Chapter 1
Lauren Johnson climbed the stairs to her bedroom. She was a tall woman, almost five feet eight, with full hips and a full ass, round tits and a small waist.
As usual when she went upstairs after seeing her family off she thought about how lucky she was. She gazed at herself in the mirror and thought about her husband, Paul, and the children.
Paul and she had both been divorced when they met. Paul had custody of his sons, Clay and Barry. She had two daughters, Debby and Amy.
When they decided to get married, they knew it wouldn't be easy combining two families. Now, after a year, it had worked out better than either of them dreamed. She had come to love Paul's boys and Paul was crazy about her girls. The children argued occasionally, but for the most part got along quite well.
Yes, life was good and Lauren knew she was lucky. And if there were moments when Paul's fucking bored her just a little, it was a small price to pay for security and love.
And she did love him. She confided in him about everything, except the one thing she never told anyone.
For years she had had a weakness for teen-aged boys. When her girls were small she had a number of affairs with teenagers. When the girls were old enough to wonder why boys only a few years their senior were staying over Lauren began concentrating on men her own age. That was when she met Paul.
When she married Paul, she vowed not to think of his sons in a sexual way, and for a while she succeeded. But it was becoming increasingly difficult. Even as she surveyed her naked body in the mirror she acknowledged to herself that she was attracted to her stepson, Clay.
Wanting him isn't the same as acting on it, she thought. I'll masturbate, that's what I'll do. I'll satisfy myself so I don't have time to think about Clay.
Almost every morning when Paul left for work and the children for school she spent a quiet hour jerking off. She thought of it as her time, a time when she could satisfy her body and fantasize.
It was nice to have the house to herself. She ran down the hall to the bathroom naked. How nice to have a big house. Paul was such a good husband. She had so much to be grateful for.
When she was through peeing, she returned to the bedroom. She was a highly sexed woman and always had been. Even if she had sex every night she felt horny the next morning. It wasn't Paul's fault that he couldn't satisfy her. No man could.
At times like this she found it impossible to keep her hands off herself. Still gazing at herself in the mirror, she toyed with her tits and touched her pussy.
She sometimes wondered if her girls were virgins. A mother couldn't tell nowadays. Debby was a flirt, but Amy was a little shy. Even so, if a girl has an itch between her legs she usually manages to take care of it, shy or not.
Now the horny brunette spread her legs and glanced down at her bush. She always enjoyed looking at her body. It was a good body. Not pencil slim like some, but solid and womanly.
Her heart beat faster when she pictured Clay and how cute his ass looked in his skin-tight jeans. Her pussy flowed with juice. She was primed, so she moved to the bed and lay down without bothering to close the door.
This was her time and no would disturb her. Besides, it was easier to fantasize if she didn't feel locked in.
In one of her fantasies Clay watched her jerk off. He watched for a while and then finally burst in and took her by force.
By force! The thought of being raped by her stepson made her pussy throb. She wondered if other women had an affinity for teenage boys. She couldn't be the only one, could she?
Now she thrust a finger into her cunt and squeezed her tits. She gazed down at her finger, wet with her juices, and on an impulse sucked it into her mouth.
"Oh wow," she said out loud as she thrust a second finger into her twat. Closing her eyes, she became totally engrossed in masturbating.
If she had been alert she would have heard her stepson Clay enter the house and seen him gazing into her room.
The boy had come home to get the homework that he had forgotten earlier that morning. Now he stared at the amazing sight of his stepmother jerking off.
He couldn't believe his eyes. He blinked several times and stood glued to the spot. Her fingers were moving in and out of her cunt. Her tits quivered and shook. Man, what a bush she's got, he thought. Too bad her hand hid her pussy-folds.
As the oldest son, Clay prided himself on being a stud with the girls, a sophisticate. In truth his experience was limited to a few girls his own age.
Living in the same house with two teenage girls had taken some adjustment, but he liked Debby and Amy. Man, the way Debby ran around half-naked could drive a guy crazy. She was a fucking tease, practically throwing herself at him.
In the year they'd all been together he'd never taken advantage of either girl. His father had cautioned him to look upon them as sisters and in a way they were. Still, as Clay stared at his stepmother all he saw was a horny, sexy woman, not a mother.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Lauren moaned, opening her legs wider and giving Clay a good look at her snatch.
Clay felt his cock growing hard. He forgot his homework and his need to return to school. He stood in the hallway and stared at the writhing woman on the bed and he wanted her.
Who could blame me if I ran in there and jumped her? he thought. Would she yell rape and tell Paul? Jesus, how much can a guy take?
Lauren was fantasizing about Clay. She fingered her cunt and pretended it was his cock drilling into her, his balls slapping her ass.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she gasped.
Clay took his cock out and began stroking it. Damn, look at that pussy, he thought, perspiration running down his face.
At one point Lauren rolled onto her belly and shoved a pillow between her legs. As she gyrated her ass, Clay watched, mesmerized. She's wild, he thought. God, she's a wild woman. Lucky Dad. Man, she must really fuck his brains out.
He thought she was coming when she rolled onto her back and squeezed her thighs around the pillow. Her pretty face was contorted. Her long hair flew wildly over her shoulders.
Clay's breathing was shallow. They were so damn pretty, all three of them. And Lauren was even prettier than her daughters. Hell, she wasn't so old. He grabbed his prick and jerked it wildly as his stepmother climaxed.
Lauren arched her back and opened her eyes. A strange sound caught her attention and she sat up and saw Clay pumping his cock furiously.
She rubbed her eyes. It had to be a dream. It couldn't be real. It was her fantasy, but fantasies don't happen. Do they?
She didn't know what to do. It was obvious he didn't know she had seen him. He was swinging his arm back and forth, his eyes closed and a look of tension on his face.
She wondered how long he'd been watching her. Long enough to get excited. She couldn't restrain herself. When she jumped off the bed and ran to the door, it was almost as if she had no choice. Some overpowering need took over and led her.
"Stop that!" she gasped.
"Oh, God!" the boy hissed.
She stared down at his prick. Her breath caught in her throat. "Don't waste it. For God's sake, don't waste it."
Clay could only stare at her. Then he turned to run, but she grabbed his arm. "Let me go," he said, his shame overpowering his excitement.
"Why did you come home?" she said, holding tight to his arm.
He averted his eyes to avoid staring at her naked body. "I forgot my homework."
"Were you out here a long time?" she brushed her tit against his arm.
"Ten minutes or so. I lost track."
"I'll bet you did." She glanced down at his cock. It had shriveled slightly, but still stood up, pointing at the ceiling. "I meant what I said about not wasting it." She guided him into the room and kicked the door closed.
He didn't reply. He stared at the floor, his face flushed. He seemed unaware that his cock was out, but Lauren couldn't take her eyes off it. Teenage meat! How delicious it looked!
"Come here," she said, reaching for a robe. "I don't mind that you were watching me. In fact it's rather exciting. And no one need know. It'll be our secret." She had begun stroking his prick.
The boy stood motionless, his eyes still on the floor. "You mean you're not mad?"
"No, I'm not mad."
Suddenly he became aware of her hand. "Jesus, you're jerking me off!"
His prick grew under her touch. She wrapped her fingers around its thickness and felt it swell.
"You don't mind, do you? It's so tempting. I'll just hold it a while."
He cleared his throat. "Did you mean what you said about not wasting it?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't know," he croaked.
Suddenly she wanted to confide her secret to the teenager. "I have a confession to make," she said.
He raised his eyebrows, ignoring her words. "Why'd you put that on?" He motioned toward her robe.
"I'll take it off," she said, untying her robe and throwing it off. "Come here to me and I'll tell you my secret." When he sat down on the bed next to her, she whispered in his ear. "I like to fuck boys your age."
He looked confused. "You mean before you married my dad, huh?"
She nodded, curling her fingers around his dick and squeezing it. "I haven't cheated on your father once, but now that you're here I can't help myself."
"Me either."
After a moment they threw their arms around each other. The boy was shaking as she climbed over him and pushed her tits into his chest.
"Touch me here," she said, moving his hands to her ass.
"Jesus, Mom, I can't believe you're really letting me do this."
"Kiss me. For God's sake, kiss me!"
He kissed her and after that there was no turning back. He grabbed her tits and hefted them in his hands. He wanted to suck them. If only he could suck them.
"Suck them," Lauren said, shoving her tits into his face.
Clay had second thoughts. He drew away. "I can't."
She followed him as he rose up. "Where are you going?"
"This is all wrong." His eyes were tortured. "I better get back to school."
Lauren was frantic. "You can't leave me now. Not like this. I need you, Clay. I need you."
With a groan, the boy lowered his head and filled his mouth with one of her tits. She cradled him against her chest and led him back to the bed.
"We don't have to, uh, go all the way," she said. "We can just play with each other. Make each other feel good."
"You mean masturbate each other?"
"Yes, we could do that."
"Will you jerk me off?"
"Do you want me to?" As they spoke she undressed him.
"Sure."
"Or, I could suck it."
His eyes widened. "Suck it? You mean you'd suck it?" He gulped.
"That's what women do to men. Hasn't anyone ever blown you?"
"Oh, that, sure," he lied.
"You're lying to me, aren't you? No one's ever sucked your cock. Tell me the truth. It turns me on to be the first."
He lowered his eyes and nodded. "But I'm no virgin."
"Girls your age are so silly," she said, burying her face against his chest. "They don't know how wonderful it is to truly make love to a man."
"I'd sure like to try it."
"I'm going to take your cock in my mouth, Clay. I'll pretend you're not my stepson." She giggled nervously. "Then it won't seem so sinful."
The boy's cock twitched as she squeezed it. She ran her fingers up and down his shaft before lowering her face and rubbing her cheek against his cockbush.
He lay back on the bed and sighed. "My dad'll kill me if he ever finds out we did this."
"He'll kill me too, so we both have an investment in keeping quiet."
"Jesus, you're sure built."
"So are you, darling. So are you."
She kissed the tip of his prick lightly. His knees fell open and he groaned. He gazed down at her when she opened her jaws and took his cockhead into her mouth.
"Jesus Christ!" he wheezed.
"So good," she whispered, one hand fondling his balls.
"Oh, shit, you're taking it in so deep!"
"Do you like it?"
"Oh, fuck, are you kidding?"
"I'm trying to go slow so you won't come too soon."
"Can I come in your mouth?"
"I don't know. I haven't decided yet. But make it last. Don't let it out yet."
"I wanna fuck you," he blurted out.
She clamped her lips around his cockhead and held it there without moving. Sucking was one thing, but fucking was really serious. She wanted to. Wanted it badly. But did she dare?
Without a word, she made her decision. She had to have him. Dazed with lust, she climbed over him, her cunt poised over his cock. "I'll do it," she said, bending down and kissing him on the lips.
He squirmed around beneath her. Her cunt was touching his prick, yet she continued frenching him. He thrust his tongue into her mouth. She sucked it hard, almost swallowing it.
"I want it too," she murmured, rubbing up against him.
"I'll never tell," the teenager said.
"It'll be our secret." His cock was secured inside her cuntlips.
"Oh, shit, I can't believe it!"
"Believe it." She frenched him hotly. "Believe it because it's happening."
The horny stepmother was ecstatic. After such a long time she was finally going to fuck a teenager again.
Maybe I'm a pervert, she thought, feeling his prick part the hairy lips of her pussy. But if I am, how come it feels so good?
She pushed his cock inside her snatch and held it there without moving. Clay let his breath out. The horny stepmother kissed him again and then sat up straight.
Their eyes met. She deliberately let her tits bounce around. He reached up and took a tit in each fist. Then she began moving up and down.
"I love it!" she cried, raising and lowering her ass rhythmically.
"Jesus, Mom, it's so damn good!"
"Oh, dear God, forgive me!" she panted. "I can't help loving it!"
"It's so tight!" the boy hissed. "So fucking tight!"
He couldn't help but move his hips up and down to plunge his prick into her velvety depths. After a while she stopped moving and let him do the thrusting.
"You're a wonderful fucker," she said, her voice quavering with excitement.
"So are you.
"Should we come together?"
Yeah, sure."
"I'm almost there, are you?"
"Shit, yeah!"
"I think ... I'm coming ... I can't go on! Too Good! Too Good! Fuck!"
When she finished coming, he rolled on top of her and dumped his load into her pussy.