As always everyone is over 18 in these fictional stories, this one now leans towards incest with his Stepmother, so if that's not your thing please read something else.
I woke up with the biggest smile on my face, I'd snuck back into my house last night coming straight to bed. I'd fallen asleep dreaming of her, being inside of her and the dreams that had provided were off the charts, I knew this was a fling for her and I made sure to keep myself in line.
Remembering last night had woken me up in no uncertain terms and I was slowly stroking my cock with a hazy smile on my face. I didn't hear when the door opened but the gasp sure brought me back to earth with a bang, I looked over to find my stepmother standing there with her hand covering her mouth. Her eyes were glued to the tenting sheet still moving as my hand continued to stroke my cock lazily, shit!
"Mom what the hell!" I yelled, well the best defence is a strong offence, "you could at least knock!"
She looked mortified at the thought that this could be her fault, she spun around and marched her cute ass back into the hall slamming the bedroom door. Shit shit shit!
But then I thought, well she's gone now so why waste it, as I grabbed my hard friend she knocked firmly on the damn door! For fucks sake she knew I was busy!
"What?" I yelled, but she burst back in any way,
Her face glowing a shocking shade of red, her eyes immediately returned to my tented glory, still standing proud although the slight damp patch on the sheet made me wince slightly and her eyes widen further.
"What are you doing young man?" she asked me sternly,
"Well, when a man's blood goes to his penis he needs to....." I said smiling as she rudely interrupted me
"What! What the hell Mat I know that!" she spluttered so flustered I couldn't resist teasing her further.
"Then why did you ask me Mother dearest," I replied smugly enjoying her squirm, she always had the upper hand in our relationship knowing her divine hotness made me more geek than normal.
"I meant why are you doing that here, now?" she asked, madder than she should be.
"Well I imagine you would be mad if I stroked myself at the breakfast table, but surely in my own, what should be private room, I am allowed to express myself," I said smiling as her eyes were still glued to the tent in my sheets.
I stared at her then, she had tight black yoga pants on with a tight t-shirt, she was obviously on her way to a class, and my cock twitched violently in appreciation for her fantastic lithe body.
"Oh my," she gasped softly and took a step back as if her purity was under attack, she was a very religious woman, my stepmother.
This was probably the only reason my father knew she could be left alone so often while he travelled with work, she was the purest non-virgin I'd ever met. Which was saying something, since she made me get up on a Sunday and go to her bloody church!
"Matthew, why is it doing that?" she asked gasping, as my cock was still bouncing in appreciation of her gorgeous body, apparently, it now thought we were Don Juan!
"Well you interrupted my morning routine Mommy," I said softly, watching her eyes widen at the words, "so he is reacting to what's in front of him,"
Her eyes flew so wide they almost left her head! She gasped aloud and walked away at an Olympic-standard pace, I heard the door slam and the car drive off as I broke down into real belly laughs. What the hell! When did I become able to talk to hot women, maybe that's a side effect of the best loss of virginity recorded this side of the Atlantic, yes I was proud of myself.
Unfortunately, there was a note on the kitchen counter outlining my chores for the first day of summer. After breakfast I set about them without even complaining to myself and by mid-morning I was finishing up mowing the back garden, it was already hot and I had taken my shirt off. No longer as self-conscious about my skinny body, was sex this good a cure for everything?
I looked up to see my Stepmother Mary staring wide-eyed at me again, shit this was probably too short, she was very particular about the grass but she turned and went into the kitchen.
"Mrs Reynolds called me earlier," she said quietly when I walked into the kitchen after putting the mower away,
"Oh yeah, her laptop may need some more work," I said absentmindedly,
"Yes she says between that and some yard work she needs doing, she is going to be keeping you pretty busy," my Stepmother said looking smug, she hated me staying inside working on my laptop.
"What really? You didn't agree already did you?" I asked, adding my extra whiney voice to cheer her up and throw her off the scent.
"Yes sorry I did, idle hands are the devil's work after all," she said looking at my cock, she blushed when I coughed drawing her attention to my raised eyebrow.
"Maybe I should start locking my door," I replied, smiling at her scowling reaction,
"You should stop doing that! That's what you should do young man," she said standing tall,
Which was laughable being as she was 5 feet nothing, with dark dirty blonde bobbed hair, a petite lithe body with a small tight firm ass and small pert breasts which at thirty-four she had worked hard to get. I mean who was all the work for? I was sure Dad was sleeping elsewhere as she was frigid in that religious, we should only copulate to procreate kind of way.
"I'm afraid we will have to agree to disagree there, Mommy," I loved her reaction to that word, "I mean, I'm eighteen years old, young dumb and full of...."
"Don't you dare finish that sentence young man!" she screeched, Making me laugh out loud,
"Well you did ask, maybe we should ask Dad what he thinks of you banning me from stroking my hard throbbing Cock, even in the privacy of my own room," I said delighting at her wince at the image, although, did she just lick her lips?
"Stop this now! We will no longer talk about it." she said firmly and then out of nowhere added, "You need a haircut young man, I will be making an appointment with my friend,"
Wait, was that supposed to be punishment, her friend was also in my top five fapping targets, Selena was a bubbly blonde of questionable religion, she was a 5 ft 6 slice of heaven with a thirty-four-year-old yoga-built body. She was slightly thicker than my mom but not as voluptuous as Emilia, with 36c tits and an ass that featured in many a man's dreams, just like mommys.
Wait, why was I continuing to call her Mommy? It was to wind her up not me ffs!
"Fair enough, but you're paying her as it's your idea," I said loving her continued shocked reaction to my standing up for myself.
"We will see about that! Maybe a few hours in her garden will suffice," she said snidely
"I'd love an hour in her garden Mommy," I said in a husky voice and she gulped, blushed red and left the room, damn who knew this would be so much fun.
I was just finishing my sandwich when she came back in smiling, but not as sure of herself as she was earlier,
"Selena can do you in an hour, Matthew," she said, cocking her head as I laughed out loud at that, no way I'd last an hour.
"What did you mean earlier, when you said you'd love to be in her garden, Matthew?" she asked me, looking concerned,
