by Izzy Slam
I look up as his eyes cast down on me with a softness I’ve never seen in him. He finally flicks his gaze to the side and says, “I won’t look. Promise.”
I bite my lip, wondering how he would respond if I told him I wanted him to look. But there’s a reason he’s standing over me as I lay submerged in water, waiting to wrap a towel around my wet, naked body while promising me he won’t look.
Taking him at his word, I pull myself up and he immediately presses the towel to my body. The warmth wraps around me as I spin in a circle, taking the corner and tucking it under my arm while he reaches for the robe.
“This feels amazing. Where did you learn this trick?”
I know where he didn’t learn it: his father.
His face blooms pink. “Truthfully, I had a girlfriend last year who used to make me do it.” Make him? Hmmm… “I guess chicks dig that sort of thing.”
I dip my arms in the sleeves and pull the belt around my waist. Jonathan clasps his hands behind his back and studies me a moment.
“You’re right. Chicks definitely dig that sort of thing.” I smile and place my hand on his face. “I didn’t know you had a girlfriend last year. What happened with her?”
“It wasn’t all that serious. She was dating several other guys, and I just … lost interest.”
I wondered what would make him lose interest. Was she not loving enough for him? Did she not give him the attention he needed?
“I’m sure you’ll meet someone soon who can hold your interest.”
His eyes float over my face and down my throat, and I feel my nipples prick underneath the bath robe.
“I’m sure I will. Can I do anything else for you tonight, mom?”
I lean against the counter and cross my arms. Now is the time to see how far I can push my stepson, and how far he wants to be pushed.
“I haven’t had a nice foot massage in ages. But that’s probably too much to ask, so just forget I said—”
“I’d love to massage your feet,” he quickly interjects. His face turns red again, as if he’s embarrassed by his own admission. “I mean, you’re being so generous, allowing me to stay here. It’s the least I can do.”
The corner of my mouth turns up in a smile, and those familiar twinges settle in the depths of my pussy. “I’m glad to hear that, darling. Why don’t you quickly wash your hands and pick out a lotion on the counter. I’m going to get comfortable on my chaise.”
I feel him watch me as I leave. And as I make my way to the chaise lounge, I hear the water running. The robe already feels restrictive, and I know that if I’m going to push the envelope here, I need to be a little brave. So off comes the fluffy material, landing on my bed with a swoosh.
When Jonathan comes out holding a bottle of lotion, I snake my fingers behind my head, stretching out my legs and crossing my feet.
“Is peppermint all right?”
“It’s one of my favorites.”
“Good.” Jonathan sits at the foot of the lounge, pulling my feet into his lap. He opens the lotion and pumps some into his palm before rubbing his hands together. I watch the way his eyes roam over my feet and slender calves, and I want to believe that he’s having the same sort of thoughts I’m having, but I fail to see what he’d want in me.
Sure, I could teach him a few things. A lot of things, actually. But does he know that? Does he even want to find out what I could show him?
His hands feel like heaven to me, the way his thumbs rub the arches of my feet. He works over every inch, making me melt into the suede fabric of my chaise, more relaxed than I’ve been in months. His method of squeezing then dragging the tips of his fingers over the tops of my toes makes me shiver.
“I get the feeling you really needed this,” he says, letting his hands wander to the little divot, just above my ankles.
“More than you can imagine.”
“For the record, I don’t agree with the way my father treated you.” His voice is low, almost guilt-ridden.
“That … that makes me feel better, thank you. And for the record? I don’t agree with the way he’s treated you either.”
His gaze dances down to my chest. “He’s an asshole who didn’t deserve you. He should have appreciated you more.”
I run my fingers through my hair, trying to get a read on my stepson. I don’t want to misinterpret what he’s saying. “Well, here’s to you and me finding someone who will appreciate us.”
Jonathan swings a leg over to the other side of the chaise so that he’s facing me. My feet are right at his crotch, my big toe dangerously close to his zipper. “I’d like to think that’s a good possibility, but I just don’t know these days. I need to get my shit together.”
Sensing his need for a confidence boost, a part of me wants to reach out and hug him. It’s obvious he feels bad about his recent behavior. “Well, I for one appreciate what you’ve done for me tonight. The drink, the bath, and now this? It’s as though I’ve been blessed with a gentleman who actually cares about making me feel good.”
Jonathan bends forward, running his hands up the top of my calf and forcing my foot to press against his crotch. A small bump underneath the denim tells me everything I need to know. It also ignites my pussy, making me juicy.
“I do care about making you feel good, mom. I actually want to do more.”
“Oh? Like?” I press my toes over his cock, feeling it pulse in response. My nipples go hard.
He swallows hard and licks his lips. “Anything you want, no holds barred. Just … tell me what to do, mom.”
If there was any doubt before, those doubts have been squashed. My stepson wants me. And he wants to … serve me. I don’t think my pussy has ever been this hard up for attention. Maybe this is what I needed all along—a good little submissive to cater to my every need. Let’s see if Jonathan means what he says.
I massage his dick with my toes, feeling his rod turn to steel even underneath the denim. “It’s been a long time since a man has made me cum, sweetheart. I’d like you to make that happen.”
He licks his lips and pushes his hands further up my legs, over my knees, and to the tops of my thighs, making my cunt twitch in excitement.
“I’d love to make you cum, mom.”
I tug the corner of the towel away, revealing the front of my body to Jonathan—the swell of my breasts, the pert points of my red nipples, and the narrow swatch of hair that barely covers my swelling pussy.
I bend my knees and rest the pads of my feet on the chaise before curling a finger at him. “Before you get started, get undressed for your mother so I can see that steel cock of yours.”
He nods frantically before standing up and tugging at the bottom of his shirt. I watch him kick his jeans off, his movements fast paced, just like I’d expect from a horny younger man. I rub my nipples when he’s down to his briefs, and a quick twitch of the cock underneath the cotton tells me he likes the sight of his stepmother’s naked body.
“All the way, darling.”
He pulls down his briefs, and the sight of his well-hung cock makes me leak more juices onto the chaise. Oh fuck, it has to be at least nine inches. Not very thick, but that’s a good thing since mommy likes anal. When he slides that thing in me, it will feel better, more real, than any “realistic” dildo I’ve ever used.
“Bring that over here. I want to see if it feels as good as it looks.”
“Yes, mother.”
He holds it in a tight grip as he takes a few steps toward me, stopping when his throbbing member is dangling in front of my eyes. I move his hand away and lightly stroke it a few times, admiring the clear drop of fluid on the tip and the veins that pulse underneath my palm.
“I bet you’d like me to take it in my mouth, wouldn’t you?”
He nods, quickly. “Yes, mother.”
I swipe away the pre-cum, and it bounces, once. “Well, maybe I will. As soon as I get what I need.”
I point to my pussy. “Use your tongue, and don’t stop until I say s
o.”
He’s practically drooling when he settles on his side between my legs. It’s the perfect position because I can see his hard, long meat protruding between his legs—twitching, throbbing, oozing pre-cum onto his lower belly. The fact that he’s still my son-even if just by marriage-and that his father would have both our heads if he knew that his son was about to lick my pussy, makes my clit turn about as hard as Jonathan’s cock is right now.
“Use your fingers to part my lips, baby. That’s how I like it.”
He pants as he makes a hook with his left hand, using his thumb and forefinger to spread open my labia. My clit is immediately exposed, glistening in the juices of my desire. Jonathan flicks his tongue along the hood, forcing my nipples to tingle and harden. My body jerks slightly as he laps at it again.
I run my fingers through his thick hair as he moves his tongue in a circle over my swollen bundle of tissue.
“Ooohhh, yeahhhhh…”
The gentleness with which he laps away at my pearl is just a prelude to what I will make him do in a few minutes, after my first orgasm.
He releases a low groan as he begins to really get into it, moving his head back and forth and slurping up my cream as it seeps from my hole.
“That’s it, baby. Lick mommy’s cum…”
He sweeps upward, catching my throbbing clitoris again and flicking rapidly back and forth until my skin begins to burn.
“Oh fuck … right there…”
Letting out a moan, Jonathan focuses his attention on my raging clit while I softly pinch my nipples. That bubble inside my core bursts, and watching my stepson eager to please my needy pussy is the best thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Oh fuck! That’s it … mommy’s cumming…”
I blow out a hard breath and rock my hips up several times as Jonathan continues to lap away at my now tender pearl. But this is what I like: constant stimulation on my engorged clit to bring me another satisfying orgasm.
“Keep licking me just like that, darling boy, but fuck me with your fingers now.”
Repositioning himself beneath me, my stepson gets on his stomach and burrows his nose and mouth between my slit while sliding several fingers inside my channel. He massages my walls by curling his digits upward, working over that granular mound of tissue that just might make me squirt when I cum.
“Ooooh, don’t stop, baby…”
I thrust upward several times, effectively rubbing my slit up and down his face. His fingers make my toes curl as they rub my G-spot, making me delirious. The buds of my breasts curl into hard little points, and as I cum, I fist my stepson’s hair. Liquid pulses from my pussy, drenching not only his mouth and chin but also the fabric of the chaise.
Jonathan groans in sync with me as the walls of my cunt clamp down around his fingers, but it doesn’t slow him down at all. He keeps finger fucking me while swirling his tongue in circles around my throbbing clitoris.
“What a good boy, making mommy cum so hard,” I moan.
He angles his gaze up at me, his expression one of intense satisfaction. I’m imagining his throbbing cock driving in and out of me, making me spurt again all over the bed right before he spills his seed inside of me. But I also like the thought of him staying hard for days, wondering if his mother will ever let him cum.
“That’ll be enough for tonight, darling.”
He sits up, his face glistening with my juices. “Okay, mom.”
His cock is angry red, so much pre-cum oozing out I know he has to be in physical pain from blue balls.
I lean over and give him a kiss, trailing my tongue over his lips. “Tonight, you’ll sleep with me, just in case I wake up horny.”
He nods as he reaches down to stroke his dick, but I push his hand away.
“And as a condition for you staying here and being allowed to sleep in my bed and serve me, you’ll refrain from touching yourself. I don’t want you to lose that momentum, that deep ache in your balls that drives you to please me.”
I grasp him by the sack, and he huffs. They feel hot and hard in the palm of my hand, and a part of me feels sorry for him, but the other part of me is enjoying my new little slave.
“Do you understand? No touching your cock, not unless I give you permission.”
“Yes, mother,” he says, his cheeks glowing red.
“That’s a good boy.”
And my pussy is already aching to cum again by my submissive stepson.
***
Jonathan has a bit of trouble falling asleep, his restless body tossing under the sheets for a good half hour before he finally drifts off. The sheet tents at his crotch as his breathing slows, his poor, hard cock aching for that release. I’ll give him a release soon. But this is too much fun to bring to an end so soon.
I wake up during the night with an “itch” myself, so I climb on top of my stepson, feeling him stir right away.
“Wake up, darling boy. Mommy needs that tongue of yours.”
I straddle his face as a soft moan rumbles from his throat.
“Put your hands on my ass so I know you’re not touching your cock.”
Panting, Jonathan brings both hands up to my cheeks as his tongue quickly dives between my wet folds. He laps and licks, moving his tongue in a sensual circle over my aching bump of tissue.
“Ooh, that’s good. You know just how mommy needs to be licked, don’t you?”
He grunts his affirmation, and all it takes is a few rolls of the hips to make me release. I roll my nipples between my fingers as I ride my stepson’s face, and I’m pretty sure I can feel his lower body rocking in time with mine. Poor baby must be so hard up for an orgasm.
Should I give him one?
Well, I do want to feel his cock in my hands. Maybe I’ll tease him.
My body shudders several times as my orgasm abates, and I climb off my stepson’s face, pulling the sheets down as I lie next to him.
“Do you want to cum, too, sweetie?”
“Yes …” he pants. “Please, mother…”
I reach down and feel his cock—hard and long, and so hot to the touch. I tease the crown with soft touches, running my forefinger along his slit and swiping away the thick fluid there.
He groans as I move to his scrotum, fondling it and rolling his sack around the palm of my hand like they’re a couple of stress balls. They sure are doing wonders for my stress.
But I’m also getting sleepy again.
“I’m sleepy, sweetheart. Let’s finish this in the morning.”
A frustrated grunt escapes his lips, and I drift off smiling, knowing my stepson is on the verge of torture. But it will be so nice to wake up in the morning next to a very young man with a very stiff cock, who’s ready to service his mother.
As expected, I sleep like a baby. I wake up before Jonathan, and gently nudge him. He smiles at me and rolls over on his side.
“Good morning, mother. Do you need a morning orgasm?”
“Mmm, that sounds delightful.” I stroke his face and peer into those eyes, so eager to please me. “But I think I’d like some breakfast first.”
The boy hops up without a word and starts to get dressed. “I know what you want. I’ll get it prepared right away.”
“Not so fast. Put the pants down. I want you to cook and serve me naked like all good boys should do.” I sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed as Jonathan drops his clothes to the floor. I spread my legs and watch his flaccid cock start to rise. “That’s what I want to see. My son’s stiff dick pulsing in need.”
He nods. “Yes, of course, mom. I’ll be back soon.”
I keep myself busy with a dildo while Jonathan prepares my French toast, bacon, and fresh cup of coffee. At least that’s what he better be preparing. If he remembers the way I like it, bacon floppy and toast nearly burnt, I’ll reward him with as many orgasms as his long dick can handle.
Fuck, I’m getting to the point that I won’t be able to resist it much longer. I need that thing fucking me and fucking me good.<
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When he arrives with the tray in hand, complete with a freshly cut pink rose from the garden, I practically cream in the sheets. I set my phone down and see that he did indeed remember how I like my breakfast. Also, his cock is raging hard as it points to the ceiling like a flesh colored sword.
“This looks delicious, darling. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I hope you like it.” He sets the tray down across my lap and I can’t help but stare at his throbbing cock as I start to eat. Jonathan stands over me with his erection, at my beck and call like I want.
“I think I’d like my toes sucked while I eat, love.”
“Of course, mother. Anything else?”
I shake my head. “Not right now.”
Jonathan kneels on the floor at the foot of the bed, and I stretch my feet forward so he doesn’t have to work too hard to please me. I guess that means I’m not a total sadist.
His lips wrap around my big toe, and he begins to suck like he has a point to prove. God, he’s good. I finish my bacon and get halfway done with my French toast before he’s worked his way to the pinky toe of my first foot.
“Mmm, that feels so good,” I tell him.
He lets out a moan of pleasure, and I can’t help but wonder how loud he would moan if I were sucking him like that.
I have always enjoyed sucking cock, but his father was so damn forceful about it, shoving himself to the depths of my throat and not returning the favor, orally speaking. Asshole hardly ever went down on me. Maybe that’s why I’m taking advantage of Jonathan’s mouth and tongue right now.
Come to think of it, I’d like that mouth and tongue on other parts of my body.
I finish eating and move the tray aside, instructing my son to sit along the edge of the bed.
“Mommy needs her tits sucked, baby.”
He sinks his teeth into his lower lip as I step in front of him, keeping my eyes on his massive dick. at this point, his balls are dimpled as they sit up high, and I could almost swear they look bigger. They must be filled with so much cum. The entirety of his length is dark red, the head visibly darker, almost purple. A sheen covers his flesh, probably from being stretched so taut.