Being a Stepmom Comes with Its Own Challenges

I’d been married to John for two years, but I had no kids from my previous marriage, which lasted for only a few years. We both had busy careers, and it was hard to find the time to invest in our marriage. When I married John, his stepson, Matt, came with the package. Matt was sixteen at the time and not thrilled about having a new mom. I dealt with the usual challenges of being a stepmom, but John kept telling me to give Matt time. John is a wonderful man, caring and compassionate, and he’s given me access to his bank account to buy things for the house and for myself.

The only issue we had was in the bedroom. John was okay, but he didn’t exactly set any records. He’s about five and a half inches in length, which is a bit of a disappointment, to be honest. I’ve tried to be patient and make the most of it, but sometimes I wonder if there’s more out there. I’m not willing to consider an affair, though. I have some morals and standards. I have to admit, though, that I’ve taken a few glances when we’ve had hot repair men over. Last summer, we had a new porch added to the back of the house, and there were plenty of handsome construction guys working on the project. A couple of them had impressive bulges, and I have to admit that I fantasized about them a few times when John and I were intimate.

As for Matt, he’s the typical jock. When we first got married, I noticed that he was muscular, but I didn’t give it much thought. I wanted to be a good stepmom, so I made an effort to get close to him. However, the more I tried, the more he pushed back and made it clear that he didn’t need my help. We developed a pattern where he would do his thing, and I would just stay out of the way. John kept telling me to give Matt time, but I was starting to feel frustrated.

One night, Matt came home late from a party, and we had a bit of a confrontation. He was seventeen at the time, and I asked him why he was so late. He was rude and told me to mind my own business. I apologized and told him I didn’t want to fight, but he just shrugged it off and went back to his room. Later, I caught a glimpse of him in his boxers, and I have to admit that I was surprised by how muscular he was. He had a borderline eight pack and bulging arm muscles. I also noticed that he had a decent-sized package, especially when he grabbed it. It was soft, but still impressive.

The tension between us continued, but mostly we just ignored each other. A few weeks before his eighteenth birthday, he was getting ready to graduate from high school. John was out of town on a business trip, and I was home alone. Matt came downstairs and told me he was going to a party, and I said, “Alright, thanks for letting me know.” He went upstairs to his room, and I went up later to check on him. I opened his door and found him lying on his bed, stroking his dick. I slowly crept away, hoping he wouldn’t notice me.

Later, I caught a glimpse of him and a blonde girl on the couch, and I was shocked by how much he was into it. He was pounding away, and I couldn’t help but stare. I watched as he fucked her three more times in different positions. Finally, he was done, and the girl got dressed and left. I was amazed by how big his cock was – at least 9 or 10 inches – and how thick it was too.

Later that night, John called me from his hotel room, and we had phone sex. I closed my eyes and fingered myself, but my mind kept wandering to Matt’s huge cock. I had a mind-blowing orgasm, and it was the first time I’d ever enjoyed phone sex as much as John did. When I hung up the phone, I went to check on Matt, and his door was slightly open. He was asleep on his bed in his tight white briefs, and I couldn’t help but notice the nice bulge in his briefs.

The next morning, it was Matt’s birthday, and I knocked on his door and wished him a happy birthday. He grumbled something, and I went downstairs to make some coffee. I poured some orange juice for him and left a protein bar on the counter. When he came downstairs, he was buck naked with a brunette girl, and they were in the middle of having sex. I couldn’t help but stare at his tight, muscular bubble butt as he pounded away. They used a few large condoms, and I was amazed by how he managed to work up a sweat even though the air conditioning was on.

I ducked back into the kitchen and went back to putting the groceries away. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Matt had any idea how much his body was turning me on. I tried to push the thoughts out of my head, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was attracted to my stepson in a way that was wrong.

I peered out from my hiding spot in the kitchen, my eyes scanning the living room for any sign of my stepson. Matt was facing away from me, oblivious to my presence, and the girl he had just spent the last hour with was now getting dressed and wiping the remnants of their encounter from her lips.

As I watched, Matt turned and pulled up his baggy jeans, his shirtless torso on full display. He took the girl’s hand and led her to the door, saying something about a lame party and promising to call her later. I quickly ducked back into the kitchen, my heart racing with anticipation.

A few minutes later, Matt walked into the kitchen, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “How long have you been here?” he asked, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Just got home,” I replied, trying to play it cool.

“Like what you saw?” Matt asked, his eyes glinting with amusement.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I declared, trying to sound innocent.

“I can get it up again,” Matt said, his voice low and husky.

“Your dad will be home soon,” I warned, trying to steer the conversation back on track.

“Come on, don’t tell me you’re not curious,” Matt said, his eyes locked on mine.

“You know why I wear baggy jeans to school,” Matt asked, his voice dripping with confidence.

“I guess it’s the style,” I replied, trying to play along.

“Nope. It’s because I have a huge fuckin dick and I don’t want everyone to fuckin see it,” Matt said, his smile growing wider.

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I met Matt’s gaze, my eyes drawn to the bulge in his jeans. He clearly had been working out, and his eight-pack and hard pecs were on full display.

“I’ll just get stuff ready for your party,” I said, trying to fight the urge to touch him.

“Dad will be late, like he always is,” Matt said, his eyes never leaving mine.

“This isn’t appropriate,” I said, trying to sound stern, but my voice came out shaky.

“I don’t hate you, you know,” Matt said, his voice softening.

“That’s good to know,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

“I just don’t need another mother,” Matt said, his eyes glinting with humor.

“I’m glad you and my dad are happy though, except maybe in the bedroom,” Matt commented, his smile growing wider.

“That’s fine too,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Really,” Matt said, his eyes locked on mine.

“Does he make you scream?” Matt asked, his voice low and husky.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” I said, trying to sound firm, but my eyes were drawn to the bulge in his briefs.

“Does he have this?” Matt asked, his eyes glinting with amusement.

“Damn,” was all I could say as Matt stood there, his cock growing to full staff in front of me.

“I’ve heard my dad fuckin you and I know he’s not Mr. Amazing in the sack,” Matt said, his voice dripping with confidence.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love him, but I don’t get everything from him,” Matt said, his eyes locked on mine.

It was a hot, late May day and I had on a white summer dress. Matt grabbed me by the waist and put me up on the island counter. “We shouldn’t do this, your father will be home any minute,” I said, but Matt just reached under my dress and pulled my panties off.

He stood in front of me, his briefs down past his cock, which sprang out. “Matt, no,” was all I could say as he slipped his big mushroom head inside my wet pussy.

“Wear a rubber,” I managed to say, but Matt just got one from the box on the coffee table and came back with his dick still sticking out of his briefs.

“I don’t think we should…” I tried to say, but Matt just grabbed me by the waist and shoved his huge 10 inch cock in.

I gasped as Matt filled me up like no guy had ever done. “My dad doesn’t fill you up like this, I see,” Matt smiled as he started pumping.

He pulled me closer and all I could hear was the sound of his huge balls slapping against me as he started to work up a sweat. “Ready,” Matt asked, but I couldn’t even respond as he grabbed me and held me up in mid-air while bouncing me on his massive cock.

I wrapped my legs around him and he held me tight, gritting his teeth as he shot a huge load into his condom-covered cock. Even through the rubber, I could feel the heat of his young, hot cum.

He pulled his cock out and lowered me back to the ground, glob of his hot cum still on the head. “Lick it up,” Matt demanded, his eyes locked on mine.

I reached down and put my mouth around his head, feeling the warmth of his cum on my tongue. Then I pushed him back down on the floor before he could get up and started sucking his cock.

“Fuck yeah,” Matt said, his eyes closing in pleasure as I took him deep into my mouth.

I managed to take it almost all the way down, but just when I was about to come up for air, Matt grabbed the back of my head and made me keep sucking.

We were both sweating again, and I could hear his breathing grow heavier as he let out a moan. Instantly, I felt a hot jet of cum going down my throat.

It was too much for me to keep my mouth on his erupting cock, and I felt hot, molten cum ease out of my mouth and down the shaft of his still hard cock and over his balls.

I licked the rest of the cum off of his swollen head, and Matt gasped as I grabbed his balls and squeezed to make a little more cum ooze out of his mushroom head.

We finally got up from the kitchen floor, and I slipped back into my summer dress. Matt grabbed his briefs and baggy jeans and said he was going to get a shower.

I watched as he walked up the stairs, his hot ass and now semi-hard dick swinging between his legs. I knew I should have worried that this young stud might have just knocked me up, but I couldn’t help but stare.

Then, I hurried up to finish putting the groceries away and set up for the party. I just finished setting everything up, and people were starting to come over as Matt came downstairs all freshly showered in baggy jeans and a white dress shirt.

“Friends now,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“Sure,” Matt smiled, and went to answer the door.

It was his dad. “Everything good here?” John asked, giving me a kiss.

“Just perfect,” Matt said with a smile, his eyes locked on mine.