Chapter One
Matt carefully slid under the covers. His parents' bed was always more comfortable than his. It was a king-size bed with an extra thick and soft mattress. Even now as an 18-year-old man pulling the covers over his naked body, the bed felt huge in comparison. It was difficult to feel like a man when you were crawling into your stepmom's bed in the middle of the night. But tonight his mother was all alone in this enormous bed.
Monica Meyers slept on her side of the bed despite Matt's father being gone. He had been sent on a business trip for 10 days. 10 days that Matt couldn't help but look forward to. After the couple of shared moments, he and his stepmother had shared in secret, Matt imagined the 10 days being a sexual fiesta shared by the two. Matt would come home from school to find his mother naked waiting for him, and they would fuck all night until he left the next morning. But tonight was night 9 of his father's 10-day trip and they hadn't touched once. He hadn't even seen her naked!
His mom was really all he could think of now. It was bad enough when he just had an attractive stepmom to tease his thoughts every time he jerked off, but now that she had given him a hand job twice and he had gone down on her, there was no time the young man didn't think of her. The on-again off-again tease of sexual contact only made it worse. He couldn't focus on anything. The anticipation of random sexual encounters with her was too powerful.
The small nightlight in the corner of the bedroom bathed his mother in cool light. Even asleep, the woman looked like an angel. Her blond hair draped over her shoulders. Her hands grasped the covers to her chest. She slept in a black lacy nighty that clung to her curves. Inching closer to her, Matt felt his cock react by hardening as he felt her body heat radiate onto him.
Matt lifted the covers, tenting them as he reached over to his mother's side of the bed. She slept on her backside. Her thick thighs parted casually. A pair of white panties hugged her crotch tightly. They revealed the slight indent of her slit. With a steady hand and a careful finger, Matt lowered his middle finger onto the top of her slit on her panties. Sliding the finger gently up and down, he felt the soft fabric and the plushy flesh beneath it. there was no reaction at first. His finger rubbed gentle circles on his mother's clit and still she slept. Then, after a minute had passed, he saw her eyebrows twitch. They lowered and knitted in the middle as if in concentration. He rubbed faster but remained gentle and watched her eyebrows go tall as if surprised. Matt bit his lip as he felt his cock flex hard.
His mother's lips parted as she breathed heavier while still asleep. Matt leered at her chest, watching her breasts rise and fall with every breath as he fingered her. After several minutes passed, he felt a damp spot form in her panties. It grew and spread, widening to soak the entire front of her underwear. Matt was stroking himself with his other hand as he fingered his mother. Watching her eyebrows dance up and down as she mouthed different soundless words in her sleep.
Working his finger between her pussy lips and feeling the drenched fabric wrap his fingertip, Matt found the nub of her clit.
"Mmm... mah..." his mother mouthed a high-pitched moan.
Working her clit back and forth, he pressed down harder and rubbed quickly. His mother's thighs spread wider and her back arched as more moans escaped her lips. She breathed deep and faster like a big sneeze was fast approaching.
"Nah... gah... oohmm..."
Suddenly, his mother's thighs clamped shut and her body shook as the orgasm struck with a start. A flood of juices gushed between her thighs as her hands smacked down to the mattress and pushed off it. jerking up and down, her entire body rocked making her breasts jiggle and rock side to side.
"God!" she screamed as the orgasm ran its course through her body. Panting and sweaty, his mother sat up in a panic. Her eyes were wide as she stared at Matt.
Chapter Two
"What are you... What... son, what are you doing?" Monica yelled. The panic in her eyes became worry in her voice and fear in her gestures. In her sleep, she dreamed of hot sand and beach and hands groping everywhere they shouldn't be but her loving it all the same. The startling awakening from an unexpected orgasm only to be back in bed with a strange shadow in the bed beside her was jarring, to say the least.
My husband is out of town on business. No one should be in my bed!
Matt retracted like a frightened mouse to his father's side of the bed. His hands pulled a pillow and blanket down to his chest like it would protect him. Monica's heart finally started to slow from the shock of it all and she noticed other things, like the wet spot on her mattress or the panties that were pasted onto her sex because they were so drenched.
"Matt, what were you doing?" Monica scolded her son as she sat up against the headboard, and pulled the covers with her so she wouldn't give him a show of her cleavage. Something told her he already had quite the view.
"Sorry," Matt mumbled and hung his eyes like he was pouting.
"Don't clam up on me now, mister. You're an adult one, so start acting like it."
"I'm sorry, I just... You know..." he said.
"No, I don't know!" Monica crossed her arms.
"Well, with my dad gone. I just thought that we would, you know, have some time to ourselves. But we didn't so..."
"So you thought you could just come into my bed unannounced?" Monica shouted and shook her head in disappointment. "I thought I raised you better than that..."
Matt hung his head feeling worse than he had ever in his life.
How come every time I imagine a sexual fantasy with my stepmother and attempt to act it out, it goes completely wrong?
Matt thought to himself.
Is my every sexual instinct wrong? am I just some kind of freak?
With his head still hung low, Matt pushed one leg to the floor and turned to flee his mother's bed entirely when she spoke.
"Wait... just... wait..." his mother took a deep breath and covered her face with her palms as she let out a long sigh. When she looked up again, the soft blue light from the nearest nightlight revealed a kinder more reserved face. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. You are doing only what... You did the same thing I did to you. I don't have the right to get mad at you. You just startled me is all."
"I'm sorry, I really am, I just... I guess I don't really know what women want," Matt moped, his thumb picking at his pointer finger.
"Hey, hey, hey... of course you do. Come here," his mother said reassuringly. She scooted over to the middle of the bed and let the sheet fall to her lap as she hung an arm over Matt's shoulders. He pressed his lips together and tried to focus on her words and not on her bust that was nearly coming out of her nightgown. "Matt, listen, you're wonderful in every way. You're kind, handsome, and I love all the ways you touch me but... after our neighbor, Amanda, nearly caught us then your father... we can't keep this up. The consequences for us both if this got out are too high. I haven't even considered if your older stepsisters found out."
His mother combed her fingers through his shaggy black hair, pulling her son's head to her shoulder as she did. Staring at the dark dresser ahead of them, her face looked like she was lost in thoughts of consequences that Matt didn't care about. Perhaps that was just the horny teenager in him, but whether his father found out or his estranged stepsister found out mattered little to him. He spoke little with his sisters. One was in college and the other was a wild child overseas and both seemed to not be interested in his well-being. His father neither. He had overheard him say many times that he never wanted kids and the only reason he had me was to make my late mother happy.
Then he was stuck with me,
Matt thought.
Probably why he was so quick to remarry Monica.
Never in his life had he been desired by a woman, let alone an attractive one. Could he really be to blame that he desired her back?
"You don't want to be with someone like me, anyways. I'm almost twice your age. You should be going out with other seniors or soon you'll be swimming in college girls," his mother smiled and squeezed his shoulder. "Besides, your father's coming home tomorrow. Let's just end it on a good note, okay? We shared some good memories together and these will be our secret for life."
"Okay," Matt said, then looked up at her. The room shadowed his face as his bangs hung near his eyes. "But we have tonight, don't we? Father doesn't return until tomorrow. Maybe until he does, we can hold onto that good note."
He heard his mother release a small sigh and scoot lower so that she lay more than sat. "Okay, just till father comes back."
Chapter Three
