My mother died when I was nine years old. My father then married a decidedly younger woman, like a month later. I remember there was some gossip going on. Relatives would suddenly stop talking when I walked into the room. It was like some conspiracy. The only comment I ever heard was that she was closer to my age than my fathers.
My father did confide in my years later that he had been having an affair with Connie when my mother died. She died of breast cancer which had moved into her lymph nodes. My father claimed that in his frightened, vulnerable state he turned to another woman for sex. It was to him, something that felt good, in a life of misery.
Things were rough at first, but to her credit, Connie never tried to replace my mom, she was always just Connie to me.
I remember as a young teen checking her out all the time. She was a petite little thing with a slim build, and crazy, sexy legs. The guys were always making comments how my mom was a MILF. Thing is, she didn’t have any children of her own, but I don’t think we properly understood what MILF meant. Still, she was smoking hot. I jerked off over seeing her in her tiny night gown, almost nightly.
As I become an older teen. I wanted nothing more than to do her, and do her hard. I would make random comments about her body, or how pretty she was. She took it all in stride. Looking back, I’m sure she had guys coming on to her all the time.
It started one afternoon, after I came home from football practice. It was the day before my eighteenth birthday. I should probably point out that she was only twenty six, but she looked more like 20. I came into the kitchen, as she was trying to reach something in the back of a cabinet. She was wearing a short skirt, as she was prone to do with a thong underneath. When her skirt had raised up it exposed her entire ass. I stood there in amazement for several seconds sprouting wood like a porn legend.
“Nice Ass! My god that’s perfect,” I said.
She quickly straitened up, pushing her dress back down, blushing like a school girl.
“Caleb, I didn’t hear you come in. Can you reach that muffin mix?”
“I know what I’d like to mix with your muffin.” I retorted, as I reached past her to retrieve the box.
“Stop, before you forget, and your dad hears you when he’s home.”
“When is he ever home?”
As I turned to hand her the box, I just just kissed her. I have no idea where it came from. It wasn’t like I planned it, or there was some tension, we just shared a passionate kiss as if we were already lovers. Her body was so tiny and warm. She felt absolutely perfect. That kiss was absolutely perfect in every way a teen boy could imagine.
“No! Stop.” she yelled, as she pushed me away.
I pulled away, said “I’m sorry,” and started to leave, but she stopped me.
“Caleb wait, it’s not you. I’ve been completely faithful to your father. I’m a married woman. Do you understand?”
“Sure.” I said as nonchalantly as I could, but I knew deep down, that she saw right through me.
I didn’t eat dinner. I was angry at myself for not being man enough for her. “Why did I kiss her anyway?” I asked myself. “God if she tells dad, I’m toast.”
She finally knocked on my bedroom door about nine that night. She brought two of the muffins, and a glass of milk, on a tray.
“You have to be hungry, Caleb. Look, if I weren’t married to your dad, maybe things could have been different. I’ve known you half your life, and I care for you, you know. Please eat?”
“Hey, I’m sorry I kissed you. It just happened. Can we forget it? I didn’t mean anything.” I said as I bit into a muffin.
“What? No comment about eating my muffin.” She said with a smile.
God I loved to see her smile. She was so beautiful.
“I’m sorry Connie. I shouldn’t speak to you like that. I do respect you.”
“It’s fine, just don’t let our dad hear you. He might get the wrong idea. Speaking of your dad, he just called. He won’t make it in until tomorrow afternoon. He’s stuck at Dulles.”
“Of course he is. I know, it not his fault, but it always happens.”
“I know, it’s your eighteenth birthday, and your friends are probably planning some wild party, just promise me you’ll be home for dinner, please. Your dad said he wants to share a beer with his son. I’ll bake your favorite German chocolate cake for your birthday.”
“Okay, I’ll be there.”
She left me alone, and I masturbated to her like every other night, but this time there was that kiss. It was real. My god did her body feel good. I came in seconds.
I hadn’t even told any of my friends about my birthday. They would just want me to go buy them beer. I really just wanted to be alone, and sort out how I felt about Connie. She was my step-mother afterall, and I wanted to fuck her so bad.
I got home shortly before dinner time. I noticed dad wasn’t home immediately. I wasn’t really surprised. Connie came from the bathroom wearing her tiny bath robe. I could tell by the way she had her hair wrapped up in a towel, that she had just taken a shower. She smelled so nice, and her legs looked so soft. You can’t imagine how badly I wanted her. My dad was a crazy lucky men.
“Dad couldn’t make it?” I asked.
“No. He’s been reassigned for a week.”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
“Hey, I’m here aren’t I? Come on let’s have dinner, and then we’ll open your presents.”
“Presents? As in more than one?”
“Your dad ordered you some things online, and I got you something too.”
We had our dinner, and the cake. I kept hoping Connie’s short, little, robe would loosen up, but that didn’t happen.
I opened the presents from dad. They were all nice. Connie excused herself to go to the restroom, and returned a few minutes later.
“Are you ready to open my present now?” Connie asked excitedly.
“I know what I’d like to open,” I said ogling her robe then instantly regretting it, because of our conversation the night before.
She blushed, and smiled. “Then why don’t you open it?”
“Yeah, right. Like you’re going to let me.”
She pulled my hand to cord holding her robe closed. “Happy birthday.”
I pulled the cord which she had tied in a bow. As the bow came undone, she allowed the robe, to slip over her solders, and fall to the floor. The only thing she was wearing underneath was a wide red ribbon across her boobs that was tied between them like a bow tie, and another ribbon was attached to a red satin thong.”
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed; my cock already throbbing. “Are you serious?”
“I’ve given this a lot of thought. Your dad’s never home, and you’re an adult now. You do want me, don’t you?”
I didn’t hesitate one more second pulling the loose end of the bow between her tits. They spilled out in all their spender. I sucked her nipples into my mouth while groping her ass. I reveled in sucking them like a baby. The heat of her naked skin was pure ecstasy.
She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. This was really going to happen. She pushed me down on the bed, and as sexily as she could say it, she said, “You still have one ribbon left.”
I pulled that one lose revealing her perfectly smooth, freshly, waxed pussy. She told me to lie back and climbed on top of me. My cock slid right into her cunt as she rode me, pleasuring herself on my manhood. God her cunt was hot and tight. I was fucking her. I was actually really fucking Connie.
I’ll be honest. I was young, and inexperienced. I came way too soon.
“God that feels so good. I’m gonna cum! I am so sorry Connie,” I moaned as spurt after spurt of my sperm erupted into her cunt.
“It’s okay,” she said half laughing, and half excited. “You’ve never been with a girl have you?”
“No. I wanted to make you cum too.”
“It was fun, Caleb. We had a great time. You’re bigger than your Dad, you know,” she said now stroking my cock in her tiny hand. “Just relax. You’re doing fine. It’s been so long for me. Did you see how wet I got? I’ll be back in a minute. I need to clean this up before it gets everywhere.”
She ran into the bathroom, to drain the cum from her cunt as I used a couple wet wipes to clean myself up as well.
I was already getting hard again when she returned.
I see you’re ready for round too, she said, climbing on top of me once more. I wasted no time getting my cock into her. I was determined, this time, to make her cum.
“You’re fucking gonna make me cum. Fuck me,” she screamed, her orgasm exploding, as I was slamming her cunt from below.
With her orgasm subsided, she rolled off of me, lying beside me. “Take me Caleb. Fuck my cunt. Show me you want it.”
I fucked her like a freight train. She came again, as I finally buried my cock to the hilt, and unloaded the remainder of my birthday spunk into her.
We wore ourselves out with each other, after fucking a third time, we officially slept together in the same bed that night. We were like dogs in heat. We couldn’t contain ourselves.
We were fucking several times daily. It was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. I guess we had a lot of make-up sex to experience.
The following week, my dad came home. We played it cool. I don’t think he expected a thing. It was the longest week of my whole life. I needed Connie more than you can imagine.
My dad, and I finally shared that beer.
“I’m proud of you son. Working at the store. Fred says you’re a great asset. I’ll understand if you want a place of your own, but I wish you stay here, and watch after your mother for me. It’s not that I don’t trust her, but she’s a very, lovely woman, and there are some crazy people out there.”
“Thanks dad. I promise, no one else is getting near her.”
Just then Connie came out of the slider onto the porch where we were setting.
“Linda’s in town. Hope it’s alright. I invited her over.”
“Of course it’s alright.” my dad remarked. “Hey son, you and Linda are just about the same age.”
“Hank,” Connie chided, “I’m not sure it’s appropriate for my stepson to be dating my sister.”
“I didn’t say anything about dating.” my dad said with a broad smile.
Linda was gorgeous. She was a lot like Connie, but just different enough to intrigue me.
Dad, and Connie got into some argument about finances, so Linda and I escaped to the barn with our drinks. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, I was balls deep into Linda’s sloppy little hole.
We got cleaned up, and started to head back into the house, but could hear dad and Connie still arguing.
Linda said goodbye, and just got in her car and left.
We dropped dad off at the airport when it was time for him to leave again. He was no sooner through the door than Connie and I were locking lips.
“Take me home, and fuck me right now,” she begged. “God, I need your cock in me.”
It turns out that dad had been having erectile dysfunction problems. He and Connie hadn’t had sex in over a year, and this week had been no different.
And so our affair began anew. While dad was off doing his thing, I was at home fucking his wife nasty. Things were great, until she became pregnant. She didn’t want an abortion. Her biological clock was ticking, and she wanted a baby.
I think that’s why she chose to have an affair with me. She knew she could tell everyone it was my dad’s baby, and they’d believe her. Everyone, except my dad of course. To her credit she was going to level with him, that she had been unfaithful. She wasn’t going to tell him it was me, of course.
We anguished over his return. For weeks we wondered how we were going to tell him. Then he was killed in a random act of violence in Chicago. He was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Connie took it very hard. Here she was pregnant with another man’s child when her husband died. Things were rough, but we got through it. I never told Connie, but at the same time my father was dying, the two of us were happily engaging in some extremely, nasty, carnal sex acts.
I told her, I loved her, and wanted to be there for her, and the baby. Honestly, I was just afraid of losing her pussy. I don’t know if I’m actually in love, but I do know, I don’t want to lose her, or our soon to be child.
It turns out my father left us well taken care of. Not only did he save every penny from my mother’s life insurance policy, for me. He had invested it. I now never had to worry about work again.
Connie too not only got dad’s insurance, but he left her with sizable retirement and savings accounts.
Connie said it was too soon for her to get married again. She was married too young, and wants to be free a while. But, we are shacking up for now. The sex is just too good not to.
