Cc Magic 8 Ball Pt 02

Magic 8-Ball: Stepmother's Milking - Part 2

It was about a month after going out for the hamburger that Vince finally felt confident that the Magic 8-ball was the real deal. He had tested it on himself, his dad, and his stepmom several times during that period, just to verify that he wasn't fooling himself. Even though none of the wishes were a big deal, there was no way they could have all been coincidental.

In mid-June, his parents had decided they wanted to go for a long weekend and visit his dad's parents since it had been several months since they'd last seen Samantha. Of course, he was told he was going, too.

But he had other plans... other wishes... that he hoped would be granted. Two nights before they were to leave, he lay in bed and held the Magic 8-ball in his hands.

"Am I going to enjoy my vacation?" he asked, shaking the ball. Then he looked through the answer window.

"It is certain."

He thought about what that meant for a moment. Either he was going to have a good time at his grandparents house, or he was going to have a good time with his wish.

"Here goes nothing," he said. "I wish to be alone with my stepmom for the entire weekend to play with her boobs." He shook the ball a lot more than usual this time. He really, really wanted this wish to come true. After what seemed like an eternity, he turned the ball over and looked at the window.

"Wish fulfilled."

It certainly wasn't the first time he'd seen that message, but this time, with this wish, it made him shiver. This was either going to be the best weekend ever, or it was going to be the most embarrassing.

It was only twenty minutes later when there was a knock on his door again. He recognized Emmanuelle's wrap. "Yeah?" he called out. The door opened and Emmanuelle came in. "Hey," he said. "What's up?" He still held the 8-ball in his hand as she took a seat on the side of the bed.

"Your father and I were talking and I'd like to propose something different for our vacation," she said.

"Ok," he said, wondering where this was going.

"Well... I know you and I have had a difficult time connecting over the past year, and it's been a lot different than what it was before Samantha. Your father and I think we need to get back to that, you know? You've been pretty angry and we want to help fix that."

"Ok... what does that mean?" he asked. "We're not going to Grandma and Grandpa's?"

"Well... your father is... and he's taking Samantha with him," she said. "She's been feeding well from the bottle, so that should be ok. But I was thinking we'd go to the cabin, just the two of us." My parents had a timeshare cabin that was on a good bit of land, with a lot of woods around it, that was almost three hours away. Over the years, it was a great place to go to just get away for a while.

"Go to the cabin without Dad?" he asked.

"Yeah... just the two of us," she said. "So we can... you know... just reconnect."

He nodded, a little surprised at how his wish was being fulfilled. "Ok..." He didn't mean to, but he sounded skeptical.

"Does that sound alright?"

"Yeah, that sounds fine."

"You know... we can talk... play some games... watch some movies. Just spend time together. I hope that's really ok," she said. "I had such a good time with you at the burger place last month. And I know I'm just your stepmom, but I think we can be good friends."

"Yeah," he agreed. "I think so, too." And after a moment, he added, "I'd like that."

She smiled as soon as he said it. Now she knew this would work, they could actually be good friends again. "Good. Me too."

"We're leaving on Friday?"

"Yeah, the same time as your dad. That'll give us some time on Friday night and then we'll come back on Monday." She was beaming she was so happy.

"Ok. That sounds like a plan," he said.

Emmanuelle was still smiling when she got up and walked to the door. "Sleep well," she said before walking through and closing the door behind her.

"You too!" he called through the door. He shook his head and smiled again. "Wow."

*****

It seemed like Friday afternoon took forever to arrive. He was all packed and ready by Thursday night, eager to get started on this adventure. They all loaded up the two cars and hugged after locking up the house.

"I'll miss you, hun," his father said to Emmanuelle before kissing her. He held Samantha in her carrier in his hand.

"I'll miss you, too," she said, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him tightly to her. "I don't think there's much cell service there, but I'll try to find a landline and call."

"Ok."

"Tell your parents I miss them," she added.

"I will. I'm sure they'll have their hands full spoiling this little rug rat," he laughed. "They probably won't even notice that I'm there." His dad came over and gave him a hug. "You take care of your mom, ok? Stay out of trouble. For me. Please?"

"Yes," Vince said. "I promise no arguing."

"Perfect," his dad said. "You two have a safe drive."

"You too," Emmanuelle replied.

And they got into the cars and headed out.

The drive to the cabin was fun. They spent a lot of time listening to the radio, before it faded out, and then to the music on Vince's phone. The nice thing about it was that they both had the same taste in music and both enjoyed singing... and sing they did. Almost the entire drive.

After two-and-a-half hours, they finally arrived at the cabin at around 7:30pm. The sun was sinking below the tops of the trees, so the woods were starting to get dark. Emmanuelle popped the trunk and walked to the rear of the car, when suddenly Vince bolted for the front door of the cabin. Without even thinking, Emmanuelle ran, too, giggling the whole way.

"I get the master bedroom," Vince said as Emmanuelle arrived on the porch and tapped the front door.

"No, I get the master bedroom," she said. "If it was a race, you should have said so in the car. You can't run in and claim a room while I'm getting the luggage out of the car."

"It's a well known fact that whoever touches the front door first gets to pick the bedroom," he laughed. "You can look it up."

"No mister... I get the master bedroom," she said with mock sternness. "I am the stepmother... and I exert my parental authority."

"Damn parental authority!" he said, laughing. "Gets me every time."

They grabbed the luggage from the car and brought it into the cabin, storing the suitcases in the two bedrooms.

"Isn't this place amazing?" Emmanuelle asked as she leaned against the doorframe of the guest bedroom. Vince had just opened his luggage. "I'm so happy we get to spend this weekend together. I know it's been rough going with the new baby... and your father and I haven't been giving you the attention you deserve."

"Don't get mushy," he said.

"I don't mean to get mushy... it's just... I wanted to spend this weekend together, just you and I, to kind of...

"You're getting mushy," Vince said, setting a stack of clothes on the bed.

"I'm not getting mushy... it's just... you know... I feel bad," she said, sincerely. "I feel... like you've grown distant or something."

"Distant?" he asked, putting a stack in one of the dresser drawers. "How am I being distant?"

"It's hard to describe... you've spent a lot more time on your computer and you're always on your phone, even at the dinner table. And I just want a weekend to regroup and connect with you."

"Aaaaand, that's not mushy?" Vince asked, sarcastically.

"Ok, fine!" she said. "I'm being a little mushy. I'm your stepmom, you can't hold mushiness against me."

"Yet another parental authority rule," he laughed.

"Hey, did you remember the hot tub outside?", she asked, smiling broadly.

"Oh yeah!"

"Well, you know... the sun's about to go down and I'd love to take a dip. And this weekend is just about fun, you, and me. Ok? So here's my plan. I really want to go in the hot tub." She bounced up and down like an excited child, lightly clapping her hands.

"Okayyyy," he laughed. "I don't think I've ever seen you so excited. You're like a kid at Disneyland or something."

"I know you've never seen me like this. It's because... I know I'm not like this around your father. I just... don't tell your father, but I just feel young again when it's just you and me. And we don't get much time together... I just have much more energy I guess. I know it sounds weird coming from your stepmother."

"Yeah... weird... but nice," Vince admitted.

"Then you'll just have to expect more of it this weekend!" she said excitedly. "Ok... go get your bathing suit on. I'll get mine on and I'll meet you at the hot tub. Ok?"

"Ok... coming right up," he said, looking into his suitcase to find his trunks. He saw the Magic 8-ball sitting in the corner of his suitcase. He licked his lips. Maybe... maybe one or two questions wouldn't hurt. He wanted to know, right?

He picked up the ball in both hands and held it up. "Am I going to play with my mom's boobs tonight?" He then shook the ball for a moment and then turned it over.

"You may rely on it," it read.

He smiled. "Oh yeah!" He could imagine it so clearly now and really couldn't wait to see it unfold. But... one more thing tantalized him, tickling the back of his brain. "Is my stepmom going to play with my cock tonight?" He shook the ball and looked again.

"Make a wish?" He took a moment. Do I want to use a wish? He'd already used a dozen or so wishes, so it's likely they weren't going to just run out. What was the harm?

"Yes, I wish my stepmom would want my dick as much as I want her boobs," he said. He shook the 8-ball one last time and looked.

It took a moment longer, but the words became clearer and clearer. "Wish fulfilled!"

Emmanuelle grabbed her bikini from her suitcase and headed into the master bathroom, closing the door behind her. It'd been over a year since she'd last worn it. She had to stop after she became pregnant because it just wasn't appropriate attire when she was showing.

She slid the bottoms up her legs, adjusting the straps on her hips. She felt almost fat... like she felt when she was pregnant. But she'd done a wonderful job taking most of the excess weight back off. She knew that. But... she never really got over the feeling of being fat.

She grabbed the top, slipped it over her head and then tied the strings behind her. But got a major surprise when she looked in the mirror. Her breasts were too large... they were spilling out all over the place with this too small top.

"Oh my gosh, what was I thinking bringing a bathing suit that I wore over a year ago?" she fretted, trying to stretch the material out to cover more of her ample breasts and, when that didn't work, trying to stuff her flesh inside.

"My breasts are full of milk... I should've tried it on before I brought it. Maybe if I adjusted it a little tighter..." She reached behind her neck and tried to re-tie it tighter, but it only made the top rise up more.

"No... now they're coming out the bottom. Ohhhh... this isn't going to work. I just need to pump," she said, and then looked at her reflection in the mirror. She suddenly felt scared. "Did I bring my pump?" She went through the moments that she packed and remembered that she left it out so that she could pump before they left the house. That would give her several hours before she'd have to pump again. And then realized... she left it sitting on the dresser.

"Oh no," she whispered to her reflection. "I forgot it. Now what am I going to do? Maybe if I just..." She pulled the bathing suit aside and moved her hands to her breasts, trying to squeeze them and pull her nipple, trying to express her milk. "If I just milk it a little bit, maybe it'll fit," she said to herself. "Come on... ok... ok... just a little bit more." A few drops spilled from her nipple. "Ok, a lot more." Drips of milk fell from her nipple into the sink, but it was a lot of work with little to show for it.

"You almost ready?" Vince called from the kitchen. He was a bit anxious to see his wish come true.

"I'll be there in a few minutes. Sorry I'm taking so long. I'm just a little... caught up in something," she yelled back, stalling for time. She looked back at her reflection. "Oh, come on... I can do this. I've never not used a pump before." She grabbed her breasts and tried again. "Come on, they're so full. It has to come out. Just squeeze it some more. Oh... that's a little bit better. Ok... I'd fit into this bathing suit if I could just drain them a little bit. Oh, come on. Why did I forget my breast pump?"

After a few minutes, she came to realize that there was no way she'd get enough milk out of her breasts this way. "This isn't going to work," she said, looking at herself in the mirror. She put her suit on the best that she could to see what it looked like. "I can't go out looking like this. I don't know. Maybe Vince can help me. It's not like he hasn't seen breasts before. I mean... he is online a lot."

"Honey," she said, walking into the kitchen, "I have a favor to ask you." She tried to cover her breasts with her arms as she walked in, obviously very nervous. "I... I, um, have a little bit of a problem. I can't seem to fit into my bathing suit."

She dropped her arms and tried to adjust the material around her large breasts.

"I really want to go in the hot tub with you... but... I... um... just need your help, honey," she said.

"What can I do?" Vince asked. What could he do? He could rip that bathing suit off her tits and enjoy them all weekend long... that's what he could do.

"Well... my breasts are full of... um... my breasts are full of milk and I forgot my breast pump," she explained. "And I was... really hoping you could help me. I can't seem to get them to drain, myself. I tried squeezing my nipple and stuff to make the milk come out that way. Without your baby sister... well... there's not really a good way to do that."

"I'm not sure I understand," Vince said, still unsure what she was asking him to do.

"Well, once I get all the milk out of my breasts then I can fit into my bathing suit so we can go in the hot tub and, you know, have that good time we were talking about. So... uh... would you be willing to help your stepmom?"

"Of course I'm willing to help," Vince said. "I just... I just don't understand what you want me to do?"

"Oh, well um... I was thinking... well, I was just thinking that maybe you could... That maybe you could just suck on them a little bit. I mean, it's not weird is it? We're like... family, you know?"

Vince stood there dumbfounded. He had no idea this was what was going to happen and even though he was expecting something, this still took him off guard.

"I really want to have a good time with you this weekend but unless I can relieve the pain," she said, wincing a little. "And it's way too late to go buy a new pump."

Vince was still hesitating, but seeing her large breasts bounce and move behind that small bikini was making him hard. He imagined them exposed... for his enjoyment. He'd imagined her breasts and nipples many, many times before. And he couldn't believe this was becoming a reality. God he wanted her.

"I really, really need your help, baby," she said, walking over to the couch in the living room and taking a seat. "Could you just... just lie in my lap. And I'll do the rest. It'll be fine. It'll be so easy this way and the sooner we get this over with... They're just so... painful." She tried to adjust her top to limit what her stepson was going to see, but nothing seemed to work. She was going to have to remove her top altogether.

"Sorry... I'm... Look, I know you haven't seen them, but... it's natural... it really is." She untied her bikini top and pulled it off, tossing it onto the coffee table. She was completely topless and Vince stood there... amazed. "You don't mind do you? I really need your help. Just, um... they're so full." Emmanuelle cupped her breasts in her hands, lifting and lightly squeezing them in order to relieve some of the pain, but to Vince, it looked like she was offering them to him.

"Lay down here?" Vince asked, sitting on the couch beside her.

"Yeah, honey. Just lay in my lap." Emmanuelle helped direct him as he lay on his back, his head and shoulders resting in her lap. "Just like that." He looked up at her bare, beautiful breasts, with her very extended nipples that were dripping with milk.

"So just... open your mouth... and um... all you have to do is suck on them. It won't take long."

"I've... I've never tasted breast milk before," Vince said. "I mean, since I was a baby."

"Here, I'll just try to get it started for you." Emmanuelle squeezed her breasts, sliding her hand up to the nipple, letting drops of milk fall onto his face. "Um... there it goes," she giggled, as he wiped it from his cheek. "Ok... ok... you ready to open up? I mean... all you have to do is, you know, suck over and over again... to get all the milk out. Ok? Go ahead." She lifted her breast, directing her nipple to his mouth and he sucked it inside, sucking softly. Her nipple was so hard... so large... and it felt so good in his mouth. Her milk spilled easily into his mouth giving him his first taste.

"Wow, it's so sweet... I want some more," he said, eagerly sucking a little harder, pulling more of her nipple into his mouth.

Emmanuelle stroked his hair as she looked down at him. This was so... wrong... but God it felt right. "Oh... that's it baby." His sucking felt even better than Samantha's and it quickly sent tingles right to her pussy. He was definitely going to make her cum from this.

"Your boobs are just so nice, mommy," Vince said, letting her nipple slide free for a moment as he teased it with his tongue.

"Thank you," Emmanuelle gasped, the pleasure driving her crazy. Every suck, every lick, every nibble of his teeth sent pleasure right to her clit. She wished she could touch herself, but that wasn't possible with him laying on her lap.

"This is so crazy," Vince whispered. "Your nipples are so... big... and hard."

"I know... they get that way now." She smiled down at Vince and caressed his head. His mouth on her breast looked so sexy and so beautiful. It was so good to share this with him... and bond with him. "Oh my gosh," she smiled, "My breasts are feeling so much better, baby. Thank you. I needed this. Pretty soon we'll be able to go out there and relax in the hot water. "

"It tastes so good," Vince whispered. "Mmmm. I love sucking on your nipples."

There was silence for a little while, as Vince kept sucking on her nipple, drinking all the milk it offered. He closed his eyes. He was in heaven. Emmanuelle closed her eyes, too, just enjoying the pleasurable sensations that were running through her body, but trying not to cum... trying so hard not to cum. That would be wrong, wouldn't it? To cum while her stepson was sucking on her breasts. She was sure he could smell her now. She was so wet.

"That feels... really good," she said, panting. "I don't think you have to go much further. Maybe just switch... let me... ok, open up." She turned her body, giving him access to her other nipple as Vince slightly adjusted his own position. He took the offered breast quickly into his mouth and began sucking on it, too. "Oh, God... that feels so good," she whispered, closing her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, she saw that Vince was looking up at her and quickly felt the need to correct herself. "I mean you're just giving me a lot of relief... there's just so much pressure in my breasts."

Several more quiet moments passed, with the only sounds being both of them moaning their pleasure. Vince loved sucking on her breasts and knowing that her nipples were extremely sensitive, went even further and tried to give her pleasure by licking and lightly biting it. Every time he was rewarded with her soft moans and gasps. He could feel his cock getting harder and harder behind the thin fabric of his swim trunks.