"Loving step-parents" - читать интересную книгу автора (Abby D)

CHAPTER TWO

I knew Dad liked Janet an awful lot. I thought she was nice too and I liked her too even though I resented her marrying Dad. She was a slightly older version of her daughter. Where Clair showed promise of development, Janet was fully developed. That first day in the car I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. I just wasn't accustomed to being that close to a female for that length of time and it had quite an effect on me.

The odor of her perfume had my prick hard as soon as I got into the car. The movement of her breasts as she steered the car did nothing to make it any softer. I kept a book in my lap so Janet wouldn't notice the crotch of my pants being pushed way out. Each time we stopped for gas I went to the men's room to jerk off.

I closed my eyes, and pretend that Janet steered the car without any clothes on. I spit on my hand, visualized Janet's tits jiggling as she steered the car, slid my hand up and down my prick a dozen or so times, and shot a load of cum into the toilet hopper.

When I came out of the men's room I looked at Janet and wondered if she knew what I'd been doing. The thought that she might made me blush. I know she must have noticed that.

(I sure did. I knew that David didn't have much experience with the female sex and that being close to me was bothering him. I thought it was cute the way he tried to hide his hard on. I wasn't going to embarrass him more by letting him know that I knew his prick was hard and it was embarrassing him. I certainly wasn't going to let him know that it was bothering me too.)

We got to the first stop at eight that night and there were complications. There was a convention in town. Three motels had no vacancies signs out. There was a vacancy at the fourth one. They only had one room available and it was for single occupancy.

By this time we were getting desperate and Janet took me aside and asked if I would mind if they put a cot in the single for me. She asked if I minded sleeping in the same room. The thought of sleeping in the same room with a woman embarrassed me and I blushed. This seemed to amuse Janet, but she pretended that she didn't notice.

(I knew David was embarrassed, but by this time his very innocence was getting to me. I wondered what his hard little prick looked like. I began to get horny.)

Janet took the room and had a cot put in. We had dinner while the room was being prepared for us. I don't know how I got through that dinner thinking of sleeping in the same room with Janet. By the time we were through dinner it was almost ten o'clock, and Janet had an early appointment the next morning. We went to the room to prepare for bed.

I didn't know how to handle this situation. Janet went into the bathroom and changed to her night clothes and that made things easier. Wow! When she came out I could see through her nightgown. I could see the nipples on her tits, and the hair making a darker blotch in her crotch. I tried to hide my blush and my boner. I hurried into the bathroom myself.

(I thought David's blushes were the cutest thing. The problem was that they telegraphed what he was thinking and got me thinking the same way.)

At home I usually only jerked off two or three times a day. But at home I only had my graphics to look at. Here I had Janet and she was really turning me on. I got undressed, sat down on the toilet and jerked off.

It didn't take long. As soon as I spit on my hand and started to pump my prick I was ready to shoot my cum. After only a dozen strokes I aimed my prick down into the toilet; spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; I shot off a load of cum. I took several deep breaths, hoped Janet didn't know what I'd done, washed my crotch and my hands, put on my pajamas, went back out, and got into bed.

Janet had been sitting at a dressing table and putting some creams on her face. Then she started brushing her hair. The way her nipples pushed out against her nightgown when she moved her arms fascinated me. I couldn't keep my eyes off her.

(I followed David's eyes in the mirror as I was brushing my hair and realized what it was doing to him. I couldn't help playing up to him and giving him a really good show.)

When she was finished she came over and kissed me good night. That's the first time she had ever kissed me and that was the final straw. It totally undid the effects of jerking off. My prick got hard again and it started to throb. She must have noticed it. My prick was pushing the front of my pajamas out the whole four and a half inches. I blushed again, and again she pretended nothing had happened.

(David was right I did see his prick standing at attention and throbbing. It got me as horny as he was.)

I got into bed and waited until I thought Janet was asleep and jerked off again. Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; my load of cum jetted onto the sheets. It made sleeping uncomfortable, but I'd slept in a cum wet bed before. At least we would be away before anyone discovered that I had come in the bed.

Janet's wake up call came from the switchboard and I lay in bed and watched her as she got up and went to the bathroom to change. Being in a woman's bedroom is hard on a boy my age. At least I got a hard on every time I looked at her.

I watched Janet go through the mysterious motions of 'putting on her face'. The way she moved her arms and her body fascinated me. It was real sexy too and it gave me another hard on. She grinned at me, tousled my hair, and kissed me again before she went to her meeting.

As soon as she was gone I got out of my sticky pajamas and got into the shower. I soaped my hand and moved it toward my prick when I felt the spray of water hitting my prick head. I looked at the shower head and found it was one of these trick showers, the kind where you can unhook the head and change the intensity of the spray.

I unhooked the shower head from its mooring, set it on 'massage', and aimed it at the head of my hard prick. It was a blast. The spray felt real good on my prick and the sensation gradually built up. This was different than jerking off with your hand. You could pretend that someone else was touching your prick. I slowly moved the spray around the head of my prick then up and down the sensitive under side.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. I pictured Janet's naked body and moved the spray up and down the underside of my prick. I felt my come slowly building up. Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; my cum blasted out of my prick and I hadn't even touched it. I felt a little better. I had to get Dad to buy a shower head like that for home.

Janet got back from her meeting we were ready to go. We were on our way before ten o'clock. Janet sneaked looks at me every now and then during that day and I thought that I saw her blush when I caught her looking. Why was she blushing? Why should she be embarrassed? What was she thinking about that made her blush? I couldn't understand it.

(I sure was sneaking looks, and I guess I did blush when he caught me looking at his perpetually hard prick. I was embarrassed by what I was thinking of doing with him. I wanted to get him into bed but didn't know how to go about it with a thirteen year old.)

That day she did a good job of finding out what my interests were. I discovered she knew about PCs I talked a blue streak. A few times I got so interested in what we were talking about that I lost my hard on.

She was really nice. She talked to me as if I were another adult. There weren't that many grown ups that I could talk to that way. I was beginning to be glad that Dad was going to marry her.

I was glad to travel across the country with Janet instead of flying, but I couldn't keep my thoughts away from having sex with her. No matter how interested I got in our discussion her presence would reassert itself and my prick would get hard again.

Well, I could always jack off. I hadn't given my prick a rest since we started out on the trip. It wouldn't hurt me to jerk off six or seven times a day. The sex book said that you would stop getting hard before you could do yourself any physical damage.

As far as jerking off six or seven times a day, I beat that record easily that day. Janet stopped for a break about every two hours. Each time we stopped, it was jerk off time for me. I dropped a load of cum into a toilet every time we stopped.

(Watching David blush each time I stopped the car told me exactly what his intentions were when he went to the men's room. At that point he had me doing the female counterpart in the ladies room each time we stopped.)

When it was time to stop for the night I noticed Janet sneaking looks at me again. I wondered what was up, aside from my prick that is, it seemed to stay hard no matter how many times I jerked off.

Sitting in the same car with Janet all that time was giving me a perpetual hard on and my balls were beginning to ache. I found out what was on her mind when we pulled into the motel.

"You know, we could save some money if we stayed in the same room again. Do you mind, David? If you do, we can get separate rooms."

I was going to say separate rooms, but decided that I liked being in the same room with her all night. I knew it kept me horny, but I could live with that. It wouldn't be anything new to me. I'd been horny ever since I'd had that wild dream last September and shot off in my sleep.

We made the same arrangements that we had made the night before. A single room with a cot. It was late again by the time we finished eating so we went right to the room.

(I hadn't figured out how to seduce David yet, but I knew I'd have a better chance if we were in the same room.)

I saw through her nightgown and my prick got hard. I went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, closed my eyes, and remembered how it had felt when Janet had run her hand through my hair that morning. I pictured Janet running her hand up and down my prick. The image changed and my prick was going in and out of her cunt. I fucked my fist until; spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; I shot another load of cum into the toilet.

(When David went to the bathroom I could picture him jerking off. With all the men's rooms he'd gone into that day I began to respect his recuperative powers.)

I put on my pajamas, went back out, and got into bed. We talked for a while after I got in the cot then she kissed me again before she put out the lights to go to sleep. Her kiss had the same affect that it had the night before. I got another hard on.

I waited till I thought she was asleep again, and I turned on my side, with my back to Janet. I knew that I had to jerk off or my hard prick wouldn't let me get to sleep. It was just getting to feel good and my hips were pumping my prick into my hand.

(When I heard David jerking off I decided to get things out in the open. Maybe this was the opportunity that I had been waiting for.)

"What are you doing, David?"

I couldn't answer that. I lost my hard on. I blushed. I hemmed and I hawed. I wanted to disappear through the floor. Janet had asked me a direct question and there was no way that I could pretend I didn't hear it. "Nothing."

I was sure Janet knew what I was doing but maybe she would accept that answer. I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Nothing? Then why is you cot squeaking?"

What could I say? Janet was an intelligent person, and she would be reasonable about something as natural as masturbating. I decided to blurt it out. I was embarrassed and I blushed, but I managed it. "I'm masturbating. Being in the same bedroom with you gives me an erection and it bothers me until I have to do something about it."

At that time I wasn't capable of using anything but the medical terms when I was talking to an adult and even then it was difficult.

"You poor kid. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have put you in position like this. I should have known how it would affect you."

She got up, came over, and sat down on the edge of the cot. Her semitransparent nightie didn't help me at all. Janet was so reasonable that I decided I could be frank. It made me blush again, but I blurted out one of the things that caused my problems.

"That nightie doesn't help me very much at all."

"Oh, my. I didn't even think of that. Will it make you feel any better if I tell you that having you here affects me too. It does, you know."

Janet leaned over and kissed me again. Only it wasn't like the last kiss that she had given me. Her lips were all soft and she brushed my lips with her tongue. I'd read about this kind of kissing and I wanted to find out more about it, so I opened my mouth a little. She pushed her tongue into my mouth. Wow! It was like an electric shock and it sure didn't help my hard prick any.

Reading about those things and doing them sure were different. I got goose flesh all over and I thought I was going to come right then. I pushed my tongue against hers, then into her mouth. I never thought kissing could make you feel like that.

Janet pulled away. She seemed flustered. She kissed me lightly on my cheek again and went back to her bed without saying another word.

(I lost my nerve again. I should have taken him to bed with me. That's what I wanted to do but I was conscience stricken about seducing a thirteen year old boy. It just didn't seem right.)

I fell asleep, only to be awakened by a noise coming from Janet's bed. I looked over and I could see she had kicked the covers off. Her nightgown was pushed up around her neck. She was laying there with her gorgeous body completely revealed to my gaze. I lay without moving. I didn't want to disturb her.

I wanted to see as much as I could. Her tits stuck up from her body and I could see the nipples and the surrounding pink area in the light coming through the window. I could see the brown curly hair around her cunt. I was so excited I could hardly breathe. Janet moaned and I closed my eyes. Nothing happened so I squinted them open. She had moved her legs apart.

Wow! I could see the slit of her cunt. My prick stood up. I wanted to jerk off but I didn't want to disturb Janet. Janet was breathing evenly. Her tits raising up and down in a slow rhythm. I got out of bed and moved closer. Janet nearly frightened me out of my wits by moaning again, bending her knees, and spreading her legs even farther apart. I tiptoed over to see as much as I could.

The outer lips of her cunt separated and I could see a pink inner slit. At the top of that there was a little bump. I knew that had to be the clitoris. By this time I was holding onto my prick real tight to keep from coming. I could just barely control myself.

I woke up about then. I had been dreaming about David's young boy prick and I was hot. I saw him standing there clutching his prick and decided to give David a real show. Maybe I could make this lead to something more interesting. I had the impulse to drag him into bed with me but couldn't make myself do it.)

She still seemed to be sleeping. I looked as hard as I could. I wanted to remember as much of this as possible. There was moisture all along the inner lips of her cunt. I knew from my reading that when a woman gets horny her cunt gets wet with lubricant. Was Janet horny? Did women have wet dreams like boys had?

I knew the kind of dreams that would wake me up with my pajamas and sheets all wet with cum. Was Janet having that kind of a dream now? Did ladies have the kind of dreams I had? Who was Janet dreaming about? Was she dreaming she was doing things with Dad? I tried to picture Dad laying on top of her and pushing his prick in and out of her cunt.

(All of the above plus some fantasies that included David. Even though I'd told him how attracted I was to him he still didn't realize how much I wanted to suck his cock and have him fuck me. He had no conception of how attractive he was to me.)

Janet moaned and she spread her legs even farther apart. I was getting an eyeful. She put a hand over one of her breasts and squeezed and rubbed. She reached down, inserted two fingers into her cunt and pushed them in and out.

Wow! She was jerking off. I knew that girls could do it, but I was a little vague about the mechanics of how they did it. Now I knew a lot more about the mechanics. It made sense to me. A boy used his hand to make an artificial cunt and a woman used her fingers as an artificial prick. I didn't know that adults jerked off, but I guess if they got horny it would help them just as much as it helped a kid. Did Dad jerk off too? Did he do it as much as I did?

(For your information, David, I jerked off frequently. Since I was selective about who I slept with I did it quite often before I met Janet. As to jerking off as frequently as you were then, I just wish that I could. At my age I don't have your recuperative powers.)

Janet moaned and her fingers slid in and out of her cunt faster and faster. She lifted her hips off of the bed the way I did when I was ready to shoot off. She was having what the book called an orgasm, I think. She moaned and thrashed around then her body collapsed onto the bed. She rubbed her cunt again and her fingers came out from between the inner lips. She sighed and rolled over onto her side.

I was pinching my prick to keep myself from shooting off. I knew that I wasn't going to see anything more and I had urgent needs of my own. I went into the bathroom as quietly as I could, and left go of my prick. It was throbbing up and down.

(I wanted to pull him to me and suck his prick right into my cunt. I was hoping that he would jerk off so that I could watch him. I was sorry when he went into the bathroom. I closed my eyes and pictured him sitting on the toilet beating his meat. I rubbed myself to another orgasm.)

My balls were aching from holding back so long. My fingers wrapped around my prick and I started to pump. After only two strokes; spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; I shot off again. By this time I was pretty exhausted. I hadn't kept count, but I must have come eight or ten times that day. I went to bed and fell asleep right away but I was restless and woke up with another wet dream. This time I had my fingers in Janet's cunt and she was jerking me off.

(I was determined that I wouldn't funk out the next night. I was going to get David into bed with me if it was the last thing I did.)