The Stepson! (Jack Stalker and TmcJagger)

[Jack Stalker]

When Naomi Watson had met her Lawyer husband, Robert, while providing expert testimony as a psychologist during a divorce trial six months ago... they had fallen upon each other after the case ended like animals, with hot sex in diverse locations followed by a whirlwind romance which ended in a fast Las Vegas marriage. Everything was supposed to have been perfect, but from the start things began to deteriorate... just as fast as they had started. Sure, he had a teenage son, sure she would need to move to L.A from where she was staying in Vegas, 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. The first was that Robert was often too tired from his legal work, or being taken away from home for it, to perform his 'marital duties'. He gradually lost interest in sex, perhaps because she had such a high sex drive, perhaps because he was getting older, in his fifties compared to her being in her forties? The second was that his son Tom Watson was actually far more attractive and virile than his father had ever been... something she was ashamed to admit.

Tom was so attractive that the last time Robert had made love to her, over three months ago, she had come hard while thinking about the boy. It was the thought of her step son thrusting inside her, not Robert her husband, that had made her orgasm violently. 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 someone he wanted to fuck rather than his step mother. Was he as sick and incest depraved as she was? She should have been psychoanalysing herself, instead all she wanted to do was find out if his imagined interest in her was real, no matter how wrong it might be.

Hell, who was she trying to fool? The more wrong it was, the more the thought of it was turning her on.

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

This morning was no different, except for one important factor, this morning her husband would not be meeting her with a towel or a smoothie since he was away for the weekend. He'd been called to San Francisco to cover a case hearing there and was staying over until Monday, leaving her to 'look after' Tom. It was a little annoying, but it filled her with a little thrill, to think she would be 'in charge' of the young man for the weekend. Sure, he was old enough to look after himself, but Robert had insisted she keep him with her over the weekend... so she hoped Tom didn't have any plans. Just this morning she'd gotten a text that meant she'd have to pay a visit to a rich paying client in Las Vegas. She was damned if she was going to spend hours driving during this summer heatwave, so she'd already chartered a Lear jet to Vegas, and she'd have to take Tom with her just to keep Robert happy.

Despite having no husband to greet her (or perhaps because of it), Naomi strode out of the surf with a smile on her face and headed up the beach. The morning sun was already seeking to dry her lithe form with it's warmth, and since her husband wasn't here she wondered if Tom would pick up the slack for his step mother... meeting her with at least a drink? She wasn't sure what his schedule was for the weekend, she just hoped that he would be okay with flying to Vegas with her, to provide her with the opportunity to get to know him a little better. They might even have the chance to take in a show or do a little gambling... she was confident he could pass for twenty one and she wasn't the tyrant about his age that Robert could be.

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, decent normal human being without a sinful depraved thought in her head...

...was thinking about what it would be like to fuck her own stepson, like she was some incest fuelled deviant.

She glanced up at the deck as she walked, an interesting sea shell in one hand and her swimming goggles in the other, the rest of her sporting only an extremely small purple string bikini, which showed off every inch of a body she kept in sculpted shape for just one reason.

To fuck.

The deck overlooked the beach and was cluttered with loungers, the Jacuzzi and the barbecue, as well as a shower stand to wash away the sand and a small rectangular pool. As she approached she wondered if Tom was even up yet (his father had left deep in the A.M). One of these days she needed to persuade Tom 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 or abusing him in her office, despite everything common decency, morals, ethics and the 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 incest... and she was ashamed at herself with the way she couldn't seem to resist or recover from her twisted urges.

Getting to know him better was the key. Once they were familiar with one another the sinful attraction of sex and incest would fade away.

Wouldn't it?

She was convinced she saw and heard movement from just inside the house as she reached the deck, if so there was only one person it could be. "Tom?" she called out, as she stepped under the shower to wash off the sand from her feet and the remains of the salt water from her skin. Her Australian accent had never really left her, despite her time in England and America, and was a distinct contrast to the accents in L.A. "Do you fancy getting me something to drink? Oh, by the way, I have to go to Vegas soon and that means you have to come along too. I hope that isn't too much of an inconvenience? We don't need to leave until tomorrow morning, I booked us a limo to the airport, and I have a few things I need to pick up today... as well as attend my friends gallery opening this evening."

She paused, closing her eyes as she turned slowly under the stream of water, running her hands over her form, caressing the swell of her bikini clad breasts, stroking her fingers down her sides, across her stomach and around to her ass and the back of her thighs. "If you're up for it I think we can have a really good time this weekend, while your fathers away... and you know how relaxed I am about things. So you best bring your fake ID... I know you must have one by now." she chuckled, turning around to face the ocean as she showered off, before turning back and sauntering over to a lounger to sit down and wait.

"Let me know your thoughts and any suggestions, this weekend is for you to have fun too." she finished with a grin, slipping her shades onto the top of her head. It only now occurred to her that he might have heard her frustrated and embarrassing argument with his father Robert the night before, about how her husbands lack of initiative in the bedroom was leaving her frustrated. If Tom had, then she wondered if he would be tactful about it.

 

[TmcJagger]

Growing up, Tom never really knew his mother. All his dad told him was she was off doing her own thing and left the two of them one day without any notice. That was a long time ago and honestly, Tom never really hated her since he never really knew her nor did he ever try to find her. She had her reasons for leaving, so he left it at that and lived with his dad. Living with his dad wasn't as much fun as he thought since his dad was rarely home and anytime he asked for something, he normally always got it. Though when they moved to the L.A. beaches, that was when his father had to spend a lot of time out of the house. Little did Tom know was that his father was doing more than working. This went on for a few months and then realized his dad had remarried some new woman he'd never met. She was an attractive woman to Tom, something he'd never admit to his father to his face.

They hadn't spent a lot of time together, but he had jacked off many nights thinking about her, though normally it was when she wasn't home or late a night when he knew she was sleeping. His step-mother was a fine piece of meat, she was over 40, but he knew age was just a number and when she'd worked out, he'd spy on her from time to time when she was in the house. He was normally up during the night and spent a good prtion of the day sleeping, but today was different. His father wouldn't be home for at least the weekend since he had to go out of town for something work related. He knew this weekend was going to change their relationship in one way or another. This would be the longest the two of them would be alone since their marriage.

He wasn't sure if his father trusted him with her, but there had to have been a reason but Tom didn't care. Any chance he'd get to spend with her, even as shy and awkward around her as he is was well fucking worth it to him. Everytime she walked around the house, Tom would watch her out of the corner of his eyes trying not to draw her attention. He was walking around the house when he saw Naomi walking back towards the house. He saw her bikini that she was wearing and instantly felt himself harden under the gym shorts he was wearing. It was a beautiful day outside so he figured she'd have been out doing something.

He heard her call out for him in her sultry and beautiful Austrailian accent and asked if he'd get her something to drink. He made his way to the kitchen to get her a drink. As he got her drink, he heard her speak of joining her on a trip to Vegas. "Uh.. sure. I guess I can join you. No harm in it." He says as he brings her the drink and something for himself. Watching her in the shower as she washed her body off, he tried not to stare at her. "Yeah, I have a fake ID. It's almost a given most kids have one by my age around here." He says to her as he walks up near her as she sat in the lounger.

"I mean, I don't know a lot of things to do. You know me, I don't leave the house that often." He says as he comes over to sit next to her. Looking at her, he kind of felt bad for the woman for having to deal with the stuff she does. Lack of husband in the house, in the bedroom and really only there to give her money if she'd want it. He knew there were needs a woman has that apparently his father isn't meeting the standards of. Looking around, he did his best to keep his gaze off of her to the best of his ability. Tom really hoped that Naomi couldn't tell he was attracted to her. He'd probably never come out of hsi room if she were to find out. She'd probably laugh at him or tell his father. Those were things he did NOT want to experience. Though if he was lucky, she'd at least accept his feelings and turn him down and that was the best outcome he could think of.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Sitting in the wicker lounger, Naomi rested her arms on her toned abs and steepled her fingers. The morning heat beat down without mercy, but it was not unwelcomed as she felt the sheen of water left by the shower begin to fade on her skin. She crossed one knee over the other and bounced her foot as she waited, pondering the future that awaited her over the next few days. Her urges could hardly be called sinful or even wicked, they could not be called adulterous or depraved either, no, there was nothing wrong with the feelings she was developing for her step son, nothing at all. She wasn't Tom's real mother, he wasn't her real son... and his body was youthful, ripped, virile, any woman would have wanted to fuck him. God, she could only imagine what he was doing to the girls at whatever university he was attending...

...no, it wasn't wrong to want him, even though she was married to his father. Yet it felt wrong, it felt wicked, it felt depraved, it felt incestuous... and that just made her want him even more. The wrongness of it, whether society liked it or not, whether it was debauchery at its worst or not. She didn't care. She fantasized about Tom every day, had been doing so for weeks... and she wasn't sure how much longer she should resist temptation, whether she should even try. Why not take advantage of the time they'd been afforded by fate this weekend? Why waste any more time?

Danger. It was a dangerous situation. She could shrug off anything he said as adolescent fantasy, but she couldn't afford a messy divorce or accusations of step incest. Besides, as beautiful as she considered herself, he was less than half her age, it was entirely possible that he wasn't into her at all. She had to make sure... and she'd make sure by deliberately taunting him with the sight of her, teasing and flashing skin until her not to be ignored psychology skills told her that he one hundred percent wanted to fuck her. Well, a hundred or something close enough. Hopefully he'd be forward with his appreciation of her and display some of a youths legendary thirst.

"Great!" she smiled at his response to her offer to go to Vegas on business. Of course, it wasn't as though he had a choice, but a positive response was welcomed and appreciated. She grinned at his mention of the I.D. "Well, I'd hardly call you a kid anymore. You're old enough to do a lot of things, aside from drinking." she offered, accepting the drink. "What is it? Do I need to add a little extra buzz for us, to celebrate all the fun we're going to be having this weekend?" she asked, gazing at the glass. She sat up, straddling the lounger, drink in one hand, while her other hand teased a forefinger around the cap of a vodka bottle which had been left on the table next to her, before picking it up to add some to their drinks unless deterred. She was hardly a lush, despite the ignorance of her husband pushing her that way, but a morning kick didn't go amiss.

She let her gaze roam over him as he sat down on the lounger next to her. Leaning over she gave him a pat on the knee, allowing her gaze to stroke its way up his body. He was in way better shape than his father, fit, slim, muscles in all the right places, though she took a brief pause at the size of his package. Boys, always stuffing things down there to compensate for some freak they'd seen in a porn flick. No one could be that big naturally, could they?

She was busy, usually. Working, online consultations, face to face with other clients. So hadn't noticed that he didn't leave the house much when not at uni. "Really? I hadn't noticed. Maybe you need to?" she suggested. "I thought a guy like you, all immortality and immorality of youth as well as a killer gym body, would be out with friends. You must have a few girls trying to drag you places by now." she shrugged. "Anyway, I can't abandon you here when I go to my office... and you'll be doing me a favour if you come to the gallery with me this evening." she leaned in a little closer, "You wouldn't believe how many opportunists there are out there, waiting to hit on a married woman out by herself, especially at a gallery showing." she sighed. "And I'd be so disappointed to have to miss Natalie's photography work. We'll leave earlier enough to get our beauty sleep before we need to head out tomorrow morning." she added.

"Would you do me a favour? I'd like to pick out something sexy and fashionable to wear, but not too slutty, you know? Have you seen anything you like me in? Or maybe you could come inside and I could show you a few things I've picked out. Your fathers pretty useless in that respect, I'm sorry to say, but you're so unlike him in so many ways. Perhaps you'd bring a welcome and fresh eye to things?" she suggested.