This story is in the first person POV, but I change storytellers midway. I hope it is not confusing. This story is pure fantasy. Enjoy reading.
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Part I
Nicolas
"Dude your step mom is so fucking hot," my friend Will said.
We had just left the kitchen where my stepmother, Lisa, was in the middle of making dinner.
"Shut the fuck up man, that's my mom," I told him.
"She's not my mother," he said.
I wished that I could say that too. I lusted after my stepmother just like my best friend did.
"Shut up anyway or I'll beat the crap out of you," I threatened him.
"Jeez don't get your panties up in a bunch."
This was always the problem whenever I had friends over, they'd spend most of the time ogling my gorgeous stepmother. I guess I couldn't really blame them too much. She was probably one of the sexiest women on the planet. She made the hottest Hollywood actresses look like dogs and the naked centerfolds in men's magazines look like pre-pubescent boys. She seemed to ooze sex out of every pore.
Her body was un-fucking believable and 100% natural. Her tits were the size of two very large cantaloupes and were amazingly pert for their size. Her waist was trim, flat, and smooth thanks to her daily workouts. Her hips were curvy and in perfect balance with her tits. She had a generous heart shaped ass that looked amazing in a pair of jeans and in actually everything else.
If you could get past staring at her body, her face was equally incredible. Her long lashed eyes were a pale green color and almond shaped, which made her look a little exotic. Her nose was cute and slender and fit her face well. Her best feature though was definitely her mouth. It was a little too wide for conventional beauty but their full and plump lips were perfect for kissing and other more carnal activities.
Not surprisingly she actually modeled for a few years before she met my dad Bruce. She was only 24 when they married and he was 16 years older than her. Many believed he married her because he wanted a hot young wife and that she married him because of his money. I suppose that was partly true, but I think that one of the reasons my Dad married Lisa was because she reminded him of my real mother, Susan, who died when I was a toddler. In the few pictures I have of my mother she shared more than a few features with Lisa.
"Honey can you come into the kitchen for a minute," my stepmother suddenly called out from the kitchen.
I left my friend Will, who was concentrated playing my newest video game, in the family room.
"Can you get the can of tomato sauce on the top shelf," she asked when I entered the kitchen.
"Sure," I replied and moved beside her.
The top of her head just reached the tip of my nose. I could smell the flowery shampoo she used on her long brown hair. And from my vantage point I could see the hint of cleavage her shirt revealed. Her skin was smooth, unlined, and blemish free, which made it hard to believe that she, was 34 and not much younger.
I easily grabbed the can she wanted and handed it to her.
"It's so nice to have a big tall man around," she told me.
"I'm here for whatever you want."
She smiled at me and told me to go back to what I was doing. If she caught my double entendre she ignored it. Sometimes I can't help the things I say to her. Usually she would take it in good humor and flirt back or she would pretend not to understand what I said at all.
An hour later Will left to go home and my stepmother called me from the kitchen to eat dinner. Most nights we ate by ourselves because Dad traveled a lot for his job. He was probably home on average about 3 days a week. He travel all over the world and got paid well for it. His salary provided us our two story five bedroom house with a pool in the back. Each of us drove a nice car and we took nice vacations, when Dad had the free time. My mom didn't have to work, but she had a part time job as a real estate agent.
After we ate dinner it was usually my responsibility to wash the dishes. Those who cook don't do the dishes was the rule in my house. When I finished the dishes I went into the family room where Mom was watching TV.
"The dishes are all done," I told her.
"Thanks honey," she said, her eyes never leaving the screen.
I sat down next to her and looked over at the TV to see what had her so riveted. I got a glimpse of bare skin when she suddenly shut it off.
"What's the deal?" I complained.
"It's nothing. You shouldn't be watching it," she replied.
"I'm already 18. I think I can take it," I told her and then I took the remote out of her hands.
I turned the TV back on and saw she had been watching a skin flick on one of the premium channels we got with our cable service. It was tame compared with the hard core porn videos I've seen, but I wasn't going to tell her that.
"Is that all?" I said when I saw a pair of naked breasts on the screen. They were nice breasts, but couldn't compare to the size of mom's melons.
"Those are no big deal. I mean yours are much nicer," I said daringly.
"You are being bold tonight young man," she admonished me.
"I meant it objectively," I said giving her a smile.
"Did you finish that English paper yet?" she asked me all of a sudden.
Crap. "No."
"Get to it," she said, poking at my thigh.
I handed her the remote and she continued to watch the movie by herself. I went upstairs to my room and began the English paper I had been putting off. I usually like English class, but we were studying Shakespeare and I had trouble with the old bard. It was going to be a long night.
It was about midnight when I heard a splash outside my window. I got up and looked outside and I saw my step mom swimming in our pool. I stood mesmerized as I watched her voluptuous body slice across the water. She was wearing a bright blue bikini that I never saw before; its vivid color accentuated her tanned skin. My step mom usually wore a one piece swimsuit when we went to the beach or swam in the pool. I never saw her wear a bikini before and she looked amazing. The cups of her bikini top barely held her large breasts. Her bikini bottom dipped low and clung tight to her wide hips.
She did about three laps across the pool and then stopped at the edge of the shallow end. Suddenly she did something that would forever be burned into my brain. My mom undid the ties of her swimsuit and then shrugged off her bikini top. My jaw literally dropped. Her tits were magnificent. In their naked glory they were bigger than I imagined. Each beautiful mound was topped with a rosy pink nipple with silver dollar sized areolas. What I wouldn't give to bury my face or cock between them. She then reached under the water and pulled up her blue bikini bottom. She leaned back and floated on her back, making her breasts look like two large balloons emerging from the water. Under the water I could barely make out the small triangle of hair between her thighs.
My cock was harder than it had ever been. Soon I found myself masturbating at the sight of my wet naked stepmother. I imagined myself diving into the pool and popping up right in front of her. She would be surprised of course but then greet me with a long hot kiss. I would cup her wet breasts into my hands and play with her nipples. I would lift her up so she floated on her back and then I would pound my cock into her. By the time she emerged from the pool in all her naked glory, my cum was all over the wall and floor around me.
After I quickly cleaned myself up I went downstairs hoping to catch a closer look at my step mom. I made it to the bottom of the stairs as she was going up. I must have startled her because she lost her balance. I reached out and grabbed her by the waist to stop her from falling.
"Nicholas you surprised me," she said, her hands clinging to my arms.
