A Stepmother's Final Lessons

(Part 6 of 6)

Mike Charles arrived on Tuesday, as expected. Mom made a roast with salad and crusty bread, just as she did when I first came home for the summer. He turned out to be a professor at my school which explained why I thought the name was familiar... Dr. Michael Charles. He was older than I expected, his reddish-blond beard just starting to show some gray. I wanted to hate the guy. But the more time I spent with him the more I wanted him to like me. And seeing him with Heidi, how in love she was with him, I knew I never had a chance.

He came to work with me on Wednesday. I asked him if he wouldn't rather spend the day with her.

"There'll be time for that," he replied. "I'd like to get to know you, who she cares for so much."

I had to give him credit. He was not afraid to break a sweat. I work for a lawn and tree service and the boss allows walk-ons as long as they don't handle the power equipment. Mike threw himself into every task he was set and kept coming back for more. On Wednesday he raked and edged while we cut lawns. On Thursday we hauled and spread truckloads of dirt and gravel for a landscaping project. He seemed tireless and I had to insist he take his breaks.

Each night the three of us would have dinner together and Mike would animatedly tell Heidi about the day. You would have thought he invented lawn care the way she fawned on him. I didn't fuss about it though. It was okay to let him have his moments. I'd had mine, after all. Plus, he made my work seem way more interesting than it really was.

On Friday he and I were sent to take down a dead tree in a suburban back yard. I went up the ladder and Mike manned the rigging, lowering the limbs to the ground as I sawed them off. I cut and split the larger pieces into fireplace-sized logs while Mike fed the smaller ones into the chipper. Then I bent the boss's rule by coaching him in cutting down the trunk. He was pretty excited when he made the back cut and the tree fell exactly where we wanted it.

After work that day he invited me out for beers but I wasn't sure how well that would go. Bars near the school served people my age but beer around here came strictly out of coolers. Still, we stopped at a sketchy-looking dump named the Chapter 9 Lounge where Mike loudly ordered two pitchers as soon as he stepped into the darkened room. The bartender scowled at me suspiciously and Mike just shrugged and smiled. The guy shrugged back and started pouring.

On a dirty table in a yellow pool of light we shared the pitcher and had a heart to heart.

"Your mother was a junior in the Education program when we first got together," he began. "Your stepmother, I mean."

I nodded and scraped my cup on the chipped formica.

"I was about thirty at the time. Just made associate professor." He tossed back his last few drops and poured himself another. "I'm going to miss that life. But I'm looking forward to the new challenges ahead of me."

"I dig it," I said for lack of anything else to say.

"Obviously it was a breach of ethics for me to take up with a student like that. It wasn't the first time, either, if I must be honest. I was pretty dissolute back then. I used to make excuses to myself to justify it. But... facts."

"That's cool, I guess." The jukebox started playing by itself, something by David Allan Coe, and I was starting to buzz from the beer.

"I thought so too, when I was young. Then I met Heidi and everything changed. She wasn't the most beautiful or the smartest or even the sexiest. Don't tell her I said that. But she was the most... everything in one person. You know what I mean?"

"I do, yeah." And I did, actually and not just in theory. Because that was how I thought of her myself.

"She was delightfully inexperienced when we started getting intimate. But she had such a dirty mind." I wondered if he wasn't a little drunk already, telling me all this. "There was a long list of things she wanted to try. I was actually intimidated by her desires. But she was never intimidated, though there were some things we tried that she didn't care for. It made me curious, though, where she got her ideas."

"Hothouse magazine!" I interjected excitedly, nearly spilling my beer.

"Exactly," he replied, laughing, "Hothouse magazine. I used to read PartyBoy, of course, that being the socially acceptable smut option. I'm a Hothouse man now, though."

"Yeah, me too," I agreed.

"I bet you are." His eyes suddenly narrowed on me and I felt embarrassed about my enthusiasm for Mom's porn of choice.

"I try to fulfill your mother's fantasies... the fantasies that two people can fulfill together, that is. But she's always wanted to try something that takes more than two, Trey. Do you know what I'm saying?"

"A threesome?"

"A threesome. There's never been a third person we had confidence in... until now. Trey, I'm asking you to make love to her with me. It would mean a lot to us if you would."

"I... I don't know."

"Listen, I've waited ten years to claim her as my own. Going forward, I will never share her again, with anyone, for any reason. So, it's a one-time only offer, Trey."

So, Saturday evening I shaved and scrubbed and, dressed in only a t-shirt and underwear, I went to Mom's bedroom, or I should say Mom and Mike's bedroom. He was sitting on the side of the bed, nude except for his glasses, with his elbow resting on the crook of his knee. His hand cradled a mug of herbal tea. He looked up and gave me a nod. I tried not to look directly at him but couldn't help but notice that he was in fit shape for a man his age. No wonder he kept up so well on the job with me.

Mom wasn't in the room and I could hear clicks and taps beyond the door of the attached bath. I made my way to the other side of the bed and, taking a moment to screw up my courage, I pulled the t-shirt over my head. Then I pushed my briefs down to my knees and let them fall to the floor. Painfully conscious of the semi-erection between my legs I sat down on the bed, mirroring Mike's pose and fixing my gaze on the bathroom door.

"Come on out, honey, or we'll start without you," Mike called. Then quietly, to me, "Just kidding."

Minutes passed and the door finally opened. Heidi stepped out and I was struck at how timid she seemed. This was a woman who had proven all summer to be as confident as a lover could be. Here, now, she was shy and retiring, standing there, not posing, waiting to be invited into her own bed. Her wavy brown hair was pulled back in pigtails and she wore a simple white satin nightgown, tied at the shoulders. Her eyes were narrow slits, accented with mascara, and she had the faintest of smiles on her matte red lips.

"You look beautiful, honey," Mike said, and her smile broadened even as her hand rose to cover her eyes. "Why don't you come lie down?"

She minced nervously to the foot of the bed and stretched herself forward between us, her face cradled in her hands. Was it the idea of being with two men at once that was making her so shy? Or was it that her boyfriend brought out in her a submissive streak? It was a side of her I had never seen. She might have pretended at it sometimes, while we acted out scenes from Hothouse letters. But it was always clear that it was an act. She wasn't acting now.

I would have liked to stroke her hair or run my hands down her back. Her derriere looked delightful under the satin and if we were alone I would have rested my hand on those lovely cheeks. But I didn't want to take the lead, not in front of her boyfriend. Mike half-rolled toward her and began massaging her calves, working his way up her legs and pushing the hem of her nightgown over the backs of her thighs. He kissed her shoulder, her hair, the top of her ear as his hand went under the satin of her gown.

His hand worked back down to her knees and then between them. She parted her legs enough to permit his hand to move up between her thighs and when he reached their nexus he squeezed her there vigorously. Her back arched at his touch and her upper body came up on her elbows, her face looking up at the ceiling with tight-closed eyes. I took the opportunity to kiss her on the corner of her mouth and she turned her face to me with parted lips.

I laid my head on the pillow and Mom came down on me, our lips joined in a wet kiss. I couldn't see what Mike was doing but I could guess by the way she writhed and moaned in my mouth. She turned her head to kiss him and rolled against me, allowing me the luxury of running my hand over her satin-covered waist and hips. I nuzzled her neck and pressed myself against her cheeks. She pushed back on me and I lifted her gown over her hips so I could feel her bare ass on my now-stiff member.

How is it I can make love to a woman a hundred times in a hundred days and still be giddy at the prospect of making love to her again? The passion had been waning in recent days but now it was back like the first time we made love. I took myself in hand and brought it up between her thighs, felt the wetness and heat of her arousal on the head of my cock. She lifted one knee to let me in and Mike sat back to watch me slowly penetrate her from behind, a satisfied look on his face.

I pushed in slowly, savoring the feeling as she would encourage me to do. As always, she fit me like a glove and I thrust in the last half inch, pumped her a couple of times before resting inside her. She twisted her hips side to side, pushing back against me to take me as deeply as we could. Then we lay like spoons with my hand on her hip and the scent of her hair in my nose.

Mike moved up on the bed and let Mom kiss his hairy chest, suck on his nipples one by one. He moved up farther and she kissed his stomach, tracing the contours of his abs with the tip of her tongue. His hardon tapped her on the chin and she ignored it to nuzzle his pubic hair. He cocked his knee and her face made a circuit around the base of his cock, pausing to give his balls a good sucking.

I watched in fascination as she made love to this man's penis. She licked him like an ice cream cone, working her leisurely way to his head, teasing him. He showed no sign of impatience, just lay there with his head propped in his hand, letting her lick his dick and watching her with a casual eye. Just short of his crown she traced a circle around his shaft. Then without warning she popped her lips over the thing and in a couple of lunges had it halfway in her mouth.

"That's it, Trey," Mike said to me as Mom sucked and slobbered noisily on his knob. "There's no coming back from this."

I started to thrust softly into her and she pushed back, nearly instantly taking charge of our rhythm. It was so nice to lay there with her, our hips moving in unison. And at the same time her mouth worked magic on her boyfriend's cock. He pushed deeper into her mouth than I'd ever seen her take it. Then with his fingers on the crown of her head he coaxed her to take it all the way, sinking into her throat until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. And still her head moved up and down and side to side.

She pulled away and let his cock slip from her lips just long enough to whisper, "I love you, babe," before taking him in again. He whispered, "I love you too, sugar," and all the while she's banging her ass against my hips and I'm making slow, slick circles around her clitoris with my middle finger.

"Okay, let's switch," Mike announced.

Heidi immediately pulled away from me and rolled over on her stomach, coming up on her hands and knees. She was evidently getting over her shyness. Mike got on his knees behind her and started prodding her haunches. I got on my knees in front of her and, holding her face in my hands, began feeding her dick in shallow thrusts.

I wasn't going to try to make her deep throat me like Mike had. I was familiar by now with Mom's oral comfort level and gave her just enough cock to make it fun for both of us. Mike and I shared a triumphant smile and he reached forward to take Mom's pigtails and pull her head back just a little bit farther while he plowed into her from behind. I sat back on my heels and watched her try to keep me in her mouth while her body jerked to the rhythm of Mike's pounding.

Over the next hour and a half, we worked our way through the "two guys, one girl" cliches we'd read about in Hothouse's letters to the editor. Heidi kneeled in front of us, going back and forth with mouth and hands. She sat between us on the side of the bed and jacked us both off at the same time. Mike and I alternated eating her pussy and sucking on her tits and kissing her sweet lips. We swung her between us by her arms and legs. She sat on my dick while Mike stood in front of her, pushing her head down on his. Mike lifted her up and bounced her on his dick while I held her around her chest and played with her ass.

For our finale, Heidi lay on her back on the corner of the bed with her head hanging over one edge and her ass over the other. Mike stood between her legs and, holding her ankles in his hands, pushed into her in one thrust and began sawing away. I brought the head of my cock to her lips and she took me in, her hands on my hips to guide me. The motions of her chin, her throat, her small breasts with their tiny strawberry nipples, were hypnotic to me as we spit-roasted her, my stepmother, the woman who raised me.

I got the blowjob of my life that evening, maybe the blowjob of anyone's life. Her head swiveled around my cock, her tongue lashing out to paint the head with saliva, her lips lunging forward on the shaft and reluctantly letting it slide out from between them. She coaxed my hips into a steady rhythm but urged me slightly deeper and deeper until her mouth had engulfed my entire not-quite six inches. I took a very guilty pleasure in the sensation of my scrotum mashing against her nose.

I reached forward while I fucked her face to pluck at her nipples. Mike reached around one of her thighs and was mashing her clit with his thumb. It was hard to tell how Mom was holding up under this treatment but I expected she was due for an epic uncorking. Suddenly she tensed up and tried to pull away from him but he held her legs firmly. She quivered hard several times and made a long muffled moan on my cock.

"Fuck!" Mike shouted and grimaced and groaned as he finished inside her.

I let loose as well and Mom brought her hands up to my balls and the base of my cock as I filled her mouth. Her eyes glimmered at me as I withdrew from between her lips. She opened her mouth to show me my semen coating her tongue, then closed it to swallow. I went down on one knee to kiss her soiled lips and stroke her wavy hair. Then Mike and I helped her up and she skipped off to the bathroom.

After I got my underwear and shirt back on I shook Mike's hand and wished him luck.

"Thanks, Trey," he said. "We wouldn't have done this without you."

"My thanks to you, Mike," I replied. "I'm sorry for everything you and she went through on my behalf."

"Don't let that trouble you, Trey. Just, if you want to repay her generosity, don't let it go to waste. Be the kind of man she would approve of, you know?"

"Oh, I know. And I will."

"Good man."

I looked over at the closed bathroom door. My bags were already packed for a late night drive back to school. "Tell her goodbye for me."

*****

Epilogue:

Over winter break, Heidi and Michael tied the knot at his family's estate. His parents graciously offered me a guest room and another for Rachel, my girlfriend of four months. It was a pretty posh affair and probably helped to seal the deal between me and Rach. If anyone noticed her tip-toeing to my room in the small hours that night they didn't say anything about it.

Overcome by the romance of the occasion or maybe just liking the way I wore my suit, she crawled into my borrowed bed and bestowed on me her first ever blowjob, with all the toothy enthusiasm she could muster. I certainly didn't complain about her lack of technique. Rather, I assured her it was the best thing that ever happened to me. It was pretty great, too, because it was her.

I wasn't completely over Mom but time and distance had cooled my ardor for her. And now there was Rachel. The more time I spent with her the more I appreciated her bright eyes and easy smile and the sprinkle of freckles on her kissable cheeks. I was pretty happy to break the ice with her, in bed, and looked forward to gently encouraging her to become the lover she was capable of being.

Tonight was a great start. Proudly, she kissed me right afterward, eager for my approval. And I was eager to give it, lovingly returning her kisses while my hands explored the mysteries of her nightclothes. But as I tried to nudge her panties down she melted away like a Chanel-scented mist. I guessed her chastity would survive for another occasion.

While I lay in bed thinking of the great favor she had done me, I couldn't help thinking of Mom, of the last time we were together, the look in her eyes as she showed me her mouth full of come. Rachel could be a great lover someday. Certainly I would come to appreciate her a great deal. But could she ever take Heidi's place in my heart? Or had my stepmother spoiled me for other women forever? Well, I wasn't sorry, if that was the case. And I would definitely do it all over again If I had to.

So, Mom, if you're out there reading this, remembering that summer, I just want to say thank you for everything. You are a special kind of person. And I love you.