A Dramatic Turn

There are certain points in life when things change for you. One such point when I was fifteen, probably the biggest to be fair, was when I gained a stepmother due to my father's second marriage. I had no real recollection of my parents being together, they had divorced when I was an infant, and I'd always been closer to my mother, but I did still love my dad and divided my time between the two of them as I grew up.

Although they remained amicable towards each other I was never told the reason behind their seperation.

Zoey, my dad's second wife, was friendly, blonde, good looking with a nice figure and had always said she wanted to be a friend to me if I ever needed one. I respected the fact she knew she couldn't replace my mother in my affections and our relationship grew steadily from there.

By the time she celebrated her fortieth birthday, a month after my eighteenth, we got on great together often sharing a joke at my fathers expense much to his annoyance.

For her birthday I had bought her a small pendant in the shape of the letter "Z" and the huge hug she gave me meant she approved. It was definitely a highlight to be hugged by Zoey and I craved many more.

I took a job in a small factory which paid a decdent wage and I started dating a colleague called Fiona. She was the same age as me and we were pretty inseperable. We fumbled our way into sex but with time we began to understand what we did and didn't enjoy. There was a lot of experimentation and a lot of fun.

Every spare moment we had resulted in us trying something new or daring, Fiona discovering she loved sex outdoors where potentially we could be caught and she would often flash her body to strangers then run giggling in the opposite direction. Although I wasn't overly pleased about this, the sex that followed was always exquisite so I reluctantly kept quiet.

One weekend when Fiona was away with her folks I made my way to my fathers with the intention of mentioning this behaviour to see if he thought it was normal. Unfortunately he was away with some of his mates on an overnight stag party so Zoey was by herself.

Although she was happy to see me, a wonderful hug proof, she could sense I had something on my mind.

"Are you okay?" she asked concerned.

I wasn't really sure how to answer but decided to tell her about Fiona and her odd fascination with flashing random people.

Zoey listened carefully before answering.

"So these flashes are just that?" she asked. "She simply shows her boobs then you both run away?"

"Pretty much" I replied.

"And then you always end up having sex?"

I felt my face redden "Yeah, pretty much"

Zoey put her hand on my arm "Well I suggest you just enjoy the ride, literally"

I laughed at her reply "Well yeah I'm not stupid"

"Coffee?" she asked.

"Please"

Zoey headed into the kitchen and it felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I knew she was right and I was probably worrying about nothing in regard to Fiona flashing, but it was nice to hear it from someone else.

"Have you ever flashed anyone?" I asked as Zoey passed me a mug of coffee.

She took a sip from her cup before answering "Not for a very long time"

I was slightly shocked by her answer. "You mean you used to?"

Zoey explained how her and her girlfriends used to have competitions to see who could flash in the most inappropriate places. Her claim to fame being to flash the vicar from the local church.

"How did he react to that?" I asked.

"He shouted something about Satan but I was too busy running to hear him"

Hearing Zoey talk like this made me realise how little I understood women.

"Do you ever join Fiona?" Zoey asked with a smile on her face.

I was confused "Join her in what way?"

"Do you ever flash people?"

I couldn't think of anything worse and told Zoey so. The thought of getting caught and being in trouble with the police terrified me.

She laughed loudly "I guess that's the double standard of society. If a woman does it she's having fun. If a guy does it he's some kind of pervert"

"My thoughts exactly" I responded taking a swig of coffee.

"Have you ever wondered why Fiona gets such a thrill from people seeing her tits?"

I had often wondered but the resulting sex always swayed my thoughts.

"I guess she likes the attention" I said matter-of-factly.

"Don't you enjoy seeing them?"

Of course I did, but much preferred seeing them in private. Zoey smiled again when I told her this.

"Sort of like now?" she said with a strange look in her eyes. "We're alone and in private. Why don't you flash me?"

I assumed this was Zoey being the joker that she was and just laughed.

"Yeah I don't think that's going to happen" I said grinning like a lunatic.

Zoey seemed upset. "Go on?" she asked "I dare you"

The tension in the room increased dramatically "You know that teasing is cruel" I said trying to relieve the pressure mounting.

Zoey stood up and stepped away from the breakfast bar she'd been seated behind.

"I will if you will" she said.

I watched dumbstruck as she turned her back to me and lowered her jeans revealing a small white thong, her firm behind a sight to behold. My groin flared with heat as she bent forward ever so slightly giving me the tiniest glimpse of her pussy, the thong barely containing her swollen lips.

"Your turn" she said turning back towards me.

I was mesmerised and without thinking I lowered my jogging bottoms, my growing erection battling against the cotton material of my boxer shorts.

Zoey stared at my bulge while she began to unbutton the white blouse she was wearing. Her cleavage came into view and I was surprised how big her boobs were. The white bra pushing them together. A slight nod of her head signalled my next move. I slowly lowered my boxers and I could see the look of lust in Zoey's eyes as my erection burst free.

Time no longer mattered as my stepmother fell to her knees in front of me and took me in her hand. The warmth of her breath on the head of my swollen shaft was intense as her tongue gently flicked the underside. I marvelled at her touch as she greedily enveloped my cock with her mouth. Fiona was good at giving head. Zoey was incredible. The sounds escaping her were filthy as she took me deep into her throat, gagging and slavering as she worked her magic. It felt incredible but I knew if I didn't stop her it would be over too quickly. I pushed her onto her back and dragged her jeans down her legs. I could smell her sex as I flicked aside her thong and buried my tongue into her wet hole. She wrenched my head against her as my fingers worked in unison with my mouth to make her orgasm. My face was covered in her juices as she ground her hips in time with my tongue. A scream unlike any noise I'd ever heard erupted from my stepmother as her ecstacy reached orgasm, her body trembling beneath me. This was the sign I needed to slide my hardness into her. a move that was greeted with another scream of enjoyment. I drove into her as hard and fast as I could knowing this was an opportunity that was too good to be true. I ripped her bra down revealing her large boobs and greedily took her swollen nipple into my mouth. The relentless pace eased momentarily and Zoey took the opportunity to turn onto her front, her firm arse now high in the air. I no longer worried about what could or couldn't be done and carefully pushed into her anus. Zoey moved forward at my initial attempt but then pushed back allowing me entry to her tightest spot. My cock felt tight as the walls of her ass gripped me with every thrust. My approaching orgasm tore through me like electricity as my speed and desperaton increased. When I exploded my life force into her, Zoey screamed from the bottom of her soul. Moments passed as we came to terms with what we had done, both shocked but sated.

We showered together cleaning the evidence of our indiscretion away physically but both knowing our relationship had taken a dramatic turn.