Pamela James - Loving stepmother

Gloria hadn't realized her step-son had followed her upstairs until she turned around and saw him standing by the doorway to her bedroom.

Such a strange teen, she thought. And so strikingly handsome.

The party was over. The guests had all gone home. Gloria had to entertain them by herself. As usual, her husband, the teen's father, was away on business. He had phoned that morning, hoping to make it back in time, but heavy fog had suddenly forced Shannon Airport to close.

Now she was alone with Mathew. She could see the eighteen-year-old teen was slightly drunk. He had had a bit too much wine to drink during dinner.

She realized she was tired and wanted to get to bed. "Mathew," she said, "you look like you've had it for tonight. Why don't you get undressed and hop into bed?" Her head was beginning to ache. I think I've had a bit too much to drink myself, she thought.

"I hate parties," he said, his voice slightly slurred. He walked into her room and sat on the bed. He sighed. "They're so boring."

"I'm sorry there wasn't anyone your own age, darling." She sat next to him and put an arm around his shoulder, hugging him to her. She kissed the top of his head.

He was small for his age, and very thin. He had long curly hair and an almost angelic face. He was often mistaken for a girl and this annoyed him to no end. It made him even more self-conscious than he normally was.

"When's Dad coming home?" he asked, feeling her fingers combing through his blond hair.

"Probably tomorrow sometime. Depends on the fog. I heard on the radio it's the worst they've ever had."

"You two haven't been getting along lately, have you?"

"Why do you say that, Mat?"

"Oh, I don't know. You've been arguing a lot lately."

"It's not unusual for a husband and wife to be arguing." She felt her pulse quickening.

"Does Dad have a mistress?"

Gloria blushed. "Mathew, where did you hear that?"

"I heard you and Dad talking about it the other night."

"We thought you were asleep."

"You were talking kind of loud. You woke me up."

"Oh."

"Why would Dad want another woman? You're so much younger than he is. I mean, you're more like my sister than my mother."

Gloria was glad he hadn't said step-mother. She and Bill hadn't been married very long, but it was true what Mathew had said. He did have a mistress. A nineteen-year-old girl. Gloria had found out quite by accident. She couldn't believe it.

"You and Dad aren't going to get a divorce, are you?" There were tears in his eyes.

"Oh, no, Mat. It's not as serious as that. We'll have to work it out. I knew before I mated your father that women were attracted to him. I'm surprised he waited so long after after your mother's death before remarrying."

"I'm glad he did. Otherwise you wouldn't have been my mother now."

"Mat, you're such a sweet teen." He pressed his cheek against her tits and Gloria suddenly felt a funny feeling rushing through her. A tingling between her thighs.

There was something else Mathew didn't know about. It had, been a while since Gloria and his father had had sex together. Gloria kept telling herself it's just a phase he's going through, but now, what with this girl, she wasn't so sure. She wasn't so sure of anything anymore. She felt like crying herself, but held back her tears.

If it wasn't for Mat, whom she loved dearly, she would have considered a divorce, but she knew how close they were to one another and because of that because she wouldn't want to hurt the teen in any way divorce was out of the question.

She had told this to Bill and he had reluctantly agreed. He had never been particularly close to Mat. His work had always come first. But he knew Gloria was right. The teen might never recover from such a blow.

"You still love him, don't you?" he asked, his voice a bare whisper.

"Yes, Mat, I do."

"I love you very much, Mom."

Gloria lifted the teen's head up and kissed him on the lips. Then something happened. Something neither she nor Mat seemed to have any control over. Their lips pressed together and she felt the teen's breath, hot and sweet, still smelling slightly of wine.

He placed his hand on her tit and squeezed. Then his hand went down to her thigh. She quickly put her hand over his and whispered, "Mat, please, don't" But it was no use. She didn't want the teen to take his hand away. She started to unbutton his shirt.

He began to pant, kissing her more passionately. She slipped her tongue between his lips and he sucked on it hungrily.

"Oh Gloria" he whispered hoarsely.

Gloria pulled the shirt tails out of his jeans and caressed his chest, feeling his little teats hardening under her frantic touch.

My God, she thought, what are we doing? But she was powerless to stop it.

"I want to feel your tits," he groaned, his face flushed, his eyes strangely lit.

He unzipped her dress and fumbled with her bra clasp, becoming more and more excited. Gloria looked down and saw the clear outline of his erect penis inside his tight jeans. She felt the fire burning in her cunt. His cock looked very big. She had never seen the teen naked. He had always been so modest. But now she was seeing a different side of him. And a different side of herself.

His penis looked so big!

The teen's eyes widened as her tits tumbled out of the confines of the bra. They were full and well-shaped, the nipples very big. And pointed. She forced his head down and felt his hot lips on her tit knob.

"Jesus," she moaned. She had never felt so aroused in all her life!

She reached down and unzipped his jeans. She stroked his cock over the white briefs, feeling how long and thick it was. His glans peeked over the elastic band of his underpants. A drop of watery pre-cum emerged from the gaping piss slit.

My God! she thought, feeling suddenly lightheaded.

He sucked on her tit like an infant. Then he lifted his head and his hot lips found hers. They French kissed. He caressed her upper thigh, bunching up her dress around her crotch. Then he reached underneath, his fingers slipping into her damp panties.

"You're all wet," he gasped.

"I'm excited, Mat. Oh, Mat, we mustn't really"

"We both want, don't we?"

"Yes, Mat I never realized it before yes your cock is so big"

"I want to fuck you."

"You've never had a girl before?"

"No. I'm a virgin. I want to feel my cock inside your pussy."

"Mat, don't talk that way. It's not right. You're you're exciting me."

She felt his fingers over her muff. His middle finger slipped between her puffy cunt lips. She moaned, reaching into his briefs to grab his cock. He lifted his ass up and she slipped down his jeans and underpants, revealing his tumescence.

"My God!" she said. "It must be almost ten inches long! And so thick! Your father's cock isn't anywhere near as big. It's it's magnificent!"

She started to fist it. She felt him trembling. "Is it really that big?"

"Yes, Mat, it is! I can't believe it!"

"You want it inside you, don't you?"

"Mat we can't ohhh yes, I do I do!"

She helped him take her dress and panties off. They were then both completely naked. He looked down at her dark-haired pussy. Her pubic bush was thick and abundant. He loved running his fingers through it. It was the first time he had seen a woman naked outside of glossy photos in girlie magazines he kept hidden under his mattress.

His step-mother had the most beautiful body he had ever seen. It was lushly voluptuous. Her tits were as big as melons. He had always wanted to see them in the flesh, to touch and lick them like he was doing now.

They both fell back on the bed. She couldn't take her eyes off his cock. She held it in her hand, the mushroom-shaped cockhead swelling up in her hand. With her other hand she cupped his balls, feeling their cum-filled weight.