I was so exhausted after the evening's events that I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I dreamt all night about how it felt to be inside my step mother, and how I had sexually abused her in her drunken state. I wished that I was sleeping in her bed with her.
I woke with a panicked feeling. I considered going out before Terri was awake, because I feared facing her. I got dressed and tip toed down the hall so not to wake her. Hearing the television, I remembered that I had left it on last night when I had gone to answer the door. I hadn't gone back to turn it off before taking Terri to bed. I walked into the kitchen and poured a glass of orange juice. I had just taken a drink when my step mother called to me from the family room. I almost spit the OJ on the floor. I went in and sat down to talk to Terri, having no idea what to expect.
It's important to state that Terri is my step mother. She and my father had married before I was eight years old, and she had always been an important part of my life. Terri couldn't have kids of her own so she had always treated me like her own son, and we had always had a very loving and tender relationship.
My step mom got up from her chair, moving kind of slowly, and looking like she had just worked out at the gym, and came to sit with me on the couch.
She said, "I have to talk to you about something." I could feel my face turning red. I was wearing shorts, and Terri reached over and started stroking my thigh. I instantly felt less worried. With one hand still on my bare thigh, she raised her other hand to my face and rubbed my cheek. "Was I a terrible mother last night?" she asked.
"What?" "What do you mean?"
She replied that she knew she had over indulged and that she was probably obnoxious when she had gotten home. I laughed and explained that she was not obnoxious, but that she was very drunk, and very funny.
She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips and said, "You're such a sweetheart, I just love you to pieces." "Now tell me the truth, how rotten was I really?"
I told her that I didn't know what she meant.
She went on to say, "well, I know that I can't even remember going to bed, and I know that you must have had to help me."
I told her that I had and that it was no problem.
She continued, "I woke up in my night gown, and I wonder how I got into it, and into bed."
I was blushing again and I told her, "I helped you because you asked me to."
"See, I'm a terrible mommy, you must have been so embarrassed to see me all naked."
I just kind of laughed and smiled, and Terri squeezed and then slapped me on the thigh. I was still laughing, and blushing, and told her that I really didn't mind. And that earned me a kiss on the cheek, and a little snuggle. As my step mother was snuggled up to me she slapped me on the thigh again and said, "ya know, you didn't need to take my panties off."
I was silent for a moment, thinking of what to say. "I know. I'm sorry. But they came off with your shorts" I finally replied.
"Oh sure they did" she said with a giggle. "And my bra too, did that come off with my top?" she asked.
I giggled nervously and said, "Well I just wanted you to be comfortable."
She just laughed and said, "I bet you copped a feel!" Then she started tickling me.
We wrestled around a bit and then I said, "I suppose I did."
All of the sudden Terri stopped and starred at me. She was silent, just starring in my eyes. "You naughty boy" she finally said. "Did you feel mommy's boobies?" I didn't respond. "I knew you did," she said. "They are so sore this morning."
I still didn't respond.
"Well at least you weren't too traumatized by the experience of stripping your mom and putting her to bed," She said just before punching me on the arm. We then wrested around a bit more before she started tickling me again while asking me over and over, "what else did you do dirty boy?" I just giggled and laughed and tried to get her to stop tickling me.
Even though I didn't answer her questions she went on asking and tickling. "Did you touch my bottom?" "Did you touch my pussy?" "Did you kiss me?" "I bet you kissed me," she said several times.
My mind went blank when she asked if I had touched her pussy. Oh my god, did she really just ask me that.
"I know you like looking at my pussy through my pantyhose you know," she said, "I'm not blind." And I know you look at my ass," she said. "I shouldn't be surprised that you touched me," she said. "I've been a terrible tease to you; prancing around in my panties and having you oil me when I sunbathe." "I know you get erections, and that's OK," she said. She rubbed my cheek again and said, "all boys lust for their mommies, it's OK, and perfectly normal." "I want you to be completely comfortable with me," she continued. "If you want to touch me it is OK" she said. Then she asked again while holding my face and looking in my eyes, "did you touch my pussy last night when you took my panties off?"
I was afraid to answer, and I couldn't keep looking in her eyes. "I can tell you did, didn't you?" "Is that why you can't look at me?" she asked. She took my face in her hands and said, "Look at me, tell me what you did. It's OK that you needed mommy to help you feel better. Just tell me what you did." I told her that I had touched her, and pushed my finger into her. I was expecting the worst, but she rubbed my cheek and kissed my lips gently.
"What else did you do sweetheart?" she asked. I felt guilty but I told her that I had tasted her. She said she could tell that I had been sucking her nipples, but she used the term "nursing", and I could instantly feel my cock stiffening.
"Did it make you feel good to nurse on mommy's nipples? She asked.
"Yes", I answered, "and I tasted you in other places."
"Oh my" she said, "I wasn't expecting that." Now she was beginning to blush, and it was beautiful on her.
She was really turning me on now with her openness, so I blurted out, "I licked your pussy."
She was stunned and quiet for a minute then she just changed the subject. "I know you masturbate with my dirty panties," she said. "And you cum in my clean panties too."
My face must have been bright red, and all I could say was "I'm so embarrassed."
"Oh honey, it's OK baby, I still wear them even though I know you ejaculated in them. I know your dried cum is touching my body and I do it because I know you know." My cock literally leapt to attention. She told me that it doesn't bother her at all that I use her panties to relieve myself. "I love that I can do that for you baby, it makes me feel good that you love me that way." "Do you take my dirty panties to you room?" she asked.
I told her that I did and that I liked to smell them before rubbing myself with them. She asked if I liked the way she smelled and told me that she sprays perfume into her panties in the morning because she thought I would like it.
"You do that for me? I asked.
"Oh of course baby, it is so important that you enjoy the experience," she said. "A woman's panties are very important to a young man."
Where is she getting this information I wondered, from porn movies?
"Do you need me to do anything else to make you feel better?" she asked. I was too stunned to answer, so she continued, "I can tell that you're erect right now, do you need relief?" I literally had no idea what to say. Terri got up from the couch and walked down the hall to the laundry room. When she came back she was holding the bikini bottom that she had been wearing the day before. She sat back down without saying a word, reached over and unfastened and unzipped my shorts and pulled my very stiff cock from my underwear. She didn't look up at my face; she starred right at my cock which was now jumping and throbbing in her small hand.
"Oh goodness" she said, "let mommy help." And with that she wrapped her bikini bottom around my cock and started stroking. I was in heaven as I spread my legs slightly and leaned back to give her better access. She was clearly a hand job expert, and I had never been so turned on. When I started humping my hips uncontrollably to meet the strokes of her delicate hand, she knew my orgasm was building. At that point she looked me in the eye and said, "How do you want to do it?"
"What?" I said.
"How do you want to cum?" Do you want to cum in mommy's hand?" "Do you want to cum in the crotch of my bikini? I was just about to answer when she made one more offer. "Do you want to cum on the ass of my bikini?"
"Yes" I blurted.
"I know you love mommy's ass, don't you dirty boy?"
I don't know why I said it, but, "yes mommy" was my only response.
My step mother carefully positioned the bikini in one hand while stroking my cock with the other. I arched my back a little and unloaded the best orgasm of my life. How had so much cum built up in my balls over night? Rope after rope of semen spurted and slashed on the ass of Terri's bikini bottom and up her forearm.