A Stepmothers Final Lessons Ch 02

(Part 2 of 6)

At the age of nineteen I was still inexperienced enough that making love with a girl, any girl, was like a dream come true. But doing it with my stepmother? I never dreamed that would happen. I never even thought about it. Now in the course of a single evening our relationship had drastically changed. We looked at nude magazines together and read dirty stories to each other. We had pleasured each other orally and now she was going to teach me to make love. Was this a dream?

Mom stood and turned to face the couch. She kneeled down and draped her nude upper body over the cushions, her shapely ass clad only in a black pleated skirt. Kneeling behind her I ran my hands over her calves, slid them reverently up her thighs. I took the hem of her skirt in both hands and raised it over her perfect, lily-white cheeks.

She had no instructions for me now, just laid her cheek on her forearm and looked back at me over her shoulder. I couldn't believe this was happening. My stepmother, the woman who raised me, who I had always known as a strict, no-nonsense person, was bent over for me, inviting me to have my way with her. I rested my hands on her hips and nudged the head of my cock up to her curly brown bush. I felt her hand between her legs take hold of me and rub the tip of my dick up and down in her wet slit.

She was wet and ready and I was rock hard so there was no real resistance when I pushed into her. But damn was she tight. I waited there, buried deep in her warm wet pussy and ran my hands over her back and through her long wavy brown hair cascading over her shoulders. The feeling was sublime and I wanted to savor it forever. We made eye contact over her shoulder and shared a knowing smile.

"You have a big dick, Trey." She said, "And it feels just right in my pussy. Just right is even better than big."

I started pumping her, thrilled beyond words. I loved the view of my dick sliding in and out of her, slick and shiny with her juices.

"You're as big as your father, but harder. It's nice to be fucked by a young guy for a change. Enjoy that stamina while it lasts, baby."

I put my hands on her shoulders for leverage and she arched her back and let me give it to her hard. I didn't know how many times I'd get to do this so I resolved to treat every time as if it might be the last.

"Give it to me good, baby. We'll work on your technique later. For now, just take what's yours."

I was reminded of one of the letters she read to me out of Hothouse magazine, the one about the guy who screwed his future mother-in-law right before his wedding. That guy wasn't related to her any more than I was related to Heidi, technically. But she was his girlfriend's mother and would soon be related to him by marriage. Did that make the story sexier? Was having sex with Heidi hot because she was sexy, or hotter because we were subverting our family relationship?

"Okay, baby. Time to slow down," she said in a low, breathy tone of voice much different from the way she used to speak to me. "That's it, slow way down and enjoy the feeling. Do you like the way my pussy feels?"

"Yeah. I love it, Mom. I mean Heidi."

"It's all right to call me that, baby. I don't mind. It's just us here and, like I said, I'm not really your mother."

"Okay, Mom. Well, your pussy feels like heaven."

"That's good. Now pull out almost all the way. That's it, just the tip. Tease me now. Give me just an inch, in and out. Oh yes, that's it. Keep doing that. When you're ready... slam it in!"

I shoved in hard just then, our bodies slapping together and a sharp "Oh!" issuing from her throat. Several times I stroked into her hard and instinctively pulled back and began teasing her with my tip again.

"Wow. You're a fast learner, Trey. Let's do some more of that. Tease me, then punish me. Show me how you do it."

I thought the best way to do it was to keep her guessing. It became a game, an impossibly sexy game. I think I might have made her come at some point. I didn't dare ask. She had warned me not to ask, earlier in the evening. After a while she suggested we play a different way.

"Change up even a little bit every so often. It helps you last longer and keeps me from getting too sore." She explained. "Even then, I'm sure I'll be walking funny tomorrow."

Hearing her say these dirty things excited me but also kind of bothered me. It didn't bother me so much that I wanted to stop. That was for sure. At her instruction I started giving her a slow and loving screw. She moved one of her legs forward until her foot was flat on the floor.

"Reach under and touch my pussy. Yeah, that's it. Feel my lips where they wrap around your cock. Touch me all over. Is that nasty enough for you?"

"No. It's fucking awesome."

"No, it's nasty. Fucking a wet pussy is nasty. Sucking a fat cock is nasty. Let me get on top and I'll show you how nasty I can be."

She pushed me back and had me lie on the floor. I was so excited when she stood over me and lowered herself on my throbbing cock. This was something I had only seen done in videos and the reality of it far exceeded my expectations. She smiled down benignly while she rode me and I tentatively reached up to pass my hands over her small breasts and tiny strawberry nipples.

"Go ahead and touch my boobs, Trey. You're going to get to touch them and suck on them and put your dick between them. They aren't big enough for a proper tit-fuck but we'll do the best with what we have."

"They are perfect and beautiful," I said. "You're perfect, Mom."

"You're so sweet, Trey. We are going to have a lot of fun together. Are you looking forward to it?"

"Yes, oh yes. But this is... I don't know how much longer I can last."

"You're doing great, sweetie. Hold on a little while longer." She was breathing heavily from the effort. "But you can't come inside me. I'm not on the pill."

I shut my eyes and tried to relax. Heidi started moaning softly, a sound that was becoming familiar to me along with the soft slapping of our bodies coming together and the wet squelch of our genitals.

"Oh honey, hold on a little longer," she begged, "Just a little... longer."

I became hyper aware of my lover's body, my mother's body. The motion of her calves against my thighs, the rising pitch of her moans, the little tremors in her arms pinning my chest. She said a woman shouldn't have to tell me when she climaxes, I should just know. Now would be a good time for me to start paying attention.

"Yeah yeah yeah yeah," she chanted and sat on me hard. A shudder passed through her body and she lay heavily on me. I put my arms around her and held her. After a minute she pushed herself back up and started riding me again.

I was pretty proud of myself just then. Even so, I held off as long as I could. And when I couldn't stand it any longer she lifted herself off of me and came crashing down on my lap, crushing my twitching cock and rocking on it while I came. Then she rolled forward and rubbed her belly on mine, coating both of us with a layer of semen.

When we had caught our breath she kissed me sweetly on the lips. "We did it, baby. I'm so glad this happened."

We took a break to get cleaned up in our respective bathrooms. I put on a pair of sweatpants before returning to the living room so that my dick wouldn't be flopping around. Heidi was wearing a thin white tank top over her black pleated skirt. What a doll she was, so hot and cute.

"Dad was a fool to let you go," I told her, trying to pay her a compliment.

Her eyes narrowed and at once the old Heidi was back, the unyielding woman who checked my homework, questioned me about my friends and lectured me on the perils of slovenliness.

"He didn't have a choice," she said in a peevish tone. "I moved into your room the day you left for college and told him he was out. I gave him time to find a new girlfriend to sponge off of. I'm not a monster."

I certainly didn't doubt what she was saying, nor her reason for doing so. But I couldn't think of how to respond except with a stupid grin.

"I'm going to tell you something, Trey, at the risk of offending you or of damaging myself in your eyes."

She waited for me to say something, her eyes commanding my respect despite our state of undress and the filthy things we had just done together. When I didn't reply, she continued.

"I never loved your father. No self-respecting woman could. You know what he's like. If anything, you're probably confused why I stayed with him as long as I did."

"That has crossed my mind, from time to time."

"I was friends with your mother. We taught the same grade at school. She was a wonderful woman. The nicest, sweetest person I've ever known. But she had her problems, and it was clear that those problems all stemmed from an unhappy marriage."

My spirits, light as a feather after our lovemaking, became leaden. I remembered my mother but only distantly, having been nine years old when she died. I was too young to understand the nature of my parents' relationship at the time, to understand why Dad didn't seem that upset that she was gone, while I was absolutely crushed.

"What I'm going to tell you... I don't want you to take it to heart. I'm not telling you this to make you feel guilty, because you're not guilty of anything. You were a child, an innocent child, my best friend's child, and I felt it was my duty to protect you from a terrible wrong."

Some inkling of what she was hinting at filtered into my mind. "What... did you...?"

"I thought about you, a sweet kid, impressionable, being raised by that asshole. Him and the next poor woman he could charm into marrying him. So I volunteered for the position."

I felt the weight of the world as the truth of it dawned on me. She and my father were as mismatched a pair as I could imagine. Him a lazy, narcissistic drunk. Her a sober, selfless bundle of energy. They say opposites attract, but not like that. She did it... for me.

"If you're feeling bad, don't. I knew what I was getting into. Part of the problem with loving a guy like him was that he was never going to love you back. And since I didn't even like him I wasn't disappointed. It was like living with a really shitty roommate. A roommate who I slept with and, I don't mind saying, he was good in bed. So it wasn't all bad."

I looked down, embarrassed. "I put you through so much trouble. You did that for me and I resented you for it."

"Come here, baby." She held out her arms and I leaned in to let her cradle me against her bare shoulder. "You were no trouble. No more trouble than any other child. Less, in fact, than many of the students who've come through my classroom. It was a real pleasure raising you. And rewarding too."

I lay in her arms for several minutes, caught between feelings of gratitude and filial love on one hand and consciousness of our bare skin and proximity on the other.

"It was easy enough to get in your father's good graces. He needed a replacement for your mother and I played naive enough to fall for his bullshit. In a stroke he got a girl, a home, a babysitter and a steady paycheck. I was able to please him just enough to keep him interested. He also liked how I seemed oblivious to his womanizing. We used condoms religiously, by the way, in case you were worried."

"Should we be using condoms?"

"If you don't feel like pulling out, sure. But I don't mind barebacking with you. I prefer it, to be honest." Her hand slid down my back and slipped under the waistband of my sweatpants. "Speaking of which, are you ready to get it up again?"

I had my concerns about that but wouldn't admit it at the moment. "Yeah, of course."

"Good. Because I put a glob of vaseline on my butthole."

I sat up and looked at her with astonishment. "Are you serious?"

"Sure, why not?" There was no hint of mirth or deception on her face. "Unless you're not into it."

"No. I'm into it." To tell the truth I didn't know if I would like it or not. I had considered it. The thought intrigued me. But in my limited experience I had never tried it with a girl, wouldn't even know how to bring it up. But I knew that if a lady asked you to fuck her in the ass, you fucked her in the ass.

Mom stood and took off her skirt, spread it out on the floor. Then she sat down on it and laid back, spreading her legs lasciviously.

I stood over her, my fresh erection jutting out proudly. "I thought you had to be bending over for this."

"This way works too," She said, hand between her legs and fingertips playing with her pussy. "I like it this way so you can see my face when you stick it up my ass. So you know I'm a person and not just a hole for you to fuck."

Hearing her talk this way, wow. It was going to take some getting used to. When I was young I wasn't even allowed to say 'crap' or 'fart'. And here she was talking about me fucking her in the ass. Was this really happening? If it was a dream, I didn't want to wake up.

I kneeled down once more between her knees and again I brought my mouth to her sweet pussy and had another long taste. Heidi moaned and her hips rotated against my tongue. After a few minutes of this she tapped me on the head and tugged upward on my hair to hurry me up.

I didn't want to be rushed so I kissed my way up her belly and spent a little time making love to her small breasts and tiny strawberry nipples. She gasped and arched her back, pushing those stiff little gems into my mouth. I kissed her chest and her shoulders and her neck and her cheeks. Then, for the first time, ever, I kissed her passionately on the lips and her tongue entered my mouth, wrestling with my own.

We kissed and kissed and it was more obscene in my mind than anything we had done already that evening. Kissing my own stepmother, passionately, with open mouth, the woman who raised me. If it was a crime, it was a crime I wanted to commit every hour of every day. While we kissed, my penis sought out the cleft between her legs. Heidi wrapped her legs around me and rested her heels on my ass. She pulled me in and I entered her pussy without hesitation.

"There, get it nice and wet, baby," she murmured in my ear. With her heels she pushed me away until I emerged dripping from her pussy. Then she brought up her knees so my cock was aiming just below her honeypot. "Look me in the eyes, baby. I want you to remember this moment forever."

I pushed myself up on my arms so I could see her. I moved forward with my cock and felt resistance, not sure how this could possibly work. She reached down between us and took me between two fingers to guide me in. I pushed and there was still resistance but it was different. I pushed again and her mouth opened in a silent cry. I pushed again and something definitely felt weird. Her eyes went wide with a look of fear and confusion. Oh yeah, I was going to remember that forever.

I pushed again and I could feel something slipping over the head of my cock. Her eyes regained focus and she smiled at me, a nervous smile. "You're doing it, baby. You're doing so good."

Something was happening. I was getting somewhere. I wanted to look down and confirm what was happening. But I couldn't tear my eyes away from hers. I could only keep pushing, pushing.

"Okay, slow, baby. You're in. Just go slow, please."

I waited and then with exaggerated slowness I sank into her anus. Once we were joined at the pelvis a wave of discomfort and confusion passed over her face. Then she smiled at me, a little more confidently. I lowered myself onto her and we breathed in each other's ears for a while.

"You did good, honey. You claimed your mommy's ass. Now you can give it to me nice and slow."

Sodomizing my beloved stepmother. The thought of it sickened and delighted me. Nice and slow, like she said, I slid in and out, my greased up cock gripped in a tight velvet vise. I felt like I was doing a terrible thing. But she urged me on with her dirty words, moaned in my ear like a whore. In and out, and her heels on my ass pushed me to go just a little bit faster, give it to her a little bit harder.

"Your father never got this, Trey." She murmured. "What would he say if he could see you now, buttfucking your mother."

I pulled out far enough that I could feel the iris of her asshole pinching the crown of my cock head. I paused there for a moment, savoring the feeling.

"You don't have to pull out this time. Go ahead, come in my ass."

I slid back into her and filled her ass with come, groaning in her ear. And to this day, when I need a fantasy to get me over a hump, I think about the look in her eyes and her dirty words in my ear. And I think of coming deep and hard in my stepmother's ass.