My Stepmother’s Secret Longing

As I sat in the minivan, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement wash over me. Mrs. Johnson, my uncle’s new wife, had just kissed me, and it was clear that she was interested in more than just a friendly peck on the cheek.

Her lips were soft against mine, and her body pressed close to mine as we kissed. I could feel her heart beating rapidly against me, and I knew that she was just as turned on as I was.

“Unbutton your dress before I rip it off you,” I growled, trying to contain my desire.

“Oh, Jim,” she whispered, her eyes locked on mine. “I think that’s a great idea.”

She quickly unbuttoned her dress, revealing her fair skin down to her cleavage. I pulled the sleeveless dress from her shoulders, and she shuddered as I tore at the closure of her bra, releasing it.

“You’re so beautiful, Jill,” I whispered, my hands moving up to cup each breast. I closed my mouth on her left nipple, my tongue flicking against it back and forth repeatedly.

“Stop torturing me, Jim,” she gasped, her body recoiling from mine. “I can’t take any more of it.”

“Get those fucking pants off,” she whispered, her hands tugging at mine.

I assisted her in unfastening and pushing them down my legs, freeing my rock-hard dick. She had gotten what she wanted, but seemed frozen on seeing it.

“There it is, Jill,” I said, my hand going to her head and pushing her toward my erection. “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,” she whispered, her eyes wide with excitement. “Mr. Johnson’s wasn’t nearly so large. I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Sure you can, Jill,” I said, guiding her head down to my waiting prick. “That’s why you get it nice and wet first. Trust me on this.”

As she began to suck me, I reached between her legs and rubbed the side of my finger to her pussy. She gasped, her hands stroking me as she sucked me deeper and deeper.

When I increased the tempo of my finger and thumb, she started moaning uncontrollably. Forcing a second finger inside her proved too much for her, and she clamped down on me, her body trembling with pleasure.

She had a death grip on me, but she managed to bring her lips to mine, and we kissed, our bodies trembling with passion.

Removing my fingers from her wet womanhood, I assisted Jill to my lap, where she put her arms around my neck. Taking my shaft, she rubbed it against her sopping pussy, smearing her juices on my head until it was coated.

“Guide it in, Jill,” I whispered, my hand going to her head and pushing her toward my erection. “Take my big dick into your little tight pussy.”

“Oh, it’s so large,” she gasped, her eyes wide with excitement. “I can feel it stretching my little hole wide.”

She buried her face on my chest as she slid further down my pole, taking me deeper into her pink. We paused as she adjusted, then started moving again, me thrusting from underneath as she hunched up and down on my cock.

Suddenly, she arched her back, and her internal muscles milked me, coaxing a mighty orgasm from me. My cock swelled, and I continued spurting in her wet canal, our bodies shaking with pleasure.

As the orgasm subsided, we passionately kissed, our sweaty bodies pressed together. Her full breasts flattened against my chest, and I felt her little heart beat like a jackhammer inside her ribcage.

“Mrs. Johnson, I mean Jill,” I said, my voice husky with desire.

“What is it, baby?” she purred, her green cat’s eyes looking at me.

“I’m having a great time, but isn’t it kind of dangerous, I mean we could be discovered at any time by someone,” I said, trying to contain my concern.

But my words seemed to awaken her sense of propriety, and she realized the precarious location we were in. A delivery truck or a supermarket worker might have come upon us lost in our passion.

Kissing me a final time, Jill pulled her dress up and slipped her arms into the short sleeves. She gasped when she rose from me, and our combined fluids began to leak from her now-empty hole.

Opening the glove compartment, Jill removed some wipes with which she dabbed at her tender pussy, stemming the flow. When she wiped down my sensitive cock, I shook from the sensation.

Jill smiled at my reaction as she sat in her chair and turned the ignition. The engine turned, and the minivan purred to life.

“Jim, pull on your pants and buckle up,” she said, slipping back into Mom mode.

“Your wish is my command,” I answered, complying. “What I was going to suggest was that since my parents are out of town and the house is empty, perhaps you might be interested in coming over, that is if you’re interested.”

My hand reached out and touched the bare skin of Jill’s upper arm, and I felt her tremble and saw the goosebumps form on her flesh.

“You mean so that we can… again?” she began to say, her eyes locked on mine.

“As many times as you’ll let me, Jill,” I told her, my voice husky with desire.

She giggled nervously as she hit the gas and started to drive. “What’s the address, Jim?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“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 block, Jill parked in front. 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, her face a mask of nervous anticipation.

As soon as the door closed, Jill was all over me again, kissing me and wrapping her arms about my back. I swatted her ass, then pushed her back a step, my eyes locked on hers.

“Sweet Jill,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire.

She followed me into the living room, 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 slid it off her, and when it pooled on the floor, Jill stepped out of it, her eyes locked on mine. I forgot to breathe for a minute as I beheld her figure, my desire for her overwhelming.

She reached up and gently touched her breasts with her fingertips, giving me a sultry glance. I practically tore my clothing off in a frenzy, my hands moving up to cup each breast.

“Do you like what you see, Jim?” she whispered, her eyes locked on mine. “You know that it’s all for you.”

I alternated licking and biting her nipple until Jill went weak in her knees, my arms holding her as I guided her to the couch.

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.

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.

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 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, and a rosy hue came over her face and chest. Suddenly, 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.

“Oh, stop it, Jim,” Jill said, her voice husky with desire, as she pushed me away from her most intimate part. I felt a pang of disappointment, but my body’s response was immediate – my cock sprang back to life, throbbing with need.

Jill’s body began to come back down from its high, and I gave her a few moments to catch her breath. Then, I positioned myself at the edge of the couch, my hand grasping for her right leg to hold her in place. With a swift motion, I guided myself into her waiting pussy, the sound of our bodies joining filling the air.

Jill’s eyes rolled back, and she bit her lip, her body trembling with pleasure. I waited, letting her ride out the wave of her climax, before slowly working myself deeper into her body. Her hands grasped my ass, encouraging me to move deeper.

“That’s it, baby,” Jill whispered, her voice low and sultry. “Give it to me good. Fill me good, Jim. It’s been so long, baby. Come on, give it to Momma.”

I slid deeper into her, building a slow rhythm that had us both panting with effort. Sweat dripped from our bodies as we moved together, our bodies entwined in a dance of passion. I managed to push her legs up onto my shoulders, and with a few swift strokes, I sent us both tumbling over the edge.

“Yes, yes, baby,” Jill cried out, her voice filled with pleasure. “Give it to Momma good. Oh, 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 hands dug deep into my ass, holding me in place as I poured myself into her. The intensity of my orgasm was almost overwhelming, and I felt like I’d emptied every last drop of myself into her body.

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

I felt a shiver run down my spine as she spoke, a mixture of pleasure and unease. I realized, belatedly, that I’d been reckless, firing off round after round without any thought for the consequences. And now, I was starting to wonder if Jill was looking for something more than just a casual encounter.

As I sat up, trying to process my thoughts, the doorbell rang out, shrill and insistent. We both froze, wondering who it could be, and what they wanted. The chime sounded again, followed by a firm knock on the door.

“Hello, Jim, Mom are you guys in there?” a voice called out. “Hello, it’s Stacy. Mom, the lights are on, and your minivan is here. Please answer the door. Hello?”

We exchanged a nervous glance, scrambling to grab our clothes and compose ourselves as we made our way to the door.