(Part 4 of 6)
Author's note: I put a content warning in the tagline and I will elaborate here. This story includes male masturbation and girl-on-guy strapon action. If you can't tolerate that, please back out now and I invite you to rejoin me for chapters five and six. But I do hope you give me the benefit of doubt and read on. Thanks.
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I couldn't have asked for a better summer. The weather was mild so I took on a lot of hours at my temporary job with the occasional day off for rain. Staying with my stepmother meant that money was flowing back into my depleted bank account. I had more than enough for partying with my friends, many of whom, like me, were home from their first year of college. And going to parties got me introduced to plenty of nice ladies.
I didn't have to chase the ladies though since Heidi, my stepmother, volunteered to be my temporary girlfriend, which I don't have to tell you was the best part of my summer. She had been like a mother to me since my real mother passed away when I was nine. Only recently did she reveal that the only reason she was with my father at all was to raise me and to keep me from turning out like him. That answered a lot of questions I had growing up.
Now my father was out of the picture which suited me fine. Over the years I had problems getting along with Mom, as I was accustomed to think of her. But my relationship with Dad was a lost cause for a long time. Not that he gives a crap about me or anyone else. Now that it was just her and me, and me a grown man, Mom and I got along great. And every day that summer I got to know her better... as a person and as a woman.
If you've read my earlier stories you know just how well I got to know her. I learned that she liked to read dirty magazines, Hothouse magazine in particular. She especially liked the letters to the editor, in which readers purport to share their wild sexual experiences. Of course they are totally fake. But the stories are sexy and maybe even sexier if you persuade yourself they might really have happened.
Well, it was while we were reading those stories together that she seduced me, which led to a night of excitement that rivaled the most outrageous stories you could find in the pages of that infamous magazine. My stepmother, the woman who raised me, a stern, no-nonsense woman, became in an evening the sweetest, hottest lover that ever took a man all the way. And when I say all the way, I mean it.
But as the summer wore on our physical relationship started to taper off. At the same time, we came together in other ways, learning more than we ever had about each other's interests and habits and tastes. That was to be expected, Mom explained.
"Physical considerations bring two people together. But it doesn't last," she explained. "They are attracted by appearance and scents. They touch, they kiss, they make love. In doing so they form a bond. They can make the effort to keep the flame alive, and they should. But rarely will it burn as brightly as it does during their honeymoon phase.
"But as passion gives way to familiarity, their bond grows in other ways... emotionally, intellectually. Mature people accept this and take their relationships to the next level. Shallow people crave novelty so they flit from partner to partner. Men tend to do this, I think, but some women too.
"Some people want it both ways. They want the comfort and safety of a long-term relationship and still look for novelty outside of that bond. I imagine that is more of a woman thing but again, men do this too, men like your father. Don't be that way, Trey, please? I hope you find someone, the right one. But if you're with a girl and it isn't working out, just be a man and tell her so."
I wanted to tell her that I did find someone who I thought was the right one. But I knew it wasn't true. And some time this summer Mom was going to tell me it was over. And I had promised when that time came I would accept it and not get weird or possessive. But damn, if only there was a way I could change her mind.
As our time together was growing short, my sexual requests got kinkier. She didn't mind. She encouraged me to use my imagination and assured me that if I could think of it, she'd probably already done it. One thing I had to keep in mind though was her frequent insistence on reciprocity. That is, if I wanted her to do something she would want me to do the same in return. The first time I sucked on her toes, for instance, she insisted on sucking on mine. When I wanted to watch her masturbate, I had to play with myself as well. And when I stuck my finger up her butt, guess what. She said this would teach me empathy.
With that in mind, I should have anticipated what would happen when I left the Hothouse magazine out for her to find, open to a certain page. I had been reading what would become my favorite issue when I ran across a letter from a girl who described how she preserved her virginity and still kept her boyfriend happy by giving him frequent blowjobs. I liked this concept and the story was very hot. I liked it even better when her boyfriend persuaded her to give up the butt.
That got me thinking about Mom's hot little ass and the time she let me have it, our first night together. I couldn't forget how she casually told me about the glob of vaseline she put on her butthole, or the look in her eyes when I squeezed into her, or how she informed me that by claiming her ass I had gotten farther with her than my father ever did.
So, her ass wasn't off limits and yet we hadn't done it again since then. I doubted she would refuse me if I asked. But I was too embarrassed to bring it up. Then it hit me. Here was a way I could ask her for a repeat performance. I would leave the magazine out for her as we would sometimes do. Then it would be up to her whether we did it or not.
The way she slyly smiled when she brought the magazine to my room made me think I was in luck.
"I've been expecting you to bring this up. Surprised it's taken you this long." She paused and looked at me kindly. "We'll do this if you want... but not in the way you're thinking."
"What do you mean?"
"Trey, something I've tried to impress on you is how much preparation good sex can take."
"Yes, of course."
"And, ah, you understand how much of the burden of preparation falls on the woman?"
"Well, yeah. And I appreciate it, really."
"I'm not complaining, mind you. I actually love that about a guy... how he can be ready for love with a shower and a shave. And sometimes not even that."
I didn't know what to say. I kept myself pretty well groomed and dressed for her. But I had to admit her grooming rituals, her elaborate garments, her bedroom tricks were a testament to the effort she put into our lovemaking.
