by Pamela Prim
She was petite yet curvy in a way that made girls like Jessie look as flat as a board. Her hair was a vibrant and fiery red and her skin was smooth. Declan couldn’t help it as his eyes appraised her firm yet supple body, especially where the v-neck shirt she was wearing dipped and exposed her ample cleavage. She cleared her throat and, for a moment, he could have sworn that she was smirking at him when he first brought his attention back to her face.
“I guess we’ve never been properly introduced, I’m Christina. You’ve certainly grown, I mean in comparison to the photographs your father has,” she told him. “He’s always talking about you – how proud he is of you.”
Declan almost scoffed a bit, knowing that his father wasn’t really the type to gush and the reason that she hadn’t seen a recent photograph of his is because his dad didn’t bother to keep them around.
“I’m going to go to my room. It is still my room, isn’t it?”
Christina’s face fell for a moment, looking around. “Well, I suppose we have done a bit of remodeling since you left. But your room is exactly the way that you left it.” She turned her attention away from him and as she did, Declan spared one more glance at her body from behind, his eyes lingering on her rear end for a moment before he grabbed his things and shuffled off to his room.
Declan found that Christina was true to her word, nothing had been touched in his room since he’d left it. As he settled in, one of the first things that he decided to do was take out his laptop to check his email and see if his grades from school were up yet.
After about a half an hour of so of unwinding, Declan found himself thinking about Jessie’s offer to find her after midnight. For all he knew, the girl next door had just been yanking his chain or thinking something more along the lines of a chaste kiss, but something about her tone had made him think that perhaps she wanted more. The more that he let his imagination run away with him, the more that his arousal grew. Despite having recently turned nineteen, Declan just hadn’t found the right girl – or at least the one worth making time for while he focused on school. That didn’t mean that he wasn’t a red-blooded male though.
Popping open his laptop, he quickly opened up a browser window and went to a porn site that he wasn’t willing to admit that he frequented often – but was still marked in his browsing history. Glancing at the videos on the page, his eyes first focused on one featuring a slender, auburn haired teen – her brown eyes staring up at the camera, as she appeared to be giving a very enthusiastic blowjob. He dragged his finger on the track pad to click on it before he noticed the video beside it. The woman in the thumbnail frame was an older buxom redhead with full lips and sultry green eyes. Without thinking, he selected that one.
His eyes stared intently at the screen as the woman, clad in black lace lingerie, posed for the camera – her hands running along her taut body. As she played with herself, Declan felt his erection rise and quickly undid his jeans to release his length from the confining material. He gripped his throbbing member as a man entered the camera frame and forced the woman down onto her knees. The older redhead went to work worshipping the cock in front of her with her tongue before she slid it between her ample breasts. For the next several minutes, Declan stroked himself as the woman was thoroughly fucked on camera, her raspy moans and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling his bedroom as she was bent over a counter.
He was pulled from his reverie when he heard a knock on his bedroom door. Cursing under his breath, he quickly closed his laptop and tucked his still aching member away. He scooted his chair in further, hoping to hide his arousal under his desk. “Come in.”
Christina opened the door and smiled at him. “So I was thinking that we could order food that way it’s here when your father gets home,” she suggested. “There’s actually a great restaurant that I love and you can order online.”
It happened almost in slow motion and before Declan could stop her, Christina had walked over to his desk and opened his laptop with the intention of showing him the website. Immediately, the video resumed playing.
Declan wasn’t sure how he had been so unaware of it upon selecting the video, but the woman featured in it heavily resembled Christina. His stepmother stared with wide eyes at the screen for a moment, watching the way the woman – who could have been her doppelgänger – was bent over as a man thrust powerfully into her from behind, causing her large breasts to sway heavily with each thrust. Turning bright red, Declan reached for his laptop and quickly exited the browser screen.
“I…I’m so sorry,” he stammered.
Christina seemed flushed as well and she wouldn’t make eye contact with him.
“It’s…fine,” she told him. She reached for a post-it pad and pen off of his desk and quickly jotted down the website for the restaurant and her usual order along with his father’s favorite food. “Whenever you’re ready to order, you can just go ahead.”
Feeling incredibly awkward, Declan just looked away and nodded. “Yeah, that sounds great.” He paused and glanced in her direction, unable to keep his eyes from quickly glancing at her body. “Could we not tell my dad about this?” he asked weakly.
Christina then turned to him with a dazzling smile. “It can be our little secret. It’s nothing to be ashamed of anyway,” she assured him before excusing herself and exiting the room. Something about her smile had caused Declan’s erection to throb and once she’d left and closed the door he couldn’t help undoing his pants again.
This time, he didn’t play the video – he pictured Christina herself on her hands and knees in front of him while he slid inside of her. His hand slid up and down his length, imagining what she would feel like wrapped around his cock. It only took moments for him to come, making a mess on his own hand. Feeling slightly ashamed, he quickly cleaned himself up and changed out of his clothes into something clean. After getting ahold of himself, he placed an order for the food and decided that maybe he should just read a book and keep himself from getting into anymore trouble.
About an hour later, Declan heard the doorbell ring. Walking out of his room, he could hear Christina at the door paying the delivery man for their food. He decided to meet her in the kitchen. It was only when she placed the food down that he realized how upset she looked.
“Christina?” he questioned.
“Dinner’s here,” she told him, plastering on a sweet smile.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her.
“Your father won’t be able to join us. Apparently he won’t be back until January 3rd.”
Declan couldn’t help but be angry at his father for not only failing to come home in time to see him for the first time in months, but leaving his new wife hanging until the last minute only to disappoint her.
“Dad’s always had a bit of time separating himself from the job, I’m sure that he’d rather be here,” he assured her.
Christina just nodded, moving to set the table for the two of them to eat. As she reached up into one of the cabinets to pull out two plates, he watched the way the skirt she was wearing lifted slightly, exposing her creamy thighs. “Go ahead and take a seat, I’ll have everything out in a moment,” she told him.
Declan sat down, waiting patiently while Christina set the table. He did his best not to stare at her, but when she brought the food over and placed his order in front of him, he was given a perfect view down her dress at her ample cleavage. He felt his erection stir again and tried to think of the least appealing things possible to try to curb his arousal.
The two of them made companionable conversation during dinner, mainly because Declan felt badly that his father had upset her so much and he also hoped to avoid any awkward silences that would remind them what she’d walked in on earlier. Midway through dinner, Christina even opened a bottle of wine and poured him a glass, jokingly telling him that they simply wouldn’t tell his father. The more he spoke to her, the more he liked talking to her though. She’d been in sales before marrying his father and now that she
was a stay-at-home wife, she often found herself rather bored. She’d been raised in San Francisco and enjoyed playing tennis – which is how she’d met his father while playing tennis at the club.
“I was a bit nervous about meeting you, actually,” she admitted to him. “I know your father and I got married very quickly and I was really upset that you weren’t able to make the ceremony. I figured that you must hate me.”
Declan had to admit that he had been angry when his father had quickly gotten married, but after sitting with her he knew that he couldn’t possibly hate her. He shook his head at her. “It was a shock to hear that he was getting married so quickly, but I can’t blame him for wanting to marry you.”
Christina chuckled softly and smiled at him.
“I don’t want you to think that just because I’m married to your father that I’m trying to be a mother to you. I know you’re very close with your mom and I wouldn’t ever dream of trying to compete. I just hope that we can be – I don’t know – friends?” she suggested sheepishly.
Declan smiled at her, nodding. “I’d like that,” he told her.
Despite the fact that she was so warm and friendly, Declan couldn’t help but eye her whenever he thought she wasn’t looking. The truth was that Declan had never been attracted to older women before, but the longer he spent time with Christina the more attracted to her he became. He tried to fight off the feelings as best he could, but whenever she would lick her lips or lean in to talk to him, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to touch her.
When the meal ended, Declan offered to clean up the table. As he rinsed the dishes to put them in the dishwasher he heard her sniffle behind him. Drying his hands, he walked over to his distraught stepmother, kneeling in front of her.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I was just looking forward to getting to spend time with you and your father and the fact that he didn’t even let me know he wouldn’t be home until the last minute just makes me feel as though he hardly cares.”
Declan placed his hand on her arm, rubbing it comfortingly. “Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry that he did this. But I like spending time with you, if that helps at all,” he told her, trying to make her feel better.
“You’re so sweet,” she replied. She looked at him through long eyelashes for a moment before looking away. “Your girlfriend must be very lucky.”
Declan shook his head. “No girlfriend.”
Christina smiled, nodding at him. “Well, that’s good. While you’re in college, you should play the field a bit – have a bit of fun without being tied down.”
“I haven’t really had time to do that either – between classes and my part-time job on campus.”
“So no girls?” Christina asked, her lips pursing. “That’s a surprise, I bet there’s a line of girls just waiting for a guy like you to notice them.” The way she’d said it, almost coyly flirting with him, caused heat to rise in Declan’s body. He stood up, chuckling at her and muttering a thank you. A moment of silence passed between them before Christina poured the remaining wine from the bottle into her glass.
“Want to watch a movie?” she suggested suddenly.
Declan nodded and, after clearing the rest of the table, went into the living room with her so that she could select a movie on Netflix. They settled on some buddy cop comedy, nothing serious, and the two of them made easy conversation about the movie while she continued to drink her wine.
He couldn’t help but notice that, considering the large sofa in the living room, she was sitting awfully close to him. About an hour into the movie, he almost jumped out of his skin when her hand rested on his thigh. He looked at her, but her eyes were still trained on the screen as if she hadn’t done it and he wondered if it was because she was used to sitting with his father on the couch and she’d done it out of habit.
About ten minutes later, her hand began rubbing his thigh and he swallowed thickly as her petite hand made its way further up towards his growing arousal. He knew that he probably should have said something or even tried to stop her, but when her hand cupped the bulge in his jeans and she still didn’t even spare him a look – he was too caught up in the moment to try and stop her.
She massaged him through his jeans for a few moments before finally turning to him, shifting on the couch to nuzzle into his neck.
“Christina…” he said slowly. There was no way of pretending that she wasn’t completely aware of her actions now.
“Shhhhh,” she told him as her tongue flicked out against his earlobe. “You know, Declan, a boy like you should be beating the girl’s off with a stick. What’s stopping you?”
Declan swallowed thickly. He couldn’t believe that she was actually asking him questions as she fondled him through his pants. He was pretty sure his brain was short-circuiting. “Well, I guess that I haven’t really found the right girl yet and even when I do meet someone I like it’s a bit intimidating because I’ve never…” he trailed off.
Christina’s hand stilled for a moment and she looked up at him with wide green eyes. “Declan, have you never been with a woman before?”
He shook his head.
“Have you kissed a girl before? I mean really kissed one?”
Again, he shook his head.
Christina made a soft tsking noise before her hand left his crotch and moved to the side of his face, turning him to look at her before she tilted her chin up and kissed him fully on the mouth. For a moment, Declan froze, but the pent up desire he’d been feeling for the woman next to him took over quickly and he kissed her back with fervor. Her lips parted for him and he slipped his tongue inside, exploring her mouth and causing her to moan as his own arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer. He was moving on pure instinct but she quickly took control, wordlessly showing him how to control the pace and what it was she liked when being kissed. He pulled away from her a moment later, breathless and wide eyed.
“Wow…” he said dumbly.
“Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” she asked with a chuckle.
“Positive. What are…” he started but she silenced him with a quick kiss.
“I just think that if lack of experience is what’s holding you back then all you really need is practice,” she told him matter-of-factly. “And as your friend, I think that I can probably help. We are friends, after all, aren’t we?”
Declan bobbed his head eagerly in agreement with her, causing her to tilt her head back and let out a throaty laugh.
“So, tell me, Declan,” she said slowly, her hand stroking him through his pants again. “Were you thinking of me earlier?”
Declan froze. Despite this new situation he found himself in, he was still embarrassed to admit that earlier he’d been thinking of his stepmother while masturbating. When he stayed quiet for a moment, she massaged him a bit harder through his pants.
“It’s okay, you can tell me the truth.”
“…Yes,” he finally admitted. “I was thinking of you.”
“And what were you thinking about doing to me, Declan?”
Her small hands moved towards the button of his jeans, deftly undoing them. Declan lifted his hips, allowing her to carefully draw his pants and boxers down. His long thick cock, now painfully erect, sprang free. Christina’s eyes went wide before her hand reached to wrap around it.
“You’re big,” she marveled at him, slipping off of the couch to kneel in front of him. “I would have thought that based on your father…” she trailed off and Declan felt a mix of pride at her compliment and shame at being reminded that this was his father’s wife. Still, there was a small part of Declan that thought that his father might have deserved it – a bit of bitterness over his dad’s sudden marriage to the woman kneeling in front of him still lingering.
Declan’s eyes screwed shut as her soft hand stroked over his manhood.
“Is this what you were thinking of earlier?” she asked gently.
Declan thought that he was about to wake up any
moment from a fantastic dream. When she bent down and ran her tongue along him from base to tip, his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. Christina seemed elated by the reactions she was able to elicit from him and smirked at him before leaning in to wrap her magnificent full lips around his aching arousal.
He had heard his friends talk about their girlfriends going down on them before but the descriptions didn’t compare to the actual sensation. Additionally, he’d gotten the distinct impression that Christina had much more experience than the girls his friends dated. Her tongue traced patterns along his shaft as she developed an easy rhythm, taking more of him into her mouth. He was surprised when her lips wrapped around him at the root, causing her to gag slightly around him before she pulled back up. The expression on her face was one that resembled pride and he couldn’t help but find that sexy.
Christina licked her lips and went back to focusing on pleasing him, her lips wrapped back around him and this time she bobbed her head with fervor. Declan couldn’t help but reach down for her hair, gathering it up behind her head. He watched her with fascination, observing the way her lips stretched around him. When she took him deep in her throat again, he grunted and inadvertently tugged.