Queen Bitch

Literotic asexstories – Queen Bitch by Paugran,

It was the worst summer of my life. Of course, I’d already thought it would be the worst summer ever. But for different reasons. It had been the big game. The final game of the season. The final seconds. I was the start quarterback, reaching out to make the winning pass of the game.

If only I’d looked to my left. With a crunch I got sent to the floor, and the next thing I knew both of my arms had been snapped. Like twigs. The last thing I saw before passing out was the celebrations of the other team. I woke up in the hospital a few hours later, and it was all downhill from there. The next few weeks passed slowly. Painfully slowly. They put me in two full casts. The plan was to keep them on for a couple of months. Till then, no sport, no gym, and no jerking off. Worse, I couldn’t even fuck any of the girls. Who’d want to be with a cripple? I was a horny twenty-year old with no way to relieve myself. So I was stuck in the house, confined to my bed, with no way to get rid of my frustration. It sucked. I could only take one.

That, really, was the start of all my troubles. It was a warm afternoon as we were having lunch, like a family, my stepmom, sweet as ever, was trying to feed me lunch. Thanks to the fucking casts, I couldn’t even feed myself. It was pathetic.

Only today I wasn’t having it.

“Thanks Mom. Keep treating me like a fucking child.” I said sarcastically, trying to be as cruel as possible. If I had to suffer, everyone else might as well too.

“Jack…” dad looked round, frowning.

“Fuck off dad.” I said, interrupting him, trying to be as obnoxious as possible. “You all treat me like some fucking charity case. Let’s face it, if it weren’t for me, this family would be a bunch of nobodies!”

“That’s enough, Jack!” dad slammed his fist down on the table. “You’re intolerable these days. Go to your room! I don’t want to hear from you until dinner!”

“Don’t worry about that, old man.” I snorted, standing up and stomping away, going back up to my room, fully expecting him to come knocking to apologise. It was a tough time. And he did come knocking. Or, at least, someone did.

“Go away, dad.” I said, not looking up from the screen.

“It’s me.” came a gentle voice from the door.

I looked up to see my stepmom, dressed in a red top and a short, brown skirt. My stepmom, Madelyne. The most gorgeous person anyone could ever lay eyes on. How the fuck had Dad bagged her? She was average height, if a little tall, with brown, curly hair. Her body was like an hourglass, and that skirt which clung to her hips for dear life only enhanced it. She had large, round eyes. I’d never paid attention to the colour of someone’s eyes, but I immediately knew that hers were green. You couldn’t miss it. She had soft hands and lips. She was perfect. She was a walking wet dream, as many of my friends had pointed out each time they’d visited, and she’d been the subject of many of my own wet dreams.

“What do you want, Mom?” I asked, frustrated, throwing my phone to the side so she wouldn’t know what I’d been looking at.

“I just want to help you, dear.” she said, stepping forward till she was at the foot of the bed. “Your dad thinks that, ever since the injury, you’ve gotten rude and bitter. But I know that’s not true. You’re just too tense.”

I nodded, my cheeks burning at the thought. She was right goddammit. I had no way to relieve my stress. No way to feel better. And I was taking it out on everyone around me.

Mom bent down by the bed, putting one hand on my chest to calm me down.

“You’re wound up, aren’t you?” she said, and I nodded slightly, my eyes on her delicate hand, which was slowly travelling down from my chest to my dick.

“Having to stay at home, unable to play, unable to satisfy your urges.” She leaned in, whispering in my ear.

“Unable to masturbate.”

I felt a shiver crawl down my spine as she spoke.

“What…” I murmured weakly, “what are you suggesting?”

“Maybe,” her voice fell to a whisper, “I could help you take care of that. It would be healthy for everyone. The family stops arguing, and you… you get some much needed release.”

I felt my cock swell as she said the last word, her lips so close to my ear I could feel her breath on my skin.

“Would you like that?” she asked, her full red lips twisted into a slight smirk.

“Yes.” I nodded, my voice barely coming through.

“Yes *please*.”

“Yes please.”

Her hand drifted closer and closer to my dick, the tent in my pants swiftly growing as she reached down towards it…

And then she stopped. Abruptly, she raised her hand from my body, wagging her finger.

I bucked my hips in protest, only for her to push them down firmly, her hand so close, and yet still so far, from my dick.

“Then tonight I’ll take care of you. We’ll do it before dinner, so that you behave in front of your father and brother.”

My throat was dry. I could only croak, both of my arms still in their casts. My stepmom had just suggested the unthinkable. And it had made me harder than anything had before. She stepped back.

“I’ll see you at dinner.”

And with that she turned away, and all I could do was watch her round ass bounce with ever step she took. It escaped me. The word came involuntarily I was so desperate.

“Mommy?” I croaked out. But she was already gone.

Thank fuck. If she’d heard it I don’t know what would have happened. That little bit of attention from her and I’d already lost all self respect. Jesus. What had happened? A little bit of attention and I’d lost all control. Dammit. I couldn’t let myself down like this. But I was so horny. So desperate for some care and stimulation.

The next few hours passed painfully slowly. I tried everything to distract myself. Reading, watching a movie. I even looked at some more porn. But nothing could take my mind off it. All I could think about was my stepmom’s touch. But she took her sweet time. So much so that by the time she did come I’d given up all hope.

The knock on the door began to stir my dick immediately.

“Mom?” I raised my head, ears pricked, the excitement seizing control of me.

“I’m here.” she stepped into view, only now she’d changed. She was still dressed conservatively, of course, but now she was showing a much more generous amount of cleavage. Now her skirt looked painted on, and her tights had vanished. It was like she was trying to show as much as possible while still maintaining an air of deniability.

“Are you ready?” she asked, standing at the foot of the bed, watching me.

“Here?” I asked.

My stepmom made a face as if she were disgusted. “Not a chance. Your room smells. How long has it been since you had a bath and opened the windows?”

It had been five days. I couldn’t shower because of the casts, so taking a bath was the only way to clean myself, but it was long and tedious and I’d had no motivation to do so. So i’d sat in my room, sweating, refusing to open any windows or let in any light.

“Either way,” Mom continued, “you stink.”

“I’m sorry.” I heard myself apologising involuntarily. It escaped me before I even knew it. I was so desperate. I felt like any wrong move could ruin my chances. And then I’d be stuck here, frustrated, unable to touch myself. It would be hell.

“Whatever.” she shook her head, disappointed. “There’s no time, we’ll have to satisfy you even in this disgusting state. I’ll bathe you tomorrow.”

My cock perked up at that immediately, despite my best efforts to hide it. At that, she raised an eyebrow, acutely aware of her effect on me. But not another word was spoken as she got up.

“Well, then.” she said, walking to the door. “Let’s get going.”

She snapped her fingers, and like a good dog I followed, bobbing after her, the tent in my pyjamas rapidly growing as we entered the bedroom. My stepmom walked to the bed first, gesturing for me to follow, and follow I did. I’d left my embarrassment in my room. All I felt right now was lust. I could hardly contain myself. How long had it been since I’d last cum? A few weeks? A month?

I lay down in front of her as she watched me, spreading my legs open, making myself completely vulnerable to her. I was in Mom’s hands now.

“Well, first,” she said, sitting down by the foot of the bed, “we need to fully relax you.”

I watched, anxious as hell, as she swiftly grabbed my pyjama bottoms and pulled them down, tossing them off the bed without a second thought.

Mom shook her head again.

“Those socks will have to go too.”

She reached for my left foot and gently pulled my sock off, completely unbothered. It was a weirdly loving motion, one which she repeated with my other sock. Then, looking me straight in the eye, she began to massage my legs. It was a heavenly experience. I’d never received such care in my life. All I could do was relax and enjoy. Mom was in control. I could only enjoy the sensation.

Her hands began to work as I felt a shiver travel down my spine. She sure knew what she was doing. She moved up to my calves, massaging them gently, rubbing the sleep out of my joints and muscles. Then my thighs, rubbing them with each hand. I saw her grab a little bottle of baby oil, rub it in her hands, and proceeded to tenderise my thighs. I felt worshipped. It was heavenly. It was almost orgasmic, and she hadn’t even touched my cock yet.

Once more, she moved down to my feet, grasping them and pulling them apart, till I was spread open, my legs in a v-shape, with a direct route from where she was sat on the bed to my stiff dick. I felt so vulnerable, giving her this much access to the most private parts of my body.

It was then that mom noticed my dick. 8 inches long nearly, and thick, very thick. She stared at it for a moment in awe.

“My,” she said breathily, “what a marvellous instrument you’ve got, Jack.”

I grinned cockily. “Thanks, mom.”

Then she did something strange. She gave me a look that wiped my smile away immediately. It was a glare, but stronger. An icy stare that immediately made me shiver. I felt like a boy, not a man, getting scolded for being naughty. I could feel all my insecurities bubble to the surface in that stare, as if I wasn’t a D1 athlete, but instead just a naughty punk.