Chapter 4

A stepmother who seduces her stepson may not be considered to be having an incestuous relationship by some people, but the truth of the matter is that she is doing precisely that. Take the case of Mrs. Cash and her stepson, Jerry.

Mrs. Cash was a thirty-year-old brunette with curves in all the right places. She had been married to Jerry's father, Herman, for three years before she first seduced the boy who, at the time, was fourteen years of age. The seduction of the blond, good-looking boy was not entirely unplanned.

Mrs. Cash was alone almost every evening because her husband worked the second shift in an automobile factory. She began looking forward to seeing Jerry arrive home from school each weekday. The boy had grown considerably in the past year and Mrs. Cash, because her husband was older and not romantically inclined, did not fail to take note of the way his pants protruded in the front. Jerry, as most boys his age, was in the habit of wearing very tight-fitting slacks or jeans which revealed the contours of his parts to inquisitive eyes. His stepmother, a passion-driven, imaginative female, who had never in her life gotten enough of the sex she wanted most, could not take her eyes off his crotch.

It was a Monday afternoon when Jerry came into the house, arriving home from school. Mrs. Cash was stretched out sexily on the sofa in the front room, having planned it that way. She was wearing her very skimpy hot pants, her figure being definitely good enough to afford such a luxury. Mrs. Cash knew this, and this was the day she planned to force the boy to become aware of it.

"Jerry, dear," she called throatily as he entered the house and threw down his jacket. "Will you come here, please?" She did not sit up on the sofa but continued lying down in order to look as seductive as possible, which was considerable.

Jerry walked over to her and trained his gray eyes on her body. "Yeah?" he said nervously. He never called her "mother." Once in a while he called her by her first name, Marsha. He had no overt hostility toward her. It was just that he didn't quite know how to handle being alone with her.

Mrs. Cash had previously arranged her low-cut blouse so that when she moved in a certain way, most of her ample breasts would be revealed to him. She made the move now and was rewarded by seeing the quick look of hot lust leap into his eyes. This kid, she knew, was ready for sex.

"Jerry," she said softly, making her tone very seductive sounding. "Why are you staring at me so? Is something wrong?" She glanced down at the front of his pants and saw that there was indeed something wrong-only she quite naturally preferred to think of it as something right. The boy had an enormous hard-on. "Tell me son," she went on, "is something bothering you?"

Jerry's face looked strained. "No. Nothing wrong. I've...got to go to my room now."

Mrs. Cash reached out, caught his hand and held it, giving it firm little squeezes. "Don't go to your room, boy. Stay here and talk to me. I'm very lonely."

The lust in his eyes was fairly leaping out at her now. "I'd better go to my room," he said, his voice shaking with emotion.

"No," she said firmly, knowing that she must be strong or lose him altogether. "I want you to sit down here and talk to me, Jerry."

He hesitated but sat down gingerly. She was terribly conscious of that young, suckable hard-on so close to her body. The thought of it made her head swim momentarily, but she fought off the feeling and continued to press and squeeze his hand provocatively. Finally, she placed his hand on her half-covered breasts. She watched him closely as he flushed slightly and moistened his lips, but he did not remove his hand.

"I'd better go," he stammered, looking extremely ill at ease.

"What's the matter, boy. Don't you like to feel a woman's titties?" She knew she was taking a long chance at being this overt with him, but Mrs. Cash was desperate-hot and desperate. If he told her husband, well, the hell with it.

"Of course I do," he surprised her by answering. "But not my...stepmother's."

"I promise not to tell your father, boy, if that's what is worrying you." She looked him steadily in the eyes, her own eyelids lowered seductively.

Jerry gulped several times. "What...do...you...want...me to...do, Marsha?"

She liked having him call her by her first name. It made them more intimate. However, she knew she had to be very careful at this point, so she smiled nicely at him before she spoke. "I'd like you to take your peter out of your pants, dear." Her words were in a whisper.

He grinned lustfully. "What did you say?" His face was quite red now.

Mrs. Cash took a deep breath, held it, let it out quickly. "I said, I want you to take your prick out of your pants and let me see it."

Jerry hesitated, looked at her, looked away from her but finally unzipped his fly. His face grew more strained and red-looking by the moment. When he had removed his slim penis, and she caught her first look at the lovely swollen tube, Mrs. Cash drew in her breath deeply as before. "Oh...," she cried softly. "What a pretty prick, Jerry." She made an outrageous gesture with her lips, pursing them in exaggeration and thrusting them towards his penis. "Put the pretty prick between my lips, dear. I want to suck the pretty prick." Mrs. Cash was almost out of her mind with passion now. "Please, Jerry boy, put the pretty prick in my mouth." She parted her red lips invitingly.

Jerry dropped to his knees beside the sofa, pushed his pants down over his hips, along with his briefs, and aimed his prick at his stepmother's lips. Mrs. Cash shut her eyes as she felt the warm, rubbery tube being thrust between her lips. She closed her lips tightly around the exciting rigidity and applied suction to it. She heard Jerry sucking in air greedily.

"Jesus Christ," he moaned, "that feels great. Suck me, Marsha, suck the hell out of me."

It was music to hear him speak in this manner, especially since she had been dreaming about having him do exactly that for some time. Mrs. Cash kept her eyes closed and moved her head back and forth, the hard cock rubbing across her lips nearly causing her to have a sudden orgasm. She thought she was going to die from sheer excitement for a time, her heart was beating and hammering so wildly within her chest.

"Suck me," Jerry cried over and over. "Suck me, make me come, please!"

Mrs. Cash opened her eyes to see the expanse of boy-flesh and pubic hair so close to her face. Because she had most of his slim prick in her mouth, she could not see it, so she moved her head back coming to the head of his penis with her lips. Now she stared at the thing, what she could see of it at such close range. She was amazed at how easily she had seduced him, orally. She had thought he would put up a much stiffer resistance to being sucked off by her.

Sometimes it paid to be direct and overt, she now knew.

She lay on her side as he began to pump his prick into her mouth and, as she did so, her hands stole to her breasts to lift them out of her blouse and have them available, in case he decided to fondle them while she sucked him off. It was some moments before he apparently discovered her exposed breasts. Then she heard him sucking in air again, as he had done previously and then felt his hands playing with her titties in frantic fashion.

Ah, but it was nice, she thought. It was so nice.

He was no longer on his knees beside the sofa. Now he had crawled on top of her without ever once removing his penis from her sucking lips. He started pulling at her hot pants in an attempt to draw them down over her hips. Mrs. Cash lifted her hips as much as she could to help him. He finally succeeded in yanking them down far enough for him to pull down her pantyhose and kiss her cunt. Mrs. Cash tightened her lips about his pumping penis, as she felt the hot kisses being rained on her cunt. God, he was wonderful! He was wonderfully hot. He was actually cunt-lapping her, a thing which she had hardly dared hoped for. Mrs. Cash spread her legs as much as she could and finally, when she saw she could not get them far enough apart for his head to go between her thighs, she lifted one leg bringing it down over his back, her great warm thighs caressing the sides of his face.

Apparently Jerry liked this for he began kissing her cunt with renewed vigor. It was at this point that Mrs. Cash felt his pointed tongue enter her cunt in the most excitable fashion imaginable. She strained to part her thighs even more and in doing so succeeded, quite by chance, in "swallowing" his tongue with her cunt.

"Oh...Jerry, boy," she moaned. "This is delicious. Suck my cunt, dear, suck it like a good boy."

He stopped kissing her slit for a moment. "Boy, am I glad you asked me to take my prick out, Marsha. Gee, you're a hot bitch."

Mrs. Cash smiled, not at all caring that he had called her a bitch. "Thank you, Jerry boy. You're a hot bastard, yourself." Actually, she rather liked being called a bitch.

He laughed oddly and kissed her wet cunt again. "I sure am hot, and you're the bitch that makes me that way. Wow!"

"Come on, you cunt-lapping bastard," she laughed, "get busy on my puss. I need to have an orgasm, boy."

"Okay, you cock-sucking bitch," he returned. "While I make you blow your nuts, you can suck the jism out of my prick."

"Oh, I want to suck the jism out of your prick so much, boy. Hurry and fuck me in the mouth again."

He thrust his penis back between her lips, which she gratefully took in and sucked on it furiously as she felt him working over her cunt with his lips and tongue. God, his tongue was pointed and hot and wet and wonderful. Whatever made it feel so damned hot like this? She had never known a male tongue to be so hot even though she had had quite a few tongues up her box prior to her marriage.

"Hey," he cried, pumping his prick into her mouth as he spoke, "this is the greatest fun I ever had. How come you decided you were going to do it to me today? Have you had a fight with my father or something?"

Mrs. Cash stiffened a little. "No, no fight. Your father doesn't like to suck me or have me suck him."

"Boy, he doesn't know what he's missing. How come he doesn't like something great like this?"

"I don't know. Let's not talk about him. Let's concentrate on going off, dear."

"Sure, okay. That sounds good to me, Marsha."

She was pleased again at hearing him call her Marsha. With his penis between her lips, hearing him call her by her first name made the whole affair somehow even more delectable.

They retained their positions with him above and she below. He continued to pump his penis wildly into her mouth, while he darted his tongue in and out of her slit with greater speed and expertise now.

"You're getting very good at this, Jerry boy," Mrs. Cash gasped, fighting to regain her normal rate of breathing but finding it impossible. "Keep it up, boy. Your tongue feels so very good up my cunt."

He began a fucking movement again, so she made her lips round like the letter "O" and allowing his rigidly stiff penis that dripped beads of thick fluid every few moments to pass over them. There was nothing so exciting as being permitted to suck a male dick in Mrs. Cash's opinion. While she also enjoyed fucking, she had finally arrived at the opinion that oral sex was even more fascinating. It was especially fascinating when it was done in an incestuous relationship such as the one she was presently experiencing. How nice his body was. She knew considerable about this, for she had been in bed with more than one young boy in her life, generally having a preference for them over the more mature male. The more mature male made demands that she might not care to fulfill, while the boys were glad of any attention she cared to bestow on them, sexually. Mrs. Cash liked to manage things. Especially she liked to manage the sex act. Being in charge, or at least having the feeling that she was in charge, was something she devotedly hoped for. Mrs. Cash felt that she was in charge of things now that Jerry was doing what he was doing, because she had provoked him into it. This sort of thing she knew to be distinctly delicious.

"Go deeper, boy," she cried out to Jerry. "Go deeper into my cunt." Saying this, she began an upward fucking movement of her own.

This appeared to turn him on considerably for he moaned and caught at her thighs, hugging them fiercely, while his tongue dipped farther into her slit. "Oh...." he moaned. "This is just great." He plunged his tongue so far up her box that Mrs. Cash shuddered with sudden delight and then had a quick and beautiful orgasm. She fortunately was the type of woman who could, on occasion, have orgasms from almost nothing -a touch, a look, a word spoken in a certain manner. A tongue up her cunt brought it on easily and often.

As so often happens when people engage in turnabout sex on sofas, they fell to the floor. Neither were harmed by the fall just jarred a little. Jerry, however, was now on the bottom with Mrs. Cash on top, her loins pumping wildly at his head as his tongue was rapidly going in and out of her wet, slippery cunt.

Of course it happened-she had an enormous orgasm, so enormous that it left her weak and breathless. She never for one moment, though, ceased sucking the boy's cock. Soon, he reached his peak and she felt him stiffen and cry out even as his rigid penis began its wonderful spurting.

Mrs. Cash sucked her stepson's rigid cock until it was unable to deliver any more goodies. Then they rested.

It was the following evening that she was in bed, naked, hoping the boy would come and crawl in beside her. Time passed and there was no sign of him. She knew he had gone out earlier but had not expected him to remain out so late. Glancing at the clock on her dresser, she noted it was eleven-thirty. Her husband would be home from work in another two hours, and if the boy did not return soon she could not have sex with him. She began to fidget considerably, but tried not to allow herself to become annoyed at the boy. If she permitted this to take place she would grow angry, and she knew from experience that there is nothing as self-defeating, sexually, as anger.

Mrs. Cash, the lovely, brunette, sex-hungry stepmother, had no intention of permitting herself to be defeated sexually, ever.

She waited as patiently as she could.

Finally, she heard the front door open and slam shut. As her heart hammered, she got up from the bed to glance at herself in the dresser mirror. She looked fine. Just fine. Mrs. Cash was an honest woman. She seldom, if ever, kidded herself. She knew when she looked good and when she did not. When she did not, she did something constructive about it and never complained to herself.

Now because she knew she looked seductive, she relaxed against the pillows and waited for Jerry to knock on the door. This he did almost precisely two minutes later.

"Yes," she called out. "Who is it?" She knew damned well who it was.

The door came open a bit. "It's me," the boy said. "Can I come in and...talk to you?"

Mrs. Cash felt her pulse quicken. Clearing her throat she replied, "Yes, of course you may come in, dear." She glanced down quickly to make certain her lovely breasts were showing almost in their entirety. "Come in," she added hastily, "and close the door, Jerry."

The boy pushed the door open-she had not seen him as yet-and as he did so, she observed that he was stark naked and that his penis was rigid. Mrs. Cash drew in her breath quickly and held it, releasing it slowly. What an experience it was to see a young boy's erection.

"I want to fuck you, Marsha," he blurted out staring at her nude breasts hungrily. "I have to fuck you tonight. I'm going crazy for a fuck."

"Oh...how nice of you to say so...are you sure you have to fuck? Wouldn't you prefer having me suck your cock, boy?" She enjoyed speaking in this playful manner.

It was almost amusing the way his penis gushed out fluid that flew high into the air forming a half circle and ending up on the carpeting.

"My," she cried, "you certainly must be hot tonight, dear boy. Please come close to me if you've stopped your cock from gushing. Have you?"

He glanced down at himself somewhat sheepishly. "Yes, it's stopped. Wow! When you spoke about sucking my cock, it just blew sky high."

"So I noticed," she murmured, her heart hammering.

"May I...fuck you?" he blurted, his lips looking extremely wet, as wet as the head of his penis.

Mrs. Cash, of course, liked very much to be asked permission. Especially since it was being done in such a humble manner. "Why, yes, dear. If you wish to fuck your stepmother, you may do so, provided you are very good at fucking. Are you very good at fucking, boy? Are you a cock expert?"

"I don't know, but my cock's awful hard," he stammered.

"That certainly means a lot." Mrs. Cash threw the covers off her body entirely, revealing to his lustful gaze her lush and ample nudity. "Come, boy. Get on top of your stepmother, and show her what you can do with your prick." She was fairly drooling now.

His face grew red just as it had the previous time. She discovered she liked this reaction from him-it made him appear so virginal, and there was something refreshingly stimulating about this. "All right," he said, and moved close to the bed. "I'll get on top."

Mrs. Cash kept her eyes glued to the boy's steadily leaking penis, hoping it wouldn't run out of its squirtings before her cunt could capture it. Merely thinking along these lines made her hotter than before, a condition she was profoundly in favor of. There was nothing in life, she felt, that could compare with the hot-and-bothered feeling, the need to be fucked, sucked or both.

"Shall I just crawl on top of you?" he asked, fingering his rigid tool in an uncertain manner.

Mrs. Cash noticed how very red and angry looking his penis was and wondered briefly what made it that way. "Yes, dear, you may crawl on top and sink the shafter in my cuntie." She looked at him. "Please hurry."

He got on the bed, his face taut, his eyes afire with lust, his fingers holding his penis as it continued to drip beads of male juice. "Boy, I'm hot," he grunted and lay down on her, his blond hair tickling the side of her face.

Mrs. Cash felt his long, slim penis poking at her cunt, so she spread her lovely thighs quickly, wantonly, feeling his rigidity entering her body quickly. This surprised her as she had thought he would take half the night getting the thing up her twat.

"Now, be careful, boy," she told him as he began to pump prick into her. "Don't fuck too fast or you'll break the contact."

She soon realized she might just as well have saved her suggestion for he paid no attention to it. On the contrary, he began to fuck her with a kind of wild and reckless fury. His cock seemed longer now than previously, and he was using it with all the expertise of a thirty-year-old man. She decided that even he did not know he was fucking her as well as he was. He was pumping prick into her so well simply because of his almost overwhelming passion and urge. The way his penis plunged back in deeply and savagely told her this. Mrs. Cash began to purr like a cat having its back scratched.

"God," she murmured, aware of pleasure passing through her, "what a hot, young fucker I've got on my hands. How nice it will be to fuck and suck him every night. I don't have to hunt for fucking any longer. I have the hottest piece of ass in town here in my own home." She began to fuck upward, meeting him as he continued to thrust his stiff penis far inside of her cunt.

Mrs. Cash felt it happening to her first. She became exceedingly warm and flush; her body giving off an overpowering amount of heat causing the boy to fuck harder and faster. When she felt the release happening to him as well-when she felt the first sting of thick squirtings from his cock as it struck the inner walls of her cunt, she cried out wildly and loudly. Wrapping her lovely legs about his slender body and holding him in a deadly grip, she used her strong experienced cunt much in the manner of a plumber using a "plumber's helper" when he unplugs a sink.

She used suction.

Cunt suction.

Her cunt drew out the contents of his penis quickly. His explosion inside of her caused her to have three successive orgasms, one quickly following on the heels of the other, and the combination of the three left her weak and gratified.

"Oh...Jerry, boy," she groaned. "That was the best fuck I ever had in my life." It was the best fuck she had ever known. There would be many more to come, she knew. Mrs. Cash, now that she had both sucked off and fucked her stepson, was not the type of woman to ever permit him to cease.

She would suck him and fuck him as long as she could manage to keep him at home. Already she was busy making plans on how to keep him at home after his high school days were over. She knew what she would do to accomplish this. She would get him a soft, easy job that paid handsomely so that he could not afford to leave home. She would keep him constantly reminded that it was she who had obtained this job for him, just in case his urges started taking him out into the world to look for cunt.

Mrs. Cash would keep this cock at home. She had to. It was the only good cock she could wrap her cunt around. Her husband was no good. She did not care for mature men anymore. Ah yes, it was imperative that she teach him it was his responsibility to fuck her often. It could be done, she knew.

Young boys, insofar as getting fucked are concerned, were extremely manageable.

Wonderful thought.

Mrs. Cash smiled happily.