The Stepfather’s Obsession

I live on a dead-end road, surrounded by a small urban village. My property consists of two houses, one of which I rent out to a lovely woman, Johnnie. She recently went through a divorce and has a teenage son who lives with her ex-husband. During their first two weeks of living there, Johnnie and I became fast friends, bonding over our shared love of gardening and outdoor barbecues.

Johnnie is thirty-five, but she seems like a daughter to me. We’d spend hours chatting, and I’d often catch myself admiring her in her tight shorts and revealing tops. She’d joke about working on her tan, but I suspected she was actually working on me – at least, that’s what my penis thought.

One Friday evening, Johnnie’s ex dropped off their son, Frankie, for the weekend. She brought him over to meet me, and I couldn’t help but notice that Frankie seemed a bit off. He was polite, but there was something unsettling about him.

The next morning, I was awoken by Frankie’s screams and slammed doors. I dressed and headed next door, where I found Johnnie standing on her porch, stark naked, with chalk outlines around her feet. She saw me approaching and smiled, her face flushed, her breathing labored, and her pussy glistening in the sunlight.

“Please go away,” she whispered. “I’ll explain everything Sunday night after he leaves.”

As I entered my house, I heard Frankie ask, “Who were you talking to?” Johnnie replied, “No one, I was shooing a fly off my nose.”

I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been handcuffed. As I worked in my garden, I caught glimpses of Johnnie pressing her bare tits against the windows. I knew her son was inside, and I wondered what kind of relationship they had.

Later, Johnnie came out of her house wearing only a pair of panties. She asked if she could have two burgers, saying her son would beat her if she returned empty-handed. I offered to add cheese, and she smiled, whispering, “My son has made me his sex slave. I seduced him two years ago, and I’ve been paying for it ever since.”

She showed me the welts on her backside and explained that Frankie had beaten her because she’d spoken to me that morning, breaking her silence. I asked her to remove her panties, and she did, soaking them with her pussy juice before handing them over to me.

As Johnnie knelt before me, I felt a surge of excitement. She took my hard cock into her mouth, and I looked over at Frankie, who was watching from the window. Johnnie did a superior job, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for her efforts.

Two weekends later, Frankie called to say he wasn’t coming for his visit. I took the phone and told him he was indeed coming, and that he had to be there from noon to six on Saturday. He didn’t have to spend the night or the whole weekend, but he had to show up – it was court-ordered.

When Frankie arrived, Johnnie was dressed in her tightest jeans and smallest T-shirt, without any underwear or bra. I’d instructed her to keep her nipples hard at all times, and it seemed to be working. Frankie’s constant bulge told me he realized what he’d lost.

Johnnie and I had become inseparable, our sex life passionate and loving. She’d do anything for me, including going nude to the mall or flashing me in public. I loved seeing her come out of the Victoria’s Secret dressing room, trying on sexy bras and panties. In fact, I had a fantasy of making love to two women at the same time, and Johnnie was more than happy to explore it with me.

One day, Johnnie pointed out a woman who caught my attention. We met her at her hotel room, where she asked us to undress and clean ourselves before inviting her to join us in a sixty-nine position. The woman was a high-powered executive, and she wanted us to take turns fucking her in the ass and pussy, with me cumming in her ass as deeply as possible.

For about ten minutes, I was unstoppable, fucking them every which way but loose. When I finally cummed, we relaxed, and the woman in the next room banged on the wall, telling us to knock it off. After that, things settled down, and Johnnie and I were happier than ever.

Her husband got a second divorce, and Frankie wrecked his motorcycle. Johnnie and I were way ahead of the game.