Need to Feel Wanted 1.5

To Feel Wanted 1.5

Sandy had been right about that not being the only time that she and Chris had made love over the next six months. Every excuse they had to be alone and in one another's arms. Even if they only had a handful of moments alone, they would make use of it. More than one occasion he had been there for an overnight with Jim and she had pulled him into the large, walk in pantry and they were at one another. They would kiss and as though they were trying to consume one another. They would paw at one another, whispering filthy things and wants to one another before they were interrupted in one way or another and they had to pretend as if nothing was going on. It was like they were afflicted, when they were apart Sandy would text him pictures of herself. Always naked, wearing lingerie, touching herself or savaging her pussy with a toy she told him was a very poor substitute for him pulsing and throbbing inside her. Chris would return the favor, taking pictures of his cock in every angle of arousal. Videos of him stroking his pole, his cock rigid and coated in lube and his own juices, he would feverishly stroke it, all the while describing the things he wished he was doing to her. Till he erupted, spraying ropes of thick cum over his stroking fist and pulsing cock, moaning and groaning in ecstasy.

Sandy would send her fevered replies, sad that he had wasted his hot cum without giving it to her, spraying it into her mouth, into her womb. Replying with videos over her own, fingering herself in lace and silk panties that she hoped would inflame him even more.

She had called him over to "help her move some heavy things out of the attic" It had been a simple excuse to get Chris alone. They had fucked like animals on the floor of Sandy's living room. The house was empty, all the rest were off on some errand or at practice. Sandy had ridden Chris's cock on the couch, kissing him madly or with her head thrown back as she came and shuddered. He had lain atop her, violently thrusting into her as she held him tightly to her and clawed at his bare back. That first night had ended with her on her hands and knees, Chris behind her with his hands gripping her hips and slamming himself into the drenched, clutching sheath of her pussy until she clamped down on him and he swelled and sprayed his hot ropes of cum into her core, each time his cock bucked and spewed its payload into her depths she would shiver, turning to look at him with a look so wanton, that they had nearly done it again, and would have if they had not run out of time.

Another time had seen her on her knees in Chirs's garage, her large breasts wet with her spit as she vigorously sucked at his cock until he had cum into her mouth to a multitude of groans as she drank him down until he collapsed from pleasure.

Chris had returned the favor a week later. Sandy had gone out with the girls to dinner and had too much to drink and called Chris to come get her, he had driven her up to the nearby hills. Sandy had ended up on her back, screaming and shaking as Chris licked her pussy for nearly an hour before she pulled him up onto her and he had fucked her twice and filled her to overflowing with cum and she had lay with her head on his chest for nearly an hour till people had started calling both of them, wondering where they were.

Riding back to drop her off, Sandy had confessed that she had recorded them fucking, at least the audio of it. Chris had thought it was hot as fuck. It was this very recording that led to even crazier things on the horizon.

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Nat was absolutely soaked. She was running her usual six miles after her morning routine, and she was drenched as she really upped the speed for the last half mile. Her legs were killing her, but she was not going to stop. She gritted her teeth as she finally heard the beeping of the treadmill, and it began to slow the pace to her cooldown. There was a reason she was in such good shape, gym three days and running 5 days a week with yoga and palates mixed in. As she slowed her pace she looked over at the wall-length mirror and smiled. She looked good, she earned it, but tonight she was going to murder some pasta and bread and all the things she gave up keeping her athletic physique. Her smile faded a bit as she realized that she was the only one who seemed to care how hard she worked. Her husband had been absent much of late and when he was there he always said how tired he was and the few times over the last, oh god, eight months they had been intimate it had been rather quick and she had to take care of herself in the shower after he had fallen asleep. This was not the only area where things were different. He was distant, always on his phone, always leaving at strange hours for work and then coming home to "shower off the day" before going to bed and barely touching her at all. She had tried to talk to him to find out what was wrong and if it was something she had done. She really loved her husband, but he was older, and she still loved him even though his performance in the bedroom was not what it had been and now the part he had always been great with, the reason she fell for him in the first place, was going away and fast.

She turned in profile as she looked at herself again, her dark hair was pulled into a ponytail under her favorite ball cap, her green sports bra was soaked as it easily contained her smallish breasts and her yoga shorts, the same color of her bra were hugging her ass like a clingy boyfriend. Nat turned and flashed her plump ass at the mirror and did her best mock IG girl pose. Squats and deadlifts and all the things had given her a nicely rounded ass, an ass to be proud of. Nat gave one cheek a playful but hard slap to watch it shake just a little and giggled as she felt her body tingle at the contact. She wouldn't get sad again about her situation. She needed a shower and then to start thinking about dinner for the kid and her husband, if he ever decided to come home.

She heard the sound of someone in the next room and knew that Chris was around the house. He had said he was going to run into town and get something, a new game or whatever he was using to distract himself on his weekend, he must have just gotten back.

Nat was moving to the door when she heard a distinct female moan from the other side of the door and then heard Chris swear and the noise cut off. Nat froze. Was he watching porn on the main tv in the living room? He had to know she was home, her car was in the driveway. Chris was a lot of things but brazen to that extent he was not. Nat felt a mischievous smile creep across her face as she opened the doorway as quietly as she could and peaked out. Chris was sitting on their big sectional couch, his back to her and the TV was off. Strange. Then she saw him put in his ear bud and tap his phone. He glanced around nervously for a time or two and she shut the door quietly. He was listening to something naughty on his phone. Clicking open her phone she saw that she could connect to his hotspot and from that, his phone. They had a plan that allowed full sharing between phones, it was one of the few things his father demanded in order to allow him so much freedom and the large allowance he received.

Nat hovered over the phone connect button and paused, it was an invasion of his privacy, and she shouldn't do it. She bid her nail and then shrugged. She loved him and wanted to make sure he was not doing something crazy or illegal. That is what she told herself as she connected her phone to his and by association, her headphones.

'Oh fuck baby... mmmmm. Yeah right there.... oh fuck yes suck on it... oh my god baby.' A voice said into her ear loud enough for Nat to gasp and she quickly turned down the headphones.

He was listening to porn, strange, as most men are visual types, but she continued to listen as now her curiosity was peaked. There was the sound of heavy breathing and groaning, Nat felt herself adjusting and pressing her legs together as she stood there. She could feel the familiar tingling sensation of her pussy starting to respond to the noises. Nat was a very sexual person, and she was also not shy about expressing what she liked and wanted in bed. She was sad to think of how long it had been since she had a reason to huff and puff and moan like the woman on the recording was.

"Baby you're making me feel so good..... mmmm oh yes just like that. Don't suck so hard on my clit, baby, its sensitive. Yeah lick me there and.... yeah just like I taught you, slip a finger in and.... yes. OH FUCK!!! Keep going baby...... yes.... mmmhmmmm. fuck your gonna make me cum so fucking hard baby..... yes like that..... baby!! oh fuck." Nat winced in pain as she realized she was biting her lip, and she was pulling at the bottom of her sports bra.

'Chris... baby, you lick my pussy so good baby.' Nat's hand flew to her mouth. She knew she recognized that voice, but she could not place it. Chris was listening to a recording of him and Sandy.

Nat suddenly realized it all made sense. She had heard through the grapevine that Sandy and her husband had been basically on the outs. She had been in contact with Chris a lot and now it all made sense. The little calls for him to come help her move this or pick that up from the store that she couldn't lift.

Sandy was fucking her stepson.

There was something there that gnawed at her, made her feel... territorial maybe. She had known Chris for 9 years and she loved him very much. She was friendly with Sandy but still, Nat didn't want him to be taken advantage of, he was old enough to make his own decisions but still.

'Lay down baby, you made me feel good and now its your turn." Nat heard Sandy say in her sultry voice. Nat was going to say something until she heard that. She leaned against the door jam, her finely nailed fingers tracing the top of her sweat damp yoga shorts.

Nat closed her eyes and tried to imagine the scene, Chris laying on his back, his towering cock rampant and exposed, Sandy on her hands and knees between his strong legs, topping him off while stroking his shaft as her spit dripped down the length of his cock.

Nat's eyes shot open, and she shook her head, what on earth was she thinking? Was she really that hard up that she would fantasize about her own stepson? What was worse is that her pussy was tingling and damp and aching to be touched, more so now because she could hear the wet sucking sounds over the recording and Chirs groaning as Sandy worked his tool. He used no words, but he was clearly enjoying himself as he continued to groan and sigh as the sucking noises grew more and more intense. Nat closed her eyes again and had to clench her jaw tightly as she slipped her hand into her shorts and beneath the waistband of her little workout panties, her clit nearly sand when she ran her fingers over it and her lips were engorged and wet as soon as she began to rub them, drawing the moisture from inside her.

It went on for minutes, fast, sloppy sounding sucking, the occasional gag noise but not like that bullshit in porn, this was the sound of a cougar who was really enjoying a probably good sized cock and not trying to make too much of a show of it.

Nat had pulled her shorts down to mid-thigh and her soaked panties were pulled to the side, one hand was propping her up on her shaking legs as her other hand was an absolute blur as she shot forward to a gut clenching orgasm, her pussy spasming so hard she almost lost her balance.

Her timing was amazing because Sandy pulled off of him with a pop she could hear. 'How do you want me baby? I can tell I got you too worked up because you are absolutely twitching right now, and leaking really bad' Sandy whispered and the recording barely caught it but it was enough to force Nat to take a steadying breath as she knew she was going to try to cum again, this was so hot.

She felt a wash of guilt at that moment. She and Chris had never had any weird sexual tension that she knew of. She had walked in on him a few times getting out of the shower and he had accidentally walked in while she was changing about a year ago, but there had never been any weird, creepy sexual notion that Nat could recall. Maybe she was wrong, maybe Chris had always seen her as sexual, unbothered by the taboo of her being his stepmom. Maybe it was part of a kink he had? She reminded herself they were not blood related, and he was very cute and sweet and old enough to make his own decisions.

Clearly because he was putting in work on his best friends mom.

'Can we do it from behind? That feels so good.' Nat heard Chris ask and heard Sandy give a bit of a giggle and then there was some bumping and shifting as they got into position. There was a slick sound and Sandy groaned as Chris was either fingering her or licking her as she knelt before him. The idea gave Nat a surge of lust. Her husband had never done that, licked her from the back or anything even a little bit naughty since after about year one of their marriage. She had tried but it just seemed like no matter how good she looked, how hard she made her body, he wouldn't just play with the toys she gave him or take the hints she threw his way.

Smack!

'Ooooo baby, I love it when you span.... Ohhhh fuck! You're so big baby!' Sandy groaned as Chris spanked her ample bottom and apparently slid himself into her wet insides. Nat closed her eyes and let out a pinched sigh as she slid two fingers over her clit and set the fire between her legs ablaze again.

For the next two minutes on the recording there was no speaking, only the sound of wet impacts of flesh against flesh and Sandy going back and forth between groaning or outright screaming. Nat was now squatting slightly, her fingers strumming her clit and pussy lips like Steve Ray Vaughn on guitar, her other hand bracing herself for balance against the door frame. It was like her whole body was on fire, every part of her was tingling and pulsing, she was trying so hard not to make any noise, but she didn't know if she could hold back as she could feel the orgasm coming for her and she knew it was going to be huge.

'Fuck, Sandy I'm gunna cum....' Nat heard Chris groan over the recording, his pace increasing even more, faster and faster.

'Yes baby, cum. I wanna feel it inside me, fuckin cum! Do it, CUM FOR ME!!!' Sandy coached and then cried out as Nat heard Chris give a cry and with one final slap, him pushing his cock as deep as possible, they both began to cry out, groaning rhythmically as Chris came.

Came inside of Sandy. Sprayed his hot thick cum inside of her, filling her up with heat and soaking the pair of their sexes with his hot cum. The thought of that tipped her off the cliff and Nat crashed into one of the most intense orgasms to date. She bit her lip so hard she was sure she was bleeding but that was not enough to quiet her all the way.

"Oh Fuuuuuucck!" Nat groaned as her pussy clenched and she felt her soaked hole clamp down on her fingers, felt her stomach tensing as she continued to have little shock like orgasms and lost her grip on the doorframe and tipped over with a yelp.

The recording abruptly cut off and there was a hurried sound of movement out in the other room.

"Nat?" Chris called out, his voice was hoarse, he sounded winded, had he been jerking off on the couch?! Nat quickly pulled her fingers from her tunnel, rolled onto her side and frantically pulled her clothes back into place as she heard Chris approaching the door.

Confident she was dressed again she quickly wiped the juices from her hand and fingers on her shorts and tried to stand but a jolt of pain shot through her hip and she yelped again.

The door opened into the home gym room where she lay on the hardwood floor and Chris thrust his flushed face into the room, a look of concern on his sexy features.

Sexy? She had always thought he was cute but sexy was never something she would use to describe him, until today. Guilt gnawed at her but she threw it away as he fully entered the room, look of concern on his sexy face.

"I had no idea you were home, you ok?" He reached out to help her up and Nat reached out with her right hand, the hand that was still wet in places from her aching pussy and then she jerked her hand back, offering the other instead. Chris gave her a look but took her hand and pulled her to her feet. She winced as she felt the pain in her hip from falling on the hard floor.

"What are you doing home?" Nat asked as she moved over to the bench and sat down, still rubbing her hip.

"I was hanging out with Jim for a bit, he says his folks are really having a hard time of it right now." Chris said, a downcast look on his face.

Nat had to suppress a look. Of course there is trouble, Sandy is getting stretched out on the regular by a young stud. Nat had to admit she had no idea what was going on before the affair took place but still. "I'm sorry to hear that, what does that mean then?"

"I guess his folks are not living together any more, something like his dad was stepping out on his mom with another man. Has been going on for about a year now."

"Wow." Nat was shocked, she knew things were not great but now she knew why, and maybe why Sandy had done some stepping out on her own. Nat looked up at Chris and knew the other reason. He was in fantastic shape, broad shouldered without being hulky, his waist was small, she had seen he had a six pack, his legs were runners legs and he had a cute butt. Her gaze fell to his crotch of his loos fitting runners shorts and she could see there was a bulge there, she couldn't blame him, she had lost control hearing him get after Sandy, and he was there doing it.

The bulge looked impressive but she could not really tell without getting caught. She felt her cheeks flush as she imagined the thick member slipping wetly into some willing pussy. She was even more ashamed when she imagined looking down between her legs and watching it slip into her. Stretch her, push deep into her. Nat had to shake her head to clear away the images.

"Did you hit your head?" Christ sat down close to her and placed his strong hand on her chin and turned her head to face him, looking into her eyes to see if her pupils were dilated. She could smell his cologne, his manly scent, see his beautiful eyes as he checked her to make sure her head was not injured. He was so sweet. Nat felt her body react and knew her nipples were harder than rocks. She turned her head away and stood up with a wince.

"I am find honey, I'm gonna go shower I'm all gross from running. You want something to eat?

"Don't you have that committee meeting and the dinner soon?" Chris asked. Nat cursed as she looked at her watch and remembered she did have something till late.

"That's right, shit. Can you figure out dinner I need to get cleaned up and get going."

"No worries, I can just have some cereal or a shake or something." Chris said as he absently picked up some dumbbells and curled them, turning so he could see his bicep inflate with each rep.

"Ok, I'll be home late, your dad won't be back till Sunday, surprise surprise right?"

Chris nodded and shook his head. The look on his face told Nat he knew full well things were strained between her and his dad.

"Well, I'll try to stay out of trouble." Chris said with a smirk. Nat had to stifle a grin as she knew all too well what he would be doing as soon as she left.

Excusing herself she made her way up to the shower and jumped under the water and hoped the shower would wash away the deplorable fantasies I was having.

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Chris hurried to his room, calling Sandy as soon as his door shut. The phone rang only once before she picked up.

"Is it weird that the second I see your name on my incoming calls my pussy gets absolutely drenched?" Sandy asked with a mischievous giggle as she heard the sound she knew in his voice as worry and slightly embarrassed sigh from Chris.

"Well, why don't you come over once she is gone and show me?" Chris said, his face flushed and his heart pounding as it always was every time Sandy talked about any type of fooling around with him.

"That sounds like fun. How long will she be out of the house?" Sandy asked.

"Until late." Chris answered very quickly. Sandy laughed again and took a deep breath, Chris knew she was running her hands over her body, biting her lip and having a fantasy about him.

"Well, text me once she is gone and I'll head over. I'm really excited to see you." Sandy said, her voice sultry thick with sexual tension. Chris was waiting for her to tell him in detail what she was going to do to him or what she wanted done to her. "See you soon big boy." And the line went dead.

Chris hurried to the shower and scrubbed himself down, making sure he was in top shape for Sandy when she came over.

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Nat was trying not to have a heart attack she was so mad. It was a 30 minute drive to the party/meeting and she had forgotten to bring her paperwork and it was needed or there was no reason to go. She was on her way back and knew she would already be late but it was one of the few things she was involved in, the rest was her just taking care of a house and trying to make a home for a man who was never around and didn't seem to give a damn either way.

The house was dark except for Chris's window and it looked like the Tv was on but that was the only light. Nat pulled up to the front of the house and hurried in. Pulling the front door open she moved to the kitchen quickly, not bothering to shut the front door. There. She had left the papers on the counter when she stopped to pull her heels on and couldn't find her keys in her purse.

She lifted the papers and turned to go when she heard a sound and froze.

It was the very distinct sound of a female moan.

Chris was watching porn. Nat was about to let him have his fun, at least he was in his room and not like on the couch in the main living room of the house. Something stopped her, there was more sound now, a steady stream of groans and moans. Prior to what she had heard today she would have let him wank in peace. Then she heard him fuck and her curiosity got the better of her.

She hard heard him fucking and she wanted to see if Sandy was just pumping up his ego or if he was working with something worth talking about. Slipping off her sexy little heels she moved to the stairs, her little black dress restricted her movement a bit but her bare feet on the steps made very little sound, by the sound coming from his room, he was not trying to hear anything else.

As Nat climbed reached the top of the steps she knew that what she was hearing was not porn.

Chris was fucking someone, aggressively by the sounds of it and just on the other side of his not all the way closed door. The rhythmic slapping of skin on skin was ringing into the darkened hallway, the sound of grunts in between the almost pained moan sounds that were being emitted from the door pushed Nat's emotions into a place of confusion, lust and guilt.

"Oh fuck baby I'm cumming!!" the woman in the room cried out. Nat recognized the voice from the recording, it was Sandy. Nat froze just outside of the door, the slapping of flesh on flesh persisted even through her impending orgasm. Nat heard Sandy's forces breathing and grunting as she came, hard on Chri's invading organ.

"Oh fuck... yes.. oh... don't. stop. fucking. me..... oh god." Sandy finished her hurried speaking and screeched out again then her cries became muffled.

"Oh, baby I can feel you squeezing me. You are cumming so hard." Chris sounded like his voice was deep as the slapping abruptly stopped.

"Fuck baby that was huge and felt so good. I can't take too many more of those or I won't be able to walk." Sandy said, her breath coming in huffs and puffs.

There was a slap sound, and she groaned, Chris had spanked her butt, hard but she seemed to like it.

"That's fine because I'm pretty close." Chris said.

"Well lets just stay like this, I love it when you cum with me in doggie." Sandy said with a groan, pushing herself back on Chris.

Nat had to see, she had to see them fucking. It was so primal, so dirty and in a way sensual in a way Nat had not fucked since she was in college.

Nat knelt down and peered into the room, seeing a sliver of the bedroom, brightly lit by the muted movie playing in the background and throwing the pair of entwined lovers into profile and black and white like an old school 8mm porno.

Nat gasped and clapped a hand over her mouth. She could not see the TV, but she could clearly see the pair on Chris's king sized bed in the corner from the light it shined. Chris was naked and covered in sweat, his muscles straining as his hips crashed into Sandy who was on her hands and knees in front of him, his hands on her hips pulling her into him. Sandy, her body shiny with sweat as well, her ass up and her face and chest down on the bed, arms extended pushing on the headboard to push back into Chris as he pounded his pelvis into hers. Sandy looked pretty great for a mom of her age.

Her large heavy tits hung down and wobbled as Chris fucked into her, her belly hung down a bit but she was in her 40's, milfy was the term that sprang to mind, and Nat knew that unless you lived in the gym like she did and ate like a bird, this was the way it was.

It made her hotter for a reason Nat could not pinpoint, her hips were flared, and her butt was thick and gave Chris a good set of hand holds to really give her a good deep fucking like he was.

Sandy was now pushing on the headboard with one hand, the other she reached back and was rubbing her lips and his shaft at the same time. Chris seemed to like this as he shuddered and began to pick up the pace of his thrusting again.

"God baby, you're gonna break me if you keep up like this." Sandy was groaning and really pushing back with her ass, meeting each of Chris's thrusts that sent impact waves through her.

"Oh... god... keep doing that thing with your hand..." Chris has his head tipped back and was giving her his full length with each thrust, the wet, slipping sound of each shut of his shaft into her grasping, soaked sheath was audible, and it sounded incredible. Nat could feel her lips wet in the confines of her sheer little panties and her body ached for her to relieve her lust as the couple crashed into one another, nearing the crescendo of their coupling.

"Oh fuck baby I can feel your cock throbbing in me.... harder baby. I'm gonna cum with you...." Sandy groaned out her words and dropped her face into the sheets, crying out and shaking as she shot toward what looked like a magnificent orgasm. Chris was looking down now where his and Sandy's bodies joined. Watching his cock slide into her, no doubt slick with her juices and soon to be his.

Filling her with his cum. Nat pulled her dress up, pulled the tiny swatch of fabric covering her mound aside and began to savagely finger her pussy. She was soaked and already so close, watching them fuck had taken her so very near to the cusp and she was going to try to cum with them.

"Fuck oh my gaaa!" Chris exclaimed and slammed his hips forward in two rough, final thrusts. His toned, athletic ass flexed as he expelled his hot cum inside of Sandy.

"Oh my god I love that feeling. Yes! Fuuuckkkkkk." Sandy screeched into the sheet as she too reached her climax at the same time. Nat pressed her two invading digits as deep as she could, her clit pressed into her wet palm and she too hit the roof, kneeling in the hallway, she couldn't suppress the groan as her insides pulsed around her fingers, lubing them up generously as she continued to twitch and pulse.

She had groaned out loud, Cumming as hard as she did she had not been able to suppress her cry. She opened her eyes and saw both Chris and Sandy had turned to look in her direction. Lost in the throws at the tail end of her orgasm, Nat lost her balance and fell back, losing her grip on the door jam and with flailing arms as she sat/fell back managed to push the door in and further open, leaving her in plain view, sprawled in the hallway.

"Hi Nat." Sandy managed, still on her hands and knees. Chris pulled back and slipped from her grasping tunnel, pulling a torrent of cum with him and causing Sandy to gasp. Nat saw the dollop of ropy cum fall out of her gaped hole as it fought to close and moreover, the flagging but still impressive cock swinging between his athletic thighs.

There was so much to talk about, and Nat didn't know where to start.