As I got home, I noticed my stepmom's car wasn't in the drive. She must have a client, I thought, letting myself in.
I'd first met my girlfriend Sam two years ago when we were eighteen, when she and her mom had moved into town and we had enrolled in the same college. I still remember seeing her that first day down the hall -- wavy red hair, sea-blue eyes, slim and curvy 5'4" body, and a smile that could melt the Arctic. I was tongue-tied. But somehow I'd managed to blurt out a sentence that charmed her and we'd begun dating.
A few days later, my dad had said that he'd met someone new, and I'd been overjoyed for him. He'd had a hard hit since mom died when I was four, so the thought that he might have finally found some happiness was amazing news. He'd even let me have a beer -- my very first. I remember trying to look macho and not choke on the bitterness of it. Funny now, because I love beer.
After a few months with Sam, we decided to meet the folks. I arranged for her and her mom to come across and have dinner with me and dad -- I'd done some cooking lessons so I threw together a respectable stir fry. Only to open the door and find out my girlfriend's mom was my dad's girlfriend.
Yep. I didn't see that coming.
Amber was similar to Sam. Stunningly attractive, same body structure, although she was surprisingly tall, at about 5'11", with the same wavy red hair that came down to her chest. They both had curvy bodies, although Sam's chest was bigger than her mom's. Amber had sparkling green eyes, and the same warm smile. Amber was nearly forty, but she had aged so gracefully -- she could have been mid-twenties for all I knew.
Dinner had been awkward. Turns out dad had already proposed to Amber, and they were planning to tell me in the next couple of days when I'd meet her. Dad, of course, said that that meant Sam and I couldn't continue dating, because we'd be stepsiblings. We flat out refused.
Amber, surprisingly, was on our side. We'd already built that bond, just like she and dad had, and it wasn't fair to tell us we had to scrap it just because they were getting married. Young relationships tended not to last, Amber said, and even if ours did, it was our business, not theirs.
Amber was pretty cool.
I had thought dad was pretty cool too. I could understand his logic, even if I didn't agree with it. He and Amber sealed the knot just a year after they'd met. But the day after they got back from the honeymoon, dad vanished -- no note, no goodbye, no nothing. Just a sudden absence, all his savings gone from the bank, and my poor new stepmom suddenly left to care for me by herself.
Amber didn't care much about that last part. Sam and I were given the run of the house, as long as we were careful when guests were around -- we'd had to pretend we'd broken up when our parents announced their engagement. She looked after me as good and true as any mom could.
So I stepped up and got a good-paying part-time job. Although my college had been paid for, Amber was suddenly left at home with bills to pay, so I sent money back to her to help her out however I could. Sam did the same. We still went home for holidays -- because let's face it, getting your own place isn't cheap, and when your mom doesn't care that you're sharing a bed, why hurry? Amber decided to pick up a second job and became an escort. She was tall, graceful, incredibly hot ... and of course, after some drinks at a high-end social event, who could argue the sex had been paid for?
It had been awkward the first time Amber had walked in on me and Sam though. We'd thought Amber had gone to meet a client, and so we'd decided to spice things up on my twentieth birthday by getting it on in the living room. Amber walked in right as I'd had Sam bent over the sofa screaming in pleasure, both of us completely naked. Her client had had to cancel. During dinner that night, she'd calmly said that sex wasn't anything to be embarrassed about -- hell, she had sex all the time with clients. She was often running around when running late almost completely nude herself, so if we wanted to have sex wherever we wanted in the house, we should.
So we started. We were still cautious at first, but eventually we settled into our current swing of things, where I'd bang Sam anywhere I wanted, even in the middle of dinner while Amber sat opposite us.
As I moved up the stairs, pulling myself back from memory lane, I checked in on Sam's bedroom. She wasn't around, which was a shame. I was incredibly horny and desperately wanted Sam's mouth around my cock. Looks like I'd have to settle for some porn.
So I headed to my room, found some cheesy porno from my stash, and began beating myself off.
****
Later, Sam came in, wearing just a baggy t-shirt and some panties. She'd clearly had a shower, because her hair was slightly damp.
"You're back." I smiled, moving across on my bed so she could snuggle in.
"Yeah, about an hour ago." She replied, putting her head on my chest. "I had a shower and replied to some work emails, then figured I should come and say hello because you'd definitely be home by now."
"You went to go and see one of your fuck buddies, didn't you?" I asked nonchalantly.
"Yeah." She raised her head to kiss me. "What were you up to?"
"I was at work." I sighed. "It's a pity, because I came home ready to give you a good fucking."
"Did you indeed?" She raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'm not quite in the mood right now, but how about I give you a little love to tide you over until later?" Her hand glided down my pants and grasped my hardening dick.
"Who am I to refuse?" I joked, pulling my pants down so my dick sprung free. "Take your top off, though."
Sam smiled, getting onto her knees and lifting her top over her head, freeing her large 32-DD tits. She straddled herself over me, keeping her eyes locked on mine as she lowered her mouth around my swollen member. God, how I had needed that. I leant back and watched her work for a few minutes, enjoying the sensation as she moved herself up and down.
"So I've been wondering." She asked, taking a moment and working me with her hand. "Your twenty-first is coming up in a few days. Did you want anything particular?"
I hadn't even thought about it. It wasn't easy to concentrate as she took me back in her mouth again, either. "Uh ... I'm not sure."
"Because I've had an idea on what to get you, but it's a surprise."
"As long as my birthday ends with me being able to fuck your pussy senseless, I don't really mind what happens, if I'm honest." I admitted.
"Not my pussy." She said wickedly, swallowing me whole once more and working me with increasing vigour.
I tensed as I felt myself about to explode. Sam kept going, swallowing it all without missing a beat. As she pulled up, breathing heavily with a twinkle in her eye, the door opened.
"Hey kids." Amber poked her head in, unfazed at seeing her daughter knelt over my dick. "Just letting you know I'm back."
