A Stepmom's Story

Paul had never known his real mother, she had left his father Jack soon after Paul’s birth, never to be seen or heard of again. It had been tough, but Paul’s grandparents had rallied around, & somehow they had managed. Then, when Paul was 5-years old, his father had met & married Stacey – a bright, beautiful 25-year old, & they had been a happy family ever since.

Over the years Paul & Stacey had developed a normal mother-son relationship, to the point where he couldn’t imagine anybody else fulfilling that role. Stacey was more conscious of the void within the family & did her best to fill it with extra love & attention, for both father & son.

The years passed, & Stacey & Paul’s bond deepened, especially as his father spent a lot of time travelling for business. She happily became a soccer mom, ferrying Paul & his friends around, at first just to each others houses, but as they got older, to the mall or concerts. Jack worked hard, climbing steadily higher within the company. Money became less & less of a problem, & life was good.

One Saturday morning, Stacey was awoken by the sunlight streaming through her window. She was alone, Jack away until Tuesday, & as she often did while he was on business, had slept in. Throwing back the covers, she climbed out of bed & walked across the room. Standing naked in front of the full-length mirror, she ran a critical eye over her body.

‘Not bad,’ she mused, ‘not bad at all for a 38-year old.’

Although not tall at 5’1,” Stacey had slender legs, narrow hips & a flat stomach that accentuated her large 38DD breasts. She turned to admire her firm butt, pleased to see that all the time spent in the gym was paying dividend. Pulling a long t-shirt over her head, she padded along the hallway in bare feet to wake Paul.

She went into his room, & as ever, marvelled at the fact that despite the sun shining through the windows, her stepson remained sound asleep.

‘Come on lazy bones, get up!’ she cried. ‘I’ve got things to do, & that includes cleaning your room, without you in it. Now get up!’

She pulled back the duvet, & turned to throw open the window. Paul groaned loudly, & rolled over, facing the wall. ‘ Just 10 more minutes,’ she heard him say from under the pillow. She smiled, & let her eyes trace his 6-foot body. Despite his still tender years he was fit & trim, keen on sports, football in particular. She pulled the pillow away from his head, & put her hands on her hips.

‘Just because your father is away, don’t think you can lay there all day.’ The mock gravity in her voice couldn’t hide the smile that played across her lips. He knew damn well that Jack wouldn’t care if he stayed in bed, but they both played along with the little charade.

‘Ok! ok,’ he said. ‘ Don’t have a cow man.’

Stacey threw the pillow at him & said, ‘come on. Shower. Breakfast. Chores.’

Paul rolled back over & groaned again, but swung his long legs off the bed & stood up, stretching. The room wasn’t large, & as he stood in front of her, Stacey was immediately conscious of Paul’s morning hard-on. The difference in height, & their proximity meant his prick was pointing directly at her large breasts; covered only by his boxers. Paul seemed oblivious to this, but as he arched his back & yawned, the action caused his prick to slip through the front of his shorts.

‘Hey! Careful with that thing’ cried Stacey, ‘you could have somebody’s eye out.’

Paul looked down & blushed, quickly grabbing his prick, & stuffing it back in his shorts while mumbling an apology. Stacey looked up at her stepson’s reddening face, & raised her eyebrows. ‘Um, perhaps you should take care of that before breakfast. What do you think?’

She turned to leave the room, but looked back teasingly from the door. ‘After all, it could go off unintentionally.’

Paul threw the pillow at her but she dodged it easily, & ran down to start breakfast. As she poured the orange juice, she smiled to herself again. They had always been casual about nudity around the house, & while not flaunting it, Stacey & Paul had seen each other in various states of undress on many occasions; even so, it had been a while since she had seen his ‘bits’ at close range. This morning’s boner had stuck out a good 9-inches, & boasted a purple head the size of a small apple, much larger equipment than his father.

Paul came down 5-minutes later, still unwashed, but wearing a pair of baggy shorts & a sweatshirt. Stacey frowned as she gave him his toast & said, ‘ I thought you were getting in the shower?’ Paul shook his head & mumbled something about working on his bike first, so Stacey just shrugged. ‘Well if your not getting in the shower then I will.’

She went back upstairs, & throwing her shirt on the floor, stepped into the large double shower. She let the water massage her skin, & as she ran her hands through her hair & down her sides, she couldn’t help thinking back to this morning’s encounter. Unwittingly her nipples came erect, & as the water poured down her body, she caressed her heavy breasts, tweaking the nipples until they stood out even further. She lowered one hand to cup her pussy, & felt the heat that was building there. Her breath became uneven as she increased the pressure on her pubic mound, the heel of her hand pushing against her as yet hidden clit. Visions of Paul’s large cock kept flashing into her mind as she leaned against the back wall, one finger now finding its way into her hot canal, the other hand caressing her face & neck. She took two fingers into her mouth & sucked on them, all the time envisaging Paul’s large helmet. Her orgasm was building, & she spread her legs to allow easier entry for more fingers, opening her sex lips & exposing her blood- engorged clit. She took her saliva coated fingers from her mouth, & pinched the hardening nexus of nerves, milking it until it stood out almost as far as her large nipples.

Just then the door opened, & Paul came striding in. Stacey quickly stood upright, & turned to face the wall, her heart beating like a trip hammer.

‘I just remembered,’ he said, ‘I have to be at Steve’s house this lunchtime for practice.’

Stacey was still trying to calm herself, but looking over her shoulder, she couldn’t help noticing that Paul was trying hard not to stare at her ass through the glass.

‘Ok,’ she said, still turned away from him. ‘What’s the problem?’

‘I need the shower, that’s the problem.’

‘Well whose fault is that?’ she said, again noticing how Paul looked straight ahead, while his eyes slid to the side to catch a glimpse of her through the steam. Stacey’s mind was still buzzing from her exploits, & she could only think it was the aftermath of her masturbation that made her say, ‘you can share, if you want…?’

She held her breath, hardly able to believe what she had just offered; they hadn’t shared bath-time for years. Stacey saw Paul’s eyes widen, then he swallowed & said, ‘ what, in the shower? With you? Now?’

Stacey tried to lighten the situation, but her voice sounded strange, deeper, & more sexual. ‘Frightened I might actually use the soap on you?’ Paul laughed, breaking the tension, then shrugged, ‘Ok, whatever. Just don’t hog all the room.’ He slipped his clothes off, pulled back the door, & stepped in.

Although the shower was big, Stacey now realised that contact between them was inevitable; she quickly turned her back & passed the shampoo back over her shoulder. ‘Here, you wash my hair then I’ll do yours, & no peeking.’ Paul laughed again, but Stacey could tell there was a certain nervousness about the sound. She closed her eyes as Paul squirted the liquid on her hair, then began to relax as he built up a lather while massaging her scalp. His fingers felt strong, & she felt herself drifting as the pleasant sensations made her drowsy.

‘Better rinse now,’ said Paul, rousing Stacey from her daydreaming, his voice husky & chocked. Stacey backed into the water, leaning her head back & running her fingers through her hair. ‘Is it all out,’ she asked? Paul said nothing, but she felt his hands on her hair again, squeezing out the moisture & soap. Stacey realised that with his height & her arched back, he must have a perfect view of her breasts. Almost unwittingly she pulled her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts out further, keeping her eyes tightly closed, she imagined Paul ravishing her body with his hungry gaze.

Finally she reached back for the shampoo, saying, ‘your turn.’

They both turned, & Stacey could see the muscles in Paul’s back ripple as he tensed, waiting for her touch. She filled her palm with shampoo, & reached up to rub it on his short blond hair. Immediately she realised that because of his height, to do so meant she would have to lean against him, & as her hard nipples grazed his back, she heard him take in a sharp breath. As she lathered his hair, her heavy breasts brushed back & forth across his skin, bringing them back to a fully aroused state, & sending sparks through her body that seemed to finish in her groin.

This continued for several minutes, the jolts of horny electricity now a constant connection from her nipples to her pussy. Realising that it had gone on for so long, it must now seem odd, she stepped back, took a breath to try & steady her voice, & said, ‘ok you can rinse now.’

Paul stepped under the water, & let the soap run out, ensuring the whole time that his back was turned. ‘Is it all gone?’ He asked. Stacey tried to squeeze the last of the suds out, but again Paul’s height was a problem. ‘I can’t reach’ she said in a low voice. ‘Not unless you bend down.’ Both of them knew what that meant, & for a moment they held their breaths. Slowly Paul turned, His head bowed, eyes closed.

Stacey let her eyes travel down Paul’s smooth chest, coming to rest on the enormous hard on that she had guessed he would be sporting. She studied it for a few seconds, marvelling at its perfection; it was longer than she had thought & must have been 10-inches in length, the thick veins that curled around the sides, pulsing with blood, the tennis ball sized helmet almost purple. Slowly she moved closer to Paul, & placed her hands on his lowered head, stroking the soap away. His hands came slowly up from his sides, resting tentatively on her hips, & they both gasped as their skin touched.