Randy was eighteen, fresh out of school and working a summer job. He came in from work to find his Step-Mother, Heather, sitting in the living room, she always made his heart skip. She was 5'11" red headed and shaped like a pin up girl. Nice tits with hard to conceal nipples and legs that ran the distance from the floor to a perfectly shaped ass. Today at home, she was opting for a summer dress that he was sure had no bra underneath. She patted the sofa beside her. "Come here, I've something to show you." He sat beside her; he could almost feel the heat radiating from her body. She reached for the remote and the 80" screen illuminated. His face went from a smile to sheer panic, there on the screen was himself in her Master Bathroom. He was digging through her clothes hamper. He started to get up, but Heather's hand clamped down on his arm.
"Oh, don't leave Randy, this is just getting good."
Randy sat there red-faced; beads of sweat were starting to form on his scalp. They watched together, speechless, with Heather's firm grasp on his arm. Randy had perused through Heather's dirty panties, pulling each one to his nose and inhaling. He went through several before picking out one black lacy pair and a lacy red pair. Bringing both pairs to his nose and lips, he unbuckled his pants and pushed them down along with his undershorts with his free hand. His cock pointed up to his belly. He felt Heather's grip on his arm tighten. Randy kept the black pair at his nose and wrapped the red pair around his hard cock. He watched himself in the mirror as he pounded his meat until he came in long hard gushes that splattered against the mirror. His knees almost buckled before he caught himself. After he recovered, he wiped his cock clean with the panties and cleaned the mess off the mirror and checked for any tell-tell signs he might have missed. He threw the panties back in the hamper and left the room. Randy was sobbing a bit, red faced and still speechless.
"Well Randy, what do you have to say for yourself?" He could only shake his head and bury his hands in his face. "I thought as much." She rose and pulled him up to his feet. She led him blindly to the Master bedroom. "Strip." was all she said as she went to the closet. She returned from the closet, he was still clothed but fumbling with his shirt buttons, a Razor Strop hung from her fingertips. One medium tap across the front of his thighs. In a sarcastic tone she asked. "Do you need Mommy to help you with that?" In the five years she had been his stepmom she had never spanked him, never seen him naked, now she was about to do both. Her hands went to his shirt and nocked his out of the way. She made quick work of the shirt and then undid his belt and pulled the pants down and bunched them at his feet around his shoes. She looked him in the eye as she grabbed for the waistband of his underwear then knelt in front and pulled them down at a slower pace all the way down his legs before she stood back up. His cock she noticed was limp, long and thick and seemed to be twitching. Before bending him over the bed, she reached under her skirt and without revealing anything to him she pulled her panties off. The same panties he had been sniffing in her bathroom.
"I thought you should have a fresh pair for this."
With that she pushed his face into the mattress right with the crotch of her panties mashed between. He felt her soft hands between his thighs urging his legs wide apart. His cock was now hard slapping against his belly. The first swat landed in a painful "Whaap!" that had his hands flying back.
"None of these will count if you put your hands in the way." Every swat had his hands flying back, she delivered about 15 and his ass was bright red. There were strop marks on the backs of his hands as well, but his face never left her panties. She decided to forgo the Razor Strop and finish him off over her lap with her hand. She pulled her sundress up to where he could almost see heaven and pulled him over her lap. His cock, which had started softening up during the Stropping, Came back to full erection between her knees. She gave him a hand spanking, not really hard but very stingy as she scolded him for going through her dirty panties. Scolded him for masturbating with them. Scolded him for having them on his face. When she finished with Randy, she stood him up and his cock stood proud and at attention inches from her face. She finished with her scolding and asked if he had been having sex. He was embarrassed, crying and rubbing his ass. He shook his head no. Heather pushed him back on the bed, she lifted her sundress and guided him inside her.
"But Mom!"
She put her hand to his mouth. "Not Mom, not now! Heather, just Heather," She came quick but wanted more. Randy was breathing hard. "He came before Heather got her second. Heather was having none of that. She spun and settled down on Randy's face and Then went to work licking, nibbling, and sucking. Bringing life to stepson's cock. He lapped at her pussy, unsure if he was doing it right, a little squeamish about licking his own juices from her hot lips. When Heather got him hard again, she told him to get behind her and to fuck her hard.
"Get back There Randy grab my hips. Fuck me hard. Spank my ass, Randy! Fuck me!"
And fuck her he did, his young massive cock spread his stepmom's pussy, every thrust he slapped her ass. As the thrusts got harder so did the swats. Heather's right cheek was a bright red while the left just had palm prints from squeezing her hip as he drove into her. She thought. I'll have to teach him to spread those spanks around. He collapsed on top of her, his cock buried inside, both of them a hot sweaty mess. She rolled out from under him and held his head against her sweat stained sundress. Shit, they had never taken time for any titty action. He was sobbing softly.
"What's the matter Randy, you didn't enjoy that?"
