1. Mandy sat down on the cotton couch in the living room, eyes closed, head resting on the back of the sofa, her long brown hair scattered around, thinking about Henry, her stepson.
Lately, he's been looking fatigued and acting sluggish, unlike the fit and vigorous 20 year old he should be. He is healthy, no doubt, with a muscular physique and a heart that could take him running for miles. Tan and toned, he should be an energetic boy, bouncing around like a bunny in heat ready to breed. But he's been waking up late, having no appetite for breakfast, and looking weak and subdued with dark circles eclipsing his once bright eyes.
He wasn't always like that. Mandy thought about the first time he met him, two years ago, when she moved in. She was 35. He struggled to control his impulses; he kept gawking at Mandy's busty breasts in her white low-cut top, eyeing her cleavage repeatedly, and even flirted with her, calling her the sexiest woman he's ever met and praising her curves. He was obviously jealous of his father, who remained oblivious to Henry's actions.
At dinner that very same day he was charming and talkative, ready to please his lovely stepmom in any way possible. Filled with gusto he talked with his hands flailing about and his arms waving around and inevitably knocked her glass of water onto her top. He became flustered, cheeks and ears reddening, and apologized quickly and offered to give her a change of his father's clothes (her clothes were still in boxes, unpacked)
Mandy smiled and told him not to worry. She was in love with her new stepson who she found cute and easily lovable. Henry ran to his father's room, and Mandy decided to follow him upstairs. In the room Henry managed to find a comfortable white top, too large for her, to replace hers.
"This should be alright. You would look cute wearing an oversized shirt," he said, gripping the shirt on its shoulders with both hands and holding them high. Mandy stood in front of him, her shirt wet and translucent, revealing her black bra. Her soft, plump tits now wet and glistening, looking like fresh melons ripe for tasting.
He lowered the shirt, saw Mandy, and gulped.
"You really think I would look cute?" Mandy said. Without hesitation she removed her shirt with a criss-cross, exposing her lovely, soft torso and her curvy hips that could not be contained by her short, low-waisted jeans.
Henry grew silent and was at a lost. Not knowing whether to look away, speak, or give a compliment, he ended up staring hard at Mandy's front, with his mouth open, fantasizing about covering her entire front with a huge, thick cumload.
Mandy cleaned herself with the dry parts of her shirt; raising her breasts, pushing her chests out, and dabbing on them softly. She took her time, letting the cute boy in front of her stare to his cock's content. Yup. Without knowing, Henry got hard and now has a twitching, engorged cock pitching a tent in his pants. She considered taking off her bra, which was a bit damp like her jeans but still wearable, but decided that it's too risky. She didn't want throbbing little Henry to be tortured anymore than it was already.
She put on her husband's white shirt that gave the comforting smell and feel of the man she still loved then, and looked down at his hard-on piercing his pants. Following her eyes, Henry looked down and finally became aware of his hard cock that was beginning to leak. He turned around quickly and readjusted his cock into an inconspicuous position and turned around again.
Mandy was staring at him with her arms on her hips and head tilted to her right. Henry was paralyzed by his embarrassment and now looking down like a shy puppy. She walked to him and lifted his chin up, had him look into her eyes, placed her index finger on his lips and gave a cheeky wink. She turned around and began walking out of the room, giving her little ass a wiggle as she crossed the door.
This was the beginning of the sexual tension that would continue for the next two years to the present.
Over the next two years Mandy would tease him repeatedly. She would pinch and rub her nipples so that they would pop out of her shirt during breakfast, or she would wear a pair of revealing shorts that could barely cover her phat, juicy ass. She would walk in front of him and, exaggerating her walk, let her ass sway from side to side, luring him, daring him, to take it. She wore low-cut tops with a push-up bra, or a revealing sports bra, around the house, and apply lotion onto her buxom breasts, emphasizing her sweet, sweet tits. Henry could only get hard, pant harder, and enjoy the sweet torture. He couldn't say or do anything because, well, his stepmom could just be a naturally seductive woman, right? He couldn't assume that she's teasing him! He certainly wasn't going to complain too. What he would do was slip away as fast as possible into his room, lube up, and stroke his thick cock while squirming and thrusting his hips into the air. Mandy would smile outside with her ear to his door getting turned on to the sound of his moans and groans and his wet, sticky cock getting rubbed hard. Not long after, she would be the one pleasuring herself to her stepson, rubbing herself to the thought of him ravaging her whenever he wants.
Yes, Mandy wasn't happy with her marriage. Her husband was simply too boring, too stale. He was not only vanilla in bed, but in everything.
Mandy had parents in a swinger's collective. Her parents would regularly bring new people into their bedrooms, always keeping their sexual life fresh and exciting. Kinks were explored and orgies were regularly held at their house. During her teenage years, she and her older brother would speak to young men and women, not much older than her, that just reached the age of adulthood. There was always a young man that was stuffing her mom, and a pretty girl riding her dad's cock. These 18 to 20 year olds were children of other swingers in the same collective. They told Mandy and her older brother that they would be given a choice to join the swinging lifestyle when they came of age.
Mandy and her brothers were excited about it and her brother, a year older than her, got to join first. On his birthday her parents sat both down at the table and gave a "I'm sure you know..." speech to them and explained everything that they already knew. Her oldest brother agreed to join without a pause. Both of her parents were happy that their son was eager to join their thrilling lifestyle. Her mom gave a clap and a line of women walked into the house and stood in front of the table. Scantily clad women of all sorts were there. You had mature MILFs and cuties his age, thick and petite, tall and short and so on. Around 20 women were there to welcome the new young stud into their group.
Her brother chose the mother of his best friend. His best friend was a few months older than him and they agreed that they would sleep with each other's mom when they came of age, an event they both found agreeable and hot. Many a time did they jerk off together fantasizing about a foursome with their mothers. So close their friendship was that they were happy to exchange their mothers for the pleasure of their good friend. For a few months his friend has been giving a good pounding to their mother, and it was common to see him eat breakfast with them after a steamy, rough threesome with their parents last night. Now it was time for her brother's turn.
He went to the older woman, dressed in red lingerie with a choker on her neck, exactly the way he liked it and picked her up and carried her to his room. Soon sounds of hot, rough sex was heard from below. Sounds of choking, spanking, rough pounding, and loud dirty talk was heard and then a groan that spread throughout the house. They both came down to cheers and applause. Her brother walked down in a bathrobe and beside him was a sultry MILF with cum leaking out of her wet pussy.
Mandy realized that none of the men in the collective were sad or tired. None of them! Everyone, even until their 50s, were still young and virile and ready to hump and pump out a big load at any time of the day. Their sexually active lifestyle, she thought, kept them looking fresh and youthful. Poor Henry, she thought, he belonged to a swinging lifestyle, not the one she has now. Henry had nothing in common with his vanilla father. Mandy married hoping to lead a more stable and peaceful lifestyle, but began to regret early in her marriage. She deserved more. Henry deserved more.
Mandy opened her eyes and looked up. 30 minutes till Henry comes back. More than enough time.
Mandy was wearing a white, short tennis skirt and a sleeveless white crop top with a zip at the front. Still sitting down, she removed her black panties, wet, with a strand of grool between her pussy and panties. She broke the sticky strand with her fingers and gave them a suck one by one, then all at once. Tossing her panties under the table in front she then removed her bra underneath and tossed it next to her panties. She unzipped her front as low as possible, her top now barely covering her areolas. With an adjustment she managed to get her light brown nipples to slip out just barely. She brought up her legs and spread them wide. Her left hand gave her right nipple a painful but pleasurable pinch while her right hand reached down and started rubbing her clit.
She thought about Henry while she rubbed herself. She needed his cock. She wanted his cock. She wanted Henry to grab her by the waist from behind and thrust hard into her pussy while making her ass burn bright red from a rough spanking. 30 minutes later, her breasts are covered with her own grool and her nipples painfully hard. All worked up, she was sweating with an erotic heat, and her mid-riff dripped with sweat. Underneath there was a swollen clit with a pussy stretched out by her fingers, a pussy that needs a cock to stretch it out even further, to go even deeper. She was rubbing with a puddle of sweat and squirt under her, the result of her gushing pussy and a symbol of the fire inside her that needs to be put out soon.
Jangling keys were heard at the door. Mandy quickly straightened up and tidied up herself just a bit. She tucked her nipples just barely under her top and sat up straight. She adjusted her skirt just enough to reveal her leaking pussy. She tried to bring some order to her hair, knowing a suppressed wild look would turn him on. Knees together. Act natural.
Henry lugged himself back home. He closed the door gently, out of fatigue and weakness. A sigh. He turned away from the door and saw Mandy sitting at the edge of the couch in a relaxed position.
"Hey Mandy," he said and dragged his feet to his room.
"Hey!" said Mandy, looking back at him, "could you sit down next to me a bit?"
"Sure."
He wanted to rest in his room badly, but he would do anything for his beautiful stepmom. He had a crush on her since the day he met her and was sure that he could make her happier than his boring father.
He walked to the front of the couch and his heart started beating faster. She was looking wild and trying to keep her panting down, a much different sight from the stepmom who was always in control, teasing him every chance she got. Her glistening breasts were stretching the fabric and, with a little bounce, would've popped out of her top. Her nipples, so close to being exposed, were poking through the fabric. Her heaving mid-riff looked tender and inviting. Her thighs were kept together, with one knee over the other, not completely still, almost squirming. She had a fresh flush all over.
He sat down next to her left, not too close and not too far. She grabbed his right elbow and pulled him close, wrapping her left arm around his right. The side of their thighs now skin-to-skin. She's warm, he thought.
"Don't be afraid. I won't bite," Mandy said.
