Stepmom's Tears Ch. 02

Chapter One

Maggie

"I can't believe how warm the water is," Maggie said.

"Well, that's Florida, babe. When you got this much sun and heat all the time, you get warm water," her husband, Jack, said. Jack wore his sunglasses and carried a can of beer in his hand as he waded into the water. Maggie had bought a black one-piece bathing suit that morning before they all went down to the beach. She wore that instead of the slender two piece she had brought with her. She ventured into the deeper water that came up to her full breasts. Her nipples were still raw and sensitive from the use of her stepson the night before.

Jack remained in the shallow waters. He hardly ever went in water deeper than his waist other than a quick dip to wet himself. He always wanted his defined triceps, lats, and pectorals to be seen when he walked through the water. It was vain, Maggie knew, but she accepted it. What was the point of having a nice body that you take care of if you're not proud of it.

"What's going on with Nick? He's been acting off all morning," Jack shielded his already sunglasses covered eyes as he looked to the beach. Nick declined to go into the water with them and remained tanning on the beach.

"Hm? I haven't noticed," Maggie said, with a lightness in her voice. She pretended that some splashing kids beside her caught her interest so her face would give nothing away.

"He hasn't said anything to you?" Jack continued.

"No, not really."

"... Did you talk to him last night?" Jack's voice was low and dark for a moment.

Maggie looked at her husband, then down at the water. "No," she said in a voice that matched her husband's sternness.

"Good." The light turned back on Jack's face and he took a sip of his beer. "We should go get breakfast- I need to calorie up."

Maggie released a sigh. She imagined sitting through a meal with Jack and her stepson, especially after how awkward Nick had been this morning. This is going to be a long vacation.

Breakfast went about as well as it could with the way Nick was acting. He was quieter than normal, which said something since he was already a quiet kid. Maggie pushed around her omelet and kept Jack talking about his plan to add tanning booths to all of his gyms. He was adamant that getting his body lifters at his gyms the right tan level could make the difference in bringing home the gold to his gym.

Jack went in detail to explain the science of the tan to Maggie while Nick finished his steak and eggs. He barely could look at his father, Jack, even, without his eyes fleeting to Maggie then quickly back down to his food. Maggie stared at the center of the breakfast table in the restaurant and imagined if she had X-ray vision her eyes would see right through to where her stepson's crotch. She'd be able to see his limp cock hung beside his thighs underneath his shorts.

Maggie's fingers rubbed soft circles on her inner thigh unconsciously as she recalled how it felt last night, pressed inside her ass crack. Jabbing her anus continuously, he blew his load of hot semen on her anus and along her ass crack...

The entire time he humped her, Maggie begged inside her head for her stepson to sink his fingers into her hips and plunge his cock inside her. Vagina, anus, mouth- she didn't care, she needed it filling her up. The unintended tease Nick had completed on her left Maggie an aching wreck after he came and scooted back from her. She laid their feeling his semen slide between her cheeks and drip down her butt cheek. The sparkle of electricity was static over her chest and throat. She needed to cum. She needed to cum so badly.

Finally, relenting to her basic desires, Maggie jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom before he could speak. There was no sleeping this off. It would've been impossible to ignore the desire that burned inside her. She listed after her stepson despite the grotesque complications it spurned. Sliding her pajama pants off her ankles and sitting on the cool, hard plastic toilet seat, Maggie licked her fingers out of habit and slid them between her thighs.

It turned out licking her fingers was pointless as her pussy lips were drenched with her juices from her last fingering and the imagining of the one to come. Completing steady, oblong swipes up and down on her pussy lips and clit, Maggie clapped her free hand over her mouth as her sharp, panted breaths began to leak high pitched moans with them. Her eyes held on the closed white door for a moment as her fingers continued to work her pussy.

When there wasn't a knock on the door, Maggie pearled her lips to keep the looming moans from escaping. She slid the hand up inside her shirt and gripped her fat breast. She could feel the small grooves of her stretch marked breasts from when they doubled in size after having her child decades ago. Any other time she would've hated the feel, but now she was so engrossed with the explosion begging to release from deep inside her sex.

Two of her fingers hooked down inside her pussy lips and she bit her tongue as a whine of a whimper escaped her lips. The fingers thumped into her pussy harder and harder as her chest and stomach heaved. In the slots under her squinting eyelids, she saw the door again and imagined it being thrown open. Without a word, she could see Nick's thick, muscular body before her, and his hard cock being fed into her pussy.

"Oh god..." Maggie whispered to herself as she buried her mouth in her shoulder. Her fingers fucked her pussy hard and deep, just like Nick's cock would. Maggie pinched her nipple hard and twisted it just like he would. She bit her lip and felt the violent shutter run through her thighs just like she would be fore cumming all over Nick's cock.

"Mmmmmm!" The high-pitched moan remained a hum as she bit the shirt that covered her shoulder. Maggie's eyes rolled back under her eyelids as the bright light turned black and the orgasm overtook her whole body. Her juices gushed over her fingers as she came. There was no stopping her scream as Maggie's body went rigged and the climax contorted her body. The only thing that kept her from waking the entire hotel floor was her breath catching in her throat and her near hyperventilation from the immense pleasure.

It wasn't until her eyes opened, with an exhausted haze over them, that she realized she had just squirted for the first time over the tile floor and below the hung towels on the lower part of the walls. Luckily, she had kicked her pajama pants off to the side when she took them off. Maggie stayed on the toilet for a long moment as waited for the after pulses of her powerful orgasm to disperse.

Cleaning up the mess she made and after wiping herself down, Maggie took a deep breath and turned the bathroom light off before carefully opening the door. She felt like she was a teenager again, sneaking inside her parent's house after making out with that boy they told her to stay away from. But there was no need to sneak. Nick was fast asleep and half sprawled across his bed. Maggie knew she could crawl into the bed and Nick would make room for her, but in truth, Maggie didn't trust herself. This has already gone too far.

She took her pillow and the blanket Nick had kicked aside and brought them to the couch, where she would sleep a safe distance away for the rest of the night.

"So, what's up, Nick?" Jack said, dropping his hand to the table just hard enough to make the silverware jingle. "I pay for this nice vacation for us and you're sitting over there in your booth sulking or something. What? This place not good enough for you?"

"Huh?" Nick jolted forward like a splash of water had struck his face. His eyes bounced between his father and stepmother and then back down to his lap. "Oh, no, yeah, everything's great, dad. Yeah, I love the beach... it's just..."

Nick's eyes lingered at the small space between Jack and Maggie then flicked to Maggie. For a moment, there was a drop in Maggie's stomach. The gaping hole of fear in the back of her throat sucked the air from her lungs as she knew he was about to tell his father, her husband, that he had slept with Jack's wife. She could see it before it even happened. The boiling rage in Jack's face. His biceps flexing as he flipped the table and the immense destruction and violence that would ensue. The icy icy fear froze her still for the second that Nick let hang until he finally spoke.

"I'm not feeling too well. Didn't want to jinx it by saying something earlier," Nick shrugged. He was a terrible liar.

"Hm. You ate all your breakfast. Can't be feeling too bad," Jack raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, no, I thought eating a little might settle my stomach. It's not too bad, might've just been the sandwich I ate on the road last night."

Jack nodded with an unsatisfied expression. Like he knew there was more to the story, but Nick had sold the bullshit enough to stop further questions. It was true that one plate of steak and eggs for Nick was considered only a 'little.' For both Jack and Nick, it was not uncommon for them to order two or three meals while out at a restaurant. Their hours of lifting required constant packing of calories into their diet. So Nick only eating one plate was believable that he could be sick.

"I'm actually thinking of heading back and taking a nap." Nick excused himself from the table, carefully scooting from the booth so not to knock it with his pecs or abs.

"Not much of a vacation sleeping in a hotel," Jack said with a hint of irritation in his voice.

"Well, it's your fault, dad, you got us too nice of a hotel, I just don't want to leave it." Nick tapped Jack on the shoulder and shook his father some. "I'm sure I'll be better by tonight."

"If you think that's best, you should get your rest," Maggie said. Nick gave them both a single nod without looking at Maggie still and left the table.

"Something's off with that boy," Jack said, sipping his water. His glass looked tiny in his hulking hands.

Maggie reached around her husband's shoulders and scratched his back. "I'm sure it's just allergies or something." But in her mind, Maggie knew she had to do something. She couldn't let Nick keep acting this way. It was too risky for both of them. They couldn't get caught by Jack.

Chapter two

Nick

Nick truly had a hint of a stomach ache, but it was from nothing that he had eaten. No, it was from what he had done. Nick walked back to his hotel room, not even noticing that a few of the bikini-clad college girls walking along the beach were smiling his way. They admired his height, bulk, and chiseled chin, as most of the women did. Nick knew he could be like the other guys at school and run through the women as quickly as he could.

There was a side to him that definitely would enjoy it, but the side his biological mother instilled in him would go nuts with guilt, just as it was now. His biological mother was also a tender soul and made sure Nick always worried about those around him more than himself. It was that tenderness that made him so susceptible to Maggie last night. She was so upset and needed so much; Nick could deny her. Not that it was her fault. It was all Nick. He had to take responsibility for it. He had to tell his father, but how?

Wouldn't telling him cause all the pain? Telling him would ruin this vacation he had spent so much time planning. Or maybe I'm just scared to admit my mistake. This vacation will be ruined regardless. Nick pouted going into his hotel room.

The AC felt amazing. Like a hot, wet blanket had been removed from his body. Slumping back on the couch, he looked down at the tent that stretched his bathing suit taut. How am I supposed to go about my vacation when just thinking about Maggie gives me this raging hardon?

Nick had never thought about Maggie in a sexual way... well, perhaps the first few months when she was over at the house when he was a teenager, he caught himself staring at her breasts as they bounced about in her shirt. He put a stop to it, though, and not until she pressed her thick ass cheeks back into his erection last night did he, again.

Nick stood and went to the bedside where she had slept. The room had been cleaned, and the bed made. The sheets must've been changed, too because the sweet fruity smell of her conditioner was gone from the pillow as well. He had to think about what he'd tell his father, but first he had to get rid of the erection he had. Maggie plagues his thoughts like a virus.

A sexy, voluptuous, moist virus...

Before he could realize what he was doing, Nick had gone next door and used a spare key to his parents' room to gain entry and steal a pair of her panties. When he opened her metallic blue luggage bag, he didn't realize how many options he had to choose from. He ended up selecting the red lacy thong that was rich with her unique smell.

Back in his hotel room, he held his flexing shaft in one hand and her panties in the other as he stroked himself. He had to just cum, then he could think clear enough to figure this out. He imagined him pulling this thong to the side as he shoved inside her. He couldn't believe how engorged he was-thoughts of no one had ever done this to him before. He was so close.

The knock on the door made him open his eyes, which is when he realized it was one of those knocks you do after you already opened the door and we're inside the room. The shocked expression on Maggie's face was nothing compared to Nick's. He meant to say... something. But all that came out was an odd sound as he tried to cover himself but not being able to because his shorts were across the room on his bed. A firm small couch pillow beside him was his best option, and it was barely enough to cover him up.

"Oh, my god," Maggie said as the door closed behind her. "I'm sorry, I-" her half heart attempt to cover her eyes went away completely when her gaze focused completely on his hand. "Are those my underwear?"

Fuck.

Nick tossed them on the ground in a reaction, thinking getting them out of his hand and away from him would look better. "Umm... yeah..." Nick confessed. What was the point in lying at this point, he figured.

Maggie gave a faint and pitying smile at Nick as she put her hands on her hips. One of those, oh nice try, that's adorable kid, looks that every child hates a parent to give. Maggie put her hands on her hips and walked over to the underwear. Clutching the pillow down on his still flexing shaft that refused to dissipate, Nick noticed Maggie had changed her clothes. She wore a low-cut white shirt that revealed her pale and reddened breasts. He also noticed when she bent down in front of him to pick up the panties that she now wore jean shorts that barely covered her ballooning butt cheeks.

"I think you dropped this," Maggie said, giving it a sniff. "Were you smelling them?" She asked with her cute and curious smirk.

Nick nodded with a sigh, staring at his mother's bare legs. There was another knock on the door. This knock was louder and more forceful. Shock was no longer in Nick's eyes. Fear had taken its place, and he noticed edges of the fear were visible in Maggie's eyes, too. She tossed her underwear at Nick, who quickly stuffed them between the cushions. Before Nick could stand to get to the bathroom to hide, Maggie had already opened the door, and he heard his father's voice.

"Where's he at? He coming or what?" Jack asked. The opened door was directly to Nick's left, blocking his father's view, but if he were to enter, Jack would see his half naked son in a room with his scandalously dressed wife.

"No, he's still feeling a bit sick." Maggie said, palming her belly as if she was talking about a child. "He's in the bathroom right now." Maggie leaned forward and whispered, "puking."

"No shit?" Jack said, surprised. Like he didn't believe Nick was sick until now. "Hm, well, alright then. Let's go."

"I'm going to hang out a minute, make sure he's alright, you go ahead, start the car. I'll be right behind ya," Maggie said.

"Okay, but hurry up," Nick could hear Jack tap his smart watch.

"Okay, hun," Maggie smiled, closing the door. An audible sigh could be heard from both of them as the shadow of Nick's father passed by the window on the blinds. She turned to Nick and stood over him with a finger in his face and a low forceful voice. "You cannot tell him what happened."

"How can I not? How can we not? He has to know," Nick said what he had heard in his head so many times today.

A slight panic and submissive look broke across his mother's face as she sat beside him on the couch. Nick realized, again at that moment, that he was in fact pants and underwear less. "Listen, you- we can't tell him what happened. It- he would be devastated. And- and upset. And we would do that to him, you know? If we don't tell him he won't be," Maggie must've seen Nick's wavering eyes, like he could go either way, because she then went in for the kill. "Nick, please," she put one hand on his thigh and another on his shoulder. "Please, do this for me. It will ruin me. Please, do me this favor?"

Nick took a deep breath and sighed, looking at the pillow top on his lap, "okay."

"Ahh! Thank you, son," Maggie exploded with a wide smile and, surprisingly, leaned in, kneeling on the couch cushion to hug Nick. Nick felt his face squish against the top of her clammy breasts as she squeezed his neck and shoulders. The hug lingered as Maggie rubbed Nick's upper back as the word, son, rolled around in Nick's mind.

Nick wasn't sure when or how it started but, in this half-mounted hug his stepmother gave him, her hand slid down beneath the pillow and began reverse stroking his cock. The cursory and exploratory strokes were quickly replaced with long, purposeful strokes that used all of Maggie's arm to pump him.

Panting nearly as much as Nick was, Maggie's chest heaved as she sunk her crotch onto Nick's thigh, grinding her sex through the shorts on his leg as she stroked him. Brushing the pillow to the floor, Maggie humped his leg vigorously, like a bitch in heat. High-pitched hums and squeaks escaped with her breaths.

Nick felt her tiny hands and pointy nails dig into the back of his neck as he turned his head and she fed him her left breast. Pulling it free through the neck of her shirt, Nick felt his cock flex and knew he was near cumming when his lips closed around her hard nipple.

"Oh mmm, yes!" Maggie moaned as Nick growled into her breast. And just like that, Nick knew how it happened, just like last night. In a matter of minutes, without a word spoken, he and his stepmother were so near cumming on each other. Maggie's fingernails raked through his thick brown hair and squeezed as he began to suck on her nipple. "Oh my god!" She moaned through gritted teeth.

Her hand felt amazing sliding up and down his shaft. Her neckline smelled just like home, like her fruity conditioner and a slight hint of perfume. His hands closed around her thick ass cheeks as she rode his thigh. Her short breaths sliced the air and became stagnant. Her high-pitched moans cut higher with each breath.

Nick's tongue flicked ferociously up and down on her nipple as he sucked on it. Maggie clenched Nick's thigh between her legs as she released a scream as her whole body shook. "I'm cum- ahhh!!"

The sound of her moans mixed with the taste of his mother's tits made the explosion of cum shoot from his cock. Nick moaned into her breast as she pumped his cock empty. Then, as quickly as it began, Maggie was standing and tucking her breasts back inside her shirt as she adjusted her clothes. And without a word spoken, she walked out the door so as not to keep Nick's father waiting any longer.

Chapter three

Nick

After taking a nap that afternoon, Nick awoke refreshed. He felt better with his mental anguish over the morality of sleeping with his stepmother. When his father returned to the hotel, he came to Nick's room and saw first-hand the miraculous recovery his son made from his ailment. Something about feeling a duty to keep his stepmother's trust alleviated most of the guilt he felt.

"Good, boy, cause I'm lining up shots for us tonight at dinner," Jack said, smacking his son on the back a little too hard. "It's time you see how a real man drinks. None of those sissy mixed drinks you and your college friends drink. I'm talking about beer and hard liquor!"

Nick rolled his eyes and nodded with a polite smile as Jack shook his son from side to side. Maggie quickly breezed by the open room door, her hands overflowing with shopping bags from the various department stores they visited.

She must be flying on cloud nine right now.

"Have enough bags there?" Nick yelled out with a smile to no reply. He heard her unlock her room door and it opened and closed. Nick made a face at his father who only rolled his eyes and shrugged.

"Women. It's always something with them," Jack said. Nick smiled and nodded along, but something about his stepmom's body language didn't sit right with him.

After another hour or two of relaxing in the room, they all changed and went out for dinner at a pleasant restaurant near the beach. Nick got little relaxation time, as he didn't realize until that moment that he had lost his cellphone at the beach that morning. While his parents relaxed, he miserably returned to the beach where they had been but of course did not find it. He would have to wait till he was back from his vacation to get a replacement phone.

Nick did most of his moping before arriving at the restaurant with his parents. They had a patio where you could hear the waves crashing from across the street, but it was too hot to sit out there. Instead, they sat at a table with white cloth and candlelight near the window. It wasn't quite a fancy enough place to wear suits though some people did. It was fancy enough to make Nick feel underdressed in his khakis and polo shirt.

He couldn't tell if the stares from other patrons were because of his size, his clothes choice or both. His father wore the same clothes, except his shirt was black and not white. "Steak steak steak," Jack said to the waiter as they sat them down. "That's the only page real men need out of a menu."

The waiter smiled politely and awkwardly placed the menu in front of him. He was a skinny boy with braces, about the same age as Nick. "I'll be right back with some waters," the waiter mumbled before scurrying away.

Jack rolled his eyes and shook his head, "fuckn loser."

"Dad..." Nick warned, and Jack just shrugged and opened his menu. Maggie appeared in a better mood than she was earlier. She spoke some in the car ride to the restaurant and was rubbing Jack's hand or shoulder the entire time. Even now she wouldn't go but a few minutes without reaching over to touch Jack's shoulder.

Maybe they had another fight? It couldn't have been about me, dad would've flipped. No way he would be treating me so well. Maybe there's something else they are not telling me. Could they be getting a divorce? They had been married for over five years and almost never fought. It can't be it.

The feeling he had about his parents' possible divorce was a whirlwind of complicated thoughts that began with wondering what summer and holidays would be like without his mom around, then quickly jumped to the realization that all that was going to be different now anyways now that he and his mother had made each other cum.

They had ordered food and Jack was walking them through his gym expansion plan. He already owned 15 gyms. Bodybuilder gyms that were mostly in Florida, Georgia, and Alabama, but he had just opened two new locations with a friend In Michigan.

Michigan was the major topic on his mind for the past months. His friend was laying the groundwork for his northern expansion. It was rare for Nick's father to trust anyone, especially with money, which is why Jack had been so on edge lately. The property and equipment in two of the locations were supposed to be purchased this weekend.

Maybe that was why he and my stepmom were arguing so much?

Nick looked at Maggie and saw her barely eating her bread while Nick and his father were on their second roll. When she caught Nick looking at her, she looked away, cleared her throat, and excused herself from the table to use the restroom. Jack barely skipped a beat in his explanation of the equipment leasing agreement he negotiated down.

Nick had even a harder time listening to his father as he couldn't keep from thinking of the tears, he swore he saw in his stepmother's eyes.

"Nick, Jesus, are you even listening to me?" Jack held his hands out, upset. "I'm trying to explain somethin to you. Somethin you won't learn from your fancy college-'' Jack's cell phone rang at an annoyingly max volume rattle of a ring. Jack groaned and pulled it from his pocket to inspect the name on the screen before answering. "Adam- hey, everything go smooth?" His father exclaimed, and Nick wanted to disappear under the table as every surrounding table turned and looked their way. "What?" Jack shouted. "Are you fucking kidding me!?"

"Dad." Nick warned, though he doubted he heard. Jack stood on his own and walked outside, cussing out his friend over the phone the entire way. Nick let another few minutes go by when the waiter arrived with their food. Nick thanked him and waited, letting his steak cool while he decided what to do. Finally, after several glances to the clock on his cellphone, Nick stood to go check on Maggie in the bathroom.

From the door, he could hear her crying before he even knocked. It wasn't until he opened the door while knocking did he realize the bathroom was actually just a single occupancy stall and nothing more. Maggie sniffled as she looked in the mirror and held her hair to the side. The deep dark bruises along the back side of her neck stood out even on her tanning skin.

"What happened?" Nick asked before Maggie could react.

"Hmm? Oh, nothing," Maggie said, startled. She put her hair down from the ponytail in her palm and quickly tried to clean the tears from her eyes.

Nick came inside, locking the door behind him. "Let me see," he said, pulling her hair back carefully. The entire back of her neck was one long bruise and indents on the side showed where the fingers had grabbed her. "Who- did my dad do this?!"

The fire ignited in Nick's eyes was matched with the fear and worry in Maggie's eyes. "It was an accident. I mean- he didn't mean to. We just had an argument and things- we're fine, it's fine. Don't worry about it."

Nick turned to storm towards the door. His mind was a blur or red and anger as he reached for the door. He didn't know what he was going to say to his dad. He didn't know what he was going to do to his father. But something had to be done.

"Wait wait wait, no-" Maggie shouted as she grabbed his left arm and pulled him back with both her hands. In truth the size difference was so great he could have kept walking without issue, barely giving his stepmom notice, but he wouldn't do that to her.

"This isn't right or okay," Nick said.

Maggie put her body between Nick and the door and held up her hands. "I know I know. It's not a regular thing, it's just- it happened, but you can't tell him what you saw okay? Just pretend you saw nothing okay? I'll um, make it worth your while," Maggie said with a corner of a smile moving nearer. "I'll suck your dick, okay?"

Nick turned away waving his hand at her, "no, I don't want- he can't just get away with this."

Maggie sighed, exasperated. "Well, he can and he will. He didn't touch you, he touched me and it's my body!" Maggie said with a rare sternness in her voice. "You don't get a say in this. Only I do. And I say you won't say or do anything to your father, got it?"

Nick fumed with deep breaths for several minutes before relenting with a nod, "okay..."

A few minutes apart, he and his stepmom returned to the table and silently ate their expensive, cold food. Jack was still outside screaming on his phone and continued through the entire meal. When Nick finished the last bite of his meal was when Jack stormed back in paying for the meal and yelling at them that they had to go. His father didn't even touch his steak that he paid $50 for and Nick was glad for it. He doubted he could manage staring across the table at Jack knowing now what kind of man he was.

"What's going on, honey?" Maggie asked gently on the car ride back to the hotel.

"I'm getting fucked! That's what,``Jack snapped. He was weaving in and out of traffic while searching on his phone. "Dammit, can't get a flight out of here till the morning."

"Flight? We drove here." Nick said from the back of their SUV.

"No shit!" Jack shouted in the rear-view mirror. "You and Maggie will check out and drive home tomorrow morning. I've got to catch this flight tomorrow morning to Michigan. Adam is trying to steal my fucking gyms!"

There was a quiet few minutes while Jack drove and booked his flight on his phone. Twice he nearly ran off the road and apologized to the others in the car by cursing at them.

"Honey, since we're already here, how about Nick and I just stay till the end of the weekend like we planned and you-"

"You're checking out tomorrow," Jack told her as he continued to fume. "If I can't be on vacation, no one can."

Chapter four

Maggie

Maggie hadn't moved in over an hour. She didn't want to wake her husband. She wanted the sleep he entered to be a deep one. One that wasn't easily disturbed. When she finally worked up the courage to leave her bed, she did so carefully. Slipping her slippers on, she moved for the hotel room door.

Walking between rooms, she held her breath. Like any sound made could wake her husband, even from where she was. Maggie pulled the key card out from Nick's door and heard the lock unlatch. Carefully she turned the handle and tiptoed inside his dark and freezing, of course, room. She thought the latching of the door closed behind her would have woken Nick or make him stir, but he remained asleep and sprawled across his bed.

Carefully tiptoeing over to his bed, she sat her ice bucket down on the floor as she approached Nick's bed. She figured if she was caught or questioned by Jack later why she was out of her room she could say it was for ice and not have to admit it was because she could not sleep due to her imagination obsessing over her stepson.

Just a sheet covered half of her son's body as he slept spread eagle on his back. The sheet covered one of his legs and his crotch, but Maggie could tell from the little light that shone through the curtains on his exposed leg that he wasn't wearing any boxers. Maggie licked her lips carefully as her fingers traced around her throat or the neck of her oversized shirt. It's not too late. I could leave. I could go back to my room. It's too dangerous to do this. You know what Jack will do if he finds out!

But a defiance within her pressed forward. Pulling her shirt over her head, Maggie could already feel her rock-hard nipples aching for relief. She pulled on the foot of the sheet and exposed his long, limp shaft leaning against his leg. Even soft, Nick's cock was bigger than all the men Maggie had known, including his father. Careful not to disturb the mattress or one of his legs, Maggie curled between his thighs and slowly stuck her tongue out. Tasting the tip of his shaft, she licked down the bulb of his cock as her lips took his soft head in her mouth.

Closing her eyes, lost in lust, Maggie moaned a hum as she slid her mouth deeper on his shaft then backing away. Immediately, she could feel the reaction in his shaft. The stiffening. The growing and straightening. She took it in hand as she salivated on purpose, letting her saliva drench his shaft as she pushed deeper and deeper, the longer he became.

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see Nick was still asleep, but his breathing had changed. His lips parted as he slept, Maggie watched him pant in long breaths the harder he became. Her entire head bobbed now as he flexed inside her mouth. Maggie fought her gag reflex just to get his head into her mouth. Maggie's pussy was slick between her thighs as her ass wobbled in the air.

When she dragged her fingernails across her stepson's scrotum and balls is when there was a twitch in Nick's shaft, and she saw Nick's head look down to see his stepmother with her lips wrapped around his cock.

Just the thought of him waking to this sight turned her on to no end. She hummed vibrations down the top of his cock, which made a groan release from Nick's lips. She moaned in return. If she didn't have his cock in her mouth, she would be moaning Nick's name. She wanted him to hear her cry his name as he came. Fuck. I want to cum just thinking about it.

Now that Nick's eyes were on her she scooted forward more and scooped up her large tits and pressed them to both sides of his shaft. Smashing his cock between them, she bobbed her whole upper body on him. When a few loose clumps of her blond hair fell in her face, Nick brushed them out of her face, tenderly, then scooped her hair off to the side of her head. God, I want him so badly right now.

Squinting her eyes, Maggie slid her cock deeper down her throat and held it there. After a moment, she released, pulling back and slurping on his cock, taking a breath before doing it again.

"Ugh- gah," Nick moaned. Maggie pinched her nipples tightly as she felt the familiar spasm flex in the bottom of Nick's shaft as he lost control. The thick, hot spurts of cum shot from Maggie's stepson's cock onto the roof of her mouth and dripped to her tongue then down her throat. She drank it all down. Every last bit and moaned a humming sigh as she did. When she felt the stiffness loosen in his shaft, Maggie kept sucking. She slurped and sucked his shaft limp, making her stepson groan the entire time she tongued the head of his shaft. Finally, she gave him a release and pulled her lips free from his cock.

Putting her shirt back on, Maggie picked up her ice bucket and left Nick's room. Like a dream had come to life only to disappear into darkness again.

Chapter five

Maggie

The following morning, Maggie was woken up by more of Jack's yelling into his cell phone. She flinched and blinked stressfully until she realized he was on the other side of the room. Apparently, his friend in Michigan was attempting to take sole ownership of the gyms that were in Michigan and Jack was having none of it.

He said he was going to Michigan that morning to, "end this friendship and end Adam."

Maggie had packed her bag the night before and realized when she was getting dressed that she had packed away all her underwear. Her now dry bathing suit was hanging in the bathroom, so she decided to just wear that under her shirt and shorts. The plan was originally for all three of them to check out together but Jack had an urgency about him this morning so he told Maggie that he and Nick would just have to checkout after dropping him off at the airport.

Nick came out of his room groggy and half asleep. Like most teenage boys, he had just woken up, thrown on a tank top and shorts, and came down to the car. Jack stayed on his phone the whole way to the airport, screaming and cussing at various people he knew from Michigan. His carryon bag was tossed in the front passenger seat, thoughtless of his wife or son, so they both sat in the back of the vehicle.

It was only a few minutes into their 20-minute trip to the airport when Maggie felt a startling touch on her thigh. Nick's hand rubbed the inner thigh of Maggie up and down, inching nearer to her crotch with every pass. The sudden boldness from her stepson took her by surprise. Nervously, she eyed the back of her husband's head who sat in front of her and heard him yell and shout oblivious of his son's fondling of his wife.

Maggie leaned backwards and spread her legs wider some which only edged Nick's palm nearer to her crotch. Without thinking, her hand went to her chest when Nick's brushed over her clit through her short's fabric. She pursed her lips as he circled her sex over and over. The fire and elation she felt in her chest was bursting. She felt the moisture flooding her sex as her stepson's fingers circled her clit at just the right pressure and pace.

Keeping her lips closed, Maggie closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against the warm, sunny window. Hearing the rush of air going in and out of her nose, she had to focus on not moaning or crying out as she so desperately wished to.

If I keep my lips closed, I can't make any sound.

It was what she hoped, but it was not so. Her breathing became broken as she felt her hips against Nick and raised at her son's touch. Looking out the window below her eyelids, she saw the fleeting eyes of strangers who were stopped at red lights beside them. Others passed them going the opposite way. Several make eye contact with her never knowing her stepson was rubbing her clit. That this dirty old mom was about to cum behind her husband from her stepson. The feeling was so close. It was right there. Maggie's lips parted as she sucked in air but then it stopped.

The hand that was once between her thighs was now gone and before she could understand what happened the car was stopped. 'DEPARTURES' the sign read above the car where they had parked on the side of the road. Jack exited the car with his cellphone still attached to his ear and grabbed his bag, entering the airport without even looking at his wife or son in the back of the car.

Chapter six

Nick

Nick hadn't even driven out of the lanes in front of the departure area when he felt Maggie's hand groping blindly at his crotch. The athletic shorts he wore did little to conceal his throbbing erection at just her brushing touch. Nick pulled into a parking garage and drove to the darker lower levels. Refusing to wait for her stepson to find a parking spot, Maggie already had Nick's boxers and shorts pulled down under his ball sack and was stroking his engorged shaft.

What really took Nick by surprise was when they were near the lowest level, Maggie glanced at him with a devious smile and pulled her shirt off, revealing her one-piece bathing suit she had bought the day before. Untying the strap around the back of her neck, Nick quickly found a parking spot between two work vans in the back dark corner of the airport parking garage.

As he put it in park, he watched his stepmom's top that covered her breasts fall and her heavy round breasts shake before him. Her hand still pumping his shaft, Maggie smiled as her lips lowered to wrap around his cock, but Nick intercepted her lips and brought them up to meet his. Tasting her lips, Nick pushed his tongue inside of his mother's mouth and heard her coo and pleasant moan. One hand cupped the back of her neck underneath her hair and pulled her to his seat as his other hand slid down to her breast.

Maggie was half kneeling, half sitting before her son between the SUV seats. Her whole right-hand pumping vigorously on her stepson's shaft. Feeling him flex in her palm. Feeling the ooze of pre-cum on the tip of his cock when she stroked too high. Nick's hand palmed her fat breast, squeezing and mashing it into her chest. Her hard-long nipple was erect in the web of his hand between his thumb and forefinger. When he moaned into her mouth, licking the roof of her mouth, he slid his hand back, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Mmmahhh ah!" Maggie moaned as she kissed Nick harder and deeper. Her hand disappeared from his cock briefly as she repositioned herself. Maggie's hand fell upon Nick's enormous hand and guided it down between her thighs. The pair of shorts that she was wearing was there no more. Her hand was already pulling the elastic fabric of her bathing suit to the side that covered her crotch.

Nick's fingers circled her loose, drenched lips as his middle finger inches farther inside her more and more. "Mmm mmmm mmm!" Maggie cried out inside of Nick's mouth as he pushed his fingers deeper inside her. Her warm wet pussy clung to his finger with every fuck. Nick bit her lip as he fingered her firmly and quickly.

"Oh my god... ohhhh..." Maggie groaned as she broke the kiss. Her eyes closed as her head slowly tilted backwards as Nick pumped his finger in and out of her. "Ooohhhh god!"

His palm was smacking into her pussy lips and clit as he fucked up into her with his fingers. The slick juices leaked from her pussy, coating his palm. Her fingernails dug into the back of his neck as she pulled her face to his biceps. Her flexed muscle muted her screams as Nick felt her soft, thick thighs threaten to close on his hand. "I'm cumming!" She cried out as if being tortured and Nick pressed forward, pistoning his fingers in and out of his stepmother's pussy as her body tensed and her tits bounced until she collapsed and a relaxed mess on her stepson's arm.

Gasping for air, Maggie caught her breath as she immediately began to climb on top of Nick. It was chaotic and a mess of limbs as Nick scooted the chair all the way back and down while his stepmother straddled him. She managed to get between her stepson and the steering wheel having only honked the horn with her butt once.

Nick leaned the back of his chair backwards as Maggie giggled and cooed as she stood to kiss her son, then fed the rock-hard head of his cock to her dripping pussy lips. As his stepmother half stood over him, her heavy thick breast poured over onto Nick's face. He felt her hand pump strength into his shaft as his hands cupped both her breasts, mashing them together. Taking her nipples in his mouth one by one, he made long laps across her nipple, feeling how hard they were on his tongue.

The sighing moan she made as he sucked her tits turned into a yelping scream as she squatted on his thick pulsing head of his cock. Her head cocked to the side so the tips of her hair tickled Nick's forehead as he bit on her nipple. "Ahh... ahhh... oh, shiit..." Maggie cried as she teased the head of his cock. Her hips went around and around his head, dipping just low enough that he'd feel her warmth cover the head of his cock but nothing more.

The teasing became too much when Nick's hands slid down to her hips and his fingers dug in as he pressed her ass down and felt his cock slowly press inside his stepmother. "Ohhh goddd!"

Maggie's thighs flexed and fought Nick's hands that pulled her down. She'd lower an inch then popped back up. Her pussy was getting used to the girth of Nick's cock. But the overzealousness of Nick's desperate cock met her hesitation with thrusts upward, sending high-pitched screams from his stepmother's lips as her eyebrows went up.

Nick didn't care anymore; nothing could stop him. The build he felt in his shaft and his balls were too great. He had to cum. With his stepmother's tits bouncing in his face, he groaned as his fingers clasped her thick ass. Sensing his eruption, Maggie lifted off of her son's cock in a hurry and Nick felt the head of his cock flex, shooting spurts of cum up her ass crack and lower back.

While his cock still flexed into her ass, Maggie leaned down with her hands pressed on Nick's chest as she kissed him passionately. The kiss lingered for several minutes as they both caught their breath. Eventually, she lowered herself to his lap, then after attempting to clean some of her backside off she returned to her seat.

Nick feared the awkwardness that would follow, but his stepmother kept the conversation light, giggling at how big his cock was and saying how she didn't think she had ever came as hard as she had with him. Nick smiled and laughed as he drove them back to the hotel. They had only an hour before they were to check out. Maggie refuses to release Nick's hand, either. Her small hands cupped his bear of a palm and tickled his wrist.

It wasn't until he put the car into park that he realized he felt his shaft stir again under his shorts. Maggie's breasts were barely covered by her bathing suit and she had just caught him staring again.

"You know, your father isn't due to fly back home until the end of next week..." his stepmother suggested. "He wouldn't know if we stayed here for the rest of the weekend."

"But he said we had to go back to the house today," Nick worried.

"If I switch credit cards to the one I have in my name, he'll never know about it," Maggie said with a devious grin. "It could be our little secret vacation." Maggie curled in her seat towards her stepson. Her legs parting enough to let him see the moist spot on the crotch of her suit. "A whole weekend just to us."

Nick's imagination ran wild with the possibilities over the next two days alone in the hotel room with his stepmom. A smile to match the devious one on her lips came across Nick's face, and that was all the answer Maggie needed, apparently, because she launched into his lap again, releasing a long high-pitched coo as she kissed her stepson deeply.

Chapter seven

Maggie

Saturday seemed to have gone by nearly as fast as it had come. Maggie could not count the number of times she had came that day and night, but only knew she was absolutely intoxicated with Nick. Everything about him was something new she desired, now. The way he smiled, his natural smell and the way it mixed with spicy deodorant he wore. Even how little he spoke became a cuteness she obsessed about.

Maggie recalled being awkward when she was alone with Nick when he was younger. A listener herself, she always preferred the company of talkative men that she could tend to, or so she thought. That was the thinking that drove her to Jack in the first place and so many wrong-for-her boyfriends before him. But now she questioned if she had been choosing her men based on the wrong qualities for her entirely.

When they walked through the shopping mall that afternoon, when Jack would have been pointing at every kiosk complaining of how overpriced everything was, Nick silently watched and smiled at everyone who passed. His eyes caught on different clothing. When they grabbed a bite to eat in the food court, they chatted about his major and what he thought of doing after college. Nick still wasn't positive, but he had high hopes of giving it a go at powerlifting, if he was able to get big enough. Maggie was supportive.

They had woken early that morning because Saturdays were the start of his new cycle for his six days a week lifting schedule. The gym at the hotel was top-notch (one of the reasons Jack had selected this hotel), but even still there were not enough weight plates for Nick to do his squats and clean presses, and every machine Nick maxed out to do his workout. Maggie just giggled from the sidelines while she did her cardio at the faces of the other men and women in the gym. People would stop their workouts to stare and take video of Nick, and Nick's face would turn pink with embarrassment.

They ate dinner at a pleasant restaurant on the beach then went back to the hotel early. The number of times Nick came had to have been three or four times which was still only a fraction of the times Maggie had. She recalled waking him in a sweaty mess that they had made in the bed late at night and arousing his erection for the last time that night. Nick nearly said no he was so tired, but his stepmother's pussy lips were so slippery and warm he could not. Maggie simply told him to lay back and relax and she would take care of everything. When she had finally collapsed on his chest that night the sleep they had gotten was deep and long.

Nick even slept in longer than he meant to, he was so exhausted. Sunday morning started much the same as Saturday. Nick had another hard workout at the gym full of gawkers. When they returned to the hotel, though, Maggie heard Nick growl at a pain in his thigh. He sat on his couch, rubbing his thigh repeatedly.

"Cramp?" Maggie asked.

"Yeah, it's not bad but I want to stop it before it gets bad," Nick said.

"Here, let me," Maggie said as she went to her knees in front of him. His skin was still slick with sweat from his workout. Maggie found his feel on her palms as she rubbed up his thighs and back down to be warm and his manly body odor to be arousing. For minutes on end, she pressed his quads up and down all the while a hooked smile on her lips hung over his stirring crotch and her full tits jiggled in front of him.

When she felt the hard, thickly muscled legs of her son relax, Maggie's hands changed to a more tender rub and they moved down to the inside of his thighs disappearing into the leg holes of his athletic shorts. Before long, his shorts were pulled down and her lips had erected his long, hard shaft. A devious smile came over Maggie's lips as it did when she had the best of ideas.

Still stroking her stepson's cock with one hand, she dug in her purse beside the couch and removed her cellphone. With one hand she unlocked it and swiped through her apps.

"What are you doing?" Nick asked.

"Here," Maggie handed him the phone with the recording app already open. "Video me sucking your cock."

Nick smiled and laughed, a pink hue coming to his cheeks. "Why?"

"So when you head back to school tomorrow I have something to remember this weekend by."

"Won't... what if my dad-"

"I'll hide the video, plus he never uses my phone, only my laptop sometimes, but rarely."

Reluctantly, Nick held the camera over his cock in his lap as Maggie smiled and her eyes lit up. The crown of his cock slipped between her lips and she hummed a growl of approval as she slid her lips up and down his shaft. Feeling his cock hit the back of her throat, she gagged and gargled on his cock as it pulled out and pushed back in.

Something about being videoed turned her on even more so. She let no one record her before but found great excitement in the action. It made her want to gag herself longer on him. It made her want to moan like a whore. She wanted his cum. She wanted his groaning orgasm, and when he did finally cum, she sucked his shaft and pumped it until it was dry.

"Mmmm..." wiping her lips dry, Maggie took the phone from Nick, stopping the video. "That was so hot. I'm going to watch that all week."

Nick leaned back, taking a deep breath and composing himself. "That was a nice massage I got, is it my turn to give you one?"

"You can't give massages..." Maggie tossed her phone back in her purse.

"Sure I can, I'm a great masseuse," Nick protested.

Maggie laughed, "okay, you can't give a massage without it turning into you fucking me."

"Is that a challenge?" Nick raised an eyebrow. "I'll prove my professionalism."

Maggie smiled, "later tonight you can. But right now the beach is calling. Come on change into your suit, you need some sun!"

Within five minutes, the pair of them had their swimsuits on and were lying on the beach. They did not know how long they were there, but they stayed until the sun dipped in the sky. Alternating between laying and cuddling on the beach and taking a dip in the ocean.

They didn't receive many odd looks. After all, no one knew she was his stepmother. Often she was told Maggie looked young for her age. Early 30s was the most common answer. But even still, that meant there looked to be a 15 year difference between the two of them. Nick didn't seem to mind so Maggie didn't either.

After several hours, they made their way back to the hotel for Nick's promised massage. Nick had stopped in a gift shop near the beach to pick up supplies he said he needed. Maggie laughed and Nick chased her inside the hotel room, scooping her up with ease and tossing her on the bed.

Laughing, Maggie held up her hands, "wait wait wait! I have to use the bathroom first!"

"What? That's what the ocean is there for!" Nick smiled.

"Gross." Out of habit, Maggie grabbed her purse which she had left in the hotel room and took it into the bathroom with her. As she changed out of her bathing suit she found her cellphone in her purse to see if she had any messages and she did.

Jack

'15 Missed calls'

Jack

'New Text Message'

Maggie's heart caught in her chest just as the air caught in her throat. This was it. He found out about them somehow, she knew it. She froze, staring at the screen but unable to read the text message that awaited her.

Chapter eight

Maggie

The text from her husband was sent just after noon. That wasn't long after I had Nick take that video on my phone. He couldn't have seen it could he have? Could I have accidentally sent it to him? How could someone even accidentally send it to anyone? I haven't even messaged anyone!

Hiding in the bathroom, Maggie took a deep breath and unlocked her phone, clicking on the text message. It was as terrible as she had thought it could be.

Jack

'YOU FUCKING SLUT! ANSWER THE GODDAM FUCKING PHONE! YOU THINK I DON'T HAVE THE PASSWORD TO YOUR LAPTOP. I HAVE EVERYTHING! I KNOW EVERYTHING! YOU CHEAT ON ME WITH MY OWN FUCKING SON! I WILL KILL YOU BOTH!'

Maggie covered her mouth with one hand as she tried to stop her yelping tears. Sitting on the toilet seat, she suddenly felt faint. Like she would pass out at any moment.

What have I done?

How did he find out? I didn't email it to myself, but he said he got it on my computer. How did the video get on my laptop already? The cloud! The fucking cloud. As soon as I took the video on my phone it connected to my laptop! Fucking stupid Maggie. You're so stupid!

There was a curious knock on the bathroom door. "Maggie? You okay in there?" Nick asked.

Maggie took a gulp of air and breathed out a steady breath before responding in an even tone, "yes, I'll be right there."

"Alrighty."

I can't tell him. I won't tell him. I can't do that to Nick. My god, what have I done!? This is all my fault. I've ruined a boy's life with my problems. Nick is going to be petrified when he finds out his father knows about us.

Maggie caught herself on the verge of hyperventilating as she panted. She clasped her hands over her chest and forced herself to take long breaths and exhale them slowly, if shakily. Maggie knew she had to calm down and think rationally. She had been getting beaten up by her husband for years and, to be honest, she was used to it. It was a way of life for her by now. Sure, this beating might be worse but it would be nothing she couldn't handle. He had threatened to kill her many times, but did not believe he would actually do it. It would be up to her to calm Jack down and convince her it was her fault and none of the blame could be put on Nick.

Perhaps Nick would not even need to know about it in the end. If he goes back to school immediately, perhaps the worst of it she could deal with and in a year's time when he returns all would be forgotten? Maybe forgiven?

Maggie stood and looked in the mirror. She sniffled her stuffy nose clear and went to work with some water and tissue paper cleaning up the tears and emotion from her face.

I won't tell Nick about it. When we return tomorrow to Atlanta, I'll have him head out right away back to school and I'll deal with Jack.

With a deep breath and a sigh, she practiced making smiles in the mirror and various faces to make sure she could do it naturally without showing her concern. Opening the door, she went out to the bedroom and saw all the lights turned off except two warm lamps that had been moved away from the bed. Nick had a bottle of massage oil he had bought at a convenience shop this morning. Nick stood beside the bed with all the covers removed as were his shorts and shirt. He smiled rubbing massage oil in his hands wearing only his boxers.

"You ready for your massage?" He asked.

"Of course I am!" Maggie replied with a convincing smile and cheering voice.

Chapter nine

Nick

Nick's hands and most of his body at this point were still covered in the warm, slippery massage oil. Maggie's entire body was coated in its he moved to lie behind his stepmother in the bed. If it was on their beds, they probably would have taken a shower right then, but since it was a hotel, Maggie scooted her butt back against Nick's naked and limp shaft as he wrapped his arm around her side.

Nick had given his stepmother a deep massage from her toes to her neck. Every muscle was worked and loosened. He even stayed true to his word and remained professional even as his hands brushed over her sex and breasts. Though, his fingers lingered at her clit and her nipples were tweaked a bit. Mostly professional. It was those touches that probably stirred her unprofessionalism as a customer.

When Nick was in the finishing stages of his massage and Maggie laid on her stomach in complete relaxation, Maggie reached for Nick's member, unable to resist anymore as he could not stop himself either. Stroking his shaft, she immediately fed it into her eager, wet lips. With a tongue coated in warmth and moisture she consumed his shaft while rubbing her hands about his body and legs, refusing to relent until he came hard inside her mouth. Looking down on his stepmother as she swallowed his sperm, he couldn't remember ever feeling this way after having come with any other women.

Now, curled up with his stepmother along her backside, he wanted nothing more than to spoon her as tightly as possible and as long as possible. Maggie hummed a smile as she leaned her head back in the crook of Nick's neck and cooed when he kissed and sucked on the side of her throat. He loved hearing her deep sighs of relaxation and slight moans of arousal, so he continued his soft kisses around her neck. Brushing her hair to the side and up, Nick gave her a light kiss on the only bruise that remained on her skin.

It was strange seeing the bruise. It still caused a flash of anger inside him, but it also started a surreal experience of Nick grasping it was his stepmother's neck he was kissing, her ass that ground on his crotch. That very well last week and every day for the past several years, it was his father who could have been kissing her neck, fingering her pussy, and having sex with her. It was a gross thought that overtook him, but at the same time, there was a juvenile and primal feeling of dominance that came with it. Like he had become his stepmother's alpha.

The massage he gave continued as his hands gently went up her center and, feeling her relaxed, oversized breasts swallow his arm up on either side, his fingertips whisking the side of her chin before sinking around her throat and clasping her neck. Maggie squirmed a high pitch note of approval as she sighed. Turning her head to the side, and kissed Nick deeply and passionately.

It was as if in that moment Nick and his mother had merged into one as they let the kiss linger and their legs intertwined. Nick felt Maggie's hand reach over behind his head and comb through his hair as they kissed, and he never wanted the moment to end. He didn't want to have to think about tomorrow when they had the long drive back to their house and the reality of the complicated life they had created. He didn't want to let go and remember his father is a domestic abuser or just as bad, his mother refused to do anything about it. He wanted that moment to last a lifetime and felt as though it might.

At some point during their tender kissing, their kiss changed. They became deeper and more passionate. More purposeful. Maggie felt it too because she released the softest moans as he held her throat firmly in place as she ground her ass back against his stirring shaft. The more she brushed her plump ass cheeks against Nick's shaft the harder he became, and she knew it.

Maggie's hand fell from the back of Nick's head to the side of his ass, holding him in place while she rubbed herself aggressively back on him. The kiss broke when he began to flex his rejuvenated shaft against her backside. Maggie gasped and groaned a moan of utter intoxication of the arousing moment.

The way Maggie's body moved it made just enough room for the head of his shaft to prod and push between her ass cheeks. "Ahh mmm..." she cried in a hum of frustration.

Nick's hot breath coated His stepmother's lips as he panted then her neck as she groaned. He kissed below her ear, sucking tenderly as he felt the head of his cock swell harder than it ever had before as it pressed on her anus repeatedly. "Nnng ahhh!" Maggie's frustration and pleasure swirled together and became too much for handle. Grabbing the bottle of massage oil from the nightstand beside her and squirting a handful in her hand.

Feeling her hand of warm oil grip his shaft and work the length of his cock made Nick growl as he flexed in her palm. Maggie moves his shaft aside long enough to spread the oil over her anus and ass. Looking down in the low light Nick could see her sleek fat ass cheek glowing as it glistened.

"Ah mmm," Nick groaned in Maggie's ear as he felt his radiating cock press on her anus and slide closer, slowly, to opening her ass cheeks for him. Maggie worked her ass in long oblongs, circling the head of his cock in an insatiable tease.

Grabbing the back of Nick's head, she pulled him in for another deep kiss then whimpered, beggingly, "please, fuck my ass. Please, Nick. I want you to be my first." She panted like a bitch in heat and bit her lip. "I want your cock inside- I need your cock inside my ass... ugh!"

Holding his mother's gaze, Nick slid his hand down to the meat of her hips and held her trembling ass in place as he slowly pressed forward. It took a few times of him pushing before he felt her anus widen and start to envelop the thick head of his cock.

"Ahh ahhh! Yess!" Maggie winced, clenching her eyes shut as she smacked the mattress in front of her. Her ass felt warm and tight around the tip of his cock. When he finally felt his entire head pop inside her ass Maggie screamed. "Ahhhohhhmmm!"

Her hand was a constant confusion of signals. Grabbing at his hip to pull him deeper, pushing him away... Nick saw her jittery ass shake as he held his cock where it was. Sliding his palm up her center, Nick cupped her thick, warm breast. They felt so soft in his touch. Kissing the back of his mother's neck while he massages and groped her breast, he slowly pulled out and pressed back in again. "Ah! Oh god..." Maggie's yelps quickly became begging, high-pitched moans as he pressed her back tight against his chest.

Pinching her nipple while he slowly inched more inside her, Maggie's head lulled about as the pleasure overtook her, "oh my god... oh my god, I can't... Don't stop, don't- ohmmm!"

Maggie filled her hand again with massage oil and pushed her hand between them. Feeding his shaft into her asshole, she lathered his cock and allowed him to slide in even deeper. Nick groaned a deep moan but Maggie screamed.

"Oh my god, yes!" she cried out. Watching his stepmother lay in a constant state of euphoria was the sexiest thing Nick had ever seen. The only thing keeping him from orgasming inside her right then was the slow pace they were going at.

Making long, steady thrusts in and out of her anus, Maggie's moans became guttural and wild. She chewed on the pillow in front of her as Nick pinched her nipple, twisting it. He could sense how close she was.

Pulling her lips to his, he kissed her hard and felt her teeth bite his lower lip like the animal she had become. The animal he had made her. His pace quickened slightly and Maggie stopped kissing. She stopped breathing and moving. Laying paralyzed and O faced, her eyes rolled back in her head as Nick groaned as he felt her ass clamp down on his shaft.

The convulsion that overtook her body made her tits bounce wildly in front of her, smacking each other and her chin as the orgasm seemed to last forever.

"Ahhhh god! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she screamed.

Nick shoved his hand between her clamped thighs and forced his fingers on to her clit. His sweaty, well-oiled fingers splashed wild circles of friction on her clit that ignited a stiff shutter through her body. Nick's breath turned to a pant as he humped her ass faster, feeling her anus relax enough to pump deeper inside his mother's asshole.

"Jesus Christ! Yes yes, don't stop oh god..." the oiled and sweaty tips of Maggie's hair flipped around as she looked back at her son. Their eyes locked and lips inches apart. Nick hardly recognized his meek shy stepmother behind the stern, angled eyes that she gave him now. "That's- oh fuck- yeah, fuck my ass, fuck my ass. Fuck your mother's fucking ass, baby! Ohhhhhh godddd!"

Maggie looked to the heavens as she gasped for air. Her tits clapped in front of her as her body became her stepson's. Nick gritted his teeth as he fucked her ass. His cock slid inside her with ease as his fingers vibrated on her clitoris.

"Oh fuck fuckfuckfuck! I'm cumming! ohgodddd!" Maggie's thighs clapped together and her body contorted as a gush of juices poured from her pussy and she squirted down the bed. "Jesus Christ I- I- ahhhh!" Her scream pierced his ears and ignited the uncontrollable spasm in Nick's thick, long shaft. Groaning into the back of his shoulder, he pumped spurts of hot cum inside his stepmother's ass.

The orgasm struck them both severely, the two laid panting in silence for minutes. Nick's lips lightly kissed his stepmother's sweaty back as he panted. He saw black spots in his vision as he tried to center himself. Maggie trembled, clutching the sheet of the bed as her moans continued to rise and fall like the orgasm she felt refused to leave her.

When enough time had passed that Maggie could take a breath without crying out. She turned around in haste and pulled herself into the broad shoulders of Nick into a tight hug. Her lips met Nick's as he kissed her hard. Her moans began all over again, crying out in a hum inside Nick's mouth. Her thigh wrapped around his leg as Nick's fingers pressed into her hair.

And Nick thought in that moment, intertwined with his step mom's naked body, I could die right now a happy man.