Brenda spends some quality alone-time with Tina
[All characters are 18-years or older.]
Slut-Wife Stepmom; Part-4
(Recap from Part-3)
Exhausted, Bryce rolled off of Tina, but pulled her into a side cuddle. "God, that was fucking awesome!" he said after a deep breath. "
You
are fucking awesome!"
She rested her head on his shoulder as she ran her hand across his chest, and said, "So, um, what I said about your father just now didn't gross you out?"
Bryce thought for a moment, then answered, "Well, he's my
step
-dad, so that changes things a little, I guess, but I can see how you'd think he was hot. And when I asked you about two guys, I was actually afraid you might say Jack, so that you said my father was actually a relief."
"
Jack?
Ewe!" she said. "I'm sorry I did it with him once;
that'll
never happen, again!"
"But you
would
screw my dad? I mean, if the opportunity presented itself?" he asked.
Feeling far more comfortable in her new uninhibited-girlfriend role than she would ever have imagined possible, she thought for only a second or two before answering, "Yeah, I think I would ... if, you know, it was okay with you."
"Can I be there to watch?" he asked.
"Just watch?" she replied with a suggestive lilt.
"Not for very long!" he answered and turned his head to give her a kiss.
"So, would you screw Brenda?" Tina asked after the kiss. "I mean, she
is
sexy as hell, and she's not your real mom, either."
Bryce's mind scrambled for a way to reply to her question that wouldn't be some sort of evasive non-answer or a lie that he'd regret later.
In a classic saved-by-the-bell moment, Brenda called out from the kitchen, "Bryce, honey! I'm home. Are you here?"
(Part-4)
"Oh, shit!" Tina said as she hopped off the bed and started scrambling for her clothes.
"Jeez! It's been an hour?" Bryce said looking at his clock, but more in relief than panic. "When I said you were coming over, she said she'd leave us alone for an hour to ... you know, talk things out."
"Really?" Tina said as she pulled on her pants. "My folks would go through the roof if they came home and found us
talking
in my bedroom with the door closed. And they sure wouldn't have left to let us do it!"
"Yeah, I know," he said as he got off the bed and picked up his shorts. "I'm sure glad you didn't get their prude-gene." Again, he sang, "...
I love you just the way you are
."
Dressed, they went into the kitchen and Tina said, "Hi, Mrs. H," as the color came up in her cheeks a little, guessing that Brenda surely knew what they were doing while she was gone.
"Hi, kids," Brenda replied. "Are things okay between you two, now? I hope I gave you enough time to talk things out. I hated that you two had broken up. You seem so good together." To Tina, she added, "And you're such a sweetheart. I told Bryce he was a knucklehead if he didn't try to work things out with you."
"Thank you for that," Bryce replied, "I think we got some things out in the open that both of us had been ... well, maybe repressing, I guess. I think we're going to be okay." He hugged Tina close to his side, and added, "Don't you?"
She gave him a passionate kiss--something she would never do in front of
her
parents--and answered, "Oh, I think we're going to be a lot more than
okay
." Turning to Brenda, she said, "Thank you for giving us some alone-time to sort things out. We discovered some things about each other that we probably never would have talked about if we hadn't broken up in the first place."
Once again, a little color came up in her cheeks as she thought about what those things were. Like talking filthy; taking a hard cock down her throat; taking a finger up her ass and sticking one in Bryce's; sharing her boyfriend's cum--mixed with her own--with him; the idea of being watched by her boyfriend while she fucked another guy. She had to force herself to stop thinking about it all or her pussy was going to get wet, again.
"Well, I'm happy for you, sweetheart," Brenda said with a warm smile. "For both of you. Being open and honest with each other--and with yourselves--is key to a healthy relationship. That's how Mr. H. and I keep our love strong; no secrets, no lies, no regrets." She then gave the two of them each a hug.
Reluctantly, Tina had to leave to go home. She was already out far later than normal, but her parents had given her some leeway because she told them she was going over to try to work things out with Bryce. They really liked Bryce. He was a fine, polite boy whom they knew could be trusted not to lead their daughter astray. And she had told them that Bryce's stepmom would home. They had met Brenda and liked her very much. Brenda could be quite charming and seemed to know instinctively when to keep her
open-minded
side well hidden.
After a long kiss good-night at the door, Bryce came back into the kitchen, and Brenda said, "Well, you've obviously made up over the cheating thing; I'm happy for you. So, did you find out anything about Tina's sexual appetite? Aside from the fact that she apparently can't go two weeks without getting laid. Did you happen to get into
your
sexual appetite? Masturbating to Internet porn; having a spy-cam in your stepdad's bedroom; screwing your stepmom?"
He laughed, and said, "Actually, we had just gotten around to talking about me when you came home. Thank you for the interruption! I didn't want to lie to her, but I really hadn't figured out how I was going to explain all that, either."
Bryce then told her about getting Tina to talk openly--and in detail--about fucking Jack and the throat-poke blowjob that preceded it, and how that nasty narrative had gotten them both aroused. He told Brenda that he said to Tina that he'd liked to have seen it, and how Tina responded with a hot, explicit fantasy of getting fucked by some mystery guy while he watched. He told her about Tina's taking his cock all the way down her throat; taking a finger up her ass while he ate her pussy, and sticking her finger up
his
ass while he blew his load into her mouth. Then, how he had spanked her naked ass--at her own suggestion--and how they had fucked cowgirl and bareback ... first times for both.
Brenda chuckled, and said, "Well, I'd call
that
a successful make-up! And it sounds like my instincts about Tina being a lot like me were correct. Lucky you, if you think you can handle it."
"I think I probably can," he said. "While I was screwing her from behind, I told her I wished I had two cocks so I could fuck her from both ends at once, and she said that slut-girlfriends
needed
two cocks at once. That she called herself my slut-girlfriend was hot as hell!
"I asked her who she wanted the other guy to be, and she surprised the shit out of me by saying my dad! The thought of me fucking her cunt while he was shoving his cock in her mouth pushed me over the edge and I blew my load inside her pussy--which was my
fourth
orgasm of the night, by the way."
She smiled, and asked, "Is that a record for you?"
"Yeah, and it made my balls ache," he answered, "But damn, it felt good! I sucked it out of her pussy and we shared it, right after."
"Your dad's record is six, but we had started in the morning ... and it was our honeymoon," she replied. "But on with what you were saying ..."
"Yeah, so afterward, when we were cuddling," he continued, "she asked if saying that she would like to have sex with my father had grossed me out, and I told her I actually thought it would be hot to watch. She said, '
Just watch?
' and I said, "
Not for long!
' Then she asked if
I'd
like to screw
you
, and that's when you hollered from the kitchen."
Brenda laughed, and said, "Saved by the bell!" She then asked, "So, could you tell from Tina's voice or anything if she was grossed out by the idea of you fucking your stepmother, or turned on by that perverted, taboo thought?"
"Oh, it actually sounded more like she was
promoting
the idea!" he answered. "She pointed out that you weren't my real mom, and said that you were sexy as hell."
"Well, if it's not the conclusion that you've already reached," Brenda said, "I'd have to say from what you've just told me that Tina is a full-fledged, sexaholic, slut-girlfriend; or at least she's willing to be. The question is how are the two of you going to move forward with this unconventional relationship?"
"Yeah, I don't know," he replied. "It's not like I'm going to go tell my buddies that it's okay to screw my girlfriend and then sit there beating off while they do it. That she
is
a sexaholic, as you put it, is one thing; making that public knowledge is another. Cripes! If her parents ever found out she'd be on the street!"
"Oh, there's ways of enjoying the nympho life in private and still being regarded as
normal
by the general public," Brenda said. "Heck, you didn't know I was a nymphomaniac, cock-hungry, slut-wife until you spied on me fucking Dick, and
we
live under the same roof."
"True," he said. "But now that my other head is back to thinking clearly, I have to wonder if all of Tina's professed sluttiness was just a heat-of-the-moment thing, and it's maybe just a fantasy that she's okay sharing with me, but nobody else. Maybe she'll wake up in the morning and be grossed out, herself, at the thought of having sex with my dad."
"She wouldn't be the first monogamous nympho who liked to pretend she was a slut in private, but who never wanted to come out of that closet in reality," Brenda agreed. "And that can be fun, too, by the way, so if that's where her head is, don't push her. But I'll tell you what," she went on, "you invite her over for dinner tomorrow or the next day--before your dad gets home--I'll cook something on the grill, we can eat out on the patio, and maybe swim and just get comfortable. Then I'll see if I can ease the conversation around toward sex, and we'll see where it leads."
***
It didn't take long the following night for the subject of sex to come up, but Brenda was surprised that it was Tina who initiated it.
Bryce was inside pouring beverages, leaving Brenda and Tina alone on the patio while Brenda was grilling the chicken and Tina put together salads.
