Evan took a glass into the bathroom, quickly whacked off a load into it, and then went back to the kitchen to pour some milk over top, creating a creamy white, frothy concoction that would make his sexy stepsister stop being such a bitch to him. The afternoon was turning out to be the hottest of the year so far, so he was sure it wouldn't be long before...
"Going out!"
Hearing the front door slam, Evan left the glass on the kitchen counter and quickly moved to the living room window in time to see his stepsister running down the sidewalk. Fuck!
"Aah..."
Frowning, Evan headed back into the kitchen to see his sweating stepmother, dressed for gardening, holding the milk glass. It was already half empty.
"Mm! Oh, that hit the spot! I was planting some azaleas but it's so hot out there," the capri-clad woman explained before tilting back the rest of the sperm-tainted milk.
Evan didn't even try to stop her. The half she'd already consumed would have been enough. "I, uh, I gotta go..."
"Ohh..." Celia moaned and stumbled. The glass dropped to the floor and shattered.
"Mom!" Evan stepped forward to grab her but it was too late. Her bare foot stepped onto one of the shards and she gasped, grimaced in pain, and fell backwards. He managed to catch her before she hit while somehow avoiding the glass himself. As he held her, she blinked at him with a look on her face that he'd come to recognize from the other women who had tasted his cum.
"Ohh, my brave hero..." She caressed his face. "...so much like your father..."
"Uh, we need to look at your foot." He put her arm around his shoulder and circumnavigated the shards of glass, heading toward the bathroom while keeping her dainty, lacerated foot aloft. There, they found that she hadn't put her full weight down so the cut was shallow and easily bandaged.
"I feel so strange," she commented as she wiped her arm across her glistening forehead.
She was wearing one of those kerchiefs to keep her dark hair swept back and Evan couldn't help but think of how cute it made her look. He had to get away before something happened that he couldn't take back, but he couldn't just leave her there with a damaged foot. "Too much sun...maybe you should lay down?" Then he winced...her bed was the last place he wanted to be near!
She held her hands out and he helped her into her bedroom. Once again the voluptuous woman's perfume filled his senses, along with the salty scent of her sweat. He tilted her toward the bed but she clamped her arm around him and took him down with her. Surprised, Evan found himself underneath the warm body of his curvy stepmother, their faces mere inches away. "Mom?" Then she was kissing him and rubbing her mature body into his. When had his cock become hard? He didn't know, but now their pelvises were grinding together and they were both panting. He could feel his own willpower dissipating as his passion mounted. He'd had a confusing crush on his stepmother ever since he'd been able to have erections, and now here she was, bearing down upon him, their clothes the only thing keeping the forbidden circuit from completing. "We...we can't..." he moaned into her mouth.
"I'm so lonely...please, Evan..." She reared up upon him and unfastened her shirt, revealing a surprisingly sexy black lace bra that held back her large breasts. A moment later, the titsling was gone and her D-cup boobs were in his face, magnificent, torpedo-like, warm bags of fun that practically smothered him.
"Oh God..." he moaned and took one of her hard, conical nipples into his mouth. A dark part of his mind whispered to him that her daughter Shannon had done this very thing as a baby eighteen years before.
"Yesss..." she moaned, "suck them, my handsome boy..." She reached down to unfasten his jeans.
When he felt her warm hand surround his incredibly hard dick he froze. He couldn't do this to his father! He pulled off of the magnificent mammary. "Mom! We can't...please stop."
She looked down at his cock. "But...you want me...I can feel it...please?" She gave it an experimental stroke.
"No!" He pushed his stepmother off of him.
"Oww..."
He saw that she had bumped her bandaged foot on the wall next to the bed as she fell onto her back. "Shit! I'm sorry, Mom!"
"No, I'm sorry, Evan...I don't know what came over me. I'm just a silly, frumpy old woman." She pulled the comforter over herself to hide her bare breasts.
"You're not frumpy, and you're not even forty," he told her as he retreated to the bedroom door while attempting to tuck his erection back into his pants. "You're very beautiful, but also my stepmom, so..."
"I love you," she sniffled.
"Love you too." Then he closed the door behind. "Jesus," he huffed as he headed to his own room to take care of the insistent stiffy. However, after laying back on his own bed, he only managed to masturbate for a minute before he heard his bedroom door creak open.
"Evan?"
Celia was standing there, balancing on her good foot and staring at his cock with a renewed hunger. Her shirt had been partially re-buttoned, but without her bra so her pronounced cleavage led the way.
He stopped stroking. "Mom...we can't..."
She hobbled forward. "I did that to you...I should be the one to help you." Then she was on the bed with him.
"We can't," he repeated.
She moved his hand and replaced it with hers. "No sex...I'm just lending a helping hand." She started stroking.
