Cc Magic 8 Ball Pt 05

Magic 8-Ball: Stepmother's Milking - Part 5

The rest of the weekend was almost magical for Vince. He never imagined he'd be able to have his stepmom want to be with him so much. Every four or five hours she was ready again, needing her breasts milked, needing his cock. They barely ever even wore clothing the entire weekend. It was incredible... but unfortunately, it had to come to an end.

It was early Monday morning, the sun hadn't even rose above the horizon yet, but Emmanuelle felt the pressing need once again. She lay beside Vince, where they'd gone to bed, and felt his warm body next to her. His breathing was deep and even. She first felt the pressure in her breasts as they filled with milk, her nipples starting to harden once again. Every move against the sheet was teasing her with pleasure, so she pushed it off her body completely. It only partially covered Vince now.

He was lying on his back, his head turned away from her, his arm draped over his eyes. She looked down his naked chest and abdomen. She knew what lie just below the sheet... and it was calling to her. She couldn't believe how much she thought about his dick. It was almost ever present in her mind.

She moved down the bed a little and pulled the sheet down, slowly, carefully, trying not to wake him up. She'd done that just two hours ago, too, sliding underneath the sheet in the dark, and sucking on him while he slept. It was so hot to be so bad, giving him a gentle blowjob without him even knowing it. He slept right through it. And eventually, she fell asleep too.

She lay her head on his thigh, his cock laying against his abdomen right in front of her. She slid a finger along its length, enjoying the view as it slowly grew in stature. She looked up to see him still sleeping, still unaware, his breathing deep and steady.

"Wake up," she whispered, continuing to slide her finger along his length, playing with him. "Wake up." She licked the shaft lightly, wanting to do so much more. "Wake... up..." she said as she brought him to semi-hardness, his cock starting to rise from his abdomen. She lightly grabbed his shaft and rubbed the head across her lips, tasting him again. "Are you awake yet?" she giggled as she felt his hips move slightly. She looked up to see him looking down at her, his eyes only slightly open. "Mmmm. Good morning baby."

"Good morning," he said, removing his arm from over his eyes. Her ministrations on his cock were feeling really good. He felt it rising quickly. Even after she came into his room last night and they had sex... twice... it still surprised him to see her licking his shaft.

"Mommy's horny," she whispered, smiling deviously, as she lightly kissed and licked the head.

"That's ok mom, I am too," he admitted.

"Oh, I can tell you are," she giggled. "You're getting nice and hard. Mommy wants to taste you again."

"Ok," he said. God, what did he ever do to deserve this? That Magic 8-ball was the best thing he ever found in his life! If you told him just two months ago that his hot stepmom would be sucking his dick like this he would've called you batshit crazy. He reached over and grabbed a couple more pillows and put them behind his head. He wanted a good view of this.

"You like that?" she asked, sucking on the head a moment.

"God yes!"

"Mmmm..." She swirled her tongue just below the head, knowing that particular spot was sensitive. "You like it when I use my tongue?" she giggled.

"Fuck... yeah, I do." He wondered, all of the sudden, what it felt like to want him so badly like she seemed to. Did it just feel natural to her? Did she feel compelled? "Can I... can I ask you a question?" he asked.

"You want to ask me a question? I really think there are better things to do, but... ok," she said, giggling. She slid his cock deeper into her mouth, enjoying both the sensation of it getting harder and longer, and the feeling of his hips slightly moving, indicating she was doing a good job.

"What... why are you doing this?" he asked.

"What? Are you serious?" she asked, looking at him and laughing. "Um... I'm... sucking... on... your... cock... because... I... absolutely... love... it... mmmmmmm," she said, licking and kissing his shaft with every word and then taking him deep to the back of her throat to emphasize her desire. "Why? You don't think its a good way to wake up?" she giggled.

"No... I was just wondering."

"Mmmm... your cock is so hard to resist," she said, swirling her tongue over the head, making him shiver.

"Last night wasn't enough for you?" he asked. He distinctly remembered her having several screaming orgasms. It was so much for him that he was deep asleep very quickly afterwards.

"No, last night wasn't nearly enough," she admitted. "Clearly it wasn't for you either. You woke up with some pretty nice wood." She started stroking his shaft, long and slow. "I'm not saying last night wasn't good, though. Some of the best sex I've ever had."

She sucked on the head, letting her tongue swirl over and around it inside her mouth before releasing it again. "It started off so gentle, so loving, so slow, taking my robe off. God, I loved feeling your hot mouth on my nipples, sucking on them, drinking from them. And I remember getting so turned on... and then seeing you so turned on. You touched my pussy with your hand, teasing my clit. And then I loved how you turned me over and then fucked me hard, right here on this bed. I think it was the most excited I've ever seen you."

"I loved having you come on to me like that," he admitted. "That was seriously hot."

"You know I didn't bring you here to have sex with you, right?" she asked, sounding a little guilty. "I just wanted to make sure we could have fun and do mom-son things. You know... being a mom is a new thing for me. I'm really excited about it. I just want to be that motherly figure for you and Samantha in every way possible. I just like the idea of caring for my children."

"I know, mom," he said. He was feeling guilty now himself. She had no reason to feel guilty. He made her do this. "I'm enjoying being this close to you, too."

She smiled up at him, happy that she was able to please him... even if it wasn't exactly in a normal, motherly way. She turned her attention to his cock again, stroking up and down it's length, and licked her lips.

"But, that being said," she continued, kissing his shaft again. "Now that I've had a taste of you... you always have to let me get on my knees before you shove it in my pussy. You have to let me work you over with my mouth first. Now I know you might not need it every time, but maybe I do. Maybe it gets me more wet than anything else." She started sliding her mouth up and down his shaft, shoving it deep each time and then moving to the point it was barely in her mouth before sliding back down once again. God, it felt incredible! He'd never had his cock get shown so much attention before.

"You get off sucking cock?" he asked.

"Mmhmm... I do. You should know that by now. Of course... you only came in my mouth once this weekend," she smiled. "And you weren't even awake for it." She stroked up and down his shaft, squeezing even more at the tip, expertly getting him more and more excited. "When you were all tuckered out and empty... when you were asleep... I had to have my time with you again. I don't think you woke up. I went under the covers and popped you into my mouth. Did you feel that? No? That's even hotter then. I swear I thought you were empty after fucking me so well. I didn't know you were going to get so hard again so soon after you came inside of me. But you did. Oh, you swelled up inside of my mouth so fast. You must have thought it was just a really good dream. It sounds weird, but I didn't want to wake you up. I just wanted you to stay inside of my mouth, while you were asleep, and I wanted to work your cock just a little bit. Just enough to keep you hard. Keep you excited. I totally got off. I've never done that before and it turned me on so much hearing you breathing... sound asleep... but your cock was awake and so swollen in my mouth. I had to cum. I'm sorry," she giggled.

"I swear I can't get enough of you," she said, sounding both scared and excited by that admission. "I've never felt this way before about anyone. But... just your cock between my lips like this. God! You'd think that after all that last night it would be enough, but it's just not. I have to have you in my mouth all the time. So you better get used to it. You're just going to have to use me, shove your cock down my throat, whenever I get this look in my eye. You know, the look that just says I need to be pushed down and used... any way you want to. I'll be your little cum dumpster. Your little cum slut. I'm completely yours. Oh, and you have to make me drink it. You have to fill my mouth up with it. God, I love the taste of your cum. It's so good. And so hot."

She slid him deep into her throat, her lips nestling in his pubic hair, and she gurgled and spat, trying to breath while taking even more down her throat.

"I gotta say, hearing that you sucked me off while I was asleep gets me hard," he admitted. "I love the thought of you using me like that."

"You do? You're turned on by the fact that I was sucking you while you were sleeping? Mmmm... Do you want me to do it again?" She looked excited. The thought of being devious and deviant at the same time seemed to really excite her. "Tonight?"

"We have to drive home today, though," I said, kind of sorry this was going to have to end. He was already thinking about when he was going to use the Magic 8-ball to reverse the wish.

"I know," she said nonchalantly, as if she thought this was going to continue, regardless of where they were. "Well, after the number of times I want to make you cum today, I'll be surprised if you even get hard by tonight. You're going to be totally empty. I get you all to myself," she said, smiling deviously. "Trapped in the car. And I can go as slow as I want. That's why I want to keep you nice and hard and sensitive forever. So you need me... my lips... my tongue... and my tits, forever. Because I want to belong to you forever. I wanna keep you right there... for as long as I can... for as long as you can take it. Because I love you like this. You need me. You need me to give you relief. To make you cum."

She started licking slowly up the shaft from the base again. And she giggled. "It's making me flushed. It's making me hot. It's making me breath hard. Fuck, your cock is turning me on!" She stroked him, keeping his cock sloppy wet with her spit as her mouth continually moved over him. "Oh, you're so swollen. You won't get bored with my mouth at all. Especially if I wake you up with it every single morning."

"God I want to fuck you!" he moaned, desperate to thrust into her pussy again. But she wouldn't budge.

"Not yet, baby. Not yet. I didn't get much cum in my mouth this weekend. So today, I'm going to make sure I do. You have no idea how much I love the taste of it. I could just tell you over and over and over again. But you'll never understand. I need my fix of you. My fix of your cum. Your hot juicy load. It belongs in my mouth. I'll tell you what... I'll let you cum in my pussy every day as long as you cum in my mouth every day, too."

Every day, he thought. Wouldn't that be incredible? God, why did this have to end? Emmanuelle was the perfect woman for him. Maybe he didn't have to dispel the wish... maybe there was some other way he could make this work.

Emmanuelle misread his face, thinking the downtrodden look to be about being able to have two orgasms every single day. "It's not too exhausting, is it? Would you be able to keep up with me?" she asked.

"I swear I'd fuck you senseless every day," he said forcefully.

That made her giggle. "I didn't think you'd mind." She looked down at the very hard cock in her hand and smiled. She licked the head, causing him to groan. "Have I tortured you long enough? I know I used your cock pretty hard last night. And now you're just... oooh... aching to cum again. You're so raw... so sensitive. I really should just let you do it."

"Fuck! Yes you should!" he said, forcefully. He needed to cum badly. She'd kept him hard for a long time now.

She giggled as his urgent reaction. It was just the reaction she was hoping for. "Should I? Should I let you cum now?"

"Yes! Fuck!"

"Do you promise you'll let me suck you every day?" she asked. "And you'll give me your cum every day? Promise?"

"Oh my God, yes!" he moaned.

She started stroking faster, sucking on just the head, swirling her tongue over his sensitive spots, and it didn't take long. Within seconds, his body tightened and his hips raised up as he started cumming, spraying into her mouth as she gobbled it up greedily.

"Oh fuck!" he growled, grabbing her head with one hand as his release took over his entire being.

"Mmmm," she moaned as she collected more and more into her mouth until he was fully spent. She looked so happy to have received this gift, so happy that she could give him so much pleasure. She played with it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around, making sure every inch of her mouth was coated with it before swallowing so that she'd taste every bit of him.

"Oh God, I need to masturbate now," she whispered, smiling up at him. "Here, you can help," she said, coming to her knees and moving over him, just like last night. She slid her nipples over and around his face, letting it scrape across his lips before he managed to grab one in his mouth and sucked hard.

He growled up at her as he grabbed around her to keep her from moving away. He wanted every drop of her as well.

Emmanuelle moaned. "I love the idea of dropping my breast into my baby's mouth and knowing that everything coming out of my breasts is taking care of the baby's needs. I really love to watch you do it. I'm just so fascinated by the motherly duty to take care of my children. I like to see you looking up at me while you suck on my titties and drink all my milk. Go ahead, Vince... just keep looking up at me with those big, brown eyes. Oh, yeah, keep sucking. I love it! Show me what a hungry little boy you are."

Vince grabbed her breasts with his hands and squeezed them, too, forcing the milk out of her breasts and into his waiting mouth. And in between, he licked, teasing her even more.

"Oh fuck! You're making my nipples so sensitive. Do you see how hard they are? That's a good baby boy. Keep sucking... you're such a good boy." Vince reached down with his hand, like last night, and slid two fingers into her sopping wet pussy even as he continued sucking on her nipples. This seemed to drive her crazy with need.

"Yeah... yeah... oh fuck... keep doing that. Oh your fingers feel so good on my pussy. I think I can... I can... cum like that. Oh fuck! Keep sucking... suck on it... yeah, milk my fucking tits, too."

And she came, too, flooding the bed beneath and his arm with her juices. "Oh my fucking God!" she said loudly. Her body was shaking as she orgasmed, her entire body exploding in pleasure. When she finally came down, she lay on him and let him hold her.

"God that was so good," she whispered, running her fingertips over his chest.

"Yeah... damn," he replied. "I've never felt so good before."

"So we're going home today?" she asked.

"Yeah, unfortunately."

"What are we going to do about Richard? I mean, it's going to be hard to hide this from him."

"Yeah, you're right," he agreed. "We can't keep having sex like this around him."

"Not when I can't keep my hands off you," she giggled. "But... I don't want to stop. I can't stop."

"I know. It's going to be tough for me, too," he admitted. He knew what he had to do, and now was the time. "Why don't you go take a shower and we can start packing."

"Ok. If I must," she said sadly. She rolled off him and walked out of the bedroom towards the bathroom.

Vince went to the dresser and grabbed the 8-ball out of the top drawer. He stared at it, wishing he didn't have to do this.

"Here goes fun," he said. "I wish Emmanuelle no longer wanted my cock." He shook the ball and then turned it over, expecting the familiar phrase. But another phrase came into view. "It is decidedly so," Vince read. "What the fuck does that mean?" He started shaking the ball again and announced his wish at the same time. "I wish Emmanuelle no longer wanted my cock," he said. Then he turned the ball over and looked through the portal again. "Don't count on it? What? Work damn it!" he said loudly. "Listen... I wish Emmanuelle no longer wanted my cock," he said slowly and carefully, shaking the ball. Then he turned it over. "Signs point to yes?"

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he said loudly. He had no idea what he was going to do now. For some reason the wonderful Magic 8-ball that got him into this position just stopped working... and it was at a bad time. How in the hell was he going to handle this in front of his dad? He'd kill him for sure, if not castrate him... or disown him at the least, kicking him out of the house. Where would he go? What would he do?

He shook his head. "Fuck! I hope my dad never catches on," he whispered, looking at the ceiling. He dropped the ball onto the bed and it gently rolled away to a stop.

Suddenly he noticed Emmanuelle standing in the doorway. "What's that?" she asked.

"Oh, uh... how long have you been standing there?" He started to get scared. Did she hear the wish about her? What the fuck? This day was going bad quickly!

"Only a moment," she lied. She'd actually been standing there from his first what-the-fuck, wondering what was making him so upset. "What is that?" she asked, sounding a little scared. The presence of the black ball with the white dot on it filled her with fear as she remembered her dreams. Her dreams of wishes being fulfilled, of her being forced to being addicted.

"It's just some stupid toy," Vince lied. "It obviously nothing." He stood. "I'll go get cleaned up first, if you don't mind," he said, dejectedly walking out the door.

Emmanuelle walked over the bed and picked up the ball. She turned it over and looked at the viewer. "Make it a wish? What kind of answer is that. I'd never heard of that one before."

"Wait, wait wait! What's it say?" Vince asked, sticking his head in the door excitedly.

"Uh... it's a question. Make it a wish? I have no idea what that means."

"Yes!" Vince yelled. "Hell yes!" Emmanuelle looked at him in surprise. "What does it mean, Vince?"

"Never mind! It means things are going to be ok." He quickly disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door, hooting with joy, his mood obviously lifted immensely. She heard the water start running in the shower.

"What in the world..." Emmanuelle asked, looking at the black sphere in her hand. And then things started becoming clear to her. She never thought of being with Vince like this before, running away to some cabin in the woods... away from her husband and baby. And, before two days ago, she'd never thought about being sexual with Vince in any way... never even in a casual thought or fantasy.

And now... she can't stop thinking about him. Why? And what was this about wishing she no longer wanted his cock?

Maybe... just maybe... her dreams were right. Just maybe Vince was controlling her somehow through the Magic 8-ball. That would explain why she can't stop thinking about him. That would explain why she did what she did. That would explain why he tried to wish away her desire for him before they left for home. And that would explain why he made his casual wish for his father not to catch them.

How was it possible, though? She looked at the innocuous black plastic ball in her hands, shaking her head. This is crazy.

But the more she thought about it, the more angry she became. She was angry that she needed him so badly. She was angry that she was manipulated like that. And, now, this was going to be her life forever?