My Milf Stepmother.

My father, Joe, was Jamaican, and my mother, Agnes, from Finland. I was born one year after this uncommon bond between an extremely dark male and a very pale female. Unfortunately, my mother died 6 years later due to aggressive breast cancer. After 3 years of mourning, Dad remarried with another white lady, Olga. Olga raised me from age 9 as if she was my real mother.

Dad's job forced him to travel around the country on multiple occasions, usually for a week or two at a time. Olga was a homemaker, doing the cooking, cleaning, and the laundry. However, she still had ample time to exercise, do yoga, and help me every time I needed it. Olga loved to hear about my studies and my interests. Growing up, our time together brightened my stressful days at school.

My growth spurt started late when I was around 16. Before then, I was an average-height, skinny brown boy with curly hair. Later in high school, I began participating in football and tennis, and at 18, I was 6'3", 195 pounds of pure muscle.

I had my first date as a freshman in college. She was very pretty and made eyes at me, which encouraged me to approach her and ask her out. She accepted enthusiastically and asked how many girlfriends I had before her. I told her the truth - None. She seemed very surprised and said, "I don't understand why. You are tall, handsome, nice - Everything a girl wishes her boyfriend to be. I admitted to her I was very shy. With her, I had my first sexual experience. She was the one who took the initiative and taught me how to please a woman. My confidence increased rapidly. Within a month, I dominated our sexual encounters. After 2 more months, I became tired of her constant use of social media and dumped her.

With my shyness gone, I noticed how girls ogled me. I began playing the field. A year had passed, and among my conquests, I counted 5 cheerleaders, a teacher, and one of our neighbors. With 3 of my friends, I frequented bars and, most times, on the same night I ended up in bed with a pretty girl.

I still recall one Friday night, we went to a bar and got drunk. I bragged no girl could resist me. Tom said, "You are too attractive for young girls to say no to you. But I know a female you could never convince fuck you."

I laughed, "Unless she is a nun, I don't think so."

"Let's bet."

I stared at him and, without thinking, blurted, "Bet it is."

Tom smiled and announced, "You get 1 month. Is it OK?"

"More than enough. Who is the target?"

"Your stepmother, Olga. She is a real MILF!"

As I said, I was under the influence, but my cortex still had a couple of functioning neurons to understand the situation I was put in, "Tommy, choose anybody else. She was always good to me, and I hate to hurt her."

Tom stared at my other friends and asked, "Is he a chicken or what? First, he declares no woman would resist him, and when I mention the sexiest lady around, he tries to bail out. Am I right?"

Both my friends nodded 'yes.'

I was trapped and mumbled, "You guys are jerks. I go home." I left the bar and was lucky the police did not catch me driving with at least 3 times the allowable alcohol level... I fell asleep with my clothes on and woke up the following morning with a huge hangover.

I took Tylenol, freshened up, put on a tee shirt with my shorts, and entered the kitchen. I found Olga sitting there, starting to prepare meat for our lunch. She saw me and giggled, "Burt honey, you look like somebody who survived an earthquake. Did you get drunk with your friends at the bar or you celebrated too much with one of your multiple girlfriends?"

"The first one..."

"Let me prepare breakfast with strong coffee, and soon you'll feel better."

As she turned her back to me, I ogled her behind. Her long blonde hair was arranged in a high ponytail, which gave her a younger look. Her long robe was tied at the tummy, emphasizing her narrow waist. When Olga brought my breakfast on a tray, her chest protruded forward nicely. She bent to place the tray before me, and the upper part of her robe opened slightly, displaying an impressive cleavage.

My eyes focused on the top of her exposed creamy tits. It was too late to shift my eyes elsewhere - She caught me peeking at her breasts and joked, "Honey, after bedding scores of pretty spring chickens, I thought you've seen enough tits. Thank you for the compliment, but I can reassure you I cannot compete with younger girls."

I smiled at her, "Olga, I always loved you, and I am not going to lie to you: You are pretty, and your figure is fantastic, too. You are not inferior to ANY of the younger girls."

"Burt, as I said, I appreciate the compliment, but I know the truth."

I stood up, approached her, kissed her cheek, and said, "I am not going to argue with you. Let's agree to disagree. And thank you for breakfast."

She hugged me, and her boobs pressed against me. My penis stirred. I was ready to leave when I heard her say, "What are your plans for today? It's a nice sunny Saturday."

"I am not sure. I just woke up."

"Why don't you go to the beach with your friends? It's a perfect day for swimming and showing off your athletic body."

"My friends prefer to play ball or go to bars than showing their white skin on the shore."

"If you want to go, I'll come with you. Dad will be back on Tuesday, and I haven't seen the sea in ages..."

"OK."

"Burt, I am jealous of you. With your dark skin, the sun's rays just kiss you. In my case, after 10 minutes, I'll get burned."

"I'll bring the sunblock lotion. It's SPF 70, so it should protect you adequately."

"I hope you are right. I really have the urge to swim."

...

I put on my Speedo and, on top, an old tee shirt and shorts. Olga came out of her bedroom with a short beach dress and sandals. I couldn't recall when was the last time I went with her to the beach. She looked great. My eyes explored her up and down. She blushed, "Burt, stop that. I am your mother!"

I smiled, "So what? Can't I appreciate how good you look?"

"It's not an appreciative look. It feels more like a wolf assessing his prey before pouncing."

It was 10 am and already crowded on the shore. We found a nice place on the sand, and I spread the small blanket. I removed my pants and shirt and noticed several girls ogling my dark-skinned body. By now, I was used to stares and ignored them.

Olga glanced around and gingerly took off her cover. I gazed unbelievably at her. Her body was gorgeous! Her skin was very pale, but her skinny waist and flat belly highlighted her C-cup breasts that rested high on her chest in a blueish top. Her somewhat wide hips ended in long, shapely legs.

She saw my unabashed stare and commented, "Honey, quit looking and be more useful. Put lotion on my whitish skin before it boils."

She lay on her tummy, and I started pouring the oily stuff on her shoulders and back. Her skin was smooth and soft. I applied the sunscreen delicately, and she moaned, "Your touch is very tender. It feels erotic."

I looked around and saw most of the people around staring at us. No wonder: An attractive couple, one very brownish and the other extremely white, would gather attention everywhere. Being in skimpy swimsuits enhanced the attraction. And watching me massage the beautiful lady's body was mesmerizing to the crowd.

I was doing it slowly, thinking about how sexy Olga looked. My penis agreed and began rising. It was a problem because my small Speedo left very little to the imagination...

The men around us were focusing on Olga's body. However, 3 girls who sat 20 feet away gazed straight at my groin and giggled. It was embarrassing. Fortunately, my pecker was only at half-mast. I moved to do her legs and purposefully did them faster.

When I was done, Olga turned on her back and mumbled in a spoiled voice, "You are not done. I am too lazy to do it myself. Please do my front as well."

Watching her caged twin peaks trying to burst her thin top caused my cock to harden further and threaten to tear the swimsuit. Olga wasn't aware of anything - her eyes were closed and covered with large sunglasses. However, she heard the loud laugh of the girls near us and opened her eyes. She noticed the huge bulge in my Speedo and whispered, "Go to the water. I'll finish putting the lotion and join you there."

I stood up with my 8" straining the swimsuit and about to cross the waistband. I ran to the water. The cool water helped, and shortly after, my organ began deflating.

Olga joined me a couple of minutes later, saying, "Burt, I am sorry. I didn't know you had such a reaction."

"Before we left the house, I told you you looked amazing."

Olga chuckled, "I took it as a flattering remark to your mother to boost her self-confidence. Your father is hardly home, and I rarely get to go outside and hear compliments."

I grinned, "Mommy, from now on, you should take my words more seriously. You are pretty, and your figure is divine."

Olga gave me a long look, "To hear that from a young stud like you, who dated a lot of enticing girls, it's a real treat. But I am amazed. Your reaction suggests more than just admiring something beautiful. Your brain seemed to take it further..."

I hugged her and whispered in her ear, "Because you are not just lovely and pretty. You are sexy as hell!"

She leaned her head on my chest and murmured, "What are you trying to say?..."

"Exactly!"

"Honey, every lady would cut her right hand to be with you. Why me?"

"Woman, you don't listen. I always loved you as a stepmother and a wonderful person. But lately, I have noticed how great you look. You started appearing in my wet dreams."

"Burt, I am your father's wife..."

"Yes, the neglected wife who remains alone 6 months of the year."

"Is this a hint?"

"Don't you feel he deserts you too often?"

"His job description dictates that he spends a lot of time on the road."

"You may be right, but don't you feel lonely at times? And what about your... physical needs?"

"When I am alone, I read a lot and watch TV. Since he started being absent for longer periods, I learned to repress my libido, and when I feel the itch, I have a buddy in my drawer to relieve my need."

"Is it satisfying?"

"Partially. Darling, you are young and naïve. When you get older, you'll find out certain compromises are mandatory for peace of mind."

"Olga, your logic is perfect. Are you trying to convince me or yourself?"

"Both..."

"Look at me."

"No..."

I lifted her chin gently. She had tears in her eyes.

"Olga, may I kiss you, please?"

"Please don't..."

"PLEASE..."

She didn't answer.

I bent down, and my lips barely touched her full lips.

I murmured, "Olga, you taste very sweet."

Mom didn't respond. She opened her eyes and glanced at me pleadingly. Her lips pouted.

I kissed her again, patiently parting her lips and probing her hot mouth. Her pulse shot up. My prick was again fully erect and ached to be free.

I hugged her tighter, letting her feel my raging member against her abdomen. She gasped and clutched at me harder.

I took one of her hands and placed it on my covered cock.

Olga's respiration became shallow, and she mumbled, "Honey, you are crazy. What you make your mother do..." However, her palm caressed my organ gently.

My large hand cupped her covered breast, and I whispered, "Mommy, you have no idea how much I want you right now!"

"I think I know. Your dick is massive and as stiff as a rock. Don't you care at all your intention is to commit the ultimate sin, an incest?"

"When I first realized my love for you was becoming more intimate, I felt some guilt, but no more. I simply love ALL OF YOU too much. Olga, the last thing I want is to hurt you in any way. So, if you tell me to stop, I will..."

Teardrops kept pouring on her cheeks, and she murmured, "Kiss me again..."

I French kissed her, and my fingers peeled her thin top above her breasts. Her breathtaking tits floated in the salty water. The pinkish nipples were hard and tempting.

"Mom, you didn't nurse me when I was a baby. You owe me, and I plan to milk you now." Next, my lips latched to her left nipple, and I began sucking hungrily.

She groaned, and her palm rubbed the front of my Speedo harder. I continued working on her tasty boob while lowering my swimsuit. Her fingers enveloped my shaft, and she sighed, "Honey, you are killing me..."

I disengaged from her delicious tit and blurted, "Mom, let's go home."

She stared at me and begged, "Darling, my body wants the same thing yours want. But let's think it over. If we cross the line, there is no way back."

"Olga, the more I feel you, the more I wish to have you. I'll stop what I was doing ONLY if you tell me to stop."

She remained quiet as her tiny palm bobbed my giant cock more vigorously.

I said, "If you continue doing it, I'll have sex with you right here, in the water. Won't it be more comfortable to have our first loving encounter on a bed?"

She whispered, "I hate you... Let's go."

I helped her reposition her top and, with great effort, raised my Speedo to contain my engorged pecker. Olga's face was red. I guessed it was a combined effect of the sun, blushing, and crying. Unlike her, I felt wonderful, impatiently anticipating the inevitable encounter at home.

...

While driving home, Olga looked down and was quiet. From the corner of my eye, I looked at her a few times. I understood her anguish. She had never cheated on Dad, and doing it now, with his son no less, was an awful burden to carry. I, on the other hand, saw it differently. If a person leaves his beautiful wife for ANY reason for too long, it's neglectful and cruel. I was attracted to her, which didn't have to be handled the way I did, but I was too selfish to try to suppress it. My excuse was that Olga showed all the signs she wished me to proceed despite her brain fighting it.

After I parked the car in our garage, Olga rushed inside and into the bathroom. I removed my wet Speedo and sat on the sofa with only my shorts on. She came out blushing, wearing a long robe. I pointed to the sofa by my side. She obeyed without talking.

I turned her face to me and brought her to my lips. Olga did not resist. My penis expanded quickly in my shorts, creating a noticeable tent.

I grabbed Olga's hand and put it on my erect cock. She gasped. Her small palm began trailing my fast stiffening organ. I let her do it for a minute or so and then lifted the waistband, placing her hand on my tumescent member. She moaned.

Subsequently, I stood up, pulling her with me on her trembling legs. As her fingers continued playing with my erection, I untied her belt, watching her terrific tits swaying mildly before my eyes. Her face was raised, eyes shut, and her hand continued the steady bobbing of my huge tool. She seemed to be in a trance.

Next, I lowered my shorts, and they landed on the rug. I kissed Olga tenderly one more time and whispered in her ear, "Mommy, I love to kiss your red lips, but I'd love even more to feel them around my cock."

She opened her eyes, stared into mine for a long moment, and then slowly knelt before me. She grasped my tool with both hands and kissed the top. Then she opened her mouth wide and took the spongy head in. She milked it lightly, and it jolted. Olga held the base and gradually began to pull it into her oral cavity. She managed to take inside about half the length before gagging.

I bent down and squeezed her nipples slightly. She started whimpering on my member, vibrating my rod. I felt my climax was pending, and mumbled, "Mom, your blow job is out of this world. Now be nice and swallow my seed like a good girl."

She accelerated the bobbing and soon after I began flooding her mouth with a large amount of slimy spunk. To my surprise, she didn't try to retract her mouth, and was able to swallow everything without spilling a drop. Olga waited until I finished and then cleaned my shriveling cock with her tongue.

When she was done, she smirked, "Is the big bad wolf happy after abusing his mother orally?"

I smiled, "Mother, you were fantastic. But now it's your turn to enjoy. Anything you choose goes."

She gazed at me shyly, "I am very horny. Do whatever you wish, but take it easy. I've never had such a monster in my pussy before..." Then she removed her robe completely and placed it on a nearby chair.

I ogled her magnificent figure and felt my member begin to climb again. She watched it grow before her eyes and murmured, "It's so big and powerful. I am both aroused and scared..."

I lifted her and placed her on the bed, gently parting her legs. I crawled between them and licked her lower tummy. She shivered. I continued south, meeting her blonde landing strip. I smelled her sex. She was definitely aroused. The odor was musky and tempting. I licked her moist labia gingerly.

She squirmed, "Honey, please, take me now."

I had no intention of stopping my oral job. Yes, my dick was steely-hard, but after cumming the first time, I was in no rush and wanted Olga to enjoy her oral, too. I lapped her clitty gently, and she began whining. I inserted 2 fingers into her opening and massaged the front wall. Without warning, her body convulsed, and her orgasm began. Her torso shook wildly from side to side, and she blurted barely understood words, "Whaat?... It's soo gooood. My GOD! I caan't..."

My right fingers rubbed her G spot harder, and my tongue pressed hard on her sensitive clitoris as my left hand pinched her stiff nipple. Her body twisted vigorously, and she was screaming her heart out. I continued for about 10 minutes before slowing down and moving by her side. I caressed tenderly her sweaty skin, watching her heaving chest and monitoring her slowly decreasing heart rate.

After several minutes, she opened her eyes, grinned at me, and murmured, "At one point, I wasn't sure if your intention was to pleasure me or kill me, but whatever it was, I was ready to accept it with love. It was by far the best sex I ever experienced."

I chortled, "Mom, it wasn't sex. It was an appetizer. I loved eating you. The main course is about to start soon. I am just letting you rest for a while."

She smiled, "You really want me dead today..."

"Actually, I want you alive and charged. Your fantastic body seems to respond perfectly to everything I do. I think I found my optimal partner."

"Do you really find sex with me more pleasing than with all your groupies?"

"So far, the 2 oral acts were as good as expected and more. But next, I have the urge to conquer your other opening - The one I didn't come from but wish I did..."

She giggled, "Is it your fantasy to be a motherfucker?"

"Sorry to admit it, but the answer is YES!"

"Well, honey, show me your prowess."

I French kissed Olga, watching her eyes roll in her head. My hand tweaked her perky tit. Her breathing accelerated. I moved to kiss the side of her neck. Olga quivered. Next, I moved between her knees, mounted her legs on my shoulders, and gradually invaded her exposed cunt. Damn, it was tight! Without the abundant juices, I doubted I could advance. As I penetrated her narrow pussy, her torso was shaking. Eventually, I reached deep into her distal crevices. I paused momentarily, waiting for her vagina to widen further before starting to pound her snatch. The more I increased my pace, the stronger her shaking became. And then she began convulsing erratically, again mumbling unintelligible sentences. She was crying and trembling in an uncontrolled fashion. My big cock impaled her to the bed, and my large palms kneaded her breasts forcefully.

I loved watching her face grimace and her glorious tits attempting to get free and bounce unrestricted on her chest. My climax was building up gradually. I intensified my strokes and whispered in her ear, "Darling mother, I love to fuck you! It is so pleasant; I am going to cum in you shortly."