Erin was washing the dishes when her stepson came into the kitchen from the pool. He took out a bag of chips from the pantry and stuffed a handful in his mouth.
"What's for dinner tonight?" Dominic said.
Erin turned around and without thinking checked him out from head to toe. Dominic was wearing short swimming trunks that clung to his body like a band-aid. His skin was glistening from the pool water and sweat. Erin let her eyes trail over his muscular arms, his sculpted chest, bulging abs and lower, following with her eyes the muscles that led to his crotch. She let her eyes rest on Dominic's swimming trunks. She turned back to the dishes when she realized what she was doing.
"Uh...Lasagna," she said.
"I fucking love your lasagna," Dominic said and kissed her on the cheek as he walked past her out of the kitchen. Erin blushed then called out "no cussing!" as she stared at Dominic's ass.
Erin let her hands do the work of washing dishes. It was automatic. Her muscles had their own memory and they took over the task, freeing her mind to do some serious thinking.
Ever since Dominic turned 18 it seemed like he has gotten closer to her. Closer than a stepson should. She always had a good relationship with Dominic. There was a lot of love and warmth between them. But ever since he grew up to be an attractive man, she thought that there was something more behind the hugs and kisses he was always giving her.
She turned red every time that thought popped in her mind. She would shake her head and rub her face with her hands. She'd let her head rest on the palm of her hand and she'd laugh to herself. She put the thought out of her mind, until the next time Dominic did something oddly affectionate. A comment here, a brush there, a hug that was held for too long, a look in the eyes.
She's been with plenty of men in her life. She knew the signs, the subtle cues that men and women give each other. The human mating dance. She thought she was seeing it with Dominic. But he was her stepson so she convinced herself she was misinterpreting it. He was just being affectionate towards his stepmother. Nothing unusual about that.
She was convinced until Dominic gave her another signal. Then another. Then another.
Her stepson was a man in the full sense of the word. He grew up to be tall and handsome, just like his father. He had the lean, muscular built of a teenage athlete. He was the star football player of his high school, due to go to a top college on a football scholarship. He had his father's green eyes. Their intense color was visible from across the room. He styled his light brown hair in a messy manner that made him look adorable. He looked like a younger and more virile version of her husband. And she was massively attracted to her husband. But he was always away on business while she played a stay-at-home mom.
When she thought about it she laughed at the situation. She wasn't surprised, that under these circumstances, she found herself attracted to her stepson. It would be strange if she wasn't. She was 35 years old and still considered herself to be in her peak. She had strong sexual urges, which her husband satisfied thoroughly whenever he was around. The problem was that he wasn't around and there was only so much a vibrator could accomplish. She was horny and stuck in a house with a young version of her husband. She laughed to herself at the thought. There was nothing else she could do. She laughed every time the thought of acting on her desire entered her mind. She swatted it away in her mind. Then she convinced herself again that there was nothing behind Dominic's behavior. She was misinterpreting his affection.
Dominic's swimming trunks were dry. He was wearing a tank top revealing his tan, muscular arms. As Erin served the lasagna, she couldn't help but look over his bulging biceps, and forearms built like steel cords.
She sat across the table from him and ate in silence. She tried not to stare. Dominic was a growing boy and he ate a ton of food. He stuffed his face without pausing to breathe. The only sounds were Dominic's chewing, punctuated by the sounds of his gustatory approval.
Erin kept her eyes on the food. She chased the bits of lasagna around the plate with her fork. Her muscles were doing their own thing again as her mind ran around different thoughts and memories. She thought about the time she came home early from her friend's house and heard Dominic and his girlfriend having sex in his room.
"You're too big," she heard the girl say. She remembered standing outside the door to his room and listening. She remembered feeling dirty. She remembered telling her body to get away, to walk outside, to quit her voyeurism. But her body didn't listen. She stood there, and eavesdropped.
"Let me make you more wet, I'll lick your pussy," she heard her stepson say. His words made her own pussy wetter then, and the memory was making her wet now, as she ate across the table from him. She looked up at him and his eyes met hers. He smiled with a mouthful of lasagna. Erin quickly returned her gaze to the plate.
"What's wrong?" Dominic said, as he wiped his mouth with his hand. Erin looked out the window at the sun setting over the hills in the distance. It has been a very hot day. She wore a very revealing sundress and right now, under Dominic's gaze, she felt naked.
"Nothing is wrong Dominic. How's the food?" she said, trying to change the subject.
Dominic held up an empty plate.
"Amazing as always," he said. He got up from his seat, walked around the table and kissed Erin on the cheek. She closed her eyes as his lips met her warm skin and inhaled sharply. Dominic's natural, masculine musk entered her nostrils, traveled to her lungs, entered her bloodstream, made her dizzy like a drug. Dominic went over to the sink and left his plate there.
"Thank you mom," he said. "I'm going to be in my room."
Erin put the fork down and stared at the setting sun outside. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. She touched the spot on her cheek where her stepson's lips have been a second ago and opened her eyes. She stared at the ceiling. She ran her other hand down her body, between her legs and touched her pussy over her panties. It was wet.
She chased the pieces of lasagna around her plate without thinking about it. She wasn't hungry anymore. Not for food. She picked up her plate and swept the lasagna into the trash. She put the plate in the sink then leaned against the counter with her arms spread wide. She looked at her reflection in the window. It was a ghostly image, transparent in the shadows. She laughed and shook her head.
Erin was tired. The constant heat has worn her out, and the meal she just ate contributed. She turned off the light in the kitchen and walked upstairs to her bedroom.
She passed Dominic's door and slowed down. She stood there in the silent hallway and listened. She saw a yellow glow coming from under the door and shadows flicking across the strip of light. She turned her body towards the door and leaned against the wall next to it.
She squinted and furrowed her brow. Usually there was music or video game sounds coming from Dominic's room. No matter what he was doing, whether it was homework, reading, or his girlfriend, there was always music. But the hallway was silent. There were no sounds coming from his room. Only flickering shadows beneath the door.
Erin raised her hand to knock on the door but stopped. She let her arm drop at her side. She stood there staring at the door. She put her hand on the door handle and pushed the door quietly open. Through the tiny gap between the door and the doorframe she saw the back of Dominic's head. He was still wearing the same thing. He had headphones covering his ears. The desk lamp on his desk was on. From where Erin was standing, the light was blocked by Dominic's head, making it look like he had a halo around it. Erin stared at that light effect and didn't notice what Dominic was doing.
His head blocked half of the computer screen in front of him. Erin opened the door wider, without thinking, trying to figure out what she was seeing. She squinted and stepped into the room. Then she noticed Dominic's right arm shaking. Her eyes darted back to the screen and Erin saw the naked legs of two people, bouncing rhythmically. She covered her mouth as she realized what Dominic was doing. He was masturbating to porn.
She stood in the middle of Dominic's room covering her hand with her mouth. She didn't realize how far inside the room she has walked. She stepped slightly to the right to get a full view of the screen as her shock turned into curiosity.
Stepson fucking a MILF, was the title above the video. Erin's skin became hot. Her eyes opened wide and her brain spun around in her skull. Her eyes darted to Dominic's hand. The view of his cock was blocked by his muscular arm. Erin leaned against the dresser and extended her neck trying to catch a glimpse of the penis that gave Dominic's girlfriend so much trouble. As she transferred her weight to her hand, it slid from underneath her. She has put it on some lose papers. She stumbled momentarily then caught herself and straightened instantly.
Dominic pulled his swimming trunks up and shot up from his seat. The headphone cable was ripped out from the computer as he did so. The loud moans of a mature pornstar filled the entire house.
"What the fu...Mom!" he yelled out as he covered his crotch with his hands. He turned halfway away from Erin, who stood there, without a word or thought. Only her eyes moved, from Dominic's face, to the computer screen, to his crotch. She has caught him.
Erin regained her composure, but didn't know what to say. She mumbled some half-finished words as she turned around and shuffled out of the room, shutting the door behind her. She heard Dominic fumble with the computer keyboard as she made her exit and the moans coming from the speakers ceased. Erin walked fast to her empty bedroom and closed the door. She pressed her back against the cool wood of the door and put her hand to her forehead, covering her eyes. Her entire face felt on fire. She squeezed her eyes shut. She held her breath. The back of her head hit the door with a thump. Her hand traveled slowly over the folds and wrinkles of her dress. Down over her breasts, her stomach, her thigh. It traveled under her skin, caressing her thigh, her fire-hot skin. Her hand touched her panties. They were soaked.
When Erin went down to the kitchen in the morning she found a used pan in the sink. The smell of bacon hung in the air. Usually she made Dominic's breakfast. This morning he got up earlier than her and made it himself. She felt a tinge of disappointment as she stared at the dirty plate poking out of the sink. Her eyes rested on it but her mind wasn't receiving that input. Her mind was replaying the events of last night. Erin relived all the sounds, sights and feelings so completely that she almost didn't hear the front door slamming shut. She blinked and turned towards the front of the house a few seconds after the sound stopped. She walked to the front door and looked out the window. She saw Dominic jumping on the back of his friend's jeep, which was filled with his friends. He had a towel hung across his back. He was going to the beach. She listened to the car starting up, loud music blasting out of its speakers, the bass shaking the window in front of her face. As the car pulled away from the curb with a screech of the tires she saw Dominic glance back and their eyes met. She quickly stepped behind the curtain and listened to the music receding into silence.
