All the Characters in this story are 18 years and older.
My drunken Stepmom, Mandy was cleaning up in the kitchen after my birthday party while dad and I were outside picking up the trash around the pool. Dad was rather silent and I didn't know if he was mad at me because my friends had gotten a little rowdy but that was to be expected from teenagers. Some things had gotten broken and maybe one of the chaise lounges had been tossed into the pool. But all in all the house was still standing.
"I'm sorry about the lounge dad. I'll buy you a new one." I said.
He clapped me on the back, "You don't have to do that son. And I'm not mad, okay."
"Okay? Then what's going on? You seem like something is bothering you."
He sat down at the patio table and pointed to the chair across from him and I sat down.
"You're a man now and you'll be going away to college this fall."
I nodded, "Yes."
"I have a surprise planned for you tonight. I'm gonna get you laid just like my old man did for me on my eighteenth birthday."
"Hell yeah! Where is she?" I laughed.
Dad nodded toward the kitchen window where we could see Mandy dancing and sweeping the floor.
I looked at my dad and waited for the punch line.
"I'm serious, Chad. I'm giving you a shot at her."
"But dad, that's my Mom."
Dad laughed, "Ah don't give me that shit son. You've never considered her your mother. Shit I see how you look at Mandy. At times you look at her like you want to ripe her clothes off and fuck her brains out." Dad bumped my arm, "Now's your chance." he winked.
I couldn't help but look at him dumbfounded. At that moment the kitchen light turned off and Mandy stuck her head out the patio door. She has to lean against the door to keep from falling, "I'm going to bed, Jerry. Tell Chad his leftover birthday cake is in the fridge."
"I'm right here, Mom." I laughed.
She started giggling and she put a hand to her forehead, "Oh so there you are. You've gotten so big that I didn't recognize your shadow, darling. Sorry." She giggled and turned and disappeared into the house.
I looked at Dad and laughed, "She's fucked up."
Dad nodded, "I know. Now come on!" He stood up and so did I. And I followed him into the house.
"Dad I don't know about this. What if she, says no. It'll be embarrassing."
"You go sit down in the living room and let your old man handle this." He smiled and walked down the hall to the master bedroom. He opened the door and walked in and closed it behind him.
I shrugged and sat down on the couch. I was so nervous yet I wanted this so bad. And Dad was right I was a man now and getting a piece of pussy was my right of passage. But fucking my stepmom? Dad was wrong in one aspect I did look at Mandy as a mother. He married Mandy when I was seven years old and she has been the maternal figure in my life. And yes I can say I've fucked her countless times in my mind. I can't help it she's still a very beautiful woman at forty-one.
She has long flowing blond hair, big tits and a firm yet slightly wide ass. She was of MILF quality and then some! My cock was getting hard just thinking about actually getting it in her. I've never considered the possibility of fucking an older woman, though a lot of my friends have.
The bedroom door opened and Mom walked out, well stumbled out was more like it. She was dressed in a black lacy body suit, with matching garters and stockings. Dad was behind her with his hand on her shoulder guiding her forward and looked as if he was holding a leash? The closer they came I could see the collar. Holy Shit! Mom was collared and dad was holding the leash! WTF!
Dad led Mom into the living room. "Sit down beside, Chad!" he ordered in a calm and direct voice. Then he smacked her ass hard with his hand.
Mom yelped and quickly sat down beside me.
"Closer!" he snapped.
Mom slid over against me and she crossed her legs and tried to relax. I could see she was nervous.
"Hold your hand out, boy!" dad said.
I extended my hand and he laid the leash in it and he closed my hand around it. "She's yours, son." he said.
And then he smiled and he looked at, Mandy. "Right?"
Mandy quickly nodded, "Yes, Jerry."
Dad began walking to the front door.
"Where are you going, Dad?"
Dad started laughing, "I'm going to the bar, son. I'm sure you can handle things here So give me a call when you're done." and with that he opened the door and he was outta here.
Shit!
I looked at Mom and she has this placid yet drunk look on her face, "Look sweetie your Dad told me I had to do this."
I just smiled and reached up and pushed a lock of blond hair from around her eyes, "So you don't want to do it, huh?"
She looked at me and shook her head, "No, Honey." I could see the tears in her eyes and I knew she was sincere.
"Well you're going to." I smiled. Her tears weren't going to deny me a taste of Mother's pussy. In fact her reluctance excited me even more. And her down trodden expression made her look even sexier. "Stand up and let me look at you, Mom."
"Chad? Baby please."
"I'm not a fucking anymore, Mom. So stand UP!" I snapped.