CHAPTER 1
Michael hated the sound of his alarm clock. Every morning, he would go through the same waking up process, and it all revolved around his inability to cope with the shrill buzzing noise that seemed to torture him into getting out of bed.
And on this morning, he had overslept. And the alarm clock was there, just like an annoying neighbor who couldn’t help but state the obvious. He pulled himself up and forced his way over to it, banging his hand down on the off button with far more force than what was necessary.
He yawned, and looked for some clothes. It was a lazy Saturday in the fall, and he was looking to enjoy it. Michael was a senior in high school and still adjusting to the new work load. Today was the first day in which he’d been able to feel as though he could relax, having taken care of everything in last period study hall the previous day.
There were some clean, comfortable clothes already set out on his dresser. He was a little surprised to see them there. His dad had left the previous day on a business trip, and as far as he knew, his step mom, Heather, was supposed to have left early this morning to join him.
Nevertheless, he put them on. His plan for the day was, in essence, to be a home bound bum. His busy schedule had been keeping him from getting in the time he usually had for video games, the internet, and taking care of his needs. His goal was essentially to make it through the entire weekend without leaving the house.
Michael made his way out of his room and down the stairs. When he rounded the corner, he almost ran directly into his step mom, Heather, and felt a little bit of anger building in his chest, as though his day to himself had been snatched away.
Heather had been his step mom for so long that calling her that almost seemed like a formality. She had entered his life shortly after Michael’s birth mother had died, and raised him as though he were her own. She was an attractive woman, short and in her mid thirties, but with an amazing, curvy body. Her large breasts and toned butt were so eye catching that even Michael had found himself guiltily sneaking a peak, in his hornier moments.
“Oh, jeez,” his mom said, startled. “Sorry honey, I didn’t realize that you were up.”
“Mom, what are you doing here?” he asked. It was hard for him to hide the disappointment and frustration in his voice.
“Your father ended up having to arrange a special meeting with one of his clients,” she said. “We wouldn’t have had any extra time to do anything if I’d have gone out to meet up with him. I’m just going to stay home for the weekend.”
Michael sighed and shook his head.
“Oh come on, that’s bullshit,” he said. “I was looking forward to having this weekend to myself!”
“Young man, the world does not revolve around you!” yelled his mom. “And don’t swear in my presence.”
“Yeah, whatever,” he replied, mouthing another expletive under his breath.
“Besides, you can do everything here with me around that you could on your own,” said Heather. “Don’t feel like you need to hold back.”
Michael was angry, but a thought popped into his head that made him smile.
“Alright mom, if you say so,” he said.
There was something that Michael wanted to do that was made more difficult by his step mother being around. He wanted to prove his point, and so he headed up to his room to do it. He left the door open about a quarter of the way, so it was closed enough to let sound out and a small glimpse of what was going on, but still left him with plausible deniability.
Michael sat down in his chair, opened up his computer’s internet browser, and clicked over to his favorite free porn streaming website. His cock was already beginning to bulge in his pants, and he began to get a little excited. Part of him was also a little apprehensive. If he did this, there would be no going back from it, or effectively apologizing.
He was angry, and on top of that, a little horny, and as such it was easy enough for him to push his doubts out of his mind. There was one porn video that seemed almost too appropriate for the occasion, a hot masturbation and blowjob video of an older woman pretending to be a step mom. He clicked on it, full screened the image, and then turned up the volume.
The scene began with the porn actress walking in on her “son” while he was in the act of masturbating. Michael pulled out his own dick and began to stroke it to the action taking place on the screen. His speakers were loud, and he knew his mom could hear what was going on, even from downstairs.
The porn star had nice enough tits, and as the man on the screen defiantly continued to stroke his cock after being caught, Michael couldn’t help but think about his own mom’s tits. They were definitely nicer than this woman’s, which seemed amazing to him. He did his best not to see Heather as a sexual being, but she most definitely was.
He was pumping his shaft up and down as the video began to heat up, with the actress step mother dropping down on her knees in front of her son and beginning to help him out, all while chastising him for being such a dirty pervert. Michael found himself getting incredibly turned on by it, which was rare for him with porn.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps, and saw something pass by in the reflection of the full length mirror he had on the wall. His mother had walked down the hallway, and though he was turned away, he could hear and just barely make her eyes peering into his room from the edge of the door.
It only seemed to make the porn clip even hotter, as though reality had begun to mimic the on screen fantasy. He started breathing heavier, and pumped his cock even harder as he watched the actress on the screen lean her lips forward and begin to take the cock of her “son” into her mouth.
“Oh yeah, that’s right,” whispered Michael. “Suck it, mom,”
The words seemed to have left his mouth without him even choosing to speak, and he had spoken them just loud enough for Heather to hear. He began to jerk himself faster, and harder. The video clip was short, and he could tell it was also building to a crescendo.
When he shot his load, so did the man on the screen. He could see in the mirror that his mom had leaned further in, and was looking at his cock with fascination as it spurted out cum into the air. It was hard for him to realize or even think about what had just happened. The orgasm had wracked his body with pleasure, and he could barely focus on anything else.
Heather coughed loudly, and then stepped into his room.
“I need to get your laundry,” she said, curtly. He swiveled his chair to face her, cum still dripping down his cock and onto his lap. Her cheeks were flushed, and she wouldn’t look at him. There was a strange sexual tension in the air that was almost palpable.
She grabbed his clothes hamper and quickly stomped out of his room, leaving Michael alone, and feeling as though he had just done something totally unacceptable.
CHAPTER 2
Michael didn’t head down for a while, taking some time to clean himself up and come to terms with what had happened. When he finally did make his way to the stairs, he found his mom sitting in the living room with her legs crossed and arms folded.
“I honestly don’t even know what to say,” she said, shaking her head. “This is absolutely unbelievable in every sense of the word.”
“Oh come on, mom,” said Michael. “You reap what you sow. If you had of been out of the house today, maybe it wouldn’t be something that you’d have to put up with.”
“That’s not fair!” she cried.
Heather was still wearing her morning robe, and she stomped her foot down angrily, inadvertently causing the fabric to fall open slightly. Michael felt like a pervert but couldn’t keep his eyes from being drawn to the exposed flesh of one of her big boobs. Heather blushed, and glared at him.
“You are a disgusting boy,” she said. “Are you just horny all of the time? Is that it? Do you want to see your mommy naked?”
“Screw you, mom,” he said. “We both know that you enjoyed the little show you got, as much as I know you’ll deny it. You watched me working my prick like
some kind of middle aged voyeur.”
Heather huffed loudly and threw the laundry in her hands down. She stormed by Michael towards the stairs and ran up them.
“This isn’t over, you brat!” she yelled over her shoulder.
Michael just shook his head, wishing that he could have had the day he was hoping for. He made his way into the kitchen and began picking out some food for breakfast. There was orange juice, and he tossed some bread into the toaster for the main offering.
He did feel a little bad about the way he’d been treating his mother, although it was hard for him to admit. She had always been there for him, but that was part of the problem. Michael was a teenager now, and he needed space. He still wanted his mom’s attention in and approval, but much of the time getting that seemed to run counter to him being able to take care of himself and his hormones freely.
Without his dad around for the weekend, he also felt as though it was up to him to be the man of the house. He didn’t feel like the way he had been acting that morning was truly representative of him taking charge, and taking responsibility.
As Michael finished up his food, he heard a noise from upstairs. It sounded like his mom, but the noise was strange and unexpected. He heard it again, and realized that it sounded like a cry.
He started to feel a little foolish, and found himself completely regretting the stunt he had pulled before. Michael made his way over to the stairs, the cries of his mom still on his ears, and headed upstairs. He was completely ready to apologize to her and try to make amends.
What he found as he made his way down the hallway, and to the outside of her room, completely caught him off guard. His mother was in her bedroom, and the door was left open slightly, not unlike how he had left his earlier that morning.
He didn’t look inside at first. Michael was close enough to hear the cries for what they were. His mother was not upset, but rather, deep in the process of a very compromising and pleasurable activity. Just as he had masturbated freely to prove a point earlier, now she was doing the same.
“Oh…oh god, yes,” moaned Heather.
He froze in his tracks. Part of him wanted to see what was going on in the room, or rather, needed to see. As disgusting as it made him feel, his cock was rapidly turning to steel at the thought of watching his own mother masturbate. He found himself rationalizing away his objections. She had watched him do it, hadn’t she?
Michael crept to the very edge of the door. He didn’t want her to see him watching, regardless of anything else. Her moans and heavy breathing were already getting him excited enough, and as he slowly shifted to bring her body into view, he felt his cock straining against the confines of his pants.
Heather had spread out on her bed, untying her morning robe and letting it hang open. She was completely naked underneath, and Michael drank in the sight of his mom’s bombshell body. Her beautiful breasts were dotted with perfect pink nipples in the middle, and those seemed to match with the pink slit of her womanhood in both color and eroticism.
“Oh, oh yeah!” cried Heather. “Fuck!”
She was rubbing one of her hands on her clit, and the other was pushing a girlish pink vibrator into her cunt. Her hips were thrusting into the air as she toyed with herself, and Michael found himself growing bolder in his efforts to get a better view.
Compared to the MILF porn video that he had watched before, this was above and beyond anything it had provided in regards to turning him on. His mom was a gorgeous older woman, and that was plain to see. She was just dying to get fucked, Michael found himself thinking.
He couldn’t resist anymore, and found his hand almost unconsciously traveling down to his aching erection. He rubbed it as he watched his mom working her magic on herself. Strange, unwanted thoughts began to pop into his mind. She was right there, he thought. He could just make his way over, and…
Suddenly Heather lifted her head up and looked at him. He pulled back into the hallway, but not quick enough. He heard her laugh girlishly and then continue to stimulate herself. Michael’s heart and cock were both pounding with blood, and he tried to calm himself down.
“Mmmm, this feels so good,” said his mom. She knew he was here, he realized. For some reason, it made him angry.
“Oh god yes!” she cried. “I’m, I’m cumming!”
She let out a ecstatic scream, and Michael couldn’t resist peeking through the door one last time. His mother had arched her back and thrust her crotch up in the air. She seemed to tense for a moment, and then collapsed back onto the bed, melting into it.
Before he could move back down the hallway, Heather looked up again and this time her eyes caught Michael’s. She seemed incredibly pleased with herself, and this made Michael much angrier than it should have. He turned towards his own room and stomped his way down the hall.
CHAPTER 3
Michael slammed the door to his room and sat down on his bed. Today was supposed to be his own little party of one. Now he wasn’t so sure what it was. He thought for a moment about leaving the house, going on a bike ride, or maybe even just a walk. But somehow, the idea of it being just him and his mom in the house had taken on a different meaning.
There was no way he could win, and it made him feel angry. His mom was hot enough to have any man that she could want, and yet it seemed as though he had taunted her into making him her prime target for teasing. Michael found the very idea of being around her to be sexually frustrating.
But regardless, she was his mom, and he loved her. Instead of spending the day moping in his room, he resolved to head downstairs and at least make an effort to be civil, and above that, to be normal. He left his room and headed down to the living room.
Heather was back in the kitchen. She had gotten dressed, and was wearing a tight t-shirt that clung neatly to her breasts and a pair of black yoga pants. She was bringing out a couple of pans and cutting up ingredients.
“Can I make you something for lunch, sweetie?” she said. His mom smiled at him, but there was a look in her eyes that made Michael’s heart pound. She was confidant. She felt like she had won, and she felt like she’d done it by being sexy.
“No, I’m fine mom,” he said. The words came out much more sharply than he’d expected, but he didn’t care. There was no reason for him to hide his frustration with her.
“Okay then sweetie,” his mom said in her flirty, sing song voice. “Just let me know if you need anything. Anything at all.”
Michael walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. As he browsed through the channel list looking for something to watch, he passed by one of the pay per view sex channels and had an idea pop into his head.
He tried to mentally convince himself out of it, but it was no use. His mom had pushed things further, and now he needed to push back. He clicked on one of them and the confirmed his purchase, and suddenly the screen was full of nudity.
The volume was muted, and there was nothing to immediately tip off Heather to what was going on. That was exactly how Michael wanted it. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, slowly kneading it up to its full length before proceeding.
The video was of a woman being fucked by several guys at once. She was naked, and going to work on as many of their cocks as she could take at a time. Michael slowly began to turn the volume up, smiling as he anticipated his mom’s reaction.
“Oh yeah, that’s right you slut,” said one of the men on the screen. “Suck it like a good girl.”
“Michael?” asked his mom, walking into the living room. “What was…that?”
The couch was facing away from Heather, but Michael was pumping his cock up and down in such a vigorous and obvious manner that there was no way for her to miss what was going on. He was getting into it, and felt a thrill shoot down his spine as he felt his mom’s eyes lock onto him.
“Yeah, give it to her,” muttered Michael. This was purely for show. He knew that his mom was watching him, but found himself want
ing to play up the part of the naïve, unaware teenager, pleasuring himself at the urging of his hormones. He wanted his mom to feel like the dirty girl that he knew she was.
The woman on the screen was now sucking one man’s cock, while another readied himself behind her and pushed the head of his dick into her cunt. She moaned, and made a cute, slutty face. Michael found himself thinking about his mom as he continued pumping his cock even harder.
“Oh yeah, that’s right big boy,” moaned the woman. “Your cock tastes so good.”
Heather had made her way around to the side of the couch now, and was leaning against it. Michael could see that his mom had a stern, disapproving look on her face, but there was something else. She was blushing, and seemed to be flustered.
A small bead of precum had formed on the head of his cock, ad as he rubbed his thumb on it, he turned to look at his mom. She wouldn’t meet his gaze, and seemed to fade back a foot or two, trying to act as though she was not seeing what was going on
The men were heating things up on the screen, giving the attractive woman the fuck of her life. Two of them now had their cocks pushed into her face, with a third working her pussy from behind. Michael could tell that all of them were on the verge, and he felt himself quickly approaching a climax as well.
Strangely, his mom had drawn close to him again. She was standing behind him on the couch, and he almost flinched as he felt her put her hands on the back of his shoulders. She brushed one of her hands across his hair, giving him soft attention in a way that only a mother can.
“What are you watching, Michael?” she asked, heavily feigning ignorance in her voice. He stroked himself more quickly now.
“Oh this,” he said. “I don’t know how it ended up on this channel. It’s some weird foreign film.”
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