Donna Allen
My stepmother sucks

CHAPTER ONE

"You look rested for a change," Gayle Warren said.

Her stepson Scott smirked at her. "What does that mean?"

"It means you've been looking sleepy since you arrived home. Anyway, are you glad to be back?"

They were sitting outdoors on the patio. The boy shrugged, stretching his legs out on the chair beside him and sipping the Coke he held in his hand. "I'm glad to get away from school for a while."

"Maybe we can play tennis sometime."

The way he looked at her, Gayle was certain he was having a fantasy of more than tennis. He'd been looking at her like that six months before when she'd married his father. She hadn't seen much of Scott in the intervening months, but now he was back home on vacation from college and things would be different.

Be careful, Gayle thought. She was Mrs. Jay Warren now and it just wouldn't do to have any trouble with Jay's two teenage children. She thought she could manage Scott. It was Linda she was worried about. Linda was a young sexpot, and Gayle was certain the girl was insanely jealous that Gayle had married her father. Gayle knew she'd have to be careful with Linda, and maybe even with Scott.

All the same she couldn't help musing about the boy. He was nineteen, half boy and half man, a strong-looking athletic body and a delicious bulge in his tight running shorts. She stole a glance at his crotch again and decided that maybe the boy had more down there than his father.

Scott looked at her now. "What do you do all day?"

Gayle sipped her daiquiri and smiled. "Nothing much I'm afraid. I'm thinking of finding a job."

"Doing what?"

"Modeling. That's about all I know how to do. I'm a little too old for the work I used to do, but I suppose I could find something suitable. Modeling hosiery or something."

His eyes dropped to her long legs. "Yeah, you could do that. You've got great legs."

Gayle smiled, raising one leg to tease him a bit. She was wearing shorts and a halter top, but she had on high-heeled mules and she knew they made her legs look sexy. "Are you a leg man?"

The boy grunted. "Hell, I'm an everything man."

Gayle chuckled. "I bet you've got a dozen girlfriends at school."

Scott shook his head. "Just one. I don't run around too much."

"Well, that's a lie," a female voice said. Linda had come out on the patio wearing only a bikini and sandals, her solid-looking tits almost spilling out of the skimpy top. She jerked her head now, shaking her long auburn hair and smiling at them.

"He sees a woman besides his girlfriend. A professor's wife."

Scott looked annoyed. "Shut up, Linda." The girl giggled. "And the woman is ancient."

"The hell she is.

"Well, she's almost forty!"

Gayle was amused. "Is that ancient?"

"It's old," Linda said with a smirk.

What a snotty little bitch, Gayle thought. She chatted with them another few minutes, and then she took her daiquiri back inside the house.

Late that afternoon Gayle was in the shower in the master bathroom. She ran the soap over her body, lathered her tits and ass and then her pussy. She rubbed the corner of the bar of soap between her cuntlips to get some pressure on her clit. She was never inhibited about masturbating, never reluctant to dolt whenever she felt like it. Feeling good was all that counted in life and she never felt better than when her pussy was on fire and getting what it wanted.

Three fingers now. She stretched her cunthole with three curled fingers, then slipped the other hand behind to get her middle finger in her asshole. She liked getting fucked in her ass as much as in her pussy, and she was certain that was one of the reasons her husband Jay had been so hot to marry her. He wasn't half bad as a lover, exciting enough when he could get his mind off his business affairs. She warn amused as she remembered the way she'd held him off before they were married to make him want her even more. So now she was Mrs. Jay Warren. The one thing Gayle was grateful for was that Jars first wife had died a long time ago and no one ever talked about her any more.

It's all yours, Gayle thought. The big house and the Corvette she had and all the leisure she'd ever need. Go on, make it, girl. She whacked off in earnest now, three fingers in her cunt and a finger digging inside her asshole, her crotch humping at both hands as she moaned under the shower.

"You certainly look tempting," Jay said.

It was later that evening and they were in the master bedroom dressing for a dinner party at the house of one of his friends.

Gayle wore a white lace bra and sheer beige pantyhose and white high-heeled sandals. Jay had just come out of the bathroom wearing only his boxer shorts. She was standing near the closet, and he smiled at her now as his eyes raked over her body.

Gayle returned his smile, glancing briefly at the crotch of his shorts. "Darling, if you start anything now we'll be late."

"Not more than five minutes."

"It'll be more than that and you know it." "No, really. I'll just do a little nibbling and no more than that. Don't you like to get nibbled?"

A quiver went through Gayle. She sure in hell did like to get nibbled. She would oblige him if all he wanted was to eat her cunt. "As long as you don't ruin my makeup."

"Just kneel on the bed and you won't even have to take anything off."

Oh, she did like the idea of that. He was good at that when he had a yen for it. One of him little quirks. She gave him a teasing smile is she walked to the bed. She peeled her pantyhose down to uncover her ass first, just down to the middle of her thighs, and then she knelt on the bed and dropped her head and shoulders to the mattress. "Is this what you want?"

"Perfect" Jay said.

She closed her eyes and waited for him. She heard him pulling at one of the small chairs, and then in a moment she felt his hands on her asscheeks and his warm breath tickling her asscrack.

Perfect on this side too, she thought. A shudder went through her as she felt his tongue licking at her cuntlips. He licked up and down, then spread her cuntlips with his fingers to get inside her gash. When his tongue pushed inside her cunthole, she groaned and rolled her hips around.

Nothing like a hot tongue, Gayle thought. This was the sort of punishment she could take any time. A hot tongue in her cunt and an aggressive nose pushing against her asshole.

He flicked his tongue in and out of her cunt hole awhile, and then finally he moved his tongue down and he began whipping it across her clit. She hiked her ass up even further and in a moment she felt his nose in her cunthole, his hard nose so much nicer than a soft tongue. Something hard in her cunthole and something soft rubbing back and forth across her clit. Oh yes indeed, she could take this forever and ever She went off. First a soft cry out of her throat and then a deeper groan and a shaking of her ass against his face. She kept her ass moving until the last spasm was finished and then she pulled away from him and collapsed on the bed.

Jay laughed as he rose up to wipe his face. "Not even five minutes."

Gayle shuddered. I don't love him, but he sure can suck a pussy, she thought.

The dinner party turned out to be as dull as could be. Gayle sat there smiling and chatting cordially while all she could think about was how soon it would be over. The people were so stuffy, so wrapped up in their own little egos. She amused herself trying to imagine the other couples together in bed. That woman with the big tits. Did she wrap her tits around her husband's cock when she sucked him off? More likely she never sucked him off at all. The poor guy had to find some girl at one of the hotel conventions, some girl to suck him off and make him feel good.

When Gayle and Jay finally arrived home, the children were still out.

"How about a nightcap?" Jay said. Gayle agreed and he poured some brandy into two glasses.

"You looked beautiful tonight," Jay said. Gayle smiled. "Thank you." "Smashing dress and a smashing woman." He kissed her, one of his hands slipping around to pat her ass. The dress was thin enough so that Gayle could feel his fingertips pressing against her asscheeks. "I don't think your friends like me."

Jay chuckled. "That's not true. Anyway, I don't care what they like. Christ, this is a nice ass."

Gayle moved her ass against his hand. "I think I owe you some attention."

He laughed. "Yeah, I guess you do."

They took their brandies to the bedroom.

Gayle slipped out of her dress and hung it in the closet as Jay stood there watching her. She was turned on by his eyes on her body and by the memory of the nice suck-off she'd had earlier in the evening.

She went to him now, kissed his cheek and then worked at his belt to get it unbuckled. Jay stood there sipping his brandy as she opened his pants and pulled them down with his shorts.

"They're all jealous of me." he said.

"Who is?"

"My friends."

She chuckled as she held his cock with one hand and hefted his balls with the other hand. His cock was half-hard, getting thicker as she handled it. She rubbed her thumb over his pisshole as she slowly jacked his foreskin back and forth.

"This looks delicious," she said.

"Then have some."

She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled him forward. She licked his stiff cock up one side and down the other, then back again, her fingers curled around his cockshaft as she worked her mouth over his prick. Her tongue swirled around and around his knob. She bent his prick down toward her face until he groaned and muttered at her. She paid him no attention.

She was into it now, enjoying the feel of his cock in her mouth. She liked the taste of a hot cock on her tongue. Her cunt was inflamed, and now she dropped a hand to her crotch and she rubbed her pussy through the nylon of her pantyhose.

They all like a good cocksucker, she thought. She remembered how hot and excited Jay had been the first time she sucked him off. They'd met at a party and she'd let him drive her home.

She brought him up to the apartment for coffee, and then afterwards she sucked him off before sending him home.

Something she'd learned as a girl-never leave a man either totally hungry or totally satisfied.

The fact was she enjoyed sucking cock as much as the man always did. Maybe that was why she was so good at it. Or so they told her. She remembered a macho lover who told her that her mouth looked most beautiful when it was filled with a large prick. Stretched and filled. She wondered now about Scott's cock. Was the boy's prick really bigger than his father's? She was amused at herself. Here she was with a cock in her mouth and thinking about another man. But not really another man. The son of this man. Her own stepson.

Jay stopped her before she could finish him off.

"I don't want to come yet," he said as he pulled away.

She smiled at him. "All right."

When she rose up and made a move to peel her pantyhose off, he stopped her.

"Let me do that," he said.

She stood there while he finished undressing her. His cock swayed back and forth heavily, his balls looking fat and turning her on. She liked big fat balls because they made her think of all the jism inside waiting to gush out.

When he had her pantyhose and bra removed, he kissed and sucked her nipples. Her tits weren't that big. She was only a thirty-four, but they had a nice shape and men always said her nipples were erotic because they were so long.

Long or not, her nipples were sensitive and sending a buzz through her now as he sucked them one after the other.

After a while he stopped and he made her get on the bed again. He knelt on the rug beside the bed and in a moment she had her legs draped over his shoulders and her pussy turned up to his face. She pried open her cuntlips with both hands, pulled her cunt apart to show it to him. His eyes were hot. "You're flooded!"

"All for you, darling."

She wanted him now. She never cared about how shameless she was because she knew it turned him on. She wanted the feel of his mouth and tongue in her twat. She wanted him sucking the hot juice out of her pussy.

"Eat me," she said huskily. "Eat my pussy!" He lowered his face to suck at her cunt. She tilted her head to one side in order to watch his mouth. She always liked watching him when he sucked her cunt. She adored getting it from behind because then she could have his nose pushing at her asshole, but the disadvantage was that when she got sucked that way she couldn't see anything.

"Put your tongue inside," she said with a hiss of pleasure. "Let me feel it inside."

When he squirmed his long tongue inside her cunthole, she moaned and began humping her crotch at his face. His nose was nabbing her clit now, rubbing back and forth in a way that would soon make her come.

He was slurping, making noises as he sucked at her drenched cunt. She wanted to giggle at the sound of it. He was so totally engrossed in her snatch, such a hungry little cunt lapper with his nose rubbing her clit and his mouth rubbing back and forth in her steaming trench.

She finally came on his face, one arm covering her eyes as she pumped her pussy at his sucking mouth.

He waited until she was finished before rising up.

"Now turn over," he said.

Yes, she wanted it. She rolled over and went up on her knees. She knelt there waiting for him, waiting to get fucked.

His hands molded her ass before his fingers moved in to pull at her cuntlips and stoke her cunt. She knew what she looked like beat over like this. One of her old boyfriends had been a photographer and she'd let him take pictures of her. Not the sort of pictures she would want her mother to see. She remembered one photo that showed her cunt from the rear, her dark hairy pussy between the tops of her thighs. Mel the photographer had said she had such a lush cunt for a slender girl. Yes, she did have a lush pussy, thick-lipped and always sopping and hungry for cock.

"Darling, fuck me," she said.

Jay grunted. "I'm about to."

And the next moment he drove his hard cock inside her cunthole and he began fucking her.

On the terrace outside the master bedroom window, Scott clenched his teeth as he watched his father and his stepmother. He thought she looked so beautiful bent over like that with her ass in the air while his old man pounded her cunt from behind. Scott was convinced she was the most exciting woman he'd ever known. Certainly more exciting than any of his girlfriends. Or that professor's wife who giggled like an idiot whenever he touched her plump cunt. Gayle certainly had them all beat. She was a dream. Perfect body and perfect face, her eyes always seeming so amused when she looked at him.

He watched his father's ass as it pumped away at Gayle's cunt. Go on, fuck her, Scott thought. Sooner or later he'd have his own chance at her.

He had two and a half months to make it with her and he was sure he could do it. He was also sure he would give her a better fuck than his father could.