Chapter 8
After fixing breakfast for Brad and the kids, Maggie went back to bed. She was unable to sleep. She switched on the television and watched a popular game show.
Bored and restless, after a while she switched off the television and thought about her life. Brad was good to her and she loved him, but their sex-life was a zero. The kids were okay. Even Melissa was gradually warming up. But in the back of her mind, Maggie was convinced there was more to life.
She thought about her father and their affair and smiled to herself. Rising up, she slipped into a negligee. Dave had given it to her for her birthday. It was sexy and sheer, and occasionally, she brought it to his place when they made love.
When the doorbell rang, she was startled. For a moment, she considered changing into another robe, but she figured if it was a neighbor, it wouldn't matter. All the neighbors were women-unfortunately, she thought.
She ran downstairs and swung the door open. It wasn't a neighbor. It was Dave.
"Dad, what are you doing here?"
He pecked her on the cheek.
"I had an urge to see you," he said, patting her ass.
"I thought it was a neighbor. That's why I came to the door in this wicked thing."
Dave beamed. "You're a fine figure of a woman!"
She rubbed against him. "It isn't every father who buys his kid a sexy get-up like this."
She fixed fresh coffee and they chatted easily while they drank it. Sometimes they just talked and didn't go to bed. That was the nice thing about having an affair with her father. She knew he loved her for herself and not just for her cunt.
During a pause in the conversation, he cleared his throat. He took her hand and kissed her palm lightly. Then he got to his feet, taking her hands, urging her to rise, too. Putting his arms around her, he kissed her full on the mouth.
She felt an exhilarating rush as he touched her. His hands landed on her ass and she felt her pussy grow wet.
"I don't have much time," he said, pressing his lips to hers.
"I didn't think you were interested today."
"I'm always interested."
"Let's get into bed!"
"No, there's no time. I've got to get back to work."
"Then let's go into the den and use the sofa."
In the den they lay down. By now, the horny brunette was a hotbed of lust. As usual, her father turned her on quickly. But she didn't want him to fuck her. Not yet, anyway. She wanted to suck his cock first. She always enjoyed blowing his prick.
"You want to suck it, don't you?" he said, no and snickered.
"You know I do, Dad!"
"Here." He unzipped his fly, took her hand and moved it against his prick.
His soft fuck-pole pulsated in her fist. She hauled it out, got a firm grip on his cock-shaft and began jerking it. She didn't want his cock in her mouth until it had some starch to it.
Her negligee opened and her tits spilled out. She sat with her legs spread, inviting her father to touch her cunt.
Instead of touching her pussy, he began sucking on her tits. His sucking made her hotter and soon she was beating his cock-meat in a frenzy.
"Easy, girl, easy!" he said.
"Oh, Dad, no one turns me on the way you do!"
"It's too bad we didn't start fucking years ago!"
"Isn't it funny that we waited until I got married?"
"Yeah, isn't it?"
When his pants and shorts were off, she lay back and watched him squat down until his cock hung over her face. She couldn't wait any longer. She grabbed his prick and stuffed it into her mouth.
He faced her feet, so she was able to squeeze his ass while she sucked his prick. She licked his balls at intervals. He groaned and lurched forward. But she didn't want him sucking her cunt. Not yet.
"Let me make you cum, Dad," she said, squeezing his balls gently and tonguing his cock.
"Yeah, honey, make me cum," he wheezed.
When she felt his cum gush up in his cock-head, she clamped her lips over his prick-tip to get his juice.
She sucked his cock until he collapsed on top of her. But before she had a chance to think, he was eating her cunt. His tongue felt so good on her cunt, she lay back and let the sensations wash over her.
"Let the good times roll," she said, giggling, lacing her fingers through his hair. She felt the stirrings of an orgasm, but he stopped sucking just before she came. "Bring me off, Dad!"
Fastening his lips to her clit, he sucked her little clit-bud into his mouth. He kissed her after she came, kissed the middle of her pussy-slit and tilted her ass back and tongued her ass-crack.
He stuffed two fingers into her pussy and snickered. "I've got to get back to work, honey."
"Oh, Dad, what a nice surprise! No one fucks me like you do!"
The following day, Maggie went shopping and arrived home late. She was feeling no pain. After a three-martini lunch with a girlfriend, she felt nicely mellow, but not drunk.
She called out. No one answered. Then she remembered that Craig was working late and Melissa was spending the night at a friend's. She didn't have to bother with dinner for herself and Jason. Feeling slightly lost and alone, she made her way to the liquor cabinet and fixed herself a drink.
Upstairs in the bedroom, she gazed at herself in the mirror as she undressed. Her eyes looked glazed. She'd been hitting the bottle lately, and it showed.
On an impulse, she took her drink to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Sometimes a shower cleared her head and brought everything into perspective.
She had just begun soaping up her pussy when she heard the knock on the door. "Who is it?"
"It's me," Jason said. "I hate to bother you, but I've got to piss real bad and you told us not to use toilet down the hall because it's broken!"
Maggie put the soap down. Damn! she thought. That's what happens when you have an old house with only one damn bathroom that's good for anything!
"It's okay, I'm in the shower," she said, sliding the bar of soap over her tits.
"I'm real sorry, Maggie," Jason said as he entered the bathroom.
"Just don't peek."
"You too," he said as he stood before the toilet and unzipped his fly.
"I'm not looking," she said, increasing the shower spray.
"Me either."
She listened to the boy piss into the toilet bowl and the sound turned her on. She quickly rinsed off and pushed the shower curtain back. When Jason saw her naked body, he turned, causing the last few drops of piss to run down his leg.
"Jesus, Maggie!" he hissed.
She grabbed a towel and covered herself.
"Sorry. I thought your back was turned."
The teenager quickly tucked his cock back into his jeans. "I'm sorry. But when I saw you, well, hell, you know how it is!"
She tousled his hair, half-covered herself and rubbed the end of the towel between her legs. "What's the difference? We're family, aren't we?"
Jason hurried out of the room, but not before she saw him staring hotly at her thighs.
By the time she went downstairs to fix supper, he was settled in the den doing his homework. His mind was not on the books. His mind was on his stepmother.
He wondered if Maggie was asking for it. Coming out of the shower while he was pissing. Damn, he thought, his balls ached! She was as pretty as Liz. Maybe prettier. And her tits were incredible. The size of grapefruit.
He had fucked Melissa the night before and Liz two days ago. But he was horny again. He had a raging hard-on. Maggie hadn't helped, stepping naked out of the shower.
Supper was tuna salad, macaroni and sliced tomatoes. Maggie opened a bottle of white wine and offered some to the boy.
"It's not much," she said, sipping her wine, "but there's ice cream in the freezer and your favorite cookies."
"It's fine." He noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra. She had put on a dress, but the way her nipples jutted out made it obvious she was naked under it.
Maggie drank more than she ate. Jason ate most of the tuna and all of the tomatoes. His cock twitched every time Maggie got up to get more wine or bread.
He gulped his wine. Jesus, he thought, she looked sexy. And she was flirting with him. Every time she sat down, she deliberately pushed her tits out.
After supper, they sat down in the den to watch television. It would be hours before Craig came home. Maggie was beginning to wonder if Jason even knew she was flirting with him. He was acting so dense. Just like his father.
She found herself moving closer to him. When she cuddled against his arm, he slowly draped it over her shoulders.
"That's nice," she whispered.
"You mean, you don't mind?"
"No, I like it. You're a very sexy, young man, Jason!"
"So are you." He chuckled. "Sexy, I mean."
"I knew what you meant." She kissed his cheek.
He turned to her, eyes wide. "Maggie?"
"What, honey?"
"Can I kiss you?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
His mouth came down on hers. He tasted sweet and young, rather than sexy. But when she slipped her tongue into his mouth, he groaned and held her more tightly.
"Jesus, Maggie!"
"Kiss me. Really kiss me!"
She sucked on her stepson's lips and tongue and wrapped her arms around his neck. She hoisted herself onto his lap and pushed her tits into his chest.
"This was bound to happen," she breathed, drawing his hands to her tits.
"I guess so," he said, his hands shaking as he felt her up.
"Give me your tongue! French me!"
After a series of hot kisses, she slipped from his lap. "I'm going upstairs. Stay here for five minutes. Then come up. There's no turning in back now. We both know what we're doing!"
Upstairs, she undressed quickly, lit a cigarette, dabbed some perfume between her legs and waited. She had left the bedroom door open. When she saw Jason's shadow across the room, she turned. Her heart skipped a beat. He had taken his clothes off. His cock was stiff and his balls appeared swollen and tight.
He clenched and unclenched his fists. "You said there was no turning back."
"Look at you!"
The teenager glanced down at his hard-on. "It's your fault. You did it!"
"You came into the bathroom to piss while I was showering."
"Yeah, but you didn't have to come out!"
"What are we arguing about? We both want it, don't we?"
"Yeah, I know I do!"
"And I know I do!" Switching off the overhead light, but leaving the soft, pink night-light on, she took the boy's hand. "Get into bed, honey. Make love to me!"
He lowered his eyes as he climbed onto the bed. Sitting next to him, she caressed his hair before guiding his face down to her tits.
"Kiss them," she breathed. "Kiss my tits!"
The teenager groaned as he nuzzled her tit-mounds. When his lips parted, she fed him first one tit, then the other. She trembled when he guided her down onto her back and hovered over her.
"My, you're quite a sexy young man," she said.
"You're so beautiful, Maggie!" He buried his face against her fleshy tits.
"You'll fuck me, won't you?"
"Jesus, yeah! Try and stop me!"
"I'm your stepmother. You'll have to face your father every day knowing we've deceived him."
"I can't help it! It's too late. I've got to do it, Maggie."
"Call me Mom."
He groaned. "Oh, Jesus, do I have to?" She giggled. "It's kind of exciting, don't you think?"
"I don't know." Squeezing her tits, he sucked hard on her nipples.
She took one of his hands and moved it between her legs. She moaned when his fingers touched her cunt. She felt him shake all over when her cunt-lips parted to accept his caress. Her pussy suddenly contracted around one of his fingers.
"You just made me cum," she sighed dreamily.
"But I didn't do anything yet."
"You've got me so hot, honey. I was almost there by the time you touched me."
"Will you squeeze my prick?"
"Yes, give it to me!"
Rolling onto her belly, she made a ring of her thumb and forefinger and began pumping his prick. He lay back, arms folded over his chest as he watched her beat his cock-meat.
She couldn't resist licking his jizz from the tip of his cock. He was hot, and she knew if she sucked his cock he would cum in her mouth.
"Put it in," she said, scrambling over him and guiding his prick into her hot, hairy cunt-hole. "I'll suck you later. Now I want to get fucked! Mmmmmm, you're in me! Oh, sweetie, doesn't that feel good?"
"Oh, fuck, we're fucking!"
"You bet!" She bounced up and down wildly, sending her tits flying over his face.
"I don't think I'm gonna last long!"
"I don't care. I'm going to cum again!"
"Jesus, Maggie, I can't hold out much longer!"
"That's okay. Just fuck me as long as you can! I love this position, don't you? Your cock feels so hard! It's in me so deep! Call me Mom again. It turns me on!"
"Fuck that cock, Mom!" he croaked, holding her hips and lunging up to send his cock plowing into her cunt.
"Give me your hard cock!"
"I'm cumming, Mom!"
"Cream me, honey! Cream my hot pussy!"
"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming! I'm cumming, Mom!"
"Son!"
"Mom!"
"Fuck me!"