"Little Jimmie!"
Twenty year old James Middleton ignored his stepmother's call. He had one more kill to make on his X-box game and he could advance to the next level.
"James Middleton! I know you can hear me!"
James groaned loudly, put down his controller and stood. He knew when his stepmother called him by his first and last name she meant business. He left his room and walked slowly toward the kitchen.
"Yes, Mai?"
Her voice softened. "It's been ten years since your father and I married. And you still won't call me 'Mom'. Why?"
James glared at the small oriental woman standing in front of him, her hands on her hips. His father was a career military man. He'd been on an assignment in Japan when he'd met Mai, married her and brought her home. James had never liked her and he voiced his displeasure every chance he got.
"'Cause you're not my mother and you never will be. Now tell me what you want so I can get back to what I was doing!"
"Don't strike that attitude with me Little Jimmie. Your father will hear about this."
James Middleton sneered. "Number one," he began, "My father is in Turkey. Won't be home until late next year. So, I don't give a damn. Number two; you know I hate to be called 'Little Jimmie.' In case you haven't noticed, I ain't so little anymore."
Mai Middleton took a deep breath to calm herself. She blushed inwardly. "If he only knew how I wish I could find out how "not so little" he was," she thought to herself.
Mai's thoughts about her stepson had turned her brain to mush. One look at his shirtless chiseled upper torso and she was a goner. She couldn't remember what it was she wanted him to do!
"Don't just stand there," James said, his voice raised and noticeably irritated. "I've got things to do. I don't have that much of my summer vacation left. I'll be heading back to school soon. I can't be wasting it all waiting for you to get your head out of your ass. What do you want?"
Mai shook her head in a useless effort to clear her mind of its clutter of forbidden thoughts. Her only salvation was to get him out of the kitchen and out of her sight. "Uh," she said with an echoing stutter as she glanced about the room. "Never mind. I'll do it myself."
Exasperated almost beyond measure, James hunched his shoulders and leaned forward putting his face mere inches from hers. "You're useless," he told her. "Always have been. Always will be." He turned and went back to his room.
Later that day James entered the kitchen and took in the sight of his stepmother standing atop a custom made stool, reaching into the upper cabinet. As he walked behind her on his way to the refrigerator, he looked up.
As she stretched her five foot, one inch frame to its limit, Mai's already too tight shorts had clung to her as if they had been glued on. Every inch of her vaginal area was outlined in the prettiest shade of blue her stepson had ever seen.
James didn't want to admit it; especially not to himself. But he found himself think something other than hateful thoughts about Mai. With a stir in his groin, he continued to stare at her crotch. What had begun as a small, almost imperceptible twitching of his cock developed quickly into a full-fledged hard on when he noticed a single, black pubic hair sticking out from the leg band of her shorts clinging to the inside of her right thigh.
James stood mesmerized, his cock stretched to its limit, wishing that Mai could stay in that position forever. Just as he reached down to tug his hardened tube of flesh into a more comfortable position; the magic spell that had claimed him was broken by a startled cry from his stepmother. She had slipped and was falling.
James reacted quickly. He grabbed his stepmother by her hips and pulled her to him. Her ass bumped against his raging hard on, causing it to lurch involuntarily against her hard body.
Mai felt his cock as it moved against her hips. "Control yourself," she thought. "It's not like he's doing it on purpose." She wiggled out of his grip and felt the hardness of his penis against her back as she slithered to the floor.
Mai's face felt like it was on fire as she turned and gasped. His throbbing cock seemed to get harder as her stomach pressed against it.
Just then, the phone rang, breaking their lust filled reverie. Mai answered it and turned towards her stepson. It's for you," she said as the thrust the receiver into his hand.
"Uh, hello?" James said. He talked for a few minutes, said, "Goodbye" and hung up the phone.
Mai looked on questioningly. "It's Liz," he said nonchalantly. "She got off work early and wants me to take her to the movie." He left the kitchen almost in a trot.
A slight smile creased Mai's face. "What's your hurry?" she inquired.
"Movie starts in forty-five minutes," he shouted over his shoulder.
***
Mai breathed a sigh of relief when she heard James start his car and drive off. "So glad," she murmured aloud. "So glad he didn't try anything. I might not have been able to resist. Maybe he didn't even notice anything at all."
But James had noticed. That's all he thought about on his way to pick up Liz. Something had passed between the two of them when he had managed to keep his stepmother from falling. Something palpable. Something so real and oh, so new. He knew nothing would ever again be the same between him and his stepmother.
James rang the doorbell at the Dickerson's place and waited patiently for someone to come to the door. His second and third efforts went unanswered. Just as he was about to give up, the door opened and Liz stepped outside, her face ashen and grey. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Oh, James!" she sobbed.
James rubbed the back of her head. "There, there," he said. "What's got you so upset?"
Liz's sobbing eased and she haltingly told him why she was crying. "It's Daddy," she told him. "Right after we ended our call, he had a major heart attack. The ambulance is taking him to the hospital. Mom and I are going to follow along in a minute or two."
"Want me to go with you?"
Liz shook her head. "Might as well go back home. Mom and I will be fine." She paused to get her breath. "I'll call you when we know anything."
James kissed her lightly on her forehead. He turned and went back to his car. For the first time in his young life, he found himself looking forward to spending some time with his stepmother.
***
The lustful thoughts that the closeness of their two bodies had generated in Mai would not go away. "Take a cold shower," she told herself. "Maybe that will help."
After she'd finished undressing, Maria looked herself over in the full length mirror that hung from the bedroom door. She squeezed and then lifted her breasts; near perfect little orbs of flesh that amazed her to no end.
"Almost forty years old," she told herself. "And still as perky as they were when I was eighteen. Then Mai giggled. "Not much there to sag in the first place," she thought.
Mai flicked her right nipple and groaned. What would her husband, Frank, think about her lustful behavior?
Mai knew Frank was a good man. Always provided for her and James. They wanted for nothing. But, he did not have much imagination when it came to sex. It was the missionary position with him and only the missionary position. Just climb on, pump a few times, spend his load and climb off. That was Frank to a tee.
Mai had often wished she could persuade Frank to try other positions. "But, no," she thought. "He refused to even consider any of my suggestions when it came to my sexual needs."
Mai made her way into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She shivered mightily when the first jets of cool water hit her feverish skin and for a moment, the sinful thoughts about her stepson had vanished. But then they returned with a vengeance.
As Mai ran her soap filled sponge over her breasts, her nipples came back to life, harder than she'd known them to be in a long, long time. She felt an uncontrollable stirring deep inside, thrilling her yet, frightening her at the same time. Thoughts of her stepson doing unmentionable things to her body left her weak and panting.
"I wish James were here right now," Mai thought as she absentmindedly tweaked her nipples. Guilt and desire spread throughout her body. She guided the sponge slowly downward, applying the soap to her stomach and sides in small, deliberate circles.
Mai knew she loved her husband but, she also knew that when it came to their bedroom activities, Frank was most often as selfish as that Scrooge character in that Christmas story
"I bet I could get James to do things that Frank would never think about doing."
Mai dropped the sponge just as she was making her first pass over her mound. Her fingers slithered through her dense forest of pubic hair, searching for her clit. The second she found her swollen bud, she knew there was no turning back. Her need for a mind bending climax took control of her soul.
She captured her hood covered clit between the fingertips of her right hand and squeezed slightly. Hesitantly, she pushed them downward, squeezed a bit harder and then relaxed the pressure on her hard bud of desire before sliding them back up.
Mai paused and for a brief second to ponder the rightness and the sinfulness of the act she was in the process of committing. Then, as if her hand had a mind of its own, her fingers made that same trip down and then back up the hard ridge beneath that fleshy hood.
