("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2011. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Maudlin Stepmother by Thursday (address defunct) *** A seventeen year old is shares illicit pleasures with his stepmother behind his father's back. (F/M-teen, underage, stepmother, cheat, true) *** My father married Vickie when I was 13 years old. Vickie made her living as a psychologist, and over the years it became apparent that she was living proof that people who pursue careers in psychology are often the people who need psychological help the most. Vickie enjoyed drinking wine and was prone to generally drink too much of it, not knowing her limits, and becoming falling down drunk. She was also prone, during her more inebriated moments, to become quite amorous, slipping her tongue into the mouths of unsuspecting male houseguests when kissing them goodbye after a dinner party. Even when sober, Vickie was inclined to sexually inappropriate behavior - - exposing her breasts to me and my sister, making out with my father at the dinner table, disusing sex -- all of which would have been fine, although possibly in bad taste, had the audience not been a 13 year old boy and an 11-year old girl. She also generally wore low cut knit dresses, which could easily be lowered to display as much of her ample chest as she desired. Also, she and my father both enjoyed lounging about the house in the evenings wearing heavy bathrobes tied at the front with a loose belt. Vickie frequently needed to readjust her robe, as her breasts would often inexplicably be freed from their terrycloth encasements for anyone sitting at the proper angle -- usually me -- to see. These adjustments would be accomplished by her standing up, opening the robe wide, briefly exposing her breasts and the top of her shaved mound, and rapidly closing it again. For me, the frequent displays of exhibitionism on the part of my stepmother were simultaneously disturbing and arousing. I would often return home to my mother's house after a weekend visit to Dad & Vickie's to masturbate to the thought of her breasts. Vickie was in her forties, five feet even, with big cheerleader hair. She was deeply tanned, and usually wore gaudy, low cut dresses. Her most notable assets were her breasts which, to my estimation were 36D or DD. She was really quite proud of them and would show them off as often as she could. The first hint that something sexual might happen between me and Vickie came one evening when I was 17. My father, Vickie, my sister, and I had sailed to Angel Island their sailboat, and were walking around the old dilapidated buildings one night after dinner on the boat. Vickie was already fairly drunk, and was getting drunker sipping wine out of the large coffee cup she had brought with her. We had somehow paired off so that my father and sister were walking ahead of us, and Vickie and I were about 20 feet behind them, trudging through the sandy maze of trails around the old hospital on the island. At some point, I tripped and reached out to Vickie to steady myself and I wound up with my hand firmly grasping her left ass cheek. When I regained my balance, I left my hand there and we continued walking, and she slipped her hand into my back pocket. Vickie was considerably shorter than I, at 5', she was a full foot shorter than I, and due to the uneven terrain, it was difficult to keep my hand grasping her rear end, so I reluctantly took it away as we headed back to the dinghy to go back to the boat. Once back on the boat, Vickie, my sister and I sat in the cockpit and talked while my father made up the beds in the boat. I was sitting next to Vickie, and her large, 36D right breast was smashed against my arm, which she was holding in her lap. I began to caress her inner thighs--she encouraged me by opening her legs, but we were interrupted by my father coming up and announcing bedtime. Nothing happened for several months, aside from the occasional french kiss goodbye until one night at dinner when Vickie was especially drunk. We were sitting at the table, Vickie, my father, his business partner, and I--when, suddenly, I felt Vickie's hand on my leg. My father & his partner got up to clear the table and do the dishes -- he was quite a neat freak -- and Vickie and I remained at the table, out of site of the kitchen. I poured Vickie some more wine at her request, and she said: "Let me give you a thank you kiss." "OK," I said, leaning in for the kiss. And she kissed me, immediately slipping her tongue between my lips. With this, she reached into my lap and started rubbing my already hard cock through my pants. This went on for about 2 minutes until my father came back announcing dessert. Again, there was a dry spot, save for the occasional tongue slips kissing me goodbye, and frequent reference to "Mrs. Robinson" until a few months later, when I was at Dad & Vickie's house to replace the engine in my car. It was a Friday night, and we had hired a guy I knew to help us replace it. At about 7:00, we realized we needed a part we didn't have, and Dad left to go get it; the nearest auto parts store was an hour away--they lived in a small coastal town far from civilization. Shortly after Dad left, my friend announced he was leaving too; he hadn't been feeling well, and since Dad was gone, he just decided to split. I went inside and found that Vickie had already begun drinking--she was just slightly drunk, not falling down drunk at all. We were chatting about this and that, when she said, "this Mrs. Robinson stuff has to stop." I said something like, "Oh, well, that's ok, whatever you want." Very pathetic, indeed. With that, she moved farther away from me on the couch, and poured some more wine. We continued chatting and decided to watch some TV. She picked up the TV listings from the newspaper, and beckoned me over so we could both read it. As I sat down next to her, my right knee brushed against her left knee, and she instantly turned toward me and began kissing me. My hands immediately went for her breasts, and she began rubbing my cock through my pants. About a minute later, she said, "We have to stop." "OK," I said, pushing her back and leaning in for another kiss. As I did so, I put my hand between her knees and reached back toward the tops of her thighs, glancing past her coarse pubic hair -- she wasn't wearing any underwear -- as I did so. "Stay out of there," she muttered as she reached back into my lap for my cock. I resumed my fondling of her 36D breasts while we continued to make out. I started to try to pull her dress off her shoulders, but it wouldn't go; it had to be pulled off her from the bottom up. "Why don't you go up and put on your robe?" I suggested. She returned a moment later wearing just her robe. She sat down next to me again and took a sip of wine. She offered me some, and while I was drinking from her glass, she said, "I don't think we should go any further with this." I agreed, and as we leaned back onto the sofa, our knees touched again, and she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in to kiss her again. She immediately resumed the rubbing of my cock through my pants, and began trying following its length from the tip to as far down to the base as she could. Meanwhile, I was now fondling her bare breast--robes provide remarkably easy access. As I began circling her nipple with my fingers, she went for my belt, quickly undoing it, and unbuttoning the buttons of my jeans. As she did so, I broke our kiss and leaned into her cleavage, taking her right nipple in my mouth and sucking it between my teeth. She surprised me by nearly yelling "Oh god!!" at the top of her lungs. I left her breast and kissed her again, and she suddenly grabbed the top of my jeans and briefs and in one deft motion pulled them off of me and over my engorged 7 inch cock, which, by now, was colored a deep purple and nearly throbbing. We continued kissing as she pumped her small hand up and down the shaft of my cock. I returned to sucking on her nipples, and her strokes on my cock became much faster. "Stop!" I cried. "I'm about to cum if you don't stop. With that, she slid off the couch and knelt between my legs and, holding my cock in one hand, she began to lick my tortured penis from the very base to the tip, gliding her tongue into the slit at the tip, drinking up the pre-cum which was lubricating my cockhead. She then took the top third of my dick into her mouth and sucked with wild abandon wile pumping the base of my shaft with her hand. Sadly for me -- this was the best blowjob I'd ever had -- I began to cum about a minute later. She pulled my dick out of her mouth and continued to pump it with her hand, while my semen spurt onto her chest and face. I got up, my still-hard cock smacking her in the forehead--and picked her up by the armpits and literally threw her onto the coffee table. I pushed her onto her back and pushed her legs apart while pulling her closer to the edge of the table. I knelt before her 47 year old pussy and admired the beauty that it was. Her brown pubic hair was shaved into a neat vertical strip at the top, and her glorious lips were hot and puffy and wet. I nosed in for a closer look and began slowly tracing her lips with my tongue. As I did this, I reached up to her breasts and rolled her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers while continuing to lick first her outer and then inner lips. I soon moved up to lick and suck her clit while inserting first one and then two fingers into her incredibly wet pussy. With each lick her breathing seemed to increase, and her moans were getting louder, until I was sure that they could hear us across the Pacific in China. She came violently, holding my face between her legs for what seemed like about 10 minutes. I crawled next to her on the coffee table and we kissed gently for a few minutes. I got up from the coffee table and squatted before her juicy cunt on the end of the low coffee table. I put my cock on top of her furry strip of pubic hair, and her eyes, which had been closed, popped wide open. I began to pump back and forth through her pubic hair when she said, "Oh, we can't have intercourse. It's not cheating if it's not intercourse." "OK," I mused, "how about I just slide my dick along the outside?" She breathed slightly heavier and said, "That's ok... I think." So I knelt before her, and took my cock in my hand and slid it down from her pubic hair, across her clit, and down just over her dripping pussy lips. I was on my third cycle up and down her slit when my cockhead was right at the opening to her hole, perfectly between her swollen lips, when Vickie suddenly pushed forward and took the head of my penis inside her. "We don't want to cheat," I said, as I pulled out of her and resumed sliding my dickhead up and down her slippery pussy. Again, when I was poised right at the entrance to her cunt, she pushed forward and swallowed the purple head of my penis between her puffy lips. "Fuck me now!" she demanded. I needed no more encouragement. I slowly pushed the length of my 7 inch shaft inside of her, and, as I inched into her, her eyes opened wider and wider, and her mouth formed a perfect "O" as she drew in more girth. Once I was in all the way, with my densely hairy pubic hair mingling with hers, I slowly pulled out, leaving just the tip of my cock between her hot lips. Her pussy was remarkably tight, easily as tight as my girlfriend's, and 18 year old high school student. Quickly, with extreme force, I thrust back into her and grasped her knees to steady ourselves as I continued slamming in and out of her. After several minutes of this, she said, "I want to feel my tits against your chest. Sit on the couch." So I pulled out of her and stepped back to the couch. She grasped my cock and guided it back home into her still sopping pussy as she sat down on it. As she started to slide up and down on my pole, she grabbed the collar of the white button-down shirt I was still wearing and quickly unbuttoned it, popping a couple of buttons off in the process, exposing my hairy chest. She then held her breasts in her hands dragged her stiff brown nipples through my hair. As she was doing this, I had started thrusting deeper into her cunt, and I could feel her pussy muscles tightening. We started kissing again, and I started thrusting faster and faster. "I'm going to cum!" I groaned. "Mmmm...unhhhh!" she cried. As I started pumping my cum into her, I reached between us and started rubbing her clit, which sent her over the edge. Seconds after cumming inside her, her pussy clamped down on my still erect penis, and she began convulsing with the most intense orgasm I've ever seen a woman experience. We sat there, holding each other, her breasts against my chest, with my dick still inside her for a few minutes, until we heard the garage door opening, signaling my father's return. We quickly dressed and turned on the TV. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 71