Chapter One
Her breasts glistened as the sun light beamed upon them. Tan, and supple, she was proud of her double D's, which still resembled her years of youth. Thirty-nine was a tough age for Remy MacIntyre. She still felt young and sexy, but nearing forty left her with a sense of questionable confidence. Sex was her healer, and thank God for her new husband, whom never minded providing her with such favors. Their sex life was unheard of for most couples out there in the city of LA, but she hit the jackpot.
To grow up in Chino was difficult during her teenage years. She met a man, whom she thought was the love of her life, her senior year and married right after graduation. Deceit and abuse was all that was provided to her within that relationship. As the years passed, she transcended from one fling to the next. No relationship ever made it past the three year mark before one of them broke it off. But, Tyler seemed different. He was three years younger than her and had more accomplished in his life than most men she's ever known. His house was over 4,000 square feet with a beautiful in ground pool, which she chose to lounge in every waking moment of the summer. She was a writer and loved to spend her days of character and blot building by the pool in her tight bikini. For thirty-nine her body was fit and sexy. Younger men thought she was almost ten years younger; another confidence booster she loved to feed off of.
Tyler was a defense lawyer and was working his ass of on some big case most days and nights, so she was alone. But, she always had her toys to provide her pleasure. Nothing comparable to that of her husband of course, but close enough to get her off.
As her eyes lay quiet and still, she felt relaxed and comforted by the sun's glorious warmth upon her body. Puddles of sweat laced her silky skin to show it strength upon her body. Silence flowed through the backyard like a violin. The only noise present was the soft, whisp of the pool's water, a bird chirping in the tree outside of the fence, and her keyboard typing away at her next sexy novel. She breathed in deep the fresh air, and enjoyment of being alone, just as her cell rang. Her publisher's ring tone played momentarily before the slim device made love to ear.
"Remy! Are you there, darling? Hello-" Monique screamed, muffled on the other line.
Remy huffed at the pain her ear endeared from her publisher's lack of audible range.
"Hi, Monique. I'm here, but I can barely understand you," she blocked her other ear with her hand as she tried to make sense of her tone.
"Remy, I must have your first draft! What are you waiting for? Are you ok, hunnie? How's your sex life? Are you lacking material? I know it's already been six months together, the sex life can be gone already-" her voice still loud and disturbed from the presence of background noise.
"Where are you?" she questioned.
"Where am I? That's all you have to say after all those questions, my hear?"
"No, but I can barely hear you. Oh, and no..I have not lost material. Yes, I still have a sex life, even after six months, and you will have it by Monday...as long as you let me get to it," she insisted, a smirk in her voice.
"Ok, darling, and I'm on way for a wax. It's getting a little prickly down there, and I must have it silky smooth before my date tomorrow night. I'll see you Monday. Ta, ta!" The dial tone went dead, Remy left flabbergasted from their conversation.
That was weird. Alright back to work. "He made his way to the bedroom where she laid naked awaiting his touch. He walked in on her massaging her clit..."
"Shit. I have nothing. I need some inspiration." She laid her head back upon the fabric lawn chair and started to slowly move her fingertips from her breasts to her midriff. "Who needs a man." Gently, her bikini bottoms made their way to her knees, and her finger tips massaged her own clit. Her head arched back from the sensation of her doing. They moved lower between her lips and into her wet self. She licked her lips as her body built up and tingled. Moments of self-pleasure where just about to allow her to release to full ecstasy.
"Come on sexy, let's go to the bedroom. I wanna see what's beneath those clothes," a young man's voice said from within the house.
"What the-" She jumped up, unsure of whether to be mortified or petrified. Quickly, she pulled her bottoms back up and ran into the house. Afraid to scream if they were intruders, she gradually walked throughout the house and planned every move to ensure her own safety. Screams from a woman echoed throughout the foyer. She mounted herself to the wall as she walked up the stairs, an emptied vase in hand.
"Yes, Luke, yes!!" the young woman moaned loudly.
Luke? Tyler's son, Luke? Shit, he's home? I thought he didn't get back from college until Friday, after his finals.
Luke went away to school in Washington and hasn't been home once since Remy and Tyler's wedding. They got hitched a month after they met, so she wasn't even aware if Luke knew who she was. The door to his room was left cracked, and she couldn't help herself. She wanted catch a glance of the scene that started to unfold within those doors. She knew it was wrong, but Luke was attractive, like his father, and she could use some juicy material to write about, since she was dried up with detail at the moment. What could it hurt?
Chapter Two
Thrusts of young lust eliminated the room. Luke's dark, black hair was all she could see, besides his muscular back, red and full of sweat. The young woman he was with grabbed his shoulder blades as he rammed into her upon his satin sheeted bed. She couldn't take her eyes away. It was wrong, but she tingled at the sight of what she viewed between the cracks of the door. Moans sang loud from both parties involved. As their breathing enhanced, so did hers.
Is it wrong to masturbate to your step son fucking someone? Her conscious contemplated between right and wrong before she gave in to temptation. Fuck it. If no one knows, then who would it hurt? Pleasure is pleasure.
Her fingertips slipped through her bathing suit fabric between her legs. She rubbed her clit as she watched her step son pull out of the blonde woman and work his lips between her legs. She felt flush from the sensation caused as her mind envisioned Luke between her own legs. Two fingers within, she thrusted them back in forth, her clit rubbed by her thumb. Luke switched positions and pushed the young woman upon the bed. His face was now visible. She masturbated more at the sight of attraction before her. His tanned, hairless, chisled chest, glistened as he strode the woman below him. Each pump sent her head back with pleasure. He was sexy; maybe sexier than his father. It felt sinful to be sexually attracted to her new stepson, but she couldn't help it. Her finger tips increased intensely, as her lustful state of mind increased for a man she should shun such feelings for. His erected penis pulled from within the woman's lips for a long enough moment to catch a glimpse. Her clit heated at the sight. Damn. Now that's what I'm talking about. Holy shit! The length of him made her envision it deep within her inner walls, her lips wrapped around his shaft as he pumped her repeatedly until she would cum. She was close in reality. Her fingers were lubricated and warm, just like her pussy, which yearned for what the woman who was before her had. She wanted his thick cock in her mouth, so she could show him a thing or two about how things are done. She envisioned her lips around his shaft, feeling the veins as she pulled up and down to give him pleasure. Her built up pleasure couldn't stay within anymore. Soft moans escaped her mouth.
Luke looked up as he still penetrated the woman beneath him. His eyes caught Remy. They both locked one another. Her hand still between her legs, she froze. Unsure of what to do, she did all she could think to do; stay where she was and be quite. Embarrassed, her face burned. Luke, still in action, looked her up and down. Caught, his eyes worked their way down to her hands, still within her bikini bottoms. Quickly, he licked his lips, his eyes still locked on hers, he thrusted faster and deeper with the girl beneath. Remy didn't move an inch. She stood still as her tempted eyes watched and eagerly awaited his release. His thrusts changed speed. Each turned into a slow motioned movement. He pulled from within her slowly, just the tip unexposed. His eyes still upon Remy's, she licked her lips at the sight of his erected cock once more. She yearned for him within her. A few slow thrusts, and he picked up pace again. He looked to the woman he was fucking just for a moment. Her pussy was wet with juice from her arousal, and he envisioned the woman in the doorway, whomever she was, with his cock inside of her. His hands upon her hips, he pulled once more, deep and hard. His body convulsed as his eyes met hers again during his release. It was as if he stopped breathing for the moment, his body tensed and liquid poured between the blonde's inner lips. He fell to her chest, as they both expanded up and down.
