Stepmother and son begin a new life

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Stepmother and son begin a new life, The house was eerily silent. Even at 10pm, I generally expected some noise, despite the events of the past few days. Dad and Andrea had been fighting constantly lately, only changed up by his epic snoring and the very rare round of make-up sex they had. My kid sister Chloe was at the grandparents for a few weeks during the summer, as I think my folks hadn’t wanted to expose her to their fighting and whatever was going on over these weeks. They were in counseling, but honestly, it seemed like divorce was going to be inevitable. I stayed around because summer session was in full swing, and I needed the extra credits and prep work in my last couple of terms. My master’s program, I was told, was a lock, and I’d likely be staying at Colorado State (unless one of my two dark horse candidates came through), but I still didn’t want to slow down or not be fully prepped come winter term. Plus, not that I enjoyed enabling him, but when Dad passed out drunk somewhere—which was most nights—he needed help to steer to the bed or couch. Andrea was too small to maneuver his short and chubby frame.

Me, I’m Alex, 23, and a student in the Linguistics program at CSU. My dad, Jim, had married my stepmom Andrea when I was 12, so I’d grown up with her as a fixture in my life. My natural mom died when I was three, and I barely remember her. She drove home from the bar way too shitfaced to even walk one night, and went off the side of a mountain pass. Apparently dad and Linda, my mom, had a real messed up, sick alcoholic relationship, but, when she passed, dad got his act together real quick, went to rehab, and stopped drinking. I remember how once my grandma had asked me if I understood that dad went to AA and what that was, and I lied and said yes, but I was 10 and had no real clue. I just knew he didn’t drink. Most of my life had been pretty standard, with a family that occupied a little cute house with an actual picket fence, and two cars in the garage. Dad was decently successful attorney that worked for the county, Andrea a nurse, and when I was 18, Chloe came into the world, and I adored her more than anything. Throw our three dogs into the mix, and life was pretty much idyllic.

Then, one day, three years ago, dad cracked open a beer at a summer BBQ. If only we had known just how bad it would get, I would have ran screaming to knock it out of his hands. For a few months, he was fine, but soon his drinking escalated. It became daily, then in the morning, and now he routinely got sick in various places and had driven my poor stepmom ill with worry and angst. After several stints in detox and rehab, his job had unceremoniously booted him—quite an accomplishment for a public worker. He hadn’t worked in over a year, and he had put on 60 pounds from the normally health-conscious guy I grew up admiring. He was angry and belligerent much of the time, and was getting down near impossible to deal with. All he did, it seemed, was sit in silence, watching TV, drinking, and smoking cigarettes. He had moved into the smallest room downstairs, and it wasn’t uncommon to not see him for long stretches of hours or more. I had seriously considered moving many times, but had only stayed because Andrea had basically begged that she needed reinforcements. I had stopped bringing friends over a year ago, and I had begun to seriously detest my own father. I saw a therapist and even sought out a support group, and they all told me the same thing, “Separate with love.” Basically, don’t enable too much, and let them run their course, since you can’t change it anyway. We had taken certain precautions, including tucking away all their retirement and large savings away, canceling his credit cards, and only giving him access to a regular checking account with a relatively small amount of money in it, but still, it didn’t change much except the size of the damage he was capable of doing.

I adored my stepmother. She was originally from Germany, with the very slightest accent, and an absolutely stunning woman. She stood about 5’6″, with long flaming red hair that descended down to her lower back, gigantic deep green eyes, amazing features, high cheekbones, and full, pouty lips. I’d had a crush on her when I first met her at 9, and had told my dad she was “Too pretty to be a mommy,” which he thought was the most adorable thing he’d ever heard. Fortunately, so did she, and she had always favored me since that day. She was a very huggy, cuddly person, and even before things got weird in our house, it wasn’t uncommon for her to come up to me and snuggle with me on the couch. I certainly didn’t mind. My friends all thought she was one of the most gorgeous women they’d ever seen, and they were probably right. Plus, after Chloe, she had put another 25 pounds on her formerly hardbody build, but the thing was, she carried it perfectly. It had all gone to her ass, breasts (which, I knew from doing laundry, had plumped out to a 38DD), hips, and the slightest bit to her tummy. It made her sexier, if possible, and when she walked, those wonderfully jiggly bits bounced, swayed, and in general were a bit distracting, for both me and my friends.

While I tried not to indulge them, I admit I’d had one or two fantasies about her when I was alone and relieving some tension. It didn’t help that, in between things you accidentally find out from living in the same house as someone, as well as dad’s now too-loose tongue, I knew things about her sexually that no stepson should know. Like the fact that she was largely submissive, though not a fan of major pain. That she was very sexual, and loved both oral and anal. That they had gone to swinger’s parties a few times back in the day, but dad had been uncomfortable with other guys touching her, so it had stopped. Dad had even bragged to me one night that she was tied up and blindfolded, waiting for him to fuck her in their bedroom as a makeup act, but he was making her wait, “because, fuck her!” When he’d passed out on the couch, my curiosity got the best of me, and I’d snuck up to their room and snuck a peek, opening the door as slowly and silently as I could manage. Sure enough, there she was, laying on her stomach, totally nude, chained, and just waiting. Her pussy was obviously dripping, and I had gotten instantly hard as a rock looking at her. It was simply the most erotic site I’d ever seen. I quickly escaped to my room, and had masturbated furiously three times in a row. My cock felt like it was possessed, it simply would not go down, and I shot gigantic, explosive loads each time. Finally, I managed to calm down, cleaned up, and got some fitful sleep. I vowed to never peek or pleasure myself to her image again, though, to my shame, I was unsuccessful, as frequently she would sneak into my fantasies when I was alone. The next day, however, dad and her fought, and from what I could overhear, he had never come up that night. “What an idiot,” I thought, as I kept to myself and tried not to betray my emotions on my face that day, as per usual.

So here I was, sitting alone on a Friday night, watching TV and wondering why I heard nothing. Not dad stumbling into something. Not Andrea and her quiet walk padding up behind me. Nothing. It was creepy, almost eerie.

You know how you get used to bad so much that you don’t even think about it anymore? That was dad’s decline. I kept hoping he would see what a shambles he was making of his life and have some remorse, but he never did. Failing that, I kept praying that he’d die in his sleep and my poor stepmom and sister would get some peace, but it never seemed to happen. Finally, one day, it all seemed to change in an instant, and though it was weird and traumatic in the moment, it was a defining moment that bore some of the best things my life has ever produced.

It came at first as a picture on my cell phone from dad. A picture of him and some drunk skank he occasionally hung around with and was fairly sure was banging, named Donna.

“Heading to Vegas Bro! Gonna marry this girl! I’ll let you know when I get there.”

I flipped out. I quickly dialed him. He answered on the third ring.

“What the hell do you want kid?” he slurred badly.

“Dad, what the fuck?! What’s with the pic?”

“Ah fuck. That wasn’t for you.”

“What the hell is going on?!” I nearly screamed.

“I’m leaving. I left a note in my room. I’m taking off. Can’t take her shit anymore. Sorry kid, but you’ll be fine. You’re grown up, you should get outta the house anyway,” he replied.

“So you’re just leaving? And what about that Donna girl? You’re already married!”

“Not for long! Read the note, I don’t have time to talk, kid.”

“You’re gonna regret this if you ever sober the fuck up, you fucker! How fucking dare you do this to her and to Chloe!”

“Hey, don’t lecture me you little fucking shit, you don’t know anything yet!” he shot back. By the sound of him, he was way gone. I wondered if he’d even remember this conversation. “It ain’t about nothing except her being a cunt.” I winced a bit, and I think he heard me gasp a bit. “Yeah, cunt. She’s a fucking cunt. The only thing that’s good on her, too. So I left. And she’s up there in the fucking bedroom all bound up waiting for daddy to come in and give it to her good. But joke’s on her, cuz I’m halfway to Vegas right now and I ain’t coming back!”

“That’s fucking horrible. Thanks for leaving me a giant mess to clean up again, you stupid drunk bastard!” I was losing it. My vision was tunneling down and I realized that if he were in front of me at the moment, I’d probably have beat him within an inch of his life.

“Hey, you only care because you’re in love with her, you miserable pussy. So since you’re so in love, why don’t you go up and fuck her yourself!”

“What?!!!! What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shot back.

“Yeah, fuck her yourself, get that oedipus shit outta your system, and take my cunt wife off my hands! I don’t have time for this shit, read the fucking note and don’t call me again. I’m changing this number the first chance I get anyway. Have a good life kid.” And with that, the call went dead.

I stood there in shock for what seemed like an eternity. It couldn’t be. He wouldn’t. He loved Andrea, Chloe, and me. What the hell was with him?

My leg started to twinge, and I realized I hadn’t moved, phone in my hand, for I don’t know how long. I shook my head, and went to his room. It was a bit disheveled, but most of his stuff was gone. Closet empty. I found the note, and pulled it open. i won’t bother to go into it, because it was about six pages, and most of it was self-indulgent bullshit. About how he hated her, didn’t want either of the kids. Felt trapped by life and his career. Blamed my stepmother, his parents, me and my sister, his boss, anybody who had ever tried to keep him sober, god, and anybody else he could think of. How he hated being told not to drink, and how he had been doing blow again (that part I didn’t know, but it made sense). We hated seeing him happy and having fun. He’d be filing for divorce, he said. He’d never return. We should all give up on him.

I sat down on the bed, and just thought. A few tears rolled down my cheek. I was sad, but the truth was, even though I was hurt, the tears were more of relief. I knew that I had lost my father sometime in the past two years. This was just the official death knell. I sat there for a few more, wondering what to do. How was I going to break this to Andrea?

Andrea! Shit, I had forgotten about her. She was still in the bedroom, bound and waiting for my miserable excuse for a father.

I went into her bedroom, wondering if she really was restrained like dad had said, and how on earth I was going to gently get her out of this predicament without embarrassing her. I honestly had no idea what the hell to do. I could only envision her crying in embarrassment, and the crazy crying she would likely do as I told her about dad leaving. I went up to the bedroom, and gently knocked on the door. There was no answer. I waited another few seconds, softly tapped again, and again heard nothing. She must be asleep. At the very least, though, I could unhook her and cover her up. So, I went in, slowly and quietly, and whispered “Andrea?”

The room was dark, save two candles. Sure enough, dad was right, and she was naked, lying on her tummy. She appeared to be sleeping, and her wrists were contained by a leather cuff apparatus, with a long chain hooked to in and running to somewhere behind the headboard. Her legs were each individually restrained, though it looked like she had enough room to move around the bed with some motion. Her eyes were covered by a satin blindfold, and her legs were spread wide open. It gave me an uncomfortably unobstructed view of her pussy, which, though it appeared to not be actively lubing, was, I noticed, puffy and quite wet. Apparently she really liked this. I stopped for a moment, transfixed by the site. It had been at least a year or so since I’d last seen this site, and I had almost forgotten how incredibly erotic it was. I stopped in my tracks, transfixed by the display of powerlessness from her, her incredibly sexy ass, and her gaping, waiting pussy. I was frozen to this spot, unable to move. I wanted to just go over to her, cover her with her robe, let her out of her restraints, and then just run. I figured I would do that, retreat to my room as quickly as possible, then abuse my penis until it was chafed and raw. But that’s not what fate apparently had in store for me that night.

I went over to the side of the bed, intending to reach up and unhook her. I wanted to just unclasp the hand restraints, throw her robe over her, and high tail it out. Unfortunately, she stirred, and said “About time you came up Jim. It’s horrible of you to make me wait this much.” I wanted to say it was me, Alex, and that dad was gone, but my voice caught in my throat as she moved up and towards me. Apparently she could see some of my outline, since she quickly advanced on me, grabbed me by the belt, and, quicker than I even knew was possible, pulled my pants open. My achingly hard cock came springing out, and she grabbed on to it with her restrained hands and began pumping it.

It was wrong. God, it felt good, but I knew it was wrong. Everything in my mind screamed that it was wrong. But on the other hand, I was incredibly, illicitly, shamefully turned on. I hadn’t had a girlfriend in at least nine months, and now, I was having an object of my more shameful lust jack off my hard prick. I knew I had to stop this, but my voice wouldn’t work, and as soon as I began to pull away, she gently grabbed on to my balls and took me in her mouth.

I’d had girls who had given amazing blow jobs, and I’d even had a steady girlfriend who could deep throat, but this was beyond anything I had ever experienced. She took all of my length in one pass, and as my cock measures a good 8″ and is decently thick, that was a surprising accomplishment. As she nuzzled her nose against my pubic bone, she quickly opened her jaw wider and pushed her tongue out, licking my balls. There was none of that “deep throat pinch” that I gather is overly common when a woman takes your dick deep down her throat, in fact, it was like pure velvet caressing my entire length. I was in heaven, and as much as my brain screamed “No! No! Stop her from doing this right now, it’s wrong!” my dick kept me firmly planted in place, as I received a blow job that made every other girl who had ever touched my penis seem like a rank amateur. Within 30 seconds, I thought I might cum, however, she quickly sucked hard, reinvigorating my willpower with just the tiniest amount of discomfort. She then drew her head back, did a little side to side tilting of her head and movement of her mouth, and swallowed me completely again.

I wasn’t moving. I figured I could just let her finish, leave, and…I don’t know. But I couldn’t move. I knew how wrong it was. I knew it! But how was I going to argue with this attention? And when would I ever get this again? Fuck it, I’d figure the rest out later.

She kept up her oral assault, occasionally popping off for a quick segue into some popsicle style licks, and then quickly came back to swallowing as much of me as possible, withdrawing to near the tip, and plunging back on again. She seemed to be moaning around my cock constantly, which was a crazy turn on and oh so pleasurable.

“Ok, that’s enough,” she said with a quick bit of finality. I was confused. Was this part of their game? I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t say anything, she would know it was me!

“Come HERE,” she pleaded, pushing her ass and her pussy upward. She didn’t mean…

“Get that big beautiful cock inside me now!”

Fuck. I seriously wondered if I could go through with this. I couldn’t. “Get back here and play with my pussy!” she yelled.

I hesitantly got up on the bed. Should I maybe just finger her a little bit and then run away? I reached out and tenuously played with her folds a bit. She was absolutely dripping. As I hesitated, having a crisis of conscience, she turned around, ripped off her blindfold, and yelled at me “Goddamit Alex, I need you to fuck me!”

I was dumbstruck. “Wait, you knew?”

“I knew the minute you walked in the door. We can talk about it later, right now, I need you to take those pants off and fuck me like you’re angry!”

I went on almost autopilot. I knew I was going to hell, but didn’t care. Maybe I would run away after this night too. I shucked my pants, leaving them on the ground, and threw my shirt right next to it. I had to fuck. Had to. My cock was painfully swollen and leading me, and it needed relief. It needed to be inside a pussy so bad. I quickly guided my aching prick to her slit. I pushed in about two inches, intending on opening her up slowly, but she was having none of it, quickly pushing back with all her might and slamming her ass against my pubic bone. I had to clench my butt to avoid cumming again, the thrill of her pussy and the quick envelopment was so incredible. She was tight and burning hot, but not in that manner of inexperienced tightness I still frequently found with college girls. Her pussy fit like an absolute glove, so perfect I seriously felt like I was in something that was molded for me. Realizing what she wanted, I pulled back and slammed home like I was trying to punch a hole in her pussy. She screamed in pleasure. I reared back and did it again, and again, and got into an aggressive, crazy wanton rhythm. I grabbed on to her hips and began pulling her into me harder, trying to get every last millimeter of my length into her. “Oh fuck, drill me deep just like that! Punish my slutty fucking pussy!” she screamed.

God, I had only known a little bit, it seemed. This woman was fucking crazy in bed. How on earth did my dad pass this up? Only 2 minutes in, it seemed, and we were absolutely rutting like animals. I was attempting to plow her so wide open that I was actually hurting my pubic bone slamming into her ass. I was in absolute heaven. I was just trying to hold out, and make it good for her

“I need to feel you claim me!” she suddenly spat out. Wait, what? I almost stopped. What was she talking about?

“Cum in me! It’s your fucking pussy now, so claim it!”

I was bewildered and had a million questions, but the only thing I could think of at the moment was finishing what I started. I resumed fucking her for all I was worth, and Andrea started unleashing a torrent of dirty talk the likes of which I’d never heard before.

“Fuck, Alex, fuck me with that big hard thick amazing cock of yours! Fuck me, fuck me. I need to feel you fuck me. I need you to fucking fill me. I need to feel your cum filling me. I need it so bad. It’s your fucking pussy now, I need you to claim it and make it yours from now on. Fucking fill me baby, cum in me! Give me every last drop of spunk in those beautiful balls, fucking fill my pussy and she’ll be yours forever!”

That did it. I I went over the edge, and started pumping her full. I pushed in deep and shot forth what felt like buckets of cum, as I let out a guttural howl. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced in my entire life. Thick blast after blast shot out, and I felt her contract that amazing pussy around me as she came in unison, letting out an ear-piercing scream full of lust, relief, and a deep sensual exhalation. I collapsed on top of her, out of breath, gasping and trying to get wind. She was doing the same, and I realized at that moment we were both covered in sweat.

It was her that spoke first. “Lover, can you unhook me please?”

She called me lover. Was she serious about the things she just said? I had so many questions, but instead I pushed myself up, and undid the chain clasp that bound her wrists to the restraining chain. Then, I undid the cuff around her wrists, and went to undo one of her ankle restraints as she undid the other one. She quickly turned, faced me, and pulled me into an embrace with her, kissing me passionately with her tongue, and reassuring me with her touch. When we broke the kiss, she pulled me down on the bed, and I laid on my back as she cuddled up into me, draping her leg and arm over me, and softly kissing my neck.

“How did you…” I began.

“Your footsteps. Your breathing. Once I pulled your pants open and touched you, I knew for sure. He never got that hard. Or that big.” she finished with a grin.

“I wasn’t trying to…I mean, I never intended for this to happen.”

“I know. You’re very honorable. But I did.”


“Well, I didn’t think it’d happen this way. I figured either tonight your dad and I would have a makeup round, or, if what I was afraid of happened, I’d fall asleep and you’d find me in the morning, and we’d move on. Maybe I’d pounce on you down the road. I didn’t think it’d work out like this,” she explained.

“Oh.” My brain was still trying to process all of this. Was this real?

“I’ve wanted to do this for some time. You, that is.”

“You have?” I said, still amazed.

“Yes. Ever since you accidentally walked in on me last year.”

“You knew about that?”

“Of course I did. I’m a woman, and it was written all over your face anyway.”

We sat in silence for a moment.

“So he’s gone, I take it?” she asked.


“Did he pack his things and run off for good?”

“How did you know?”

“I heard him talking to her. I tried to talk to him earlier. I tried to entice him. This was his favorite game, me bound like this. And I love it too. I’m kind of submissive, in case you didn’t realize.” She grinned from ear to ear for a second, then, shook her head. “But I thought maybe I could entice him to stay. Or at least I could get a goodbye screw.” She shrugged. “I guess that’s that, unfortunately. It’s not like I didn’t see this coming. He’s determined to kill himself slowly, and I’ll just need to separate and pick up the pieces. I’ll talk to my lawyer in the morning and figure out how to proceed from here.”

“I’m sorry. You don’t deserve any of this.”

“Don’t be. I’ve been in acceptance of this for some time. I’m just glad that something good came out of the ashes.” She kissed my neck again, which sent a tingle up my spine.

“You’re handling this better than I thought,” I said.

“Again, I think I expected it.” We both stayed silent for a second.

“It was just a happy coincidence that I was able to seduce a man I love,” she added.

I looked in her eyes. “I love you,” I said.

“I love you too. We need to talk about so many things, so so many things. But just know that I love you. I wanted this to happen. And if you’ll stay, I’m yours forever.”

I was floored. I wasn’t sure what to say, but I felt my body and heart being pulled to her. I moved in to her and kissed her fiercely, and to my delight, she returned the kiss with equal passion.

We broke apart, and she caressed my face. “Tonight, let’s just be here. Tomorrow we can pick up the pieces left over, but tonight, let’s just be you and me. A couple, here, loving each other.” She reached down and grabbed my prick, which, I realized with some surprise, was still rock hard. She leaned down, and took me in her mouth again, and bottomed out, working her mouth and throat around me lovingly for a few seconds, before she climbed up on to me and guided me into her channel.

She was still dripping with her juices, and my cum from our earlier round of frenetic screwing was seeming to ooze out of her, forming this pooling at the base of my balls. “I want you to fuck me all night tonight. As many times as you can. You need to fuck me, claim me as your woman, and I will be yours as long as you want me,” she said as she pistoned up and down on my length. My head was still swimming, and as much as I was enjoying this, I was in shock. “I am yours now, and I’ll be yours, so claim me, baby.” She stopped for a second, and, keeping me in her, she reached into the nightstand, and pulled out a dildo and a bottle of lube. She lubed the dildo up, and slowly worked it up into her ass. “Oh, that’s so good,” she groaned as she began to pick up a new rhythm, pushing the dildo in as she alternated pulling me in and out of her in slow, controlled movements. I could feel the dildo through her pussy, pressing in on my member. We increased speed slowly, but just as we got in a real rhythm, she put her hand on my chest and stopped me. I looked up at her inquiringly.

“You’re fine,” she said, slowly removing the dildo and putting it on the nightstand. “I’m just ready now.” And before I could ask her what for, she reached down, pulled me out, lifted up, and put me at the entrance to her puckered star. “I need you to look me in the eye as you fuck my ass for the first time.” And with that said, she sank down and let gravity push me into her ass.

I was a bit overwhelmed. I had never actually been up a woman’s ass before, and it was incredibly tight, almost painfully so. She pushed down excruciatingly slow, bringing me inside her inch by inch, and just as her resistance would feel impenetrable, she would open up again. “Go slow at first, lover, you’re bigger than what I’m used to up there.” We worked in a slow pace, as she pushed me in and out steadily until she rested completely on me, with my entire length buried up her tight backdoor. I pushed up, and she responded with a low moan and a slight contraction in her ass. “Mmmm, baby one, I love it.”

We picked up our pace, and as she pumped above me, I reached out and brushed her clit lightly. “Oooh, you’re naughty. Just what I need in a man.” I responded by snaking a finger up her pussy, and she hissed a “Yesssssss” as I began to push it in and out, alternating only to flick her bean a bit with my thumb. I felt her pussy contract a bit, and she growled “Harder.” I added a second finger and gave her a bit more force, and as I felt her lube a bit more, she again intoned “Harder.” It wasn’t the easiest angle, but I was determined to get her to cum hard, so I put more force into it. “HARDER!!!!” she practically screamed, so I began fingering her pussy for all I was worth.

I was scared I was going to hurt her, between the pounding she was receiving in her ass and the crazy fingering, but as I looked up to her face, her eyes spoke nothing but pleasure. I slammed my fingers into her pussy for all I was worth, ignoring the cramp in my arm, and after a few more moments, her moans went to a crescendo and her pussy squirted all over me, spurting so hard some of her cum actually splashed into my face. “Holy shit!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah, that was a good one,” she observed. “I squirt hardest when I’m getting it in both holes.” Fuck, was this woman for real?

“That was fucking hot.”

“Thank you. But now, let’s see if we can get you to pop. You need to claim my ass now, too.” My dick throbbed hard at her words. She grinned a wicked grin as she went back to fucking me hard, and I had to admit, I was so turned on it was unreal.

“You like it when I talk dirty to you?” she purred

“Yeah,” I acquiesced.

“Good, because I love dirty talk and rough dirty fucking. I love making love sweetly and I love fucking a man so hard and long he feels like he just fucked a dozen crazy nympho whores. I love cock and cum in every hole, being sore and filled with spunk, fucked so hard I can’t close my legs, spanking so hard my pussy drips, and I really, really love your big fucking cock. I’ve wanted your cock for a very long time since the first time you accidentally saw me naked and I’m so happy I can finally have it and that you’re making me yours. Make my fucking ass yours just like you made my pussy yours please lover! Fucking cum up my ass please! Claim this asshole as yours Alex and fucking cum in me!”

That put me over the edge, and my cock steeled as I shot her backdoor full with multiple mighty, incredible jets of spunk. My hardened prick and first shot set her off, and her asshole contracted around me as she squirted from her pussy, which made me even more turned on. I came so hard my contractions were painful, and my vision tunneled down for a second, going dark.

I awoke quickly with Andrea yelling my name. “Alex! Alex, are you alright?!” Her hand was on my face, her lips inches from mine.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied. “What happened?”

“You passed out for a second,” she responded. “I was worried.”

“No, I’m okay.”

“Wow.” She giggled.

“What?” I asked.

“I’ve never made a man pass out from cumming before.”

“I guess you do some weird things to me.”

“Good. I’m glad to know I affect you like this. I may have to do more,” she said, pressing her body in to kiss me.

“You’d better,” I said as I kissed her back.

We made out passionately for a few moments, running our hands all over each other and just enjoying the nearness of each other. Eventually, my cock softened a bit and our movement dislodged me from her sphincter. As it did so, she produced a squishy fart as my cum came out, and we both erupted into a fit of laughter.

“Okay, mood broken by the side effects of ass sex,” she laughed. “Let’s get in the shower and clean off.”

We took our time in the shower, enjoying soaping each other up, and lightly playing with each other. Though both too tired to go again immediately, we enjoyed cleaning each other thoroughly, taking the opportunity to learn each other’s bodies intimately. It was light, fun, and a great release.

We went a total of 5 rounds that night, and the next morning I could barely move. She told me that night that I needed to cum in her pussy, ass, and mouth, and that once that was accomplished, I had claimed her as my submissive. Obviously I was more than glad to oblige. The next morning, I awoke to her teasing my cock with her mouth. My abs were aching, but as I tried to sit up, she pushed me down. “Let me do the work on this one, lover.”

She crawled on top of me, laying flat against me, and guided me in, and this time, we made love instead of just screwing. It was slow, deliberate, tender, and altogether the most intense sex I had ever had in my life to that point. Here was a woman I had loved for over a decade, but had never touched, and finally, we were coupled together. We came together, and as she kissed me afterward, I noticed tears in her eyes.

“Are you okay?” I asked with concern and fear, holding her tightly.

“Wonderful. Wonderful. I’m just happy and relieved after so long. To have something so wonderful come out of all this pain is amazing.” She paused, looked me in the eye, and said “I’m in love with you, Alex.”

“Good, because I’m in love with you.”

“I mean it.”

“So do I.” I had a moment where I knew what I wanted and needed more than anything in life. I reached out and softly stroked her face. “Stay with me.”

“I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”

“No. I mean forever.”

She kissed me passionately and we stayed like that for a long time, and barely left the bed that day except to eat and shower between rounds. It was the most intense, soul-baring sex I have ever had, and I knew I had made the right choice in that moment.

Andrea took the next two weeks off work. She had a ton of vacation time banked, and we needed the time to sort things out. She initialized divorce proceedings with my father, and we discussed next moves. We knew that we had to move, that much was plain. We could sneak around for a bit, but eventually people would figure out that we were involved, and even though our city wasn’t that small, many people knew each other and us, and we didn’t want to incite any scandal. Within a few days, I heard back from the program at Boston College, and though they weren’t offering quite as handsome of a package as CSU, it seemed a much more sensible option. Andrea got a job at a hospital in the city, we sold the house, and quickly settled in the suburbs. Chloe was young enough that all we had to tell her was that I was going to be her new father, and though she was a bit sad, loved me as her new dad figure.

The relationship with my dad’s parents were understandably strained. With the added distance, we had effectively put up a lot of emotional distance between them and us, and it served us well in our new life as a psuedo-married couple. I settled into a life as an adjunct instructor-graduate TA, and she a nurse in her new hospital, and things were fairly normal. Since dad didn’t ever respond to the divorce paperwork, it took a few added months as mandated by law, but eventually, the divorce came through. And though there was some noticeable difference in our ages, Andrea looked to be in her early 30’s rather than 39, and so we appeared to most to just be a unit where the older but still sexy lady had robbed the cradle just a smidgen in order to snag a younger stud.

So life continued. During the day, I worked on my education, making my tuition and a small student stipend off of my teaching. On the weekend, we slowly worked on getting the house in order, painting and doing all the nonsense that goes with a house as you slowly move into it and make it your own. We raised Chloe, who had slowly taken to calling me “Papa Alex,” since her own father had disappeared. She obviously missed him, but seemed somehow okay with the transition. The house we had moved into was bigger than the one back in Fort Collins, and it was always in need of love, so it kept us insanely busy. And every night, Andrea would drag me away from my books, house project, or putting Chloe to bed, bring me to our bed, massage some tension away for a few minutes, and then we would make love. Sometimes it was frenzied and kinky, other times slow and loving. Sometimes it was only once a night, other times it was multiple times. But the one agreement she had made to me was that, regardless of how tired we were, stresses, period, whatever, that we would always be together every night.

After two years, Chloe’s and my grandmother died. It wasn’t surprising, as she was older and had never taken good care of herself. We flew back to Colorado for the funeral, and despite the sadness of the event, the biggest strain was that Andrea and I couldn’t be affectionate in public, as too many people knew us and stepmother and son in our old town. We had to keep our hands off each other for days, which was torturous, as I had begun to take for granted kissing her or touching her in public, and it was highly distressing to be denied my daily dose. We somehow got through it, though, and eagerly returned to Boston the day after the funeral. Stepping off the tarmac, I noted the horribly gray weather, and thought that it felt great to be home.

My masters completed after two years of intensive work. I had considered getting a doctorate, but after deliberation, decided to take a job with the local branch of the FBI as a translator and civilian contractor, and put the PhD off for a few years. Truth be told, I was a bit tired of school and needed a break, and the money I was being offered was quite good. Between Andrea and I, we would be quite comfortable. Around this time, my grandfather also passed—no surprise again, as after 50+ years of marriage, I don’t think he knew how to get by without his wife.

By this time, Andrea was turning 41, and we had settled into a great routine with new friends, who, although they knew Chloe wasn’t mine, obviously knew nothing of the beginnings of our relationship. Life was great, but I felt like something was missing. My friend and colleague John one day put his finger on the problem. “Alex, my man. You’ve got yourself an awesome little life. When are you going to make an honest woman out of that girlfriend of yours?” I thought about it for a few hours, driving around after leaving work. Finally, I drove to a jewelry store, picked out a simple and understated engagement band, went home, and asked her. She responded by leaping into my arms, sticking her tongue somewhere down around my tonsils, and then dragging me into the bedroom.

We had a very simple wedding, consisting of about 20 friends and their family members in the backyard. Chloe went to stay with her best friend and her parents for several nights, as Andrea and I hopped a flight to Barbados. We planned simply to have some fun, frolic on the beach, and have a lot of sex. I was ecstatic, but still couldn’t help but feel like there was something else left unfulfilled.

That night, we checked in to the hotel, and grabbed a short nap to sleep off the plane lag, then got up and went to a wonderful dinner at a nearby restaurant. Coming back, we were pawing at each other in the cab, and I had a flash of vision. Call it a premonition of the future or whatever, but I saw Andrea as she was now, but with her belly and breasts inflated and me with my hand on her stomach, plunging deep inside her as we made love. I knew in that moment what I was missing.

We got back to the room. No sooner had I closed the door than Andrea attacked me, and I responded in kind. We quickly and deliberately stripped each other naked, throwing our clothes to the side. She was in one of her frenzied fuck moods, and no sooner had I steered her to the bed and crawled down on top of her than she was pulling at my cock, guiding it near her opening. I pushed on her already sopping opening, feeling the folds part, when she put her hands up. “I’m sorry, love. I’m ovulating right now, we should probably use something.” Andrea couldn’t take pills, as they aggravated a ovarian condition she had, so we usually used a contraceptive insert or condom when she was vulnerable to get pregnant.

“No,” I replied. “I don’t want to.”

“Don’t want to what?”

“Use anything.”

“But I’ll get pregnant.”

“I know,” I shot back.

Andrea embraced me, kissing me hard and pulling me into her so deep my pelvis struck hers hard. “Are you sure about this?”

“God yes!” I groaned.

I began to pump away at her, pounding hard as she rocked excitedly against me. It was like a crazed lust driving us both. It may have lasted two minutes time before I was pumping her hungry pussy full of my seed as it was milking me with her glorious contractions.

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed.

“Agreed, that was something.”

“I feel like I just got hit by a freight train,” she laughed, and as she did, I felt her channel ripple around me. Almost unconsciously, I ground my pelvis down, pushing into her yet again. She pushed up to meet me. “Oh my god, you’re still hard. Is this turning you on?”

“More than I ever have been,” I replied.

She began pushing against me, and I pushed back. I slowly withdrew my prick, which I noticed was indeed still hard as iron, but instead of going all the way to the entrance, I pulled only halfway out before pushing back in with force. She groaned, and I repeated the action. And again, again, again until we had built a tiny bit of rhythm. “You really want to knock me up, don’t you?”

“I’ve never wanted anything so much,” I replied, beginning to pant.

“if you keep fucking me like that, you’re sure to.”

“Then I guess we’re going to have to do this all night,” I said.

“Oh god, don’t torture me with such sweet thoughts,” she laughed. I slammed down and turned her laugh into a shriek of pleasure. I pulled back again and plowed hard. All I wanted in that moment was to pump her full of sperm. I didn’t even care much about orgasm, or my pleasure, I just felt possessed, like I had to put as much of my seed into her as possible. It was the only thing on my mind, and I was driven of such a need I it was as if all other items besides breathing were driven from my faculties. At that point, if I had vomited for some reason, I probably would have kept going. On and on and on we pushed against each other, frenetically screwing as if our very lives depended on it. She was clearly loving every stroke as I began pumping her with every last bit of energy I had, and finally, as I felt her pussy contract hard around my cock, I emptied another mighty load into her. We kissed deeply, our tongues dancing around, and she looked me in the eyes. “I want you to cum in me every time this trip. No wasting it in my mouth or my ass. All of it inside me. Even if I’m just blowing you, cum inside me.”

“Gladly. I’ll give you every drop in me.” And with that, I kissed her back.

We were like teenagers that trip, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. And true to her word, Andrea drained me dry and deposited every drop into her eager pussy. One night, when I felt like I was too tired and sore to fuck again, she sucked me to hardness, put me right at the edge, then climbed on top of me and had me finish inside her. We kept it up even after she had finished ovulating, but Andrea told me something felt “special” about that night, the same way she had felt when she got pregnant with Chloe.

We had to wait a few weeks before we were able to have her take a test, and when we did, it quickly came up positive. I was amazed that we had conceived so quickly, but also overjoyed. And while Andrea didn’t want to have sex and felt sick for a couple of weeks during the first trimester, that switch soon flipped and she couldn’t keep her hands off of me. We had sex four times a day regularly, and thankfully I somehow managed to keep up with her, even though I often felt like I was shooting dust from how much she drained my sack. Still, I found her pregnant belly and gigantic, pendulous tits got my cock hard as diamond on a regular basis.

My daughter Jordan was born the day before her due date, healthy and just over 8 pounds, and inherited my brown hair and her mother’s emerald eyes. Watching her and caring for her the first few weeks, I knew she was what I was always intended to do with my life.

Andrea and I are still going strong now, one year later. Life is crazy and busy and noisy, but each and every night, my wife makes me strip before I enter the bed, and we make love before drifting off nestled together. Sometimes, when I think back to the way this all started, I laugh to myself, as I can hardly believe the circumstances or my good fortune, but then again, I try not to question it too much. Happiness eventually comes to all of us, regardless of what we have to walk through to get there.

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