David's Stepmom

My stepmom arrived on the scene several years ago from the east coast. I knew my dad was going to be a happy man from then on, and you can be sure he was. Sophie was her first name, but she went by Carol. Nonetheless, I came up with the nickname "Soap" early on, and it stuck. I remember fondly when I used to play basketball with her; my waist brushing against her behind and her girlish smile as she would score the occasional hoop on me.

Though now in her early 40's, Carol still has an incredible body. When she leans over her behind is tight and shapely against the tight black pants she brought with her from New York.

Occasionally at the dinner table she would bend over and I couldn't help but look over at those round hips. Four years ago Carol had a baby with my dad. My dad liked to talk about how he was sure she became pregnant on their first try - and I believe it - you could tell she was flushed and plumb with fertility. But that didn't change a thing. She was still as shapely (and I'm sure just as fertile) as ever and increasingly I found myself fantasizing about her. It stared when she'd come into my room at night and give me back-massages. Her smooth hands felt like heaven against me, and I could swear that she was trying to be sensual with them, knowing that she turned me on.

"Relax, David. You're so tense," she would say. I'd fantasize about Carol coming into my room at night when my dad was asleep and sitting on me, I kneading her full, succulent breasts. Her breasts are perhaps her best feature. So big and juicy; I'd look down her bra as she leans over to zip up my jacket or put plates on the table, in her sweet, motherly way.

My teenage sister was never anywhere near as beautiful as my stepmother. She knew this and became jealous of the attention my dad and I gave to this older woman. Even in my sister's most beautiful years - age 16 or 17 - you could see clearly in a photo of them trying on skirts that Carol had a much rounder, fuller figure, her long dark brown hair flowed gracefully down over her breasts. She is slender, yet her breasts and hips are round and full with softness and that beautifully tender skin.

When Carol was downstairs talking on the phone with that sweet sexy voice, I'd find myself in the bedroom soaking up the scent of her bras and panties, listening to her voice and imagining how it would sound under the covers with her smooth, voluptuous thighs on me.

Sometimes in the morning when she thought I was asleep she'd walk by my room and I got the pleasure of seeing her full figure; her baby-white skin and those cute little feet thumping softly on the wooden floor. Having the baby several years before clearly hadn't change Carol's hips and butt. Her bottom stuck up tightly against her panties like the 16 year-old girls' I flirt with at school. I guess it's just nature's way of letting you know that she's still ripe with fertility.

My dad went away on business trips quite often, and I think my stepmother was becoming a little lonely. And her body was so ripe with womanhood, in want of a younger, more vibrant sex life. Indeed, in want of someone she really deserved.

One night when my dad was away and Carol was cooking dinner for me, she leaned all the way over to clean up something on the floor, and, my dad not being there, I jumped at the chance to take in that beautiful rump. I could see her pussy lips faintly outlined through her pants. Carol's lovely behind was a foot away from my face! I immediately became hard, and couldn't believe how good she looked. Carol seemed to realize this and righted herself and pulled at her tight panties a bit (I guess she had a wedgy). She flushed a little and looked at me with her eyes wide, knowing what I must be thinking. She giggled and then smiled at me, then, clearly embarrassed, went to put her young son to bed.

That night Carol came into my room with some laundry and a bright, eager look in her eyes. Right then I knew what she had been thinking about that whole evening. Carol bent over to put my clothes away for me, and again, I found that beautiful backside right in my face.

Still, even with that glazed look in her eyes, I couldn't be sure that she was on to me. It was just too risky to try to make it with her. I'm a shy person and my family - could you imagine if anyone found out I'd tried to hit on my own stepmother! I'd have to live with her knowing that I wanted her, too. But here I was face with the sexiest woman I could imagine, her soft feminine body within my grasp; my father's wife!

I didn't know what to do with her. Soap.

So I just looked down and waited for her to see what my eyes were locked on. Our eyes met and I could tell by that flirtatious smile that something was going to happen, that I was no longer just going to be her polite stepson. I was instantly overwhelmed and in a moment I had given in to desire and our lust flooded into the open and we gave ourselves to each other.

I took her soft, graceful body in my arms and picked up her 135 pounds of succulent flesh and lifted her onto me, her head on my shoulder. She wrapped her legs around me.

"Oh, David!" she gasped.

Carol and I quickly rushed into her bedroom, and I set her down, thighs up, her cute little toes in the air. She lay there with a seductive smile as I unzipped her and spread her pale thighs. She turned her head and looked at me like a little virgin and took off her blouse, revealing those taught, perfectly large breasts under a bra. Carol knew what she was worth.

She looked up at me, her adorable yet innocent face looking up at me with anticipation. I lifted those warm thighs, so soft with white feminine skin, and she unzipped my pants and uncovered my eager young cock. I wasn't going to wait. I thrust my meat into my stepmother's now wet love hole and savored the moist warmth of her vagina. She took me and kissed me, a long French kiss that conveyed our just-surfaced lust for each other. Her breath was sweet and filled my lungs with fertile womanhood, as she exhaled. She kissed me with a passion that amazed me.

I slowly started working her, and could hear the soft slurping sound of my dick sliding in and out of her. Carol was softly rocking her tender pussy against me and I turned her over and sat her on top of me and savored the sight of her pretty face as I stuck my dick back into her. Carol's labia were tight around my cock and was so smooth as her inner thighs slapped down on me. I grasped her butt cheeks and kneaded them like she had my shoulders so many times. Her cheeks were full of flesh - fat and muscle in perfect proportion, wrapped tenderly in baby-soft pale white skin.

"Ohh, David, oooooohh!" she gasped.

My stepmother looked down at me and kissed me, and we paused to rest and contemplate what had just come to pass.

I continued my humping though, and her head bobbed up and down with the force as she looked at me with doe-eyes and a contented smile. I felt by balls smack up against her plugging her up, harder and harder, her lips tight around my dick. I squeezed her breasts into her until she moaned and said,

"Oh yes David, yes! Yes!"

My stepmom was giving herself to me and squealing little woman sounds while I pumped her and pumped her and shot my cum deep, deep into her pink, fleshy pudding. Carol's cheeks slapped against me, jolting with every spurt of my cock, her ass slapped down repeatedly and the whole room filled with a sweet slapping sound. 'Soap' couldn't get enough of me.

As she was riding me I looked up at the picture of Soap and my dad on the wall. I wondered what he'd think hearing his wife moan as she cheated with his own son!

After we finished dinner, my dad left to go down and work for the rest of the night, and Carol and I were left together again. In truth I think she'd become lonely, having to clean up and then put her son to bed by herself. Dad didn't get back up to the house until midnight or later.

Carol had a glow in her face, as she always does, and a sweet smile as we talked and she cleared the table. She was wearing those tight black jeans that outline the shape of her thighs and butt so nicely, and, as usual, I couldn't help but look when she had her back turned from the table. Carol is light on her feet, and she sort of prances around athletically, in the kitchen. It's a treat to be able to glimpse her graceful body every night, not having to look away because of the presence of my dad.

It was in this setting, night after night, that we became closer to each other. Her affection increased as I became her partner in the evening.

Carol was always aware of her sexuality; it was obvious to me in the way she looked at me with bashful, submissive eyes, and tonight not only did I feel an almost magnetic affection toward her - a strong urge for physical contact - she seemed permissive of that emotion which she seemed to sense in her stepson.

I smiled at her and patted her on the back as she stood at the sink. Just a friendly gesture. But I wasn't afraid of my obviously sexual overture, and she just turned, blushed and smiled back, her long brown hair gently rolling down the precious arch of her back.

I went upstairs to take a bath and soon heard her footsteps. I lay in the tub with a hot, almost sick feeling, I guess I was overwhelmed with a new, emerging sense of feeling about this woman - my stepmother.

Of course, as I would soon learn, I was on her mind too. She knocked on the bathroom door to ask me if Charlie could come in and brush his teeth.

Part II - The Bath

She and I both were comfortable enough with this situation - me naked in the tub with her in the same room - we'd done it before numerous times. I could feel my face becoming hot at the idea of her contemplating my naked body; my sex, which I somehow knew instinctively she could not but have a natural interest in.

Then it happened- as my stepmom turned around to lead Charlie back out, her cheeks were glowing and she looked at me bright eyed and just smiled - said nothing.

About ten minutes later she knocked on the door again and in a slightly different tone of voice - it was a nervous tone: "David, could I come in for a second?"

I unlocked it and she stood there, waiting, in her white bathrobe. I loved her bathrobe because it showed her pale white calves, which were so delicious - like pieces of meat or something - very white, thick and juicy. They were athletic, youthful calves, and since Carol rarely left any part of herself except her forearms uncovered, it was a rare treat.

At this point, there was no denying that our relationship had, if it wasn't already before, rapidly becoming sexual in nature.

"Are you coming in to join me?" I asked, only half-jokingly. She squealed an embarrassed giggle, and I repeated my gesture.

It was a peculiar situation; like we both were covering our feelings with this humor, as if it could never, never happen. But it was so easy. We made it happen.

"Come on, come over hear for a second, Soap." Like a young girl fixated with a crush, she obeyed her feminine feelings and yielded to me. I could sense that I was in charge now, that she was in my control.

I put my arm around her waist, still sitting in the fetid bathwater, and undid her bathrobe. Carol knew what I wanted now. I gently pulled her angelic naked body in with me as she surrendered herself. Until this time I'd never felt the presence of a woman against me, the warmth and weight of her body was overwhelming. My stepmom sat down in the murky water right in front of me, my legs straddling the outside of her thighs, my erect penis straight up, pressed between her lower back and my stomach. Her back and the nape of her neck were goosebumped and I just stared at it, never having glimpsed the texture of her skin this closely befor! e.

"Oh, David," she exhaled, overly dramatic. I wrapped my arms around her soft belly and held her as she slowly laid back her head onto my shoulder. It was a burdensome position she had imposed on me, but she seemed unaware of what was going on; she was lost in ecstacy and the passion of being held and pressed up to the my naked body, the acquiescent, virile body of her stepson.

Thus began what I considered as the exploration of this woman's body - a body I had imagined countless times in my mind, never thinking I'd ever get a chance to so much as see it uncovered.

Now I was pressed up against these voluptuous curves, delicious folds of pale skin that I would have begged for; the beautiful body of this 42 year-old woman. The water trinkled and splashed a little as we turned a little to get more comfortable.

There we lay, Carol virtually on top of me, for 15 minutes or so, soaking in each other's love as we soaked in the lukewarm water. I gently pushed her up, pushing against the underside of her thighs near her bottom, and she acquiesced, doing whatever I motioned for her to do; and sat on top of me. I looked up at her big brown eyes, sultry, and her rosy cheeks. My hands flattened, I slid them up and down the arch of her back, down to the bulbous curve of her fleshy ass cheeks.

I took the bar of soap and lathered her up, gently rubbing her butt and then around to her stomach and smeared her breasts, firm mounds of flesh which stuck out almost straight from her chest, while her back arched up in a youthful way and her long brown hair tickled my knees and fell down over her shoulders, sticking half wet to the side of her tits. I noticed a mole near the nipple of her left breast. Carol's moles turn me on so much, those little dark beauty marks embedded in tender white flesh. I pulled her down towards me to suckle the tit, which was slippery and smacked on my lips like a lollipop.

Carol's body is almost flawless in its shape - there is no disproportion or flatness - it's all curves; perfectly molded ones.

I slid the soap into her butt crack, dropped it, and rubbed the slippery lathered skin, sticking my fingers into her genital area; exploring this precious region that I hoped I'd get to know much better.

Tracing the roundness of Carol's butt cheeks while lathered with slimy soap was an indescribably arousing experience. This sexual groping and feeling was like a drug; like taking in something intoxicating, and I felt unworthy of savoring such perfect curves and tender flesh - like a drug I wasn't meant to have. And I wasn't meant to have it - this was my father's woman, but right now she was giving herself to me, and I was taking her, body and mind, away from him.

I felt powerful and virile, presiding over this delicious pale thing, squeezing her slimy, soapy 40 year-old ass cheeks as heat rushed up into my head and my heart raced, like I was on cocaine. While sitting on me, straddling me, my cock was buried against my stomach beneath her

After five or ten minutes of this it was time to move on, hopefully to the bed - we were both getting cramped and hot. The bathroom had steamed up with the heat from our bodies.

Soap got out first and I was granted another look at her figure, this time in anticipation; knowing that it was my body; my sexual possession. She leaned over to pick up her bathrobe and through her mass of pubic hair (Carol has a full bush down there), poking through ever so gently, was her vulva. Carol stuck her ass out toward me, and then looked behind her, grinning, full of self-satisfaction at the thought of how much I desired her sex right now. My stepmother was in seduction mode. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes wide, and feminine instincts on full alert - there was fear, anticipation, and raw sexual excitement in those eyes. I th! ought of how my dad must have fallen for this woman in an instant with this kind of female emotion surging from her. It made a man wild and anxious as a dog.