WRITER'S NOTE: I appreciate the feedback from readers on the first part of this tale. As with most of my stories, I let my imagination lead the narrative as I write. What follows is what I have thought about and what I think readers will enjoy. That said, in Part One I mentioned Megan's "parents." I've decided to alter that. Megan's mom is divorced. I hope all enjoy the continuation.
Both Saturday and Sunday morning, Bret learned more about how his life had changed. Susan woke up horny Saturday. Like most teenage boys, her son was sleeping in. She went into his room, peeled off her sleep shirt and laid down next to him. Her soft kisses on his face woke him up. Her hand reached between his legs to encourage his hardening cock.
"Mprning sex is fun. Let's fuck," she said.
Sunday morning, Bret had taken the initiative. She was at the kitchen sink cleaning up after breakfast when he hugged her from behind, his hands reaching around to fondle her breasts through her thin robe.
She laughed when he said, "Morning sex is fun. Let's fuck." They had quickly walked to the den where Susan bent over the end of a couch and Bret fucked her standing doggy.
When Brian returned from his trip late Sunday afternoon, Susan gave him a big hug and whispered in his ear.
"Did my big man have a fun weekend?" He nodded slightly, grinning. "Well, have I got a story to tell you... but you have to wait until tonight."
Sunday night, Brian was reading some business papers. He was wearing gym shorts. Susan crawled into bed wearing her usual oversized sleep shirt. He put the papers aside.
"Well, wife, are you gonna tell me the story you promised?"
Susan cuddled in the crook of his arm, her fingers lightly stroking his chest and teasing his nipples as she recounted the Friday threesome with his son and Meg and the Saturday and Sunday fucks. Brian's cock tented his shorts.
"Wow," he said when she finished. "Just... wow. Megan is such a hottie and you... and Bret. That lucky mother fucker."
"Stepmother fucker," Susan corrected with a giggle.
Brian chuckled. "I think it's time I reclaimed my territory."
He rolled her on her back, pushed her shirt up to expose her mound. He pushed his shorts down, his hard, thick staff bobbing free. "We're gonna fuck," he growled.
Brian positioned his cock at the entrance of her slit. She was moist and not entirely ready, gasping at the suddenness but excited by the control he was exerting.
"Yeah, baby. I've been a bad wife, haven't I?"
His hips lurched and his cock invaded her tight tunnel. They each groaned and grunted. Brian began to fuck her hard and fast, his crotch banging against hers. Susan's hands grabbed his hips, pulling him against her.
"Fuck me good and hard. Give me a big load of your hot cum."
Brian's mind was flashing images of his wife, his son and his girlfriend in various sexual combinations. Susan was flexing her pussy walls, which had slickened. His hard thrusts were making her breasts bounce and roll. Brian's balls quivered as he felt his orgasm build.
He banged his cock home deep and held it there as it twitched in pleasure, his hot jizz exploding deep in his wife's clenching pussy.
"Mmmmm. Baby. Sooooo gooood. I'm so close," Susan whispered.
Inspired by his enjoyable orgasm, Brian let his lust take over. He withdrew his cock, a few spurts of cum landing on Susan's mound. He gazed at her quivering pussy.
"I'll make you cum," he growled. He buried his face against her mound, his lips and tongue lapping and sucking, tasting his sperm and her juices. His lips encircled her clit, lightly nibbling and then sucking it hard.
Susan's hips lurched, and her back arched. She loved how her mate had no qualms about tasting his own cum or eating her after she had been fucked by another man. Her fingers tangled in his air, pulling him hard against her crotch.
"YESSSSSS, YOU NASTY MAN. LICK IT ALLLLLLLL UPPPPP. EAT MY SLOPPY PUSSY."
Susan's passion crested and her upper thigh muscles quivered as her orgasm peaked. Brian's mouth opened wide and sucked all of her pussy flesh hard and deep. He released it with a loud plop.
Brian leaned forward, covering her body with his as they kissed deeply. Susan's tongue licked his lower face, tasting their combined juices.
Before sleeping, they cuddled. They talked frankly of what sexual adventures might be in store.
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That same evening in a house a few miles away, a discussion was happening about events of the weekend.
Megan had spent most of Saturday and Sunday replaying the events at the Walker home. The sexual experience with her boyfriend and his stepmom had, quite simply, rocked her world. In a few months she would be away at college and now she felt like she was no longer a high school girl but a young woman.
Cathy, her mother, had raised Megan to be independent because that's how Cathy had lived the last 15 years of her life. Three years after Megan was born, her husband stunned her by saying he wanted a divorce. He wanted a complete change in his life. He agreed to a generous split and diligently supplied child support for his daughter.
Left to fend for herself as a single mother, Cathy only allowed herself a few weeks of wallowing in despair and anger. Then she set out on a course to make sure she would be a woman who would never depend on a man for support. Using some of an inheritance from her grandfather, she started a real estate agency that soon became successful. As Megan moved into middle school, Cathy was able to be more CEO than worker bee.
That allowed her to reward herself with more "me" time. Since her teen years, sex had been a major pursuit. She was bi and enjoyed variety. Once her business took off, she was able to date more. She wasn't interested in finding a new mate, but she made sure to schedule trysts -- with men and women -- on a regular basis. Cathy was a petite brunette who many thought resembled a young Sally Field. She rarely had trouble "hooking up" when the mood hit.
When Megan reached puberty, Cathy made sure to have honest and explicit talks with her daughter. They had always had a wonderful, close relationship. During Megan's teenage years, her mother's understanding, support and willingness to talk had made them even closer. Meg shared her sexual "firsts" and Cathy offered advice only when her daughter asked for it.
During the day Sunday, Megan and Bret had texted. He had excitedly told her about bonking his mom two more times. She responded that she was jealous that he had such a hot, sexy mom.
That night, Megan wanted to unburden herself. Cathy was curled up on a couch in the den, reading a book. After finishing some homework in her room, Megan walked in and asked if they could talk.
