The Stepson! (Jack Stalker and storyteller2080)

[Jack Stalker]

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When Naomi Watson had met her husband Chris, while providing expert testimony as a psychologist during a divorce trial, their marriage was supposed to have been perfect, but from the start things began to deteriorate fast. Sure he had a teenage son, sure she would need to move, sure his job took him away from home a lot, but she thought she was making a good decision. It was only after she moved in with him that she realised two things... One was that Chris was often too tired from his legal work, or being taken away from home for it, to perform his 'marital duties'. He had gradually lost interest in sex, perhaps because she had such a high sex drive, that and the fact that he was getting older, in his fifties to her forties... and two, his son was actually far more attractive and virile than his father had ever been.

He was so attractive that the last time Chris had made love to her, a month ago, she had come hard while thinking about his son, not him. Her own stepson. It was sick, depraved and wrong, but she couldn't stop thinking about the young man, especially as she imagined that he had been looking at her, more and more, like she was a piece of meat rather than his step mother. Was he as sick and incest depraved as she was? She should have been psycho analysing herself, instead all she wanted to do was find out!

Their beach house, set up on a semi secluded stretch in a expensive slice of the L.A shore line, was perfectly located, both for her work and for her free time. Even though she was pushing fifty, but looked at least ten years younger, Naomi kept in shape! She put hard work into having a body that a woman twenty years younger would have been jealous of... staying in shape through some use of the home gym, and swimming in the ocean each morning.

This morning was no different, except this morning her husband would not be meeting her with a towel, or a smoothie... since he was away for a week. Instead, when Naomi strode out of the surf and headed up the beach, the morning sun already seeking to dry her lithe and fit body with it's warmth, there was only her stepson awaiting her, assuming that he was up at this time in the morning. She wasn't sure what his schedule was for the week, she just hoped that it would provide her with the opportunity to get to know him better, much better. She had only been married less than six months, and already she felt impulses and urges which were becoming harder and harder to resist. It was impossible to deny it any longer, Naomi Watson, Psychologist and Therapist, professional career woman and loving wife...

...wanted to fuck her own stepson, like she was some incest fuelled deviant.

She looked up at the deck which overlooked the beach, cluttered with loungers,, the Jacuzzi and the barbecue, as she approached, wondering if he was up yet. One of these days she needed to persuade him to join her on the beach or to go for a swim, or maybe something even more fun. It was not enough to just finger herself while thinking about him, or to fantasize about him being on her therapy couch and abusing him despite everything common decency, morals, ethics and common law screamed against such acts. It wasn't enough to imagine anymore, she was close to the edge. Close to plunging into the depraved world of mother and son debauchery... and she couldn't wait.

 

[storyteller2080]

Life was good! But, it really could be better.

Jack Watson had that sense about him, that teen edging into young adult swagger that made certain women weak in the knees. He also had an arrogance that came from knowing that he was a hot hunk! He worked hard to present himself as one hot piece of ass and had the muscles and body type to show it! He wasn't slouching in that department and was planning on continuing the lavish lifestyle he was accustomed to.

Yep, he was an arrogant son of a gun. He portrayed himself as a good boy who cared about charities and stuff. It wasn't that he didn't per say; it was more that he was also hungry and knew how to game the system. The more he did, the better it looked for college stuff. He was arrogant, not stupid!

You had to put in the work to live the kind of life he wanted to live.

Jack Watson also craved things. Well, it was more accurate to say he coveted things. Take his dad's new wife, for instance. He knew he straight-up wanted her. He had from the minute he saw her. One look at that hot-ass babe, and he knew his dad couldn't handle it. Not really. They said women got a higher sex drive when they got older, while men suffered from a lower sex drive. IE, it was always better for a woman like her to be with a young stuff like him.

It was just… science.

So yeah, He wanted his stepmother, and living as an upper-class white young man taught him, he could take what he wanted. Why should he care about taking her from his dad? His dad was weak!

And in this case, the strong took from the weak.

"Lookin good Mom!"

Jack was leaning against the wooden railing of their deck. His tan brawny arms glistened with sweat as he watched her behind a pair of oversized sunglasses. His black hair looked light and fluffy, begging to be touched and run through with her fingers. He leaned back, giving her a full view of his delicious chest.

"How was the water?" He purred.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Naomi smiled at the compliment as she approached her step son, Jack. He was strong looking, powerful, virile, masculine, none of the weight of years and the degradation of age showing on his trim, perfectly sculpted body. Looking at him took her back to her youth, when she preened for young, dextrous, enthusiastic young men, one's just like jack.

No, that was a lie... she'd never managed to snag anyone quite like Jack. The arrogance she sensed from him, sure, but his looks and swagger were another level. They were on a level that she found hard to ignore and impossible to resist. He made her giddy with lust sometimes, dreaming about his hands on her, her body against his, he made her feel and think like his father never had, and more often than not he made her something his father consistently failed at.

He made her wet.

She felt like she was on fire, when it was simply the heat of the morning sun warming her skin and evaporating the water. Still, she managed to continue to heat further as he spoke to her, her cheeks taking a light blush. She played it off as faux modesty at his adoration, when really it was an inner heat fuelled by want and desire.

"Thanks Jack, as for the water? It was wet." she replied with a smile. "Very, very... wet." she gave a smirk, paused by him as she swayed her way up onto the deck. She let her eyes roam across his body, put on display and ripped with muscle and tone. His body was a flashback to a time when his father might have looked as good, a time far away that he would never see again... while every day his stepson looked more and more desirable.

"Were you planning to take a swim too? You should have let me know, we could have done it together... or are you ashamed to be seen with your stepmother?" she gave a soft chuckle, stroked her fingers up his right arm in a casual gesture. "And really Jack, you can call me Naomi if you want to, I've told you a dozen times." she grinned. She wasn't that comfortable calling him her son... because it only caused her to shiver with anticipation when she thought of how sinful it would be for him to put his hands on her.

She walked over to step beneath the shower they had installed on one side of the deck, to wash away the salt from her hair and the sand from her skin. She let the water stream down her, smoothing her hands over herself, before turning around and letting it cascade down her back, the feel of it caressing her body from her shoulders, down her spine to stream between her ass cheeks, flowing down between her thighs as she glanced over her shoulder at him. "What are your plans for today anyway darling? Would you like me to whip up some breakfast before you head off somewhere... or are you planning to stick around today? In any event, I hope you aren't planning to go too nuts, now that your father is out of town for a week." she added.

Naomi cut the water and brushed her hair back, letting it splay down her back as she brought her hands down to rest on her hips, tilting her head a little as she looked at him. "After all, with Chris away, you're the man of the house... I hope you're mature enough to take on whatever duties befall you as such." she smirked, grabbing a towel to rub against her hair and drape over her shoulders.

She sashayed over to one of the beach chairs surrounding an umbrella shielded table, sliding down into it and crossing one knee over the other. "Could you be a darling and bring me a smoothie while you're contemplating your plans? Then you can reveal your desires for the week... I was hoping we might be able to do something together. I'm very open... to suggestions." she finished innocently.

 

[storyteller2080]

Jack smirked in response. There was something about her comments nowadays! Was it his imagination, or had they gotten a lot flirtier? He was torn between thinking he was being too hopeful and the arrogant response.

Because why the fuck WOULDN'T she want him?

"Wet eh?" Jack gave a cockeyed smirk. "Sounds like a fun time, eh, mom?"

He watched her as she sashayed and swayed onto the deck. His tongue came out and ran over his lower lip. Then, it disappeared inside as she reached her destination. Jack reveled in it, unlike most young men who would have freaked out at looking. Right now, he was the man of the house! On that alone, he should have been allowed to look.

Right?

Jack shook his head. "It seems I've already missed my chance, love," He winked at her. "If you're not in the water, there's really not much point. Not from where I'm standing, at least." He chuckled. "But I'm glad you enjoyed it. No shame, and I think I'll keep calling you Stepmom, though. Something much more fun about calling you that than your name."

He flexed, admiring his bicep as she approached the deck shower. He watched every drop of water careen and caress her body before dripping down. He licked his lip again, wondering what it would be like to lick it all off.

'Oh mother,' Jack thought. 'The fun we could have.'

"I'd love some breakfast," He promised her. "However, I'm not going anywhere. Not today at least. I'm all yours for the day."

He laughed when she finally sat down and crossed her legs. "To late, mother," He grinned. "You already know my plans! At least, for today. So, if you really want that smoothie, you'll have to bat those big sexy eyes at me and ask ever so nicely."

 

[Jack Stalker]

"It's the heat." Naomi had replied to Jack's comment about a fun time. "I like to spend as much time wet as possible these days..." she casually looked over her shoulder towards the ocean, "...and I picked the right place for it..." she continued. She looked back towards her stepson, and for the first time allowed her gaze to drift away from his face, to trail down his toned torso to his groin and back up again. "...what with just what I need right on hand." she waved a hand towards the surf rippling up the beach, but it wasn't the surf that was in her thoughts, more like the virile young man in front of her.

She could feel his eyes virtually raping her from behind his shades, fucking her with their gaze as she preened about in front of him. It made her quiver inside, making her feel like she was eighteen again just from the heat of that stare. She got off on it as much as from actual contact, the thought that she could still get a teenage boy hard, filled with lust, ready to abandon everything holy and decent, for his own stepmother. It was sick and yet the situation excited her, the sense of power that coursed through her, power which could be used to corrupt a young man and consign him to a sinful life of incestuous urges made real.

Naomi shrugged at his choice to call her stepmom. In truth that simply added to the depravity of her thoughts, so she chose to let it go, for now.

She smirked at the sight of him flexing his biceps, then tilted her head as he spoke up about breakfast and being available all day. "Well, you'll have to let me know what you'd like to do then. My treat.... and what would you like for breakfast?" she asked, "Fruit is usually my go to, or some cereal with ice cold milk... but sometimes I feel the need for something warmer inside me." she replied casually.

An eyebrow was raised at his smoothie remark. Really? Was he forgetting who the parent was around here? However her initial bristling was calmed by his sexy eyes comment. She felt a slight blush form on her cheek, but she could attribute that to the heat, even beneath the shade of the umbrella jutting up through the table. Her nipples stiffening and the wet sensation between her thighs was different though.

She smiled, leaning forwards, her elbows on the table, her chin resting on her hands as she laced her fingers together. She looked at him for a while, then slowly bat her eye's. She'd been swimming, so her fake lashes were absent, but she still pulled off a smouldering look. she licked her lips, then flashed him a grin. "Oh please Jack, won't you get your mother, and yourself, a smoothie?" she then leaned back, resting her hands on her stomach, her fingers idly teasing at the waistline of her bikini bottoms. She then raised one hand and wagged a finger at him.

"A little less of the resistance though, don't think that you aren't too old to be put across my knee for a spanking young man." she paused, then laughed, clearly joking. "I'll have something 'pineapply'... and then we can negotiate some activity that we'll both enjoy and get a lot of fun out of." she continued to smile, her eyes sparkling with some mirth as she waited. The wet bikini which clung to her body concealed the moistness brewing between her thighs, but did little to conceal the bullet hard nubs of her nipples, as they strained against the flimsy fabric covering her breasts.

"Oh, and since you are being such a good boy, add a dash of rum to our drinks, yes?" she added.

 

[storyteller2080]

He couldn't get a handle on her. He honestly didn't know if she was trying to seduce him at this point in classic Mrs. Robinson fashion or if she was just being fun and flirty. The sexual innuendos she was giving him could also be described as innocence.

Well, they could have been if not for the purr in her voice.

He couldn't tell for sure. If given the chance, though, he was going to find out! At this point, The house was there for a fair bit of time, and he wasn't the type of guy to back down. She had somehow miraculously found herself with the kind of wicked Stepson who would jump into bed with her and make those porn fantasies come to life!

That was if things worked out.

"That's much better," Jack grinned. He flexed his biceps again and blew her a kiss. "I love a girl who says please in just the right sort of way. You might be the parent mom, but I hate to tell you I'm not the submissive type. I much prefer being the MAN of the house." He stressed the word.

"Which means," He hummed and came over. He ran his fingers through her hair and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. "Taking care of certain things and being firm when you need it. However, since you asked nicely, I think we can do the smoothies. Right now, that sort of hunger is furthest from my mind."

He slipped his glasses down so he could wink at her before pushing them back up.

"One smoothie with a dash of rum coming up," He hummed as he moved to the door. "I'll pass; I'm not a big smoothie fan."

Some fresh fruit would be nice…..

It took him fifteen minutes to get it all done. The smoothie, the rum, and the fresh sliced fruit for himself. He put it all on a tray and balanced it on one hand. He also put one of his dad's beers on the tray just to see if she would let him get away with it.

She was going to let him have some rum after all.

And during all that, he had not for one second forgotten that lovely temptation that was her bikini bottoms. She was on full display in the greatest of ways and was glorious. He loved every second of her show-off manner and wasn't about to stop her!

The more she showed, the stiffer his big fat dick got after all!

"So," He sat beside her and set the tray down. "Did you say something about activity negotiating?"

 

[Jack Stalker]

Naomi was having fun, toying with Jack like a cat with a new toy, until she was ready to sink her claws into him.

"A girl?" she chuckled. "I'm a grown woman, I'm nothing like the little girls you're used to playing with." she huffed good naturedly, but the way he say her only served to fuel her confidence and fan the heated flames of the lust building inside her. At this rate she would need to take another shower.

"Well, you may not like taking orders, but you know how it is. Until you get your own place you have to do as your father tells you." she commented. "Of course, until he gets back you are welcome to try to take on the duties of the man of the house. You know, taking out the trash, fixing the roof, changing a tyre. You know. The usual." she continued to reply in a joking fashion.

And then she was shivering as he approached and the heat of his body overwhelmed that of the morning sun, the kiss on her head unexpected. She froze, waiting until he shifted away again.

She flashed him a dazzling smile, lowering her eyes to his groin, then back to his face as she replied. "Oh yes, you may need to be very firm on occasion, so that I don't get the wrong idea. Neither your father nor I would want you going soft at your age, you need to learn to stick up for yourself, as long as you don't forget who is ultimately in charge until you are really an adult.. After all, being the man about the is only temporary, until your father gets home." she commented.

"No smoothies for you?" she pouted. "How disappointing."

He was a long time coming, so Naomi picked up a a magazine which had been left on the table, the pages were almost squishy from the humidity, warped in places, but she thumbed through a few sections, calling out as she did so. "When was your birthday again Jack? You're a Leo aren't you? Leo the powerful young lion?" she asked in a teasing session.

When he returned she admired his dexterity with his tray balancing act. He'd make a good waiter, but with his fathers money he would never have to do such a menial task.

She didn't bat an eyelid at the beer, not at first, then it slowly dawned on her, yet again. She'd grown up in England, then Australia, before moving her psychology business to the sates. Here the drinking age was a ridiculous twenty one, which she had never agreed with.

"You know, now that I see it, I think I fancy a long tall one." she said, snatching the bottle from the tray and popping the lid. She brought the rim towards her lips, shifting to stroke her tongue up the neck of the bottle to lather the froth, which was spilling out, into her mouth. She then took a long slow draw from it, while keeping her eyes on Jack, a crooked grin on the curl of her lips.

"I hope you don't mind?" she smiled, then put the bottle down and started to get up. "Don't worry. I'll get you another... then we can start negotiating. I was thinking a shopping excursion." she told him.

As she rose from her seat the side of her bikini bottoms caught on the arm of the chair, unthreading and starting to fall open. "Oh my god... not again." she sighed. Turning side on to him she looked almost naked from the waist down, as she gathered the two strings from front and back (which were normally tied at her hip). "I'm such a klutz when tying knots, it's my nails I think. Would you please be a darling?" she asked in a sweet tone. She held the strings stretched out for him to attend to, while turning so her back was towards him, leaning over the table she idly thumbed the magazine.

"Hmmm... oh... did you see your horoscope today?" she asked, her innocent casual tone back again, speaking as though she were almost disinterested in her topic. "Leo. Time for the Cubs to do as they're told and the Lions to take what they want. But beware the injured Lioness and the angry King. These get more and more cryptic, don't they?" she mused while she waited.

 

[storyteller2080]

Jack smirked. She was talking a whole lot of game about who was in charge and who wasn't, which tickled him something fierce. In the end, he knew she did; she was, after all, the adult here. However, he really wondered how hard she would try and enforce that. He had to admit he was naturally rebellious and didn't like being told what to do.

Of course, she was already getting a taste of that.

In the end, he was fairly sure the two of them would keep this dance and seesaw up until it hit its natural peak. They were both too damn good-looking not to fall into bed together. Maybe that was stupidly presumptuous of him, but like she said when she stroked his ego.

He was a fucking lion.

"No smoothie for me," He smiled. He brought up a bowl of fresh fruit. "I did get fresh fruit though! And I'll try and remember who has all the power here while Dad is gone." He winked at her before bringing strawberry to his plump lips. He bit in, letting the juices dribble down to the corner of his mouth and then spill onto his cheek.

"Should I be upset you don't remember my birthday?" Jack quirked an eyebrow. "If anything was going to earn you a spanking, it's that! For shame, mother dearest. For shame."

His tongue came out to collect the spilled juices and slurp them back up. It was his turn to pout when she took his beer and drank it. "And here I went through all the trouble of making you that smoothie." He teased. "Are we switching drinks or something?"

She promised to get another one, and he beamed. His eyes admired her tonguing the bottle. Christ alive! If that didn't make his cock ache, he wasn't sure what would. He had a half-hard stiffy he was dying to take out and thrust down her throat. He wanted to get it all nice and lubed up to fuck that mature pussy!

Yup! It was official, he didn't give two fucks that she was his stepmother.

"Shopping?" He asked with a frown. "I was hoping for something closer to home."

'Like fucking you in dad's office chair….'

He practically choked on a strawberry a second later as her bottom "came undone". Oh shit! Snorted when she offered out the strings to him.

'You want to play?' Jack thought as he took the strings. 'Well, let's play.'

"Cubs and Lions and Lionesses?" Jack asked as he moved onto his knees right next to her chair. He didn't bother tying the strings. Instead, his hand disappeared under her bikini bottoms, and he started massaging her mound. "Why do I feel like you're reading a prophecy just as much as you're passing judgment?"

He leaned in and clamped his mouth on her hip. Before she could pull away, he sucked hard, even adding his teeth a little to give it a bite. His goal was to give her a hickey, but he'd settle for just a slight mark on her perfect creamy skin. He sucked until she batted him away, then pulled back to admire his handiwork.

"Now, what about shopping?"

 

[Jack Stalker]

"Wow. Those look quite sumptuous." nodded Naomi, as Jack tucked into a Strawberry, except that when she ate one it was more like she was slowly sucking the bulbous helm of a massive erection between her lips. She slowly squeezed it through and into her mouth, where she sucked on it for a fleeting moment before pulling away the stump and greenish root to discard to the tray.

She snorted at his retort about a spanking. She could barely recall his fathers birthday, why should she recall his?

"Do you have a problem?" she asked at his pseudo complaint about the drink. "I have voracious tastes... and sometimes I get bored of the same old thing, and I want something different. Something better. Something more flavourful." she told him, teasing the rim with her tongue before taking another sip of the beer, the cool liquid washing down her throat and serving to cool some of the fire burning within her belly.

"Aww... I wanted to get your opinion on some new outfits, I'd like to see if I can get some things which flatter me.... and I can't think of a better opinion than that of a virile, strapping young man like yourself Jack." she smiled. "Of course, you'd have to stop thinking of me as your step mother for a few hours. I'm not sure that isn't both asking too much of you, as well as being a little inappropriate... I wouldn't want to make you feel..." he gaze slipped down his body to the bulge forming. "...uncomfortable." she snorted a little.

She wasn't expecting him to slid down onto his knees, what was he doing down...

"...FuuuuuuuuuuckkkK!" the moan was long and loud, starting as a word and descending into a guttural bass moan. Her groan resonated in the air around them, as she felt his youthful fingers violate her mound, breaching any taboo barrier that should have existed between them to violate her without a care in the world. Her eyes darted up and down the beach, left to right. If anyone was out for a morning jog or stroll, they were too far way to notice right now. Her body shivered and she bit her lower lip and closed her eyes for a moment to savour the touch.

Her right hand slid into his hair, fisting to harshly grasp at the stands there, as she opened her eyes to look down at him. "AhhhH... about fucking time Jack. I've been waiting for you to shift from being a naughty boy to something better." she hissed, her nipples hardened to the point where she thought they would cut through her bikini top, as her pussy flooded with excitement and anticipation.

As he started to bite, she fisted her fingers more viciously and dragged his mouth away from her sizzling flesh. Her free hand moved down to cover the hand he was using on her mound, her bikini bottoms falling away. She guided his fingers against her sopping wet slit, stroking with them to splay open the lips of her drenched gash and guide his fingertips into the wet heat of her crease.

"No marks. I don't want your father asking questions... and neither do you." she growled through clenched teeth. He'd shown his hand, literally, and now so had she. With her grip still tight in his hair, she turned around and squeezed her bare ass back against the table, holding his face a few inches from her now bare naked and exposed pussy.

"We can go shopping later." she as good as growled, moving his hand aside she drew her middle finger through her dripping gash, lathering it then pushing it between his lips, before pulling his face between her spread thighs as she leaned back. "Eat me out. Show me how much better you can be than your father... there's no going back now, you freak." she finished, staring down at him with heavy lidded lust filled eyes, her teeth tightly clenched as she gasped in some air, almost panting at the thought of her own stepson feasting on her cunny like a wild animal at a watering hole.

 

[storyteller2080]

Jack wondered how his precious stepmom really felt about his boldness. In truth, it was a risky play. Sure, she seemed to be putting down major fuck me vibes, but if he was wrong, things were going to get really weird and awkward fast. There were some things you had to take a chance on. It sounded like she had plans to seduce him with new outfits and stuff like that anyway!

And he still very much wanted that. After all, there was nothing sexier than a woman in slutty clothing. All that sexual energy between them was too much for the hormonal teen to bear! It was time to equalize things. And if he got burned, so be it. At least he would crash and fail so spectacularly.

Not that he was planning on failing.

Jack's ears pricked when he heard his mother groan. A large smirk crossed his face. He kept sucking, really making sure there was a mark there that he could enjoy while his father was gone. His father was such an idiot and dense about that kind of stuff that even if it was there when he came back, Jack doubted he would understand the subtext behind it. Jack pulled back, eyes laced with heat as he watched his mother's reaction.

Oh, he had definitely left a mark.

"Sorry, Mom," Jack laughed and swatted her ass. His hands were still where she had put them. His large fingers casually stroked her pussy. He didn't stick his fingers inside her, instead opting to run his fingers up and down her outer and inner lips and tease her. His thumb also stroked and played with her clit as he regarded her.

"But it should be gone by the time Dad gets back. Plus, why the fuck would I care if he got his head out of his ass and asked questions?" He snorted. "Hate to say it, but Dad's a fucking idiot."

He stretched, showing off his muscular body as she repositioned. When she offered the taste morsel of her own arousal, Jack popped her finger into his mouth and sucked. He moaned at the taste, and his eyes fluttered shut for a second. He released her finger when she pulled back and laid back to give him access to the tastiest morsel of all.

Her pussy.

"Why the fuck would I want to go back?" Jack asked with a laugh. He grabbed her thighs and forced them to spread further. "Give me what I fucking want."

And with that, Jack dived down to her pussy. Instead of shoving his tongue inside of her, he took his time. His tongue lapped and licked at her sweet, swollen folds. He took his time licking and lapping at her outer and inner lips as his tongue ran up and down. He keyed in on the area around her clit, teasing and playing with it as his large hands squeezed and caressed her thighs.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Naomi couldn't believe she was going through with it. It was sick, all it had taken was for her husband Chris to go away for work, and she was prepared to fuck his son, her own step child. Yet the more she thought about how sick, twisted and wrong it was, the more she soaked herself between her thighs. She'd been imagining doing things with Jack for long enough, it was time to feed her cravings, cravings that her husband was incapable of. As much as jack might love her, his lack of a sex drive had left her frustrated and horny... and this was better than cheating on him, wasn't it.. I mean was it really cheating when you were fucking a family member, the man's own son?

Of course it was, there was no amount of fantasizing that could justify having sex with a teenage boy, but that's what she wanted. She wanted him, she wanted to fuck him, she wanted to feel what it was like to have a hungry eager cock sliding balls deep inside her until she was flooded with hot cum and writhing in ecstasy from a good hard orgasm. Already her pussy was creamed up, virtually frothing with excitement as he took the initiative with that single move of taking away her bikini bottoms, showing that he was just as twisted and perverted as she was, as she'd hoped. She was more than twice his age, yet he wanted to fuck her, wanted her just as much as one of his teen college girls, maybe more. The thought of it all left her exhilarated and buzzing with anticipation, eager to progress, eager to engage in the warped and twisted incest that beckoned.

Her breaths immediately became ragged and uneven as she felt him stroking at the lips of her quim, lathering his fingers with the foaming residue which was oozing from her drenched lips. She licked her lips, then clenched her teeth and hissed as he assaulted her with his fingers, the sting of his palm on her ass having sent a shudder through her entire body, one which had only served to make her pussy weep even further with excitement.

"You're really cheeky today Jack. Yes, your fathers a fucking idiot, but he's still your father, and my husband... and we need to be careful... especially now that I know what a nasty, twisted, sick little fuck you are." she stared at him, teasing her tongue across her teeth, her eyes flaring with a hungry lust that had been held back and restrained for way too long. She only prayed that he was capable of satisfying her. While largely impotent, his father was still pretty well endowed and could do a fair job, if she had the energy to take the lead.

She spread her thighs when he asked, grinning as he lowered himself down, her fingers gently clawing at his scalp as she helped position him where she wanted. Her ass squashed against teh table as she rose her right leg, draping it over his shoddier and using her left to steady herself as a breathy heat assaulted her quivering cunt lips. He was really going to do this... he hadn't even baulked for second like Chris would have. There were so many things he didn't like... things which his son, so far, obviously, did not shy away from.

She moaned out, loudly, as he leaned in and began to tongue fuck the folds of her cunt, licking and lapping with his tongue about her lips and clit, while his fingers molested her thighs. "God yessss..." she hissed, leaning back so she was stretched across the table. She raised her other leg to drape across his other shoulder, while reaching back with her hands to grab at the table edge above her head. Her tits pushed upwards as her back arched, her nipples like small bullets tenting her bikini top as she writhed against his mouth. Her eyes rolled back for a moment and she was momentarily dazed, before she was left staring into the sky. "Fuck... keep going... finger me Jack... ahh fuck... finger me while you lick my clit." she told him her voice a strangled gasping parody of its normal self as she grew wetter and wetter, her girlish fluids pouring from her slit as she got more and more turned on.

"Don't stop. Eat me... aHhh, oh god... your father cold never... MmmhhHmmmHh!" she whimpered, moaning at each stroke of his tongue as he continued to slash his hot wet muscle back and forth and round and round her throbbing hood and engorged clit. "I... AUUuHH... I'm going to do bad things to you Jack. Very bad." she groaned, forcing herself to lift her head up and look down her body towards where his head was mashed in between her thighs. "I hope you're as big as your father... I need a big hard cock... and I need you to keep going... keep at it Jack... auuuHHh god... fuck me with that beastly tongue, you animal. Put your fingers inside me, finger fuck my cunt... tell me how hot I am, how much you want me... finger me while you crawl up my body and suck on my tits." she groaned, gasping out the words as she swayed and ground against his face with her dripping gash. "More... I want... I want to come so bad." she looked at him wide eyed, a blush on her cheeks. Normally it took her a good forty minutes to come like this, but the way he was working her, the way she was already primed?

She doubted it would take four.

It was sick how badly she wanted his attention, but she would stop him if he tried to go further. Right now all she wanted was for him to soak her cunt with spit and fuck her with his fingers and tongue, until she was ready to choose how to let him take things to the next level...

 

[storyteller2080]

Jack was in pure fucking heaven!

He was over the moon! There wasn't any other word for it. He didn't have a single hint of trepidation over the whole thing. How many times had he stroked his cock to his step-mother? No, he wanted this.

He fucking needed it.

The hunky younger man was cheeky! He wasn't in awe of his mother or struck tongue-tied by her. He was an alpha male, and he knew she wanted him to! Which did help his confidence. They were two kinky fuckers, and they were about to have a shit ton of fun together.

Two weeks of debauchery and fucking fun.

He watched her sweet wet pussy get all nice and wet for him and moaned in delight. He wasn't some idiot jamming his fingers in and hurting her. He knew what he was doing. His large fingers worked in and out of her. He ran his fingers against her puffy pink outer lips. The entire time his thumb stroked and played with the area around her clit. Not touching it directly but teasing it up. Every so often, his tongue would go back to lick and taste her arousal.

But he wasn't tongue fucking her. Not yet.

He snorted when she called him cheeky. He could have said something, but he opted not to. He continued his lovely assault on her older mature pussy. Jack continued to give her the exact thing she craved. A young buck between her legs showed her how much she was wanted.

And how much she could be needed.

She put her soft, smooth leg on his shoulders. He moaned in pleasure and wrapped his meaty hand around her outer thigh. He pulled her closer, forcing her ass to slip down more. This brought him closer, and he eagerly took advantage. His tongue slipped deeper inside of her as he started to tongue fuck her properly.

He couldn't hold back anymore.

"I'm going to do both, mother dearest," Jack said between licks. "Going to ruin this pussy. You won't be able to return to the old man and his limp dick once you've had the monster in my pants." He beamed at her.

The wetter she got, the more his tongue moved. The more she gave him, the more he took. There was so much decadence to enjoy! So much to handle. He wanted more!

He needed more.

"You want to hear some dirty words from your son? Going to be hard when I want to bury it in your pussy mum," He smirked. He moved back but kept pumping his fingers in and out of her. "But I think I can do that. I think I can tell you that you're hot as shit. That all my friends are interested in you. To tell you that I've cum so hard for you that it's shot across my room like a canon. That I've stolen your dirtiest thongs and wrapped them around my cock. That I've almost cum in them a handful of times. That I've been waiting to fuck you like this for a very long time. I want you. I want you so damn bad, and I'm going to give you the fucking of your life. Right now, you need to be a good girl and cum on my fingers! So I can eat you up."

 

[Jack Stalker]

Naomi creamed herself as Jack pushed his lips and tongue against her cunt and went to work. She couldn't even recall when she had last been eaten out, it was so long, before she was married for sure. Her sopping wet slit was drenched with excitement, a frothing foamy mess of fuck juice and spit, as she felt her entire body writhe and shiver with pleasure. A feeling of bliss washed over her, rippling through her as she was feasted on by her stepson. Her eyes rolled back, her lips parted and moans of pure ecstasy spilled forth from her mouth, as she gasped and groaned through the assault on her sensitive folds and dripping gash.

The lack of satisfaction she gleaned from his father, and the pure lack of attention, combined with her regimens and exercising, meant that her cunt was still as tight as a younger woman's might have been, a fact which was evident as she tensed up. Her tight abs and slim body shuddered as his fingers invaded her tightness. Her inner walls clenched at his probing and invading digits, grasping them and squeezing as she welcomed the long overdue attention.

He may have been young, but he was either carrying some experience, perhaps from fingering some schoolgirl whore he'd taken advantage of, or he was naturally gifted.

The combination of his thumb, maintaining pressure on her throbbing clit, and the teasing of his tongue against her sensitive nub and pulsing hood, kept her simmering, buzzing with joy. Naomi gasped, hissed, and felt the need to shift less and less, simply holding him with her thighs and legs, the heels of her bare feet stroking against shoulders and back as he went to work on her. She'd been prepared to start giving him instructions, but he was doing so well that she found she could simply lay back, grasp the table and savour every lash and thrust of his fingers and tongue.

"Oh my gUUuOoDD... AAUunnGGnnHH... yessss... right there!" she moaned out loudly, not caring, enjoying herself too much to worry about fuelling his ego, or even the sound of her voice carrying far enough to reach the ears of some unseen beach goer... out for some morning run.

Chris was so fucking useless in bed, with his small prick and lack of consideration. Jack's tongue was further inside her than any mans had been, since likely her prom night. Her body quivered as he dragged her towards him, her back arched as her ass slid against the table edge, squeezing against it as she slipped down a little. Her knuckles turning white as she gasped at the table edge above her head, her arms stretched as she clung to maintain her balance on the table as he tongue fucked her warm juicy slit.

She knew, right then and there, that she wasn't going to be faking an orgasm to get more attention this morning.

"God... I hope you aren't all ego and talk." she gasped, as he boasted about being bigger than his father. She might actually feel something when he fucked her. Just the thought of it pushed her to the edge, more than once, and she had to calm herself to stop herself coming too quickly, a sensation she certainly wasn't used to.

Naomi continued to moan, not the simple 'oohs' and 'aahs' of encouragement that men needed to stroke their ego's, but moans of pure unadulterated pleasure, whimpering moans which were undeniably the real thing. Finally she let go of the table, struggling to push herself up on her elbows so she could look down her taut tight body. Her washboard abs strained as he feasted on her cunt, then shifted back to assault it with his pumping penetrating fingers. Her cunt lips dragged along them, while her eager cunny delivered obscene sucking and squelching sounds, as she was continuously violated. Her frothing secretions dripped from his digits onto the deck, and streaked her inner thighs, almost as though someone had flecked her skin with watery shaving foam. It was shocking and clear evidence of her excitement.

Her irrefutable, sick, taboo breaking and illegal lust for her own stepson!

"Your... your friends? AAHhAHAHnnnMMm... fuck... I... I don't want your silly little friends Jack... AhhHh... I want you!" she moaned, while she clenched her teeth. She then widened her eyes a little, a crooked grin smearing across her features. "So... that's what happened to my missing thongs. You're a sick little pervert, aren't you... AUUnNMM!" she managed to gasp out the words as she continued to wallow in the attention. He'd taken her from zero to sixty in record time, and she was already simmering, edging on his fingers as he spoke filth to her.

With a herculean effort she reached down, grasping his wrist. "No... no, not yet, I want more too." she hissed. She stood up, twisting away from his fingers, pulling them from her cunt to leave strings of fuck juice dangling from her sodden lips until they snapped and fell away to slap against the decking.

Turning around she bent over the table. laying across it, feeling the plastic against her taut abs and still covered tits. She reached back, clawing at her ass cheeks as she exposed herself. "I'm not on the pill... so, in lieu of any condoms, until we get some..." she grit her teeth and looked back over her shoulder at him. She spread her legs into an inverted V, flattening her soles against the decking as she tightened her grasp on her ass cheeks, tugging them apart to expose her dripping cunny, and more importantly her tight anus.

"...I want you to put it in my ass. You're hard enough, aren't you?" she struggled to get the words out, the strained syllables pouring firth as she ground her clit against the edge of the table, keeping up the pressure his fingers and tongue had wrought upon her to push her to the edge. "I want you to fuck me in my ass. Please. Fuck me there... I want it. Fuck me in my ass Jack. I want to feel you come in my ass... only then do I want to come in your mouth afterwards." she was panting with anticipation. Hadn't even dared to look and see how hard he was, or how big he was. "Your father could never get hard enough to force it in... but I know you can do it. I want to remember, remember how fucking hard you were, how big you were this first time." she fixed a demanding stare on his eyes, a mix of commanding and pleading.

"Fuck me in the ass Jack. I can take it... give it to me. Do it!" she hissed, squirming and writhing, a bitch in heat as she swayed her hips a little, adjusting her stance, her toes curling against the wooden planks beneath her feet as she raised her ass, stretching her legs out and lifting herself, her upper body mashed against the table, her nipples scraping it, her cheeks flush with hunger and lust. Taking it in the ass was no more taboo breaking or sick than fucking her own stepson, if anything it gave her a feeling of overwhelming excitement, to know she was such a wicked and wretched individual.

 

[storyteller2080]

Damn! Who knew older pussy could taste so good?

Jack loved every second of it. She tasted fucking decadent, and she was so responsive. Unlike most young girls who had their eyes on their phones, Jack had Naomi's full attention and dedication.

And that was hot as fuck as well.

His tongue continued to thrust in and wiggle inside of her. The heavy sounds of his smacking lips as he ate her out with hunger and gusto. His fingers were still inside of her, too! They pumped and thrust as he timed it with his tongue lashes and fucking. His entire goal was to get her to cum so he could taste her release.

He fucking loved tasting her cum.

His ears pricked with the sound of her loud screams and moans. A wicked smirk crossed his face. It put a feather in his cap to hear her enjoying it so much. It was no small thing, taking a woman this sexy and refined and turning her into a moaning, writhing mess. He made a mmmm sound against her pussy and went back to tongue and finger fucking.

He still wanted to make her cum.

She would just have to wait and see about his cock. Jack resisted the urge to giggle against her pussy. Her moans spurred him on, and his eyes flashed with heat as he heard her hit a few particular high notes.

Who knew his mother could be such a lewd slut?

Jack frowned when she told him she wanted more. What? Another growl of frustration hit when she grabbed his wrist. What was she doing? He wanted to taste her arousal, damn it. He wasn't happy when she tugged his hand away and then said something silly about condoms.

Condoms? Who the fuck said anything about condoms?

Jack leaned back as she offered her ass. For a second, he was sorely tempted to take it! After all, what young buck wouldn't want to take a mature woman's ass? Especially when that ass belonged to one's hot mother. However, she had tried to be in control the entire time, and Jack was frankly tired of it.

"Oh, you're damn straight. I'm hard enough," Jack smirked. He pushed his hips out and let her feel his hard throbbing cock. "Hard enough to split your ass in two and give you a real fucking."

He bent over, pressing his abs against her back. His hand reached around to collect and play with one of her breasts. His fingers pinched her nipple and tugged it out firmly.

"But I wasn't done licking that pretty cunt of yours, mother dearest. And I can tell you right now there's no way in shit I'm going to put a condom on. I hate them. So, as much as I would love to fuck your ass and really make you scream, I think I'm going to go and shower. We can go on that shopping trip you spoke about. Then maybe you'll be interested in letting me finish up that absolute fucking dessert between your legs."

He winked at her and made his way into the house to go and take his shower.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Naomi hissed as Jack leaned over her, trembling with anticipation. She clawed at the table edge, her nails scratching against it as he grasped her tit, squeezing and molesting it with the feverish energy that she expected from a younger man. He wasn't going through the motions, like his father might have been, he wanted her, wanted to fuck her, was eager for it and that excited her even more, knowing the effect she was having on him, with a body she had sculpted for sex, sex which had been a long time coming due to the lacklustre interest of his worthless in bed father.

So why wasn't he inside her yet?

And then, as he gave some ridiculous speech that was little more than an excuse about why he didn't want to fuck her, she realised the truth.

'Like father, like son.'

He was just as useless as his father was. This had all been a huge mistake, and thankfully it had stopped before it had gone further. Gathering herself she retried to her own shower and, after getting dressed, slipped out of the house to go to attend to her errands by herself.

If he ever mentioned what had happened again, she would just deny it all as adolescent fantasy.

The End.​