I guess I was just over 16 when mom remarried. Jeff, her new husband, was considerably younger than mom, probably no more than 33, and quite handsome, so I didn't really resent having him around. For the first 12 months everything was fine, and the only time voices were raised was late at night when they were in their bedroom. Mom was very vocal when they were making love, and that used to annoy me at times when I was trying to get to sleep, but other times it used to excite me and I'd lie in my bed imagining it was me making love, and play with my pussy, Mmmmm they were real nice nights! Although I had a few boyfriends over that time, it was mostly kiss and fondle stuff, and I'd only had real sex the one time, on my 16th birthday with a guy a couple of years older. All he cared about was shooting his load, so it was quick and a little disappointing, not at all as I'd imagined it from hearing mom and Jeff go at it.
Then in the second 12 months things began to change, the loud voices moved from the bedroom to the lounge or anywhere else in the house as mom and Jeff started to quarrel a lot. It quickly became clear that mom was going the same way with Jeff as she had with my dad, she was starting to play around with other men, and that made me a little sad, so I did my best to keep out of their way as much as I could. But all that changed one night shortly after my 18th birthday, changed for me, changed for Jeff, changed for all of us really.
Mom and Jeff had decided to go to a party and had indicated that they wouldn't be back until the early hours of the morning, so I thought that was a perfect opportunity to have my latest boyfriend over for the evening. We hadn't had much of an opportunity to really get it on together with no one else around and the lounge room or the bedroom sure beat the back seat of a car. So I invited Johnny over and we quickly moved from idle chatter to some heavy petting, and when Johnny said how much he'd always wanted to see me completely naked, I was only too willing to oblige. I was really hot and horny by this stage, so I put on some loud music and did what I considered a slow sensual strip tease for him, and it certainly had the desired effect because by the time the last piece of clothing had fluttered to the floor and I was standing before him completely naked, his jeans and pants were around his ankles and his cock was jutting ramrod straight up into the air, with him stroking it slowly.
I have to admit I felt a momentary disappointment that he hadn't undressed completely, and that was only strengthened when he hoarsely cried out, "Yeah, baby, come and suck my cock, give me those hot lips of yours"
Much as I actually loved sucking cock, I had been hoping for something a little more, something that would make me feel wanted and important too, but I had turned myself on doing the strip, so needed some action, any action, so I dropped to my knees in front of him and began to lick and suck his generously sized tool.
I'd been doing that for a few moments, to the accompaniment of Johnny's loud moans and groans and verbal encouragement, when I thought I detected a movement out of the corner of my eye. I adjusted my position slightly so I had a better view, and almost choked on Johnny's cock as I saw my stepfather, Jeff, standing in the hallway looking in at us. I guess with the loud music and my concentration on Johnny I hadn't heard the car drive up, god, was mom with him? Had I better stop?
Johnny, totally unaware of Jeff's presence was urging me on, calling me to suck him harder, and I found myself doing that, but all the time staring at Jeff. He made no move to enter, to stop what was happening or tell me off, and after a few moments it was clear that mom wasn't with him, and then I nearly choked again. Although the light in the hallway wasn't great, it was light enough for me to see the movement of his hand when he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his rock hard cock and began to masturbate. God, this was crazy, I was totally naked, I was sucking Johnny off, and my stepfather was not only watching, but getting off on it, actually jerking himself off, and both of us were totally aware of each other's presence. Mmmmmm, a shiver ran through me, and the shock turned to a tingling excitement, watching Jeff watching me was actually turning me on more that sucking Johnny's cock was!
I'd never been a particularly vocal person when I was playing with Johnny's cock, but now I began to talk, and talk loudly and clearly, "Mmmm, what a beautiful big hard cock, so long and thick. Love to suck it, love to feel it in my mouth, sliding down my throat, filling me up, Love to feel it expand and explode when you cum, shooting your hot juices down my throat"
My words were really driving Johnny wild and he was close to cumming, but they were also having the same effect on Jeff, because although I was working on Johnny's cock and could have been referring to that, I was also looking directly at Jeff and I'm sure he thought I was referring to the cock being pumped by his hand. Hell, even I didn't know which one I was talking about, all I knew was it was exciting me like never before. Then I felt Johnny's cock start to swell and I knew he was going to explode, so I dipped my head down and took him as deeply into my throat as I could before his cum shot wildly into my mouth, and for the next little while I was busy sucking and lapping up Johnny's copious juices, and thoroughly enjoying it.
When I finally lifted my head again, Jeff was gone, and I thought I heard the faint sound of the car starting up and moving away, guess he'd gone back to the party, mmmm, I wonder if he'd cum? I wonder if he'd shot his load watching me? Guess I'll never know. I did finally manage to get Johnny to think of me as well as himself and fill my hot and horny pussy with his delightful cock, but it was as unfulfilling as all the other times with other boys had been, I was beginning to think I'd never get to cum the way mom seemed to when Jeff was fucking her, maybe there was something wrong with me.
Over the next few days there was a slight awkwardness between Jeff and I, we both pretended we didn't know what had happened that night and kept out of each other's way, but I couldn't help noticing that he looked at me a little differently now, looked at me like he'd looked at mom in the very early days, with a sort of hot smoldering look. It made me feel a little uncomfortable, but also a little excited too.
Then came Friday night and Mom was again off to a party, but this time Jeff decided that he wasn't interested in going, so he sat himself down in front of the TV, while I waited for Johnny to call. When the call came, it was all bad news, Johnny had decided to go off camping with some mates, so wouldn't be coming over tonight. The air blistered with my response as it was now too late to make any alternative arrangements, and when I hung up the phone I flounced into the lounge room and flopped into the chair.
Jeff looked over at me and grinned "Sounds like the boyfriend's let you down" he said
"Yeah, again" I replied vehemently
"Oh, does he often fail to turn up?" he asked
"Nah, just fails, period!" I snapped.
His grin widened, "That's not the way it looked the other night" he said, and my head jerked up, here it was, right out in the open at last.
"Do you always go round perving on people?" I snapped
He shrugged, "It wasn't intentional, I guess you just didn't hear me drive up" he said.
"You could have walked away as soon as you realized what was happening" I almost snarled, not quite sure why I was getting so worked up.
He shrugged, "I guess I could have, but it's a long time since I've seen a body as beautiful as yours, and I don't mind admitting it turned me on - then he grinned widely - and what you were doing was quite a turn on too! Just stood there wishing it was me" He said.
I gulped, feeling the heat rushing to my face, enjoying the compliments he was paying me, but feeling somehow that I should protest them.
"I hope your boyfriend paid you back in full for all that beautiful attention you lavished on him" he said, a quirky grin on his face.
"What do you mean?" I spluttered.
He looked a little surprised, "I mean, I hope he gave your beautiful body the same attention and made you cum too" he said.
I gasped and colored again, "Well he did his best, I guess" I stammered.
His eyes widened, "You mean he didn't make you cum?"
"Hah, he wouldn't even suck my pussy" I said a little angrily, "Anyway, no one has ever made me cum yet"
He looked quite stunned, "A woman as beautiful as you, never cum? That's almost criminal" he said quite forcefully, "And as for not sucking your pussy, he must be crazy!"
"Or selfish, like all men" I snapped
"Not all men" he said.
"Hah, all the men I know" I said.
"Oh dear, that's a challenge I just can't turn away from" he said, "after all, I'm one of the men you know", and he raised up from the couch and walked over to the chair I was sitting on and dropped to his knees and placed his hands on my knees.