Cc Magic 8 Ball Pt 04

Magic 8-Ball: Stepmother's Milking - Part 4

Emmanuelle slept hard as soon as her head hit the pillow, quickly falling into a deep sleep. And dreamed dreams that felt so real. Disturbing dreams. Dreams about Vince and about her husband, Richard. The dreams were a little disturbing, as in them she was continually sexually pleasing and teasing Vince, using her hands... her mouth... and her pussy. Sometimes hidden from view, but sometimes right in front of Richard. All the while Richard was on the sidelines, either ignoring what was going on, or completely unable to stop her.

*****

She was sitting at the dining room table and looked around to see Richard's entire family eating a big dinner feast. Everyone was talking and laughing, having a great time. And she saw Vince sitting directly across the table from her, laughing along with everyone else, holding a child's Magic 8-ball. It puzzled her why he was holding it, especially at the dinner table, and no one else seemed to even notice.

He closed his eyes and said something she couldn't hear, then shook the ball. After a moment, he turned it over and looked at it, reading the results.

"What is that, Vince?" she asked, leaning forward.

He looked at her and smiled. "This? It says 'Wish Fulfilled', so... it's your future... mom," he said.

"My future?" A little confused, she laughed shaking her head at his silliness, and joined once more with the rest of the dinner conversations.

After a few minutes had passed, Emmanuelle suddenly felt a desire for naughtiness, kicked her shoes off, and slid her foot up and down Vince's leg to catch his attention. When he looked at her, not really surprised, she slowly slid her foot up between his thighs and teased his cock with her toes. His eyes opened wide in delight, but she only smiled deviously.

She knew she was making him so very hard and uncomfortable. She could feel his shaft growing against her foot, longer, and bigger. Her foot stroked his length, her toes gripping it slightly, as the conversation around them droned on. No one saw what was going on.

She felt his hand grab her foot and press it against him and felt his hips push his cock against her foot again and again. She idly wondered what it would be like to give him a foot job... to have her feet wrapped around his cock while he thrust it against them... to have him cum all over her feet, the warm gooiness oozing between her toes.

She felt her need for his cock get stronger and stronger and had another, even naughtier idea. She picked up her fork and, play-acting, dropped it on the floor beside her. "Oops," she said, faking embarrassment, and pushed her chair out slightly. No one really paid attention to her. No one but Richard, that is. With his eyes, he told her to stay in her seat, but she only smiled at him as she slowly slid to the floor beneath the table, the long, white tablecloth closing behind her, covering her exit.

She could see everyone's legs beneath the table, but knew exactly which legs she wanted. She crawled to him, which was surprisingly farther than she would have expected. His knees were spread slightly and, kneeling at his feet, she ran her hands up both of his legs, onto his thighs, squeezing them.

She could feel him shiver a little as her hands moved to the clasp of his pants, unfastening it, then pulling the zipper down. It was a little difficult pulling his cock free, it was so impossibly big. But it made her mouth water when she saw it.

She knew it was a risky move, but she sat forward on her knees and first started stroking his cock, then licking it's length. The tablecloth covered a little, but it would be easy for people to see the top of her head. For some reason, though, she didn't care. While it would be complete embarrassment in front of Richard's entire family, Vince's cock was so worth it. She loved to feel how hard it was, how it throbbed in her hand and between her lips. She loved how it tasted, especially his cum. And she wanted that.

She slid forward a little more and slid the head between her lips, sucking on it. It was so big, she could barely put much of it in her mouth. Just the head alone seemed to fill her mouth. She suckled on it, using her tongue to slide and slither around it, tasting it. She moaned. God, the taste!

She felt Vince's hand on her head, pushing it down, holding her mouth on his dick. She could feel the slight, rhythmic thrusting of his hips, trying to push more and more of it down her throat.

The voices and laughter carried on above her, like nothing different was happening. Everyone was oblivious to her giving a blowjob to her stepson right underneath them. She found it exhilarating and exciting. She'd never felt so deliciously naughty before. And she never felt such a desire for a cock before.

"Stop it," she heard Richard whisper from behind Vince, obviously keeping his voice low so as not to disturb their guests. "This is your stepson! What are you doing?"

She smiled at the ridiculous question. Obviously she was giving her stepson a wonderful blowjob. She didn't stop... she couldn't for some reason... and she definitely didn't want to.

Then Vince started cumming, his incredibly full load filling her mouth and spilling out the corners. She tried to pull back, tried to release his cock from her mouth, but his hand was impossibly strong and held her in place. She couldn't move. She could only take more and more of his cum as it filled her to overflowing, running over her chin. She sputtered as she tried to breath around it all.

Richard suddenly pulled the tablecloth back and she looked up, aghast, as everyone was looking at her in shock. The table above her was now completely gone and everything she was doing was visible to the entire family. Vince's cock filled her mouth, her lips stretched wide around it, her face dripping with his cum.

*****

And she woke up, her body shaking. She lay there, breathing heavy, and it almost felt like she could still taste Vince's cum in her mouth. She touched her lips, wondering if his cock was still there. Her body was flushed and ready from the dream, her nipples hard and sensitive at the memory of his cock in her hand... and in her mouth. God, that was so incredible! He was so hard his cock was throbbing! She squeezed her breasts and felt them just starting to ache once again. She felt pleasure when her hands slid over her nipples, but she denied herself. She turned over, convinced that she just had to sleep this off.

*****

She quickly fell into another deep sleep. And then, she was riding in Richard's car. Richard was driving down the busy street and as she saw Vince sitting in the back looking at the Magic 8-ball he was holding. Richard was talking, droning on and on about what was going to happen today, all the meetings he had and the lack of any time to spend with them. All the while, she mentioned that it was ok, that they'd wait for him in the car.

Why was Vince playing with a Magic 8-ball, she wondered and looked back again. "What is that for?" she asked him.

"Fun for all the boys and girls," Vince said, laughing softly. "It says 'Wish Fulfilled!'. You're addicted."

She shook her head, laughing, and turned back to the front. Magic 8-balls don't say things like that, she said to herself as Richard droned on.

And before she realized it, she was shocked that all she could think about was Vince's cock. She imagined it so hard as she watched him stroking it. She could feel her body responding as if it were really happening, her pussy getting so wet, her nipples getting so hard they ached for attention. But they drove on and on and Richard droned on and on about work, oblivious to her.

She slid one hand over the inside of her bare thigh, sliding underneath her skirt. She felt bare skin, remembering that she hadn't put on panties today. Her fingertips teased her labia, sliding up and down them slowly, gently. She could feel them getting engorged. She could feel just how hot and wet she was. She moved them higher until they lightly teased her clit, stroking it, pressing it between them. Her other hand slowly slid over her chest, feeling her nipple behind her thin shirt, so hard and needy. Her touches sent pleasurable spikes through her body.

She licked her lips, determined to get that cock she wanted so badly. She was going to be so naughty. She unfastened her seatbelt and started climbing between the front seats, moving into the back. Richard questioned her, but she said she just wanted to sit in the back for a while. She smiled deviously at Vince as she slid into the bench seat beside him.

The passenger seat in the front sat empty, which seemed to bother Richard, but she wanted to sit beside Vince. She glanced at him and met his hungry gaze. As she looked forward, she slid her hand to his knee, cupping and squeezing it. Then moved closer to him and slid her hand higher up his leg, squeezing his inner thigh.

She slid her hand even higher, sliding it over his cock, feeling how hard it was beneath his jeans. It felt so good in her hand already. She kept looking straight ahead, seeing Richard's eyes in the rear-view mirror glancing at her as he kept talking. She felt Vince push his cock into her hand, obviously wanting more.

She deftly used one hand to unfasten his jeans and pull the zipper down, exposing him. His cock was impossibly big, standing so very tall and firm as she slid her hand up and down its length. God, she ached for him!

She kept stroking him, even as they pulled into the parking lot. She finally stopped when Richard found a place to park and eased the car into the spot. She tugged Vince's shirt over his cock, not even close to hiding it and sat back, trying to look innocent.

Richard grabbed his briefcase and got out of the car, saying he would be gone a while, but that he'd be back as soon as he could. No sooner had the door closed than Emmanuelle had her hand on Vince's cock, stroking it once again.

Vince hooked his hand behind her head and pulled her downward. She bent over, taking the hint, sliding his cock into her mouth as deep as she could. He was so big that it barely fit into her mouth! She was conscious of people walking in the parking lot, even walking right by the car, looking in the windows and seeing them. They reacted in shock, but she didn't care. She was going to enjoy her cock.

She sat up, laughing at those watching, then licked her lips and kicked her leg over Vince, sitting in his lap. She pulled her shirt up and off and leaned forward, offering her breasts to his waiting mouth. Vince readily sucked on them, and every suck, lick, and nibble drove her crazy. With a simple movement, and a slight lifting of his cock, she slid him inside her. She pressed down into him, sliding every inch of his wonderful cock inside her.

Everyone was watching as she rode him. She watched them back, embarrassed to be seen, but daring them to do anything about it, as she moved faster and faster on his cock. She was loving the feeling, loving the naughtiness of what they were doing. She was getting so close to cumming... so close... just a few more strokes... and then the top was retracting! It was now a convertible and somehow the top got triggered!

She felt even more embarrassed as she could hear everyone's comments and shame. And suddenly Richard was there, standing in the front of the crowd, at the bumper of the car, just looking at her in shock.

"That's your stepson!" he said loudly, banging on the trunk of the car. "What are you doing?"

He knew what she was doing. Everyone knew what she was doing. She was fucking her stepson! And the thought, the acknowledgement threw her over the edge and suddenly she came, screaming at such wonderfully intense pleasure as she woke up.

*****

She was breathing hard, wondering if she had yelled in her sleep. She listened for a moment, to see if she'd disturbed Vince, but the cabin remained quiet, except for her very heavy breathing. And the quiet only made her realize more that her body was on fire, her pussy and breasts were tingling they needed attention so badly. She slid her hands over her breasts, squeezing them, pinching and pulling her nipples, hoping to relieve some of the pent up desire. But nothing she did quenched the fire inside her.

She pushed a hand between her legs, feeling her wetness, feeling her heat, and slid her fingertips in circles around her clit. God that felt so good! But... there was something wrong. While normally she would have cum quickly when she felt this excited, this time seemed different. She seemed to tease herself enough, but for some reason, she couldn't go over the edge, she couldn't make herself orgasm. Her touches were only exciting her more.

She remembered her dreams, remembered how excited Vince had made her, remembered just what he had waiting for her. Just to see his cock... oh God... just to touch it... suck it... fuck it... God she needed it. She needed it as badly as she had in her dreams. This wasn't what this trip was about, was it? She wasn't supposed to be fucking her stepson. She wasn't supposed to be getting addicted to him, needing him, needing to fuck him several times a day.

She got up, put her silk robe around her, and tied the sash. Then she walked to the door, hesitating a moment, one hand on the door, one on the knob. She shouldn't, she thought. This... this wasn't right. But... she needed it so badly. She needed him so badly. She could just be a mother to him... just... maybe just cuddle with him. She tried to reason with herself, tried to justify her actions, but knew deep down, she was going in there to fuck him.

She opened the door.

*****

When Vince's head hit the pillow, he fell asleep very quickly as well, a very deep sleep. In his dream he was standing behind a counter at a store. He looked out on the floor and noticed it was familiar for some reason, with different items on the shelves. He knew this place... but he couldn't put a finger on it quite yet. But he knew he worked there.

The bell that sat on the door tingled, alerting that a customer was entering.

"Welcome to Custom Curios," said a woman's voice to his left. He looked and was surprised to see a familiar, stunningly beautiful woman standing there with her hands resting on the counter. She was a busty woman with long, black hair, and a pale face. He knew it was the manager but for some reason, felt surprised to see her.

She looked at him and smiled. It looked so cold and seductive that it sent a shiver down his spine even as it made his cock throb. Then her eyes closed and he recognized the pleasure in her face. She licked her lips and looked down. His eyes followed and he looked down to see a young, naked man kneeling beneath the counter. His mouth was on her pussy as he licked her, his hands held behind his back.

"Oh... yes," she whispered before opening her eyes and looking out at the floor again. "Are you looking for anything in particular, hun?" she asked the woman that had entered.

Vince saw the woman on the floor, scanning the shelves and their various items. She looked familiar for some reason, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"I don't know," the woman said. "I guess I'm just looking."

"Something for yourself... oh God... or a gift?" the store manager asked almost getting lost in the pleasure the man was giving her. Vince watched her reach down and grab the man's head, pulling him in tighter.

"Something for myself, I guess," the woman said, picking up an old Magic 8-ball box.

Something about all this felt wrong to Vince, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Something about the 8-ball maybe... maybe about the woman... maybe about him working in this store, with this woman. Just... something.

"That's a wonderful gift," he said, almost by rote. "Hours of fun!" He smiled, but it felt devious and fake. He wanted the sale, to be sure, but it all seemed wrong.

The woman brought the box to the counter and he finally recognized her. It was his stepmom! She was buying a Magic 8-ball?

"Allow me," the manager said, taking the box from her hands and scanning it into the register. "You know," she said, taking the ball out of the box, "that this can make all your dreams come true."

"Really?" Emmanuelle asked.

"No," Vince said quickly interrupting them. "No. That's... that's not a good idea."

"Oh, it's a lovely idea," the manager said. She slowly shook the 8-ball as the two watched. "Oh, magic 8-ball, will this woman become Vince's cock slut, unable to stop wanting his cock?" She giggled as she turned it over and looked through the viewer. She read the message and looked up, smiling. "Yes, definitely," she said.

"But... but I'm his stepmom," Emmanuelle protested as suddenly the manager was behind her, helping her take her coat off.

"It doesn't matter who you are, silly," the manager said, guiding Emmanuelle behind the desk to stand right in front of Vince as he stood helpless. "All that matters is that the 8-ball never lies. And you know how much you need his... mmmm... his lovely, hard cock... don't you?"

The manager put her hands on Emmanuelle's shoulders and pushed, urging her to kneel, and Emmanuelle slowly dropped to the floor until she was face level with his crotch. Vince looked down at her in pity and disbelief. "No. This... this can't be happening," he said.

He felt Emmanuelle's hands open his pants and pull them down to his knees. His cock seemed so big as she moved closer, her hands moving behind her back. She slid Vince's cock over her face as she looked up, smiling in pleasure. Then Vince watched her open her mouth and slide the head inside... followed by inch after impossible inch of his shaft until he was completely buried in her mouth.

The manager moved them slightly, moving Emmanuelle until she was kneeling underneath the counter and Vince put his hands on the counter top for balance. She then moved beside him, letting the man continue in his duties once again, licking her pussy.

Emmanuelle's mouth felt incredible rhythmically sliding up and down his shaft as he looked down at her, meeting her gaze. At one point, she seemed to be enjoying what she was doing and looked up at him with passionate desire. But at another point, she looked like she was about to cry in frustration and embarrassment, looking like she wanted to stop, but just... couldn't.

"I'm sorry," Vince whispered. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," he said again and again as every moment brought him closer and closer to orgasm.

"Cock sucker and pussy licker," the manager said, giggling. "What a lovely pair of slaves." She suddenly seemed far closer to Vince than she had before and leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Her lips felt cold, but soft. "Nothing says 'I love you' more than a slave to enjoy forever. Don't you think? Why don't you cum in her mouth? I know you want to. Go on... do it!"

"Oh... fuck!" Vince moaned as he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching. He suddenly felt the first gush erupting and looked down in surprise as Emmanuelle took it into her mouth. Her eyes blinked in surprise and then glazed over and softened as gush after gush erupted into her mouth, filling it completely. And he screamed. "Mom! No!"

*****

He woke with a start, pulling the sheet off and feeling cold air hit his damp skin. "Oh my God," he whispered. "What have I done?"

*****

It was about 3am when Emmanuelle opened Vince's bedroom door, slowly pushing it and stepping inside, trying to be quiet. She could hear his deep, fitful breathing, as if he was dreaming. Her body was on fire, her need was growing quickly the closer she got to him. She was thinking about what they did just hours ago and needed his cock in her hand again.

She swallowed hard as she crawled up onto the bed. God, this seemed so wrong... but... she couldn't help herself. Vince was sleeping with a sheet barely covering him due to how warm it was and she looked over his naked torso in the dim lighting. He slept with his shirt off and his bare skin was so sexy to her. The hair on his chest trailed down his body into a line beneath his bellybutton and dropped down even lower like an arrow pointing her right to his cock.