My Stepmom’s Forbidden Kiss

As I sat in the minivan, Mrs. Johnson’s lips were soft against mine as her body pressed to my chest. When my lips parted, her agile tongue found its way into my mouth, and we entwined, wrestling with no victor, but instead, ending in a happy draw.

Her fingers ran through my hair as we kissed, and I could feel the rapid beating of her heart against me as I held her close.

We continued to kiss, and I could feel the increased urgency in her actions. Mrs. Johnson sucked hard on my tongue now while her slim hand caressed my cheek.

Her body was constantly shifting on my lap, with her round ass subtly rubbing against me in a circular movement, stimulating my erection even further.

“Unbutton your dress before I rip it off you,” I practically growled at her.

Mrs. Johnson’s slim fingers trembled as she unbuttoned the front of her dress, revealing her fair skin down to her cleavage.

A surprisingly sexy black brassiere cherished while uplifting her full bosom, and I pulled the sleeveless dress from her shoulders and tore at the closure of her bra.

Without thinking, my hands moved up, cupping each breast, making Mrs. Johnson shudder. My mouth closed on her left nipple as my tongue flicked against it back and forth repeatedly, driving her crazy.

“Stop torturing me Jim. I can’t take any more of it. Get those fucking pants off,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

To tell the truth, I was shocked by her cursing, and she seemed mortified as well, but her hands continued tugging at my pants.

“There it is, Mrs. Johnson, why don’t you suck it and get it nice and wet. Then you can sit on it. Isn’t that what you want to do?”

“Oh, it’s so big, Jim. Mr. Johnson’s wasn’t nearly so large. I don’t know if I can do this,” she said, her voice trembling.

“Sure you can, Mrs. Johnson. That’s why you get it nice and wet first. Trust me on this, Mrs. Johnson.”

‘I trust you, Jim, well, I guess you should call me Jill if we’re going to go through with this.”

“Jill’s a lovely name,” I said as I guided her head down to my waiting prick.

The touch of her white hand on the hot flesh of my cock set my nerves aflame. The fire was far from quenched when her mouth swallowed the engorged head.

“You want to again, Jim?” she asked, her voice husky with desire, as she saw the tent in my pants.

“As many times as you’ll let me, Jill,” I told her, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s the address, Jim?” she asked, hitting the gas and starting to drive.

“321 Sycamore Avenue,” I replied, watching the houses pass by. Most were dark, though lights twinkled in some scattered windows.

As we arrived at my house, Jill parked in front, and I had already texted my Uncle to tell him I wouldn’t be going to his place that night.

Silently, we headed up the walk to the porch. She had an expression of nervous anticipation on her face as I unlocked the front door.

As soon as the door closed, Jill was all over me again, kissing me and wrapping her arms about my back.

“Sweet Jill,” I said, as I walked into the living room, “come with me.”

She followed me, her face unsure of what I had planned. When we reached in front of the couch, I stopped, and she followed my lead.

Unbuttoning her dress, I then slid it off her. When it pooled on the floor, Jill gracefully stepped out of it, and I forgot to breathe for a minute as I beheld her figure.

She reached up and gently touched her breasts with her fingertips and gave me a sultry glance. I practically tore my clothing off in a frenzy.

“Do you like what you see, Jim? You know that it’s all for you,” Jill said, tweaking a pink nipple with her thumb and forefinger.

My hands circled her waist as my mouth again found her pink nipple. I alternated licking and biting it until Jill went weak in her knees.

My arms held her as I guided her to the couch, where I laid her down on her back. Kneeling on the floor next to her, my mouth continued kissing and sucking at her pale bosom as my hand stroked the soft skin of her belly and flanks.

My lips traced down her soft stomach to the v of her delta.

Positioning myself so that I was between her legs, I arranged one so that it was resting on the top of the couch and the other was on my shoulder.

For the first time, I gazed upon Jill’s glorious womanhood, and I was entranced. Her pubic hair was a pale, golden shade and grew lightly around her womanly treasure.

Her pink lips were narrow and glistened from the juices that she had produced and I had deposited in her.

Being a little squeamish about eating my cum, I gingerly licked at the outside of her lips.

Since discovering the joy of sex, one of my favorite things to do was eat pussy, but I decided tonight I would hold back a little.

My tongue found her clit and it circled outside it lightly a few times before I sucked it between my lips. Jill arched her back and pulled my hair in response, telling me she liked it.

A moan escaped her mouth as I slid two fingers into her wet hole and began to explore for her g-spot.

She gasped when I found it, and I wasted no time in curling my fingers and beginning to coax an orgasm from her.

It took a couple of minutes of fingering and licking until I felt her body tense.

My eyes looked up, and I saw a rosy hue come over her face and chest, and all of a sudden, Jill’s body was bucking, and a copious amount of clear fluid squirted onto my hand.

All through her orgasm, I continued to work her over, pushing her past her comfort zone and into sexual nirvana.

“Stop it, Jim,” Jill said, her voice laced with a mix of desire and frustration as she pushed me away from her body. “I can’t take any more.” Her hands grasped my arms, holding me at bay as she struggled to catch her breath.

I reluctantly stepped back, allowing her body to calm down from its intense arousal. My hand stroked my cock a few times, ensuring it remained rock hard. The anticipation was almost too much to bear as I gazed at Jill’s spread legs, her body still trembling with desire.

I swiftly moved to position myself on the edge of the couch, holding her right leg with my left arm as I drove my prick into her waiting pussy. The sound of wet suction filled the air as her pink flesh opened and swallowed me greedily.

Jill’s eyes rolled back, and she bit her lip as my sudden penetration sent her over the edge once more. I waited patiently as she trembled beneath me, her body still reeling from the intensity of her climax. When she finally subsided, I began to slowly work deeper, savoring the sensation of her warmth and tightness.

“That’s it, baby,” Jill urged, her hands grasping my ass as she encouraged me on. “Give it to me good. Fill me good, Jim. It’s been so long, baby. Come on, give it to Momma.”

I rested my arms on the couch, and with a slow, deliberate motion, I slid my cock deeper into Jill’s body. Her walls squeezed at my shaft, but I managed to push it long and deep, building up a slow rhythm that intensified with each passing moment.

“Yes, yes, baby,” Jill whispered, her hands pulling on my ass as she urged me on. “Give it to Momma good. It’s so big in me. Are you going to give me what I need, baby? What Momma needs? Fill Momma with your baby-making sperm, honey.”

Her words sent me over the edge, and I erupted inside Jill’s pussy, releasing a torrent of pleasure that left me spent and gasping for air. I sank down onto Jill, feeling her stroking my hair and soothingly whispering in my ear.

“Good boy, Jim,” Jill whispered. “You made Momma feel so good. You filled me up with all your little swimming sperm, didn’t you, baby?”

I felt her lips kiss my head as she continued to stroke my hair, but I was too stunned to ask the questions swirling in my mind. Why was she talking about my sperm like that? Did she really want my baby? And didn’t she realize I was only seventeen, with a whole year of high school still ahead of me?

But before I could ask her anything, the chime of the doorbell shattered the silence, followed by an insistent knocking on the door. “Hello, Jim?” Stacy’s voice called out. “Mom, are you guys in there? Hello, it’s Stacy. Mom, the lights are on, and your minivan is here. Please answer the door. Hello?”

We scrambled to grab our clothes, our excitement and embarrassment mingling as we frantically tried to compose ourselves. But it was too late – we were caught, and I knew our secret would soon be out.