For fuck's sake. Story rejected because Was there an underage (under 18 years old) sexual relationship in my story? Age of boy?
Very well. All characters involved in this story are at least 50.
Unedited. Hope it's okay...
I woke up quickly, as usual. I was lying in my bed naked with the covers kicked off because of the summer heat. I stretched, then reached down to give my morning wood a little "Hello there" stroke. I heard a soft moan.
That's when I noticed my step-mother sitting in the chair across the room, watching me.
My mom had passed from cancer when I was 15. My father had been heartbroken. It had always been clear to me that they loved each other with a passion that must have been the envy of all their friends. Dad had moped around for several years,
NOTE TO LITEROTICA EDITORS: "SEVERAL YEARS. NOT ONE YEAR, WHICH WOULD HAVE MADE HIM 16. NOR TWO YEARS, WHICH WOULD HAVE MADE HIM 17. BUT SEVERAL YEARS, WHICH WOULD HAVE MADE HIM 18 OR 19. READING COMPREHENSION. IT'S A GOOD THING. PLEASE DON'T DROP THIS STORY AGAIN.
then had taken a two-week vacation to Japan and Thailand just to get away from what was familiar but lost.
He returned with Ananda, a young Thai girl. It was the most unlikely pairing ever. Dad was about 6 feet tall, and she was 4'8". Dad was in his late 30's; Ananda was 19. And could barely speak a few words of English. But though her body was tiny, it was lush. I thought I understood the attraction she held for my father.
I thought about covering myself up, but it seemed pointless given how long she'd likely had to stare at my body.
"Sorry," I said.
She licked her lips. "It... okay," she said. She didn't move. I watched her watching me. She was wearing a short, skimpy little silk robe. Her nipples poked hard through the fabric of it, giving away her state of mind. It was only then that I really understood the danger of our situation. I had no idea where Dad was.
"I, um... I really need to pee," I said. I stood up and my erection was pointed directly at Ananda. "I'll, uh, be right back," I said. I walked out the door and when I got to the bathroom I realized that Ananda had followed me there.
"Um..." I pointed at the toilet. "I have to go."
"Go," she said. She reached around me and lifted the lid and seat, then placed her hands on my hips and waited. Which only made my cock harder. There was no way I was going to be able to pee through an iron-hard erection. Nor, I thought, was there any way I could explain it to her. I pointed at my hard cock.
"Can't," I said. I figured that if I were lucky she'd understand and leave the bathroom.
"Oh," she said. She fumbled with her little robe and slipped it off of her shoulders and for a moment stood gloriously nude beside me. Then she turned me towards her and sucked my cock into her little mouth.
Oh, my God. This girl could give lessons to vacuum cleaner designers. Ignoring the ignominy of the situation, I gently grabbed her head and guided her as she licked and sucked my hard cock with abandon. I reached further down and cupped her little breasts and played with her nipples, and she moaned in satisfaction and played with my balls and stroked my shaft and sucked harder.
I'm reasonably proud of my stamina, but she was so good at what she was doing that I was getting pretty close. She pulled off of me for a moment and I thought that was it, but all she did was put her index finger into her mouth to get it wet. The next thing I knew she had pushed it up my asshole, searching for my prostate. And she found it.
"I'm going to cum," I choked out.
"Cum," she said, looking up at me. She never broke eye contact as I yelled my release. She sucked and gulped and moaned as I spewed a huge load onto her tongue. She kept sucking and licking until I became too sensitive and had to stop her. She stood up and hugged me, then watched my cock as it softened. She pointed to the toilet.
"Okay. Go."
I did. She watched while I peed for at least a minute, savoring the relief.
"Good," she said, and flushed the toilet. I watched her ass sway as she walked out.
"Breakfast," she said.
I could hear her doing stuff in the kitchen as I pulled on shorts and a T-shirt. You know how you feel after the urgency and immediacy of sex wears off and you start to consider the consequences? I had just been sucked off by my father's wife. The sense of my betrayal to him was crushing me. I had no idea how I would explain it to him, much less how I could explain it to Ananda, who had so little English. I walked to the kitchen and found her cooking fried rice, still nude.
"Ananda," I said. "Maybe you should put on some clothes?"
"Why? You see everything. Why you have clothes now?"
Strange, but it made sense somehow. I had seen all of her, and I actually felt a little weird being dressed while she was standing there nude.
"Okay," I said. I quickly stripped out of my clothes.
"Better?" I said?