A Stepsons Sexual Healing

1. Mandy sat down on the cotton couch in the living room, eyes closed, head resting on the back of the sofa, her long brown hair scattered around, thinking about Henry, her stepson.

Lately, he's been looking fatigued and acting sluggish, unlike the fit and vigorous 20 year old he should be. He is healthy, no doubt, with a muscular physique and a heart that could take him running for miles. Tan and toned, he should be an energetic boy, bouncing around like a bunny in heat ready to breed. But he's been waking up late, having no appetite for breakfast, and looking weak and subdued with dark circles eclipsing his once bright eyes.

He wasn't always like that. Mandy thought about the first time he met him, two years ago, when she moved in. She was 35. He struggled to control his impulses; he kept gawking at Mandy's busty breasts in her white low-cut top, eyeing her cleavage repeatedly, and even flirted with her, calling her the sexiest woman he's ever met and praising her curves. He was obviously jealous of his father, who remained oblivious to Henry's actions.

At dinner that very same day he was charming and talkative, ready to please his lovely stepmom in any way possible. Filled with gusto he talked with his hands flailing about and his arms waving around and inevitably knocked her glass of water onto her top. He became flustered, cheeks and ears reddening, and apologized quickly and offered to give her a change of his father's clothes (her clothes were still in boxes, unpacked)

Mandy smiled and told him not to worry. She was in love with her new stepson who she found cute and easily lovable. Henry ran to his father's room, and Mandy decided to follow him upstairs. In the room Henry managed to find a comfortable white top, too large for her, to replace hers.

"This should be alright. You would look cute wearing an oversized shirt," he said, gripping the shirt on its shoulders with both hands and holding them high. Mandy stood in front of him, her shirt wet and translucent, revealing her black bra. Her soft, plump tits now wet and glistening, looking like fresh melons ripe for tasting.

He lowered the shirt, saw Mandy, and gulped.

"You really think I would look cute?" Mandy said. Without hesitation she removed her shirt with a criss-cross, exposing her lovely, soft torso and her curvy hips that could not be contained by her short, low-waisted jeans.

Henry grew silent and was at a lost. Not knowing whether to look away, speak, or give a compliment, he ended up staring hard at Mandy's front, with his mouth open, fantasizing about covering her entire front with a huge, thick cumload.

Mandy cleaned herself with the dry parts of her shirt; raising her breasts, pushing her chests out, and dabbing on them softly. She took her time, letting the cute boy in front of her stare to his cock's content. Yup. Without knowing, Henry got hard and now has a twitching, engorged cock pitching a tent in his pants. She considered taking off her bra, which was a bit damp like her jeans but still wearable, but decided that it's too risky. She didn't want throbbing little Henry to be tortured anymore than it was already.

She put on her husband's white shirt that gave the comforting smell and feel of the man she still loved then, and looked down at his hard-on piercing his pants. Following her eyes, Henry looked down and finally became aware of his hard cock that was beginning to leak. He turned around quickly and readjusted his cock into an inconspicuous position and turned around again.

Mandy was staring at him with her arms on her hips and head tilted to her right. Henry was paralyzed by his embarrassment and now looking down like a shy puppy. She walked to him and lifted his chin up, had him look into her eyes, placed her index finger on his lips and gave a cheeky wink. She turned around and began walking out of the room, giving her little ass a wiggle as she crossed the door.

This was the beginning of the sexual tension that would continue for the next two years to the present.

Over the next two years Mandy would tease him repeatedly. She would pinch and rub her nipples so that they would pop out of her shirt during breakfast, or she would wear a pair of revealing shorts that could barely cover her phat, juicy ass. She would walk in front of him and, exaggerating her walk, let her ass sway from side to side, luring him, daring him, to take it. She wore low-cut tops with a push-up bra, or a revealing sports bra, around the house, and apply lotion onto her buxom breasts, emphasizing her sweet, sweet tits. Henry could only get hard, pant harder, and enjoy the sweet torture. He couldn't say or do anything because, well, his stepmom could just be a naturally seductive woman, right? He couldn't assume that she's teasing him! He certainly wasn't going to complain too. What he would do was slip away as fast as possible into his room, lube up, and stroke his thick cock while squirming and thrusting his hips into the air. Mandy would smile outside with her ear to his door getting turned on to the sound of his moans and groans and his wet, sticky cock getting rubbed hard. Not long after, she would be the one pleasuring herself to her stepson, rubbing herself to the thought of him ravaging her whenever he wants.

Yes, Mandy wasn't happy with her marriage. Her husband was simply too boring, too stale. He was not only vanilla in bed, but in everything.

Mandy had parents in a swinger's collective. Her parents would regularly bring new people into their bedrooms, always keeping their sexual life fresh and exciting. Kinks were explored and orgies were regularly held at their house. During her teenage years, she and her older brother would speak to young men and women, not much older than her, that just reached the age of adulthood. There was always a young man that was stuffing her mom, and a pretty girl riding her dad's cock. These 18 to 20 year olds were children of other swingers in the same collective. They told Mandy and her older brother that they would be given a choice to join the swinging lifestyle when they came of age.

Mandy and her brothers were excited about it and her brother, a year older than her, got to join first. On his birthday her parents sat both down at the table and gave a "I'm sure you know..." speech to them and explained everything that they already knew. Her oldest brother agreed to join without a pause. Both of her parents were happy that their son was eager to join their thrilling lifestyle. Her mom gave a clap and a line of women walked into the house and stood in front of the table. Scantily clad women of all sorts were there. You had mature MILFs and cuties his age, thick and petite, tall and short and so on. Around 20 women were there to welcome the new young stud into their group.

Her brother chose the mother of his best friend. His best friend was a few months older than him and they agreed that they would sleep with each other's mom when they came of age, an event they both found agreeable and hot. Many a time did they jerk off together fantasizing about a foursome with their mothers. So close their friendship was that they were happy to exchange their mothers for the pleasure of their good friend. For a few months his friend has been giving a good pounding to their mother, and it was common to see him eat breakfast with them after a steamy, rough threesome with their parents last night. Now it was time for her brother's turn.

He went to the older woman, dressed in red lingerie with a choker on her neck, exactly the way he liked it and picked her up and carried her to his room. Soon sounds of hot, rough sex was heard from below. Sounds of choking, spanking, rough pounding, and loud dirty talk was heard and then a groan that spread throughout the house. They both came down to cheers and applause. Her brother walked down in a bathrobe and beside him was a sultry MILF with cum leaking out of her wet pussy.

Mandy realized that none of the men in the collective were sad or tired. None of them! Everyone, even until their 50s, were still young and virile and ready to hump and pump out a big load at any time of the day. Their sexually active lifestyle, she thought, kept them looking fresh and youthful. Poor Henry, she thought, he belonged to a swinging lifestyle, not the one she has now. Henry had nothing in common with his vanilla father. Mandy married hoping to lead a more stable and peaceful lifestyle, but began to regret early in her marriage. She deserved more. Henry deserved more.

Mandy opened her eyes and looked up. 30 minutes till Henry comes back. More than enough time.

Mandy was wearing a white, short tennis skirt and a sleeveless white crop top with a zip at the front. Still sitting down, she removed her black panties, wet, with a strand of grool between her pussy and panties. She broke the sticky strand with her fingers and gave them a suck one by one, then all at once. Tossing her panties under the table in front she then removed her bra underneath and tossed it next to her panties. She unzipped her front as low as possible, her top now barely covering her areolas. With an adjustment she managed to get her light brown nipples to slip out just barely. She brought up her legs and spread them wide. Her left hand gave her right nipple a painful but pleasurable pinch while her right hand reached down and started rubbing her clit.

She thought about Henry while she rubbed herself. She needed his cock. She wanted his cock. She wanted Henry to grab her by the waist from behind and thrust hard into her pussy while making her ass burn bright red from a rough spanking. 30 minutes later, her breasts are covered with her own grool and her nipples painfully hard. All worked up, she was sweating with an erotic heat, and her mid-riff dripped with sweat. Underneath there was a swollen clit with a pussy stretched out by her fingers, a pussy that needs a cock to stretch it out even further, to go even deeper. She was rubbing with a puddle of sweat and squirt under her, the result of her gushing pussy and a symbol of the fire inside her that needs to be put out soon.

Jangling keys were heard at the door. Mandy quickly straightened up and tidied up herself just a bit. She tucked her nipples just barely under her top and sat up straight. She adjusted her skirt just enough to reveal her leaking pussy. She tried to bring some order to her hair, knowing a suppressed wild look would turn him on. Knees together. Act natural.

Henry lugged himself back home. He closed the door gently, out of fatigue and weakness. A sigh. He turned away from the door and saw Mandy sitting at the edge of the couch in a relaxed position.

"Hey Mandy," he said and dragged his feet to his room.

"Hey!" said Mandy, looking back at him, "could you sit down next to me a bit?"

"Sure."

He wanted to rest in his room badly, but he would do anything for his beautiful stepmom. He had a crush on her since the day he met her and was sure that he could make her happier than his boring father.

He walked to the front of the couch and his heart started beating faster. She was looking wild and trying to keep her panting down, a much different sight from the stepmom who was always in control, teasing him every chance she got. Her glistening breasts were stretching the fabric and, with a little bounce, would've popped out of her top. Her nipples, so close to being exposed, were poking through the fabric. Her heaving mid-riff looked tender and inviting. Her thighs were kept together, with one knee over the other, not completely still, almost squirming. She had a fresh flush all over.

He sat down next to her left, not too close and not too far. She grabbed his right elbow and pulled him close, wrapping her left arm around his right. The side of their thighs now skin-to-skin. She's warm, he thought.

"Don't be afraid. I won't bite," Mandy said.

"How could I be afraid of you. You're lovely," Henry said, with a weak smile.

"How have you been doing lately? You don't look too good."

"Well I'm alright. Could be better though. One of the down periods in life, I guess. You noticed?"

"Of course I noticed. You look tired all the time, and I barely see you smile nowadays. I care about you, y'know that right?"

Henry nodded.

Mandy pushed herself closer to Henry. She rested her head on his shoulder, and pressed her breasts against his arm. Henry could smell her musk and feel her heat. Her warm breath tickled his neck. His cock throbbed and grew steadily, reaching a semi-erect state. He felt the erotic heat that came from her.

"Is there anything I could do for you? To make you feel better," Mandy said while opening her legs wide, letting Henry see the wet mess that is happening between her thighs.

Henry became fully hard at the sight of her wide opened legs, and the pink, hot, throbbing pussy that was pulsing in between. He could smell the scent coming from her pussy. His cock started to twitch. An obvious, large, shaking tent is now erected between his legs.

"There are some things that you could do..." Henry replied. He placed his right hand on her left leg and began caressing her wet inner thigh, slowly moving his hand to her warm, leaky pussy.

Mandy placed her right hand on his covered cock, rubbing slowly. "Let's get this big boy out first," she said. She unzipped his jeans slowly and reached into his pants and pulled out a slightly tanned, long and very thick cock. She gave a gentle squeeze to his rod, trying to wrap her hand entirely around his shaft. Henry let out a slight moan.

"Not wearing any underwear?" Mandy asked.

"It's more comfortable letting it hang," Henry tried to explain.

"I suppose a cock like yours shouldn't be trapped too much."

Mandy began stroking his cock slowly while kissing and licking his neck. Hand moving up, down, up, down, while massaging his neck with her tongue and lips. A few drops of precum leaked out and she began rubbing his sensitive tip by circling her wrists.

"Fuck! I can't hold it any more!" Henry moaned. He stood up and faced Mandy and took off his pants and shirt revealing his lean body. He used his strong arms and tore Mandy's top apart, revealing her large, soft, teardrop shaped tits glimmering with a layer of sweat and sex. Grabbing her legs, he pulled her towards him, pulling her legs apart. Her fully exposed pulsing pussy, wet and leaking with her juices, made his cock unbearably hard. Without hesitation he brought his engorged tip to her heavenly slit and plunged in balls deep.

Still grabbing her by the ankles, he took a moment to enjoy the feeling of his cock wrapped completely by her wet softness, letting out a heavy sigh. Mandy's mouth was open with saliva leaking and hanging from her lips. She was in shock. Her plan was to tease him, give him a long sloppy blowjob while he sat back and relaxed, moving slowly towards a hard fucking but she's now stuffed with a throbbing cock deep inside her, stretching her so good, filling her up like how she deserved.

After that short moment, Henry opened his eyes and began thrusting like a mad animal. He was plowing her as hard as he could, as fast as he could. Loud and uncontrolled, his grunts filled the room, mixed with Mandy's moans. She has never felt so possessed before. No one has ever taken her like this. Her eyes rolled back and her mind slowly slipped away to the sounds and the sex. For the first time in a while she felt like a little slut; a feeling she has been craving for years.

Henry released her ankles and grabbed her tits. Arching his back, he brought her milkers together and sucked on them like the sex-starved animal he was. The plowing did not cease. In fact he went harder as he nibbled and feasted on her hard nipples and fucked even harder when he felt her pussy getting tighter.

Seeing her boy so wild and desperate, Mandy regained herself a bit. Just enough to take control of things. She reminded herself of her role as a stepmother. Wrapping her arms around his head and her legs around his waist she said softly into his ear "Calm down, calm down..." Henry didn't stop, not immediately, but slowly he relaxed and rested his cock as deep as he could inside her, his mouth still sucking on her tits.

She brought his head away from her breasts, now completely covered with Henry's saliva, and gave him a deep kiss. Tongues and lips pressed and rubbed against each other.

After a long time, their lips detached from each other and they looked each other in the eye. Mandy saw a tired but much more energized boy. Henry saw the loving affection and the erotic passion she had for him. "Sit down here," Mandy said. She gestured to her left.

Henry pulled out his cock reluctantly and sat down beside her. Mandy got up and straddled him as fast as possible and sat on top of his cock with ease. While his eyes were rolling back as she lowered her pussy down to his balls, she removed her torn top and flicked it aside. His readjusted eyes saw her bare upper body in all its softness, her arms resting on his shoulders.

Her skirt was still on but it didn't matter. She brought his hands to her breasts and buried his face in them. She moved her hips slowly, tightening her pussy when she went down and relaxing when she went up. "There, there," she said while patting him on the head, brushing his hair gently. He gave her kisses and gentle bites on her breasts while still buried its warmth. Her nipples were hard and tingling from the nibbles but it felt great.

Both haven't felt so good in a long time. Without any words they made love.

Henry began moving his hips, shifting them in the small range of movement that he had. Mandy knew he had to cum badly. She brought herself down completely, getting him deep inside her and said, "Does my sweet boy need to cum?" Henry nodded. "If you want to cum you have to make a promise, alright?" she continued. Henry nodded again. "You have fuck mommy hard as often as possible from now on alright? It's for your own good," she said and gave his forehead a kiss. "Yes mommy," Henry said.

She moved her hips as quickly as she could, squeezing his rod with her pussy as much as possible. His balls tightened and his cock hardened. Moans came from both but Henry got louder and louder and finally shot many thick ropes deep inside her. Mandy had him deep while he came and was enjoying the sensation of the warm load getting released inside her. His orgasm lasted longer than usual and when it ended his body relaxed and went limp. Now his head was the one lying on the back of the sofa.

They cuddled with his flaccid cock resting inside her. Kisses and caresses were exchanged. Words were spoken. Nothing will be the same again.

After a while Mandy got up and knelt between his legs. "Let me clean you up," she said. She swallowed down his flaccid cock completely and gave him the blowjob she wanted to give at the beginning. Henry's cock became harder while still inside her mouth. Her cheeks sunk while she sucked him and her tongue twirled around his tip. Mandy has always prided herself on her skills. She pressed his cock against her inner cheeks and gave him the sloppiest blowjob she could. When she brought herself up for air his cock was at full mast and beautifully covered with her spit. "Just lie back and relax," she said and continued blowing him. His hands gathered together her messy brown hair while he enjoyed her.

A jangling of keys were heard by both at the door. Her husband, his father was coming home on time. Mandy knew what she had to do.

"Let's not hide it," she said and gave a grin.

"Let's not hide it," he replied smiling in return.

He brought her head down onto his cock and moaned loud and clear while she gagged hard on Henry's cock for her husband to see.

2. Needless to say a divorce happened and Henry followed Mandy back to her swingers collective. Henry's father did settle down with a new wife, a much more suitable one for him. They visit each other once every few weeks.