shake the thought that he had let the cat out of the bag, so to speak.

"Ok," Melissa began, taking a deep breath, inflating her big breasts in the process, "So Steve...you're turned-on by me. I don't know if it's a byproduct of the vitamins or some natural inclination that you already had that the vitamins unearthed or...well, whatever...all that is beside the point for the moment. The point is that...I'm...all of this makes me aroused too."

A long silence followed. Melissa was looking down at Steve from her sitting position, a little smile on her face, almost like she was apologizing to him. But the merry glint in her eye told the real story -- the truth was that Melissa had always been a little awkward around sexual matters, but that she had also never been this confident, or felt this comfortable with being forward and expressing her own feelings in a self-assured manner. The fact that she was directing these candid thoughts to her stepson was just icing on the cake.

"Sooooo," continued Melissa after a while, spreading her arms wide as her lips broke into a smile, "Why don't we...uhmm...ehehaha...why don't you come over here, Steve?"

"I...c-come...over there?" he asked, bamboozled. Was Melissa really saying what he thought she was saying!?

"Or I'll come over there, whatever," she chuckled, abruptly standing up out of her chair, rising up a full 23 inches above him again.

"W-woah, woah...uh...M-Melissa, I...I don't know!" cried Steve, throwing his hands up. But his cock was absolutely raging now. Could it be...could it actually be that this...was about to happen?? Right then, staring up into his stepmother's face, Steve saw that her cheeks, like his, were flushed with a sanguine, crimson-red. She was hot for him...it seemed crazy to realize, but the evidence was clear -- never in his life had Steve seen a woman more obviously aroused and excited, almost in spite of herself.

"Oh but Steeeeve," she moaned, now taking a step towards him, "Come onnnnn...we both want it, so what's the harm? And if you're worried about your fath--"

"I'm...not worried about him!" Steve interrupted quickly. He knew he didn't want her to bring his dad into this and ruin his own arousal.

"Oh! Haha well I guess that solves that problem," chuckled Melissa, taking another stride toward him. She was right in front of him now, and, after hesitating a moment, reached down and laced her long fingers through his hair. Involuntarily, Steve closed his eyes and uttered a helpless, aroused moan.

"Mmmm, wowwwww!" murmured Melissa, almost to herself, as she continued threading her fingers through his hair. She curved them slightly, and began to scratch his scalp. Steve had shut his mouth in order to stifle yet another moan.

"So you...you really enjoy this, huh?" Melissa continued. She sounded almost bemused, as if she (like Steve) couldn't quite believe what was happening. But that didn't stop her from forging ahead with her erotic play. After a few more silent moments of scratching his head, Melissa inhaled through her nose and curled her hand around the side of Steve's head, palming it easily. Before Steve knew what was happening, Melissa had stepped even closer into him, effectively pulling him in to her big body. His face was suddenly smushed up against the middle of her toned, fleshy stomach, and Steve felt an abrupt heat at the base of his neck, right in between his collarbones. Melissa's vagina, barely covered by her skimpy black lingerie, was pressing into his neck, and he instantly knew, from the heat and the suggestive, spicy smell, that she was immensely aroused. The curving contours of her bare hips jutted far out on either side of him, seeming to swallow him up. The thick pillars of her thighs were easily as big around as his entire waist...probably even more so at this point. In every way, she dwarfed him and made him feel tiny.

"Heheh even though I'm, like...twice the size of you already," Melissa continued. Her voice was getting a little throaty now. Steve had never quite heard her talk like this before. If it had been any other situation, he would have thought that she was having allergies, or that something was making her emotional. But now, it just sounded like her voice was thick with sex...with her own nascent passion.

"M-Melissa, I..." Steve began. As soon as he tried to speak, he realized that his throat had gone bone-dry. He closed his mouth and swallowed, trying to recover himself. He wasn't even sure what he was going to say.

"Are you ok, Steve?" Melissa asked suddenly, taking a step back from him and putting her hands on his shoulders. Even this simple act conveyed how huge she was compared to him -- the weight of her hands and arms against his shoulders was almost enough to shove him down to his knees right there on the kitchen floor. But Steve was able to keep his feet, albeit not without a bit of a struggle. Melissa, though, didn't seem to notice; she was preoccupied with his answer to her question.

"Because I don't...uhm...I don't want to do anything," she continued seriously, "If...you, know, if you don't."

"No!" exclaimed Steve quickly, his face blushing deeper and deeper by the moment, "No, I mean...uhhh...yes! Yes I...I mean, I would like to."

Melissa allowed his words to hang in the air. She blinked down at him, keeping her hands on his shoulders. Steve felt them slowly tighten around him, and he couldn't help but feel like he had somehow surrendered himself to her, to this...this vixen who was now slowly tightening her hold on him. But he wasn't lying, was he!? He DID want this!

"Well that's...ahm, heheh, yeah that's...nice to hear," Melissa chuckled, smiling awkwardly as she blushed more herself. She took her hands off his shoulders and stood up to her full height, putting her hands on her hips as she thrust her shoulders slowly back. Steve didn't really know what she was doing, other than registering that whatever it was looked damned impressive. In all her 6'7 glory, wearing only those black lingerie panties, she looked like a veritable amazon. Her big hands on her hips were about as high up as his chin, and he had to look way up to even see the underside of her breasts now.

"So you, uh...you think you can handle me?" Melissa quipped.

Steve balked a moment. It was so weird to hear her talking this way. He had never even gone so far as to think of his stepmother as a sexual being, much less a sexual anything that involved him. And yet here she was, looming over him, with that funny little smile on her face, challenging him and indirectly teasing him about their vast size discrepancy. Recently graduated from college, Steve was not a stranger to sexual dalliances, and he felt a new lustful fire flare up in him.

"Well, let's just...let's just see, how about that?" he countered. He grinned up at her, standing up as tall as he could in his pajamas, his erection tenting proudly out of the fabric. Melissa's face spasmed up for a moment and she covered her mouth as her huge body shook; a moment later it was clear to Steve that she was laughing at him.

"Hey!" he laughed, feeling a little offended in her reaction, "I...I mean it, Melissa!"

"Awwww, I...hahaha, I know you do, darling," she replied, nodding her head, "And please don't be upset with me, heheh, I'm sorry, you're just...ugh, you're just so...CUTE!"

Right at the word "cute," something in Melissa seemed to have snapped, and she bent down abruptly, swooping Steve up off his feet with one arm. With the other, she made quick work of his pajama pants, swishing them off in one clean sweep. Steve's naked erection was now bouncing up in the free air, and before Steve knew what was happening, Melissa had heaved him up into a horizontal position, so that one arm was around his chest, and one was around his lower thighs. He was parallel to the ground, and his surging cock was only a couple feet away from Melissa's parting lips.

"Have you...ever had a blowjob, Steve?" she breathed. Her eyes were focused on his cock, going slightly cross-eyed as she honed in on it with absorbed interest. Steve's chest was beginning to heave; not only was his stepmother holding him like he was a child, but he could see her flushed cheeks, and the eager pink triangle of her tongue beginning to lick her lips in anticipation. She was about to blow him!

"Because I've never actually, uh...haha, given one before," Melissa continued. Her eyes broke away from Steve's cock for a moment, and their glances met. Steve's mouth was hanging open; he had absolutely no clue what to say now. There was literally zero blueprint for how to navigate a situation like this.

Melissa laughed self-consciously, apparently enjoying herself. "Well!?" came her humorous adjoiner, "Have you?"

"A...a couple times, yeah," Steve managed to say.

"Hmmm, wellllll..." hummed Melissa, turning her eyes back to his cock, "Let's see how those college girls compare to this!"

A second later, Steve was sucking in his breath as Melissa curled his body in her arms up to her face, opening her mouth in anticipation.

*HAMPFF*

The hungry, aggressive sound of her mouth enclosing itself around his cock echoed out into the kitchen. Steve's erection was suddenly bathing in a warm, tight, fleshy prison that was squeezing and sucking on it from all sides. His eyes widened in shock -- he couldn't believe it! Melissa had just swallowed his entire cock like it was nothing! While it was true that he was now only 4'8, he was still sporting a decent-sized cock...and to think that she had never given a blowjob before! It didn't seem possible; she was far too good. The smooth interior of her lips were squeezing and massaging the entire length of his cock, while her tongue busied itself swirling and twirling around the underside of his swollen head. And all the while, she maintained a relentless, passionate suction that wasn't too hard, but also wasn't too timid or gentle, either.

*Slllurrrrrp* *Shhhluuurp* *Shloorrgghp* *Shmmmmoorrrllpph*

The loud sounds of her sucking bounced off the kitchen walls, seeming to amplify in Steve's ears. He spasmed and flailed a little in her grasp, an involuntary response to the immense pleasure he was experiencing. But Melissa held him fast, tightening her grip around his legs and upper body, as she continued to bore down on his cock with her head. After a few irregular attempts at establishing a rhythm, her head and neck became locked into a steady, bowing rhythm, as she thrust her head down onto his cock, came back up with her lips at the tip, and then thrust herself back down again. She was eating him alive, and any moment, he felt like he was going to lose control and spew his helpless load down her throat.

"W-wait!!" he cried, holding his hands up in surrender, "Wait...Melissa!!"

"Hmmm!?" she inquired, his cock still in her mouth. She looked over towards him curiously, half-impaled on his length, as her tongue continued to swirl around and around his head, unseen, behind her lips. Steve felt his eyes starting to roll back into his head from the sheer pleasure, but he willed himself to keep talking.

"I...I'm about to cum!" he panted, still holding his hands up. Melissa opened her mouth, and his wet, shiny cock came popping out of her mouth, gleaming with her saliva in the kitchen lights.

"So?" she asked, sounding a little confused, even as her voice was light and breezy with the playfulness of their encounter. She was clearly enjoying herself. "I thought that's what was supposed to happen during oral sex. Isn't that...what a blowjob is supposed to do!?"

Steve forced out a huff of a laugh, even as he struggled to contain his load. His stepmother was so inexperienced, so awkward, and so...empirical and scientific in her approach that he had no choice but to laugh a little. But even then, somehow the humor and awkwardness of the situation did nothing to stifle his arousal. But he had managed to stop her in time, and so he continued:

"Y-yeah, but...but not if we wanna actually have sex!"

Melissa's brow furrowed for a moment as she pursed her lips against his cock, apparently deep in thought for a moment. It wasn't lost on Steve that this whole time, she was literally lifting him up horizontally off the ground, without any obvious difficulty. After a few moments, her face brightened.

"Ohhhhh I see!" she laughed, rubbing her lips back and forth across his length as she spoke, "Of course! I forgot! You guys have a refractory period after you have an orgasm -- if you orgasmed in my mouth, we'd have to wait like an hour before you were ready to go again."

"Or...you know...twenty minutes," quipped Steve, still not beyond a bit of prideful joking.

"Oooooo wow, you're such a young, virile man!" teased Melissa, suddenly twisting him in her arms and lowering him back down to the floor, so that he was standing before her. "Such a manly, testosterone-filled hunk!"

The aim of her teasing was clear: Steve was literally staring straight forward into the middle of her toned stomach, and as Melissa put her hands on her hips and cocked her left one to the side, it was clear to him that he wasn't much bigger than a single one of her legs. Still, though, he was transported by lust now. It was like his cock was speaking for him. His erection bounced up and down in anticipation, causing Melissa to gawk down at it and put a delighted hand up to her mouth.

"Well...?" he asked expectantly.

"Oh my GOD, Steve!" Melissa breathed, her nostrils flaring, "This is all just...just SO hot. Yes...YES I want you to have sex with me. Here! I'll just turn around and...and lean against the counter like this and bend over and..."

Melissa was trying to get into a good position, and all Steve could do was marvel at her gigantic ass. It had always been big, but now that she had gotten thicker, and was standing 23 inches taller than him in those heels...well, he wondered how on earth he was going to satisfy THAT. Even bent down, with her legs spread wide, Melissa's huge backside was just about level with his chest, and looked to be about twice as wide as his entire body. Each one of her mammoth ass cheeks looked like it weighed about a quarter as much as he did. Melissa was so aroused that, as she leaned against the counter, she let out a moan and twerked her big ass cheeks back and forth, back and forth, in expectation.

"Uhhh...I...I think I'm gonna need a step stool," Steve croaked. His throat had gone dry again. The hulking, twerking cheeks of his stepmother's ass were incredibly intimidating, especially considering that they were right at his chest-level.

"A step stool!?" snorted Melissa, peering around behind her, "Hahaha, are you serious!? I've got my legs spread and I'm literally bending down so you can reach!"

"Well...look!" retorted Steve, gesturing at her huge, bouncing ass in frustration.

"Aha, I seeeeee," chuckled Melissa, "God you're even smaller than I thought, Steve!"

"And who's fault is that!?" he countered, folding his arms. Steve knew that he must have looked ridiculous, standing there all pissy, in front of Melissa's gyrating, megalithic ass, but even in this moment, when both of them were flushed and aroused, he felt like he needed to stand up for himself.

"Aww you can't stay mad about that forever," teased Melissa, not bothered by his tone in the least. "Now come on, cowboy -- are you gonna stand there sulking like a little child, or are you gonna do what it takes to have sex with this big ass?"

Steve stood there for a few more seconds with his arms crossed, before he finally relented with a little huff, shaking his head as the corners of his mouth twitched up into a resigned smile. The blatant sexual inexperience betrayed by her word choice had a paradoxical effect. She had him -- there was no way he could deny that she KNEW what he wanted to do. What good was it trying to pretend it wasn't true?

"Theeeere we go!" cheered Melissa with great exaggeration. She was bouncing her giant ass up and down now, so that her cheeks clapped together, in mock applause for Steve's decision. Seeing her ass "clap" for him was all the motivation Steve needed. He set off immediately, looking for a step stool. He could feel Melissa's eyes watching him as he searched. He had stepped out of his oversized pajama pants, so that his erect cock was now bouncing out in front of him, leading him in his quest. He glanced back at her, and she stuck her tongue out of the side of her mouth, winking at him.