A Step-Mother's Revenge

A Step-Mother's Revenge

By Ghostwalker

(With input by TheIrishLass)

This story is like many others out there... or maybe not. You decide.

It started before I was even born. In fact, it started before I was even a 'twinkle in someone's eyes' as the old saying goes. My mom and dad were neighbors in a rural area of the South-west... that is if you consider the person living 20 minutes away your neighbor. Their parents, my grandparents, did everything together; picnics, bar-b-ques, vacations, you name it. So, it only seemed natural that my mom and dad were close. Close enough to share many 'firsts' together; a first date, a first dance, a first kiss, and... well, you get the picture so it wasn't too surprising when they announced they were expecting their first baby... me.

Mom was 18 at the time and dad was 19. He'd graduated from high school and would be attending a local college for horticulture, no surprise there, so there was a small 'shot-gun' wedding and mom moved in with my dad's parents. She, instantly, fell into the daily routine and seemed to enjoy the life that she and my dad were building. By the time I was 3, they had saved enough money that they were able to build a small, but very comfortable, house on a section of land that my grandparents had given them as a Wedding present.

Everything seemed perfect until I turned five. That's when Mom disappeared. Dad, my grandparents, my extended family, the local sheriff, the state police, and even the FBI got involved in the search for her. Three days after she disappeared they found her car in a ditch about 40 miles away. Her purse, the car keys, and even the groceries she'd gone to pick up were still in the car... everything EXCEPT my mom. They continued the search for almost 3 weeks before they slowly pulled their staff to other cases but Dad never gave up, he continued to follow up on 'supposed sightings' and 'possible leads' for years.

Time slowly moved on but Dad stayed single saying my mom was his 'one true love'. It wasn't until just after my 15th birthday that things started to get really 'tense' in the family. That's when both sets of my grandparents started pressuring my dad to remarry, insisting that I needed a mother. At first, my dad resisted but over time he gave in and started dating. Nothing serious of course, that is until he started dating my mom's sister, Alison. Suddenly the whole family was 'up in arms' again saying how he couldn't date her and how wrong it was. The problem was, the more they told him he couldn't the more he, or rather they, did. You see, Alison was kind of the 'wild child' of the family. She'd gone off to college on the West Coast, gotten in trouble with the police (though nothing was ever said about what kind of trouble), and been somewhat forced to come home. In other words, she was almost the total opposite of my mom in every way.

'Ali' stood 5 feet, 9 inches tall while my mom had stood only 5-foot, 3 inches. Ali's hair was the color of wheat in the Fall while my mom's was a soft, almost mousy, brown and Ali's eyes were dark-blue like a deep pond while my mom's had been charcoal gray. But the biggest differences between the two were their bodies, their age, and well... Mom had been slender almost to the point of being 'boyish' while Ali's body was full and curved and Mom had only been 2 years younger than Dad, Ali was 11 years younger which only made her only 5 years older than me. The final difference was their 'sexual appetite' shall I call it. Mom had always been, or at least seemed, to be much more reserved when it came to the 'relations' between her and my dad... not so with Ali. It was nothing unusual to hear the headboard slamming against the wall that separated our rooms several times a week or to hear her moaning or crying out. Another difference was that, except in the bedroom, my father treated her more like a daughter than a wife. No hugging, no kissing in public, nothing.

To say it was a 'challenge' for a 15-year-old, whose hormones were constantly raging, would be an understatement. More than once I found myself fantasizing about her... and me. I dreamed about what it would be like to feel her lips against mine, her body pressed against me, and... I don't think I need to say anything more about that at the moment.

Maybe because were so close in age or maybe because we shared so many of the same interests Ali and I bonded quickly and, to be honest, I found it hard to call her 'mom'. She was always very loving and caring towards me but after a few months, I could feel there was something missing between her and my dad.

It wasn't until just after my 18th birthday that my dad announced he was filing for divorce. That night he called Ali and me into the living room. He admitted that although he cared a great deal for her, my mom was still his 'only true love' and being around everything that they'd built together was too much for him so he was moving to the East Coast for a new start.

Ali was devastated. Her face turned a pasty-white and tears ran from her eyes like a leaky faucet. Other than that she sat totally speechless.

I can't say the same for myself. "WHAT THE FUCK?! You raised me, married her, and now you're gonna leave both of us?! THAT'S A BUNCH OF BULLSHIT!!"

"I'm still your father, young man!"

"REALLY? You're not acting like it right now. All I see in front of me is someone who's about to cut and run."

Dad fell silent as he seemed to think about what I'd just said before looking at me and replying, "Maybe you're right. Maybe I am running away but," he paused, "I just can't do this anymore. I loved your mother more than anybody else in the world. When she disappeared my life ended too. Sure I kept going but that was because of her. I knew she'd expect me to take care of you and move on in life but now that you're 18 the law considers you 'a man' so my part is over."

"So what are we supposed to do?"

"Here," he answered, in a pathetic whisper as he handed me a packet of papers.

"What's this?" I asked, angrily.

"Everything. The property, the house, the savings account except the little bit I took out, everything that I own. It's all yours."

"And what about Ali?!"

He didn't say a word as his eyes dropped to the floor and he headed to the front door.

"You really are a son-of-a-bitch!" I yelled as he walked out, silently closing the door behind himself.

It was only then that I looked at Ali. She was staring straight ahead a lost, forsaken, and empty look in her eyes. I knew, instantly, that the plans I'd been thinking about to go to college that Fall would have to be put off, at least temporarily.

For the next several weeks, I watched as she slowly 'dwindled'. The sparkle in her eyes disappeared and her happy-go-lucky personality was replaced by something dark and depressing.

I tried everything I could think of to brighten her mood but nothing seemed to work. It wasn't until I overheard her talking to a friend that began to realize what part of the problem was.

"... I know, Kelly. I shouldn't feel this way. But..." she hesitated. "Listen, Jake knew everything and I mean EVERYTHING. He knew about my life in L. A. He knew I'd been arrested and that I'd been a 'party girl' but none of that mattered. He gave me everything I needed. I mean he was fucking me two and three times a week, and sometimes a lot more, but now... nothing. I feel 'empty' inside. I'm so fucking frustrated and the only one here is Kyle."

I could vaguely hear the other person on the phone say something but was surprised by Ali's reaction.

"KELLY!!! He's my step-son for god sake. There's no way I could do anything like that. Besides I'm sure he has plenty of girls in school that would love the opportunity to fuck him so why in the world would he want to have anything to do with me?"

I heard the other person talking again and watched as Ali's cheeks reddened.

"I think I better go. No, you didn't get me upset but the idea of Kyle and I..." she left the rest unsaid.

"I'll talk to you later this week. Bye." And then she hung up.

An idea slowly began to form in my head as I silently moved away a few feet and made a point of calling out before coming closer. "Hey, Ali. I was thinking of taking a trip to town to see a movie tonight. You wanna come too?"

She was still sitting at the kitchen table when I rounded the corner.

"I dunno," she replied. "What about your friends?"

"They're all getting ready for a big 4th of July bash."

"What about you? Aren't you planning on going?"

"Nah. I was seeing Jenny for a while but she's hanging around with Tim since they're both going to the same college in the Fall."

"I thought you were going too?" she asked as she gave me a questioning look.

"Yeah, well, that kinda changed when 'the asshole' left."

"KYLE," she said, reproachingly, "He's still your father."

"He may have been responsible for my birth but after what he just did to yo..." I faltered, "... us. He's no father of mine."

She didn't say a thing for a few moments. "We'll see," she finally replied. "Now, I need to get back to cleaning up and getting rid of a few things your da... 'the asshole'," she giggled, "left behind... and if I remember you need to finish with the barn and work shed."

"Okay. It's a date," I blushed, "I mean, a deal," I yelled over my shoulder as I almost ran out the door.

I don't think I've ever cleaned the barn and straightened the work shed so fast in my life. "Where's my beautiful step-mom?" I yelled out as I entered the back door.

"Up here," she replied from her bedroom. "Get washed up and dressed. I figured if we're gonna go to a movie we might as well make a night of it and go out to dinner too."

My heart skipped a beat as I thought of just the two of us spending time together doing something as intimate as a dinner out. I took the stairs two at a time and quickly jumped in the shower. Afterward, I shaved (for the second time that day), put on a little aftershave, and got dressed in a gray button-down shirt, black dockers, and my best 'Cowboy boots' before I headed downstairs to the living room to wait for her.

A few moments later, I heard her coming down the stairs. I turned planning on jokingly saying something about her taking so long but froze in place, my mouth hanging slightly open.

She was dressed in an asymmetric white blouse that hung down below her waist and covered her left shoulder almost to the base of her neck while leaving her neck and shoulder on the right side completely bare. The sides were held together with an 'X' pattern of lacing leaving it partially open and exposing the slightest hint of a deep-pink bra. Under that, she wore a knee-length, charcoal skirt with a slit up the right side that revealed her long, toned leg. A 4-inch wide suede belt encircled her waist highlighting her curves while a pair of black 'Cowgirl' boots added to the allure. To top it off, she wore gold hoop earrings and a gold necklace that hung down under the blouse and I imagined into the cleavage of her breasts.

"Ready when you are," she said, non-nonchalantly.

"Yeah... sure," I stammered as I opened the door for her.

"Such a gentleman," she chuckled.

It was lucky she had no idea what I was thinking at the moment which was anything but 'gentlemanly'.

When I held the car door open for her I was shocked to see that she was also wearing a pair of stockings and a garter belt. My cock lurched at the sight and I had to fumble with the front of my pants to get it settled as I moved around to the driver's side of the car and got in.

"Is everything okay?" she asked.

"Yeah fine," I mumbled.

"If you don't wanna do this we don't have to."

I quickly started the car and began driving away before replying, "Too late now."

For the better part of the next hour, we drove and talked, and drove some more before she pointed out a restaurant and told me to pull in.

"Why here?"

"I didn't feel like anybody seeing us going out like this... you know how people talk."

"Yeah, I understand," I answered as I pulled into the parking lot. Once I'd stopped the car I came around to her side and and held the door again, hoping for another glimpse of her stocking-clad legs.

She twisted slightly in her seat causing the material of her skirt to pull up not only revealing the stockings and garter belt but the slightest glimpse of a pair of deep-pink panties. I thought for certain she was going to be upset when she caught me gazing at her legs but instead, she smiled. "So, you like what you see?" she asked.

"I'd have to be blind or dead not to," I blurted out.

"Well, I'm glad you're neither of those," she said in a low, sensuous chuckle.

I felt my cock harden again as I blushed a deep shade of red.

She laughed, light-heartedly, as she slipped her arm in mine and led us into the restaurant. "I'm starving."

I ordered a medium-rare steak and a tossed salad with the house dressing. A small loaf of homemade bread and whipped butter was already sitting at our table.

"I'll take the same and... ummmmm... a glass of red wine. Would you like something to drink? After all, you're old enough now. (This was before the drinking age was changed to 21.)

"I'm driving remember?" I teased.

"In that case, I'll take two glasses of wine," she chuckled.

When her wine came I watched as she sensuously brought the glass to her lips and sipped on it. I barely stifled a groan that came from deep in my chest.

Sip-by-sip her wine disappeared and bit-by-bit she loosened up and I saw the old Ali return. By the time the meal was over she was laughing and joking and even being a bit flirtatious.

"We better get going if we're going to make it back to town to see the movie."

She pouted and replied with a slight slur, "I don't feel like goin' to a movie anymore. 'ave you ever been to a Honky-Tonk?"

"A couple of times," I lied since I'd only been to one once.

"We pashed one on 'da way 'ere. What da you say 'bout taking an ol' lady dancin'?"

I hesitated before answering. "I'd love to but I should warn you I don't dance very well."

"Don' worry 'bout 'dat."

The bar was like many others in the area; dimly lit with a blaze of neon lights advertising beer and various alcohols, a long bar with a cigarette-scarred wooden top and stools, over a dozen tables and chairs scattered around a dance floor, and, in this case, a live band playing Country or Rock and Roll songs. We easily found a table and I'd barely had a chance to sit down before she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the dance floor.

"Let's dance."

I soon found myself moving and swaying to the music as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

Nothing, and nobody, else seemed to matter. We held each other as we danced to fast songs, slow songs, and sensuous, romantic songs and through it all, I felt my cock getting harder and harder.

"I need to go to the bathroom," I muttered.

"Why?" she asked, her eyes ablaze. "'cuz of dis?" she continued as she slid her hand down between us and rubbed the front of my pants.

"Ali!" I exclaimed as I pulled away.

"I think it's kinda cute," she muttered.

"Just what every guy wants to hear," I sighed as I turned and went to the bathroom. When I came back I found a guy all dressed up as if were a cowboy talking to Ali. The pressed shirt, barely faded jeans, and polished boots told me he was anything but what he was pretending to be.

"Come on, baby. I can do a lot better than that little boy you're with."

"I said 'No'," she replied, all traces of the slur I'd heard earlier now gone.

"You have no idea what you're missing," the stranger persisted.

"But I know what you're going to be missing," I said.

The stranger spun around, his fist pulled back as if he was going to try and hit me but I was quicker and grabbed the front of his pants squeezing as hard as I could.

"MOTHER FUCK!!!" he screamed as he collapsed to the floor.

Several other men, obviously friends of the fallen stranger, started towards me only to be blocked by the bartender and bouncer.

"Now, now, fellas. Is he really worth it?" the bartender asked looking at the guy withering on the floor.

The men continued to glare at Ali and me before one of them grunted, "I guess not."

"I think we better leave," I whispered as I took Ali's hand and led her towards the door into the parking lot.

The bartender simply nodded as we left.

The ride home was deathly quiet as we both thought about what had happened and we barely said a word to each other when we got home, instead heading to our own rooms.

Several hours later, I woke to the sound of soft moaning coming from her room. Ever so quietly, I tip-toed to her doorway.

Ali was stretched out on her bed, the covers pushed off, her nude body bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. Her hair was spread across her pillow like a halo and her eyes were shut as her hands moved across her body.

"Mmmmmmmm... so good," she moaned. "Need you so bad. Ohhhhhhh... yessssssss," she hissed as a hand gently cupped her breast, kneading it; first squeezing and twisting it, then pulling and tugging on her nipple. "Ohmigod... feels so good. Ahhhhhhhhh... ahhhhhhhhh... ahhhhhhh..." she said over and over. "That's it... play with my tits. Yessssss, I love the feel of your hands on me. Lick my nipple," she groaned as pulled her breast upwards.

Though I'd seen pictures of a woman's breast in different men's magazines hers seemed huge as the moonlight glimmered on it and I was amazed when she was able to not only lick her nipples but suck them into her mouth.

"Yes, yes, ohhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned as she teased the nerve-filled nub. "So fucking good. So fucking horny. Mmmmmmm... need more, baby. That's right... lower... lower," she whispered as her hand ran across her stomach and over the flaxen-colored hair above her 'holy-of-holies'.

"Fucckkkkkkkkk," she sighed as her hand delved between the junction of her legs. Instinctively, she spread her legs wider.

Almost, instantly, I smelled the intoxicating, musky aroma of her womanhood.

"So fucking wet... arrgghhhhhhhhh," she moaned as she arched her back. "Do it... ohhhhhhhh... do it. Fuck me with your fingers. Push them deep inside of me. Owwwwwwww, so goooooddddd. More, more," she croaked.

I have no idea how but I suddenly found myself standing at the end of her bed my bare cock in my hand. What I do remember was my hand slowly running up the length of my shaft, teasing the nerve bed under the head before sliding back down. I watched in amazement as two of her fingers slid inside her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh... yesssssssss. Need this. Need to feel you," she muttered as her fingers slid in and out of her wet tunnel. "My clit... my clit," she moaned as I watched her take her thumb and gently rub it across the hypersensitive bundle. "Shhhhhhhhhhh. That feels so good. That's it... just like that. Slide your fingers in and out. Owwwwwwww... yesssssssss. So gooooddddddd," she hissed as her body trembled. "Oh god... oh god... I can't believe this. Ohhhhhhh... I can feel... owwwwwww... I'm cumming!! You're making me cum!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Look at me! Look at what you're doing to me. Pump your fingers in me... faster... faster... arrgghhhhhhh. Almost there, baby... almost. Ohhhhhh... Kyle... harder... ohhhhhhhhhhh... I'm... FUCK... CUMMMMIIINGGGGGGG!" she screamed.

At the same time, I felt my cock jump and my cum spew from the tip into the palm that I'd quickly placed over it. "Shittttttttt," I groaned.

Her body continued to bounce and thrash on the mattress until with one final tremble she collapsed. Her breathing was fast and irregular and the moonlight reflected off the sweat and womanly juice that now covered her body and inner thighs. "Yesssssss," I heard her mumble as I silently slipped from her room.

What I didn't know was that she was awake and had known I was there almost since I'd stepped into the room. A small, mischievous smile formed on her lips as she thought, "Maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be so bad."

It wasn't until I was in the bathroom cleaning up that I suddenly recalled her last words. "Did she just call out my name as she was cumming?"

After that things seemed to change. I spent more time around the ranch helping, and Ali seemed to smile more. The sparkle returned to her eyes and she started taking care of herself again including wearing a touch of make-up even when it was just her and I. She also became more flirtatious and occasionally brushed up against me as we were working or passing each other.

Being a typical male, I thought it was because I was helping more and complementing her as often as I could... little did I know.

The first indication I had that things were far out of my control was one night when we were about to go to sleep. As usual, we wrapped our arms around each other and gave each other a gentle hug with a "Good night" thrown in for good measure. But that night instead of the usual peek on the cheek she leaned in close and pressed her lips to mine as her tongue 'accidentally' ran across my lips.

Stunned, excited, overwhelmed... all of these words fit the moment but all I could say was, "WOW!" when we separated.

She blushed and quickly pulled away. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me," she mumbled as she rushed up the stairs and into her bedroom.

What I couldn't see was the smile on her face as she licked her lips, ever so seductively. "Mmmmmmm... he's not a bad kisser," she said to herself as she felt a tingle between her legs.

That night I once again heard her moans of pleasure. "Fuck me... ohhhhhhhhh... deeper... do it... ohmigod... fuck me... fill me... ohmigod... ohmigod... fill me... KYLE... AIIEEEEEEEE." The sound of her voice seemed to vibrate throughout the house and torment me as I remembered the sight of her nude body.

I barely slept that night and the next morning I felt like I'd been run over by a truck. I must have looked at it too because the moment Ali came into the kitchen she asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I just didn't sleep well last night."

"I know what you're talking about. I didn't sleep too well last night either. I... I know this is gonna sound crazy but I miss your dad."

"What?! After what he did to you? After the way he left us and ran off like he did?"

"I guess I better explain," she continued as she sat down at the kitchen table. "I don't miss him that way. I... ahhhhhhh... miss him in other ways."

"Other ways?" I asked, pretending I didn't know what she was talking about.

"Don't give me that bull shit," she teased. "I know damn well that you've heard me in my bedroom a few times AND I know," she paused, "that you watched me one night."

"I... ahhhhh... I... I thought that something was wrong," I stuttered.

"And when you saw that I was okay?" She left the rest unsaid a knowing look on her face.

"I... fuck," I mumbled. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," she said matter-of-factly. "I knew you were there and I WANTED you to see me. I wanted you to know that I feel that way about you sometimes. If you wanna know the whole truth, there were times even before your father left that I'd fantasize about you... even when your father was the one fucking me."

"I... I don't understand," I muttered as I stood there like a deer in a set of headlights, the word FUCK echoing through my mind.

"Well, I'll show you then," she purred as she placed her hands on either side of my face and pressed her lips to mine. Not a 'motherly' kiss but one filled with passion, longing, and desire. Her lips were soft and full and I could taste the strawberry lip gloss she used. Her tongue slid across my lips probing for an opening as she took my hand in hers and pressed it to her breast. I gasped in surprise only to feel her tongue slip into my mouth and begin to explore the recesses. Instinctively, my tongue began to twist and twirl around hers in a battle as old as time.

If the world had ended at that moment I would have been the happiest guy that ever existed.

"Wow!!" I exhaled when she removed her lips from mine.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," she chuckled as she slowly unbuttoned her top and slid it from her shoulders.

This time, I honestly think, my mouth hung open as she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra letting it fall to the floor on top of her shirt.

"You like?" she whispered, seductively, as she cupped her breasts, taking a nipple between her forefingers and thumbs and squeezing them.

"I... ahhhhhh..." I stammered.

She chuckled as she released her breasts and took my hands in hers drawing them to the tear-drop-shaped orbs. My cock hardened instantly.

"Play with them," she whispered.

My mind raced as I gently palmed her breasts. They were soft, yet firm, and when I squeezed them they reminded me of bread dough except that they always returned to their original shape. They were far larger than those I'd seen in the magazines. In fact, my hands were barely able to cup them entirely and the valley between them made me think of the Grand Canyon for some crazy reason. And her nipples... ohmigod!!! They were HUGE. They were at least twice the size of a grade-school eraser and the area around them was encircled by 'goosebumps' that divided it from her actual tit. The area around her nipples was also a much darker shade of tan than the tawny brown of her sun-tanned skin.

Instinctively, I cupped the orbs, squeezing and fondling them while listening to her soft moans as she told me what she liked.

"That's it, baby. Squeeze my tits. Ohhhhhhhhhh... so nice. Now play with my nipples. Roll them between your thumb and forefinger. Yessssss," she hissed as she arched her back pressing herself against me. "Harder. Pinch them... ohhhhhhhh... I've missed this so much. Now, pull on them. That's it. Harder... pull harder."

Of course, I did exactly as she told me. What I hadn't expected was how hard my cock was getting. I could feel it pressing against the front of my pants causing a sizable lump to strain the material. I never even thought about what I was doing as I leaned forward to take a nipple between my lips only to have her suddenly pull away.

"Getting a bit carried away there, don't you think?"

I didn't know what to say as I stood there and watched her bend over and scoop up her bra and shirt before turning away from me.

"Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes," she called over her shoulder... and that was it. 'Poof'. All over.

My cock actually hurt when I pressed down on it and tried to reposition it in my pants. What I wanted to do was go back to my room and jerk off while the sight of her tits was still fresh in my mind. Instead, I took a seat at the kitchen table and watched as she moved around the stove and refrigerator making us a breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast with jelly, and orange juice. (I usually prefer tea but that morning I didn't care.)

When she brought everything to the table, I could tell she wasn't wearing the bra, and her shirt was tied under her bust rather than being buttoned.

"So what should we do today?" she asked, innocently.

All kinds of lewd ideas popped into my mind but, for some unknown reason, I replied, "Maybe we should check the fence-line. It hasn't been done in a couple of weeks."

"Okay," was all she said.

And so for the rest of the day, we drove our old pick-up truck, filled with extra fence posts and wire, along the fence line that divided our land from my grandparents. The problem, for me, was that I kept trying to sneak a look down her top. Several times she caught me and to make matters worse I almost drove into a ditch at one point. When we were finished we went back home and had an early dinner of cold chicken, salad, and biscuits.

She seemed almost disappointed when I told her I was going to bed early but didn't say a word to stop me.

The moment I got into my room I stripped and slid under the cool sheets. Unfortunately, any hope of sleeping quickly disappeared as I lay there looking at the ceiling and remembering what had happened earlier. The silky smooth feel of her skin, the pebble-like hardness of her nipples, and the sight of them growing as I played with them. "Arrrggghhhhhh," I groaned as I suddenly realized I had my hand wrapped around my cock sliding up and down its length.

Ever so slowly the tempo increased. My eyes were shut as I thought of her and images of us making love filled my head. The gentle fragrance of lavender that seemed to fill the room only added to the fantasy. Then something told me I wasn't alone... maybe the soft squeak of a floorboard or the gentle swishing sound of material rubbing against itself.

I barely opened my eyes, peeking into the darkness, and there she was. I could see her silhouette in the shadows next to my door the moonlight reflecting off a sheer white peignoir.

"Al...?"

"Shhhhhhhhh," she whispered as she seemed to float from the shadows.

For the first time, I got to see all of her or at least almost all of her. Her hair hung down over her shoulders and cascaded over her breasts while the moonlight reflected off of it turning it into a shimmering silver waterfall. Her eyes were hidden in the shadows but I knew exactly where she was looking as she reached the side of my bed and pulled back the covers revealing my hard cock. I could hear her irregular breathing and imagined her lips pursed as if begging to be kissed. The sheer material did nothing but heighten the allure of her body as her nipples stuck out from her massive breasts while, at the same time, revealing just the slightest hint of a dark triangle patch between her legs.

"I can think of better things to do with that," she whispered, seductively, as she pushed my hand aside. Her grip was firm yet her skin was soft, smooth, and cool like a piece of silk.

Unsure what to do, I lay there as her hand began to slowly work its way up and down my shaft.

"Mmmmmmmm," she crooned.

"I..."

"Shhhhhhhh, not a word," she repeated.

My mind was at war with itself. On one side, this was my step-mom but on the other side what she was doing felt so damn good. In the end, I took her advice and didn't say a thing.

"Need this so much," she moaned. "Been too long. Need to feel it. To...," she paused, "... taste it," she finished as she lowered her head to my distended member.

I felt her soft, pouty lips press against the head of my cock, gently kissing it before her tongue slipped from between her lips, probing the slit at the tip. A surge like a bolt of lightning coursed through me from head to toe. Instinctively, I tightened the muscles of my groin causing a drop of pre-cum to form. She lapped it up without a second's hesitation.

"You taste so good... and your cock is so much bigger than your father's," she said as she continued to slowly stroke up and down the length of my shaft.

"Fixated" was the only word that came to mind later on as I lay there watching her every motion. Our eyes met and we smiled. She must have understood how much I wanted her at that moment and trusted her with whatever she had in mind.

Leaning forward, she stuck out her tongue and started to gently lick the underside of my cock, paying special attention to the nerve bed under the mushroom-like crown.

"Ohhhhh, that tickles," I muttered, "but in a good way."

An impish smile appeared on her face as she continued to lick up and down my cock coating it with a glistening layer of her saliva. She pursed her lips and slowly slid them over the tip of my cock and started to gently suck.

"Ohmigod," I moaned as my hips began to raise and lower to match her movements.

She quickly settled her hand on my lap, holding me down, as she continued to suck on my cock, bobbing her head up and down, while at the same time stroking the shaft with her other hand.

She coated my cock with her spit as her hand followed her mouth until it began to pool at the base. Occasionally, she'd pull all the way off and either stick her tongue into the slit on top or lick the underside of my cock head like a popsicle.

I felt my breathing becoming irregular the longer she continued. Instinctively, I placed my hands on the back of her head, intertwining them in her hair. There was no doubt she knew I was going to cum soon and increased her pace.

"Soon," I groaned.

"Wanna taste it. Wanna taste all of it," she mumbled around my cock as she trapped just the head between her lips while her hand became a blur running up and down the shaft.

"I'M CUMMMMMIIINNGGGG," I croaked as strand after strand shot into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed as fast as she could, draining me and taking my entire load without losing a drop.

When she was done, she sat up and used her index finger to wipe a few stray drops of cum from the corner of her mouth. Then opening wide, she licked the remains from her finger. "Mmmmmmm, yummy."

I couldn't believe what had just happened. I lay there, breathing deeply with my eyes closed, almost afraid to open them and find out this had just been a dream. When I felt her get up from the bed I opened my eyes to see her wraith-like form glide across my room towards the door. "That was incredible," I whispered.

She stopped and looked over her shoulder, a sensuous smile on her face. "Good night, lover," she murmured before slipping out the door.

A little while later, I heard moans from her room and the 'thud, thud, thud' of her headboard hitting the wall. Silently, I tip-toed to her room in hopes of repaying the pleasure she'd given me but the door was locked.

To say the next several days were agony would be an understatement. Every time I saw her I instantly remembered the feel of her lips wrapped around my cock, the warm, wet feel of her mouth, and the soft, gagging sound as she swallowed my cum. Needless to say, I found myself avoiding her as much as possible.

It wasn't until I overheard her talking to her friend again that things began to change.

"..............."

"I know, I know. I can't believe I did it either. I mean, one minute I was walking downstairs to get a glass of cold water, and the next thing I knew I had my hand wrapped around his cock and was sucking on it."

"............"

"No, things didn't go that far... though I have to admit I was tempted. His cock is so big and thick. Especially in comparison to his father's. I...," she stopped abruptly when the floor creaked under me. "Hold on a second. I need to check something."

I quickly retreated down the hall before she caught me only to return to my position outside the kitchen door when she'd gone back to her phone call.

"No. I thought I heard something. No. Kyle's out in the yard somewhere. Anyway, as I was saying. His cock is so big. I can't seem to stop thinking about it. I know it's wrong but I want... no, make that NEED, to feel it inside of me. I need to feel his cock pounding into my pussy. I need to feel him stretching me and filling me with his cock and then I need to feel him cum deep inside of me... filling my pussy with his cum until it leaks from me."

"............"

"Yeah, his father was a good lover but let's just say his preferences were more for 'rear entry'. He still made me cum, and all, but it's not the same as having a big, hard cock buried inside your pussy."

"............"

"Yeah, I know. It's just a freaky fantasy. But, anyway, I need to get going. I still need to get something ready for dinner and all."

"............"

"Yeah, I'll talk to you later this week. Bye."

I quickly made my way to the door coming in from the yard and made a big deal of entering. "Hey, Ali. All done with the chores outside. Do you need any help?" I called out.

"I could use some help cutting up the vegetables for dinner," she called back.

When I entered the kitchen she had her back to me as she continued scrubbing some carrots. Her hair hung loose and hung down her back almost to the crease of her ass. She was wearing a checker-board top that was tied in front and a pair of 'daisy duke's' shorts with a pair of sandals. I, instantly, imagined what it would be like to press her against the sink and fulfill her desire to have me fuck her. Instead, I picked up a knife and proceeded to help her prepare dinner.

Over dinner, we talked about the routine things that needed to get done the following day only to have her suddenly stop and ask. "What do you think of taking some time tomorrow and going down to the pond for a swim? It's been so hot lately and I just need a break."

"Sure. I guess we can fit that in later in the day."

And so the next day we spent the morning doing chores but found ourselves stretched out along the pond late in the afternoon.

"I don't remember the last time I was able to just enjoy a day like this," she whispered as she gazed up at the cloudless sky.

"Yeah, it's been rough since... well, since HE left."

"Let's not talk about HIM," she said as she jumped up and peeled her top off over her head revealing her naked breasts. "Last one into the water has to do dishes tonight," she called out as she scampered away. The rest of her clothes, with the exception of her panties, seemed to disappear before I even had a chance to get my boots off.

"No fair," I called out as I watched her dive into the water.

"You snooze, you lose," she sputtered as her head popped up from the water.

I quickly finished undressing, except for my boxer briefs, and followed her into the water.

We splashed and played 'tag' as we laughed and giggled like a couple of young kids, occasionally, brushing or rubbing against each other. That came to an end when we found ourselves wrapped in each other's arms staring into each other's eyes, her naked breasts pressed against my chest, while my hardening cock pressed against the cleft between her legs. Our lips met and though still filled with passion and desire there was something far more 'tender', I guess is the best way to describe it. Something filled with a longing and a hope for the future.

When we finally separated, she whispered, "I... ahhhh... think we better get back to the house."

"Yeah, I guess so," I replied, realizing the moment was over.

I watched as she exited the water, her hair cascaded down her back, small streams of water running down it and into her almost transparent panties. Droplets of water shimmered on her shoulders and arms and her shapely legs flexed and moved with the grace of a dancer.

I was so entranced by the sight, I almost missed what came next...

"36DDD-28-36."

"Huh?"

"My measurements. Every man I've ever known wanted to know my measurements sooner or later.

Now, stop staring at me, and let's get going," she said, glancing over her shoulder at me as she dried herself off.

For the briefest of moments, I wondered what it would be like to be helping her with her towel. Then I, quickly, got out of the water while trying to hide my hard-on, got dressed and in a matter of a few moments we were headed back home.

"You know, you really don't have to try and hide yourself like that."

"Wha...?"

"Your cock. I mean, after the other night, it's not like it's something I haven't seen before," she said, matter-of-factly.

"I... ummmm..." I stuttered, unsure what to say. Fortunately, I pulled into the drive at that point so our conversation came to an abrupt end.

That evening was 'tense', to say the least. We both knew we'd crossed a line with the kiss at the pond but neither of us knew what to do about it. We barely talked and when we did the answers were usually a quick 'yes' or 'no'.

I went to bed early again that night and once I heard moaning coming from Ali's room but this time I rolled over, pulled the pillow over my head, and tried to sleep. At some point, it must have worked because the next thing I knew was being woken up by the sensation of someone sitting on the edge of my bed. When I opened my eyes she was there...

"Ali?"

"Shhhhhhhhhh. I have what you want and you have what I need," she purred as she slid her hand under the waistband of my boxer briefs.

My cock became hard as iron in milliseconds.

"Mmmmmmmmm. Nice and hard and warm," she continued as she wrapped her hand around my shaft. At the same time, she opened her robe revealing her massive breasts, and stretched out so she was partially lying on top of me. "Need this so bad," she whispered, seductively, into my ear.

The feel of her breast on my chest and the tickle of her pubic hair brushing against my thigh was almost more than I could take. My hips began to raise and lower to match the movements of her hand. "You're gonna make me cum," I groaned as I bit my lower lip in an attempt to stop the unstoppable.

"Not yet, lover," she murmured as she formed a ring around the base of my cock using her thumb and forefinger, and squeezed.

It felt like someone had tied a clamp around my gut as my cock tried to do what it no longer could. "Arrgggghhhhh," I whimpered in agony.

"Just relax. It will pass."

It felt like an eternity but she was right. After a few moments the sensation did pass, leaving me feeling unlike anything else I'd ever felt.

"Now, just lay back and enjoy," she sighed as she gently bit my earlobe while rubbing her tits and bush against me.

"Arrgghhhhh. Not sure how much of this I can take," I moaned.

"Don't worry about it, baby. I'll take care of everything." And with that, she sat up and pushed her robe off her shoulders revealing every inch of her body to me for the first time. "Like what you see?" she asked as her hand slid up and down my shaft. "Like my big tits? Maybe I'll let up cum all over them or maybe you'd like it if I gave you another blow job", she teased as she lowered her head to my distended cock.

Without a moment's hesitation, she took the entire length deep into her mouth while she cupped my balls in her hand, rolling them like a pair of marbles.

"Ohmigod, ohmigod... never felt anything like this before. Ohhhhhhhhh," I groaned.

"Mmmmmmmmm... mmmmmmmmm... mmmmmmmmm," she hummed as her head bounced up and down in my lap.

I knew I was going to cum again unless I did something to take my mind off the sensations I was feeling and an idea popped into my head. Rolling onto my side, I grabbed her leg and pulled it up and over my head. In the dim bedroom light, I could barely make out her womanly treasure. Her outer lips were full and swollen, and a layer of her nectar covered them. A heavy, musky aroma drifted from the slit between them and triggered a longing I couldn't believe I'd feel toward my own stepmother. I lifted my head and for the first time tasted the tangy-sweet flavor of a woman.

"Ohhhhhhh, yessssssss. Lick that pussy, baby," she gasped.

I wrapped my arms around her hips and rolled us over so I was on top and then pulled away from her, leaving my cock bouncing in the air as I settled between her spread legs.

"What?" she began to ask only to stop and take a deep breath as I lowered my head back to the junction between her legs.

I lapped up and down the length of her slit, like a dog lapping up water, until I found her 'magic button'.

She locked her heels under my armpits holding me in place as her fingers dug into my scalp pushing me against her feminine lips. "Yesssssssss... ohmigod. Ahhhhhhhh... this is so much better than I imagined. Ahhhh... yessssss. Ohhhhhhh... yes, please. Right there... ohhhhhhh. Ohmigod that feels so fucking good. Mmmmmmmmm... don't stop. Ohhhhhhhh... I don't know where you learned to do that but I'm glad you did."

Little did she realize that this was the first time I'd licked a woman's pussy and everything I was doing was either instinct or from the Health Class I'd taken in High School where I'd learned the basics of a woman's anatomy. Add to that the locker room talk and I had at least a general idea of what I was doing.

"Ahhhhhhh... ahhhhhh. Oh yeah, suck on my lips. Mmmmmmmm... bite them. Softly, softly... ohhh yeah. Owwwwwww... you're going that so good. Omigod, so fucking good. Ohhhhh... we should have started doing this as soon as HE left. Mmmmmmm... yes, yes... yesssssssssss. Ohhhhhh... yessssss... mmmmmmmm."

"You taste so fucking good," I mumbled from between her legs.

"Didn't I teach you not to talk with your mouth full," she teased as she pressed her pussy against me.

Ahhhhh... ahhhhhh... ahhhhhh... don't stop. Ohhhhhh fuuuccccckkkkkk. Slick your tongue in me... ohmigod... yessssssss... just like that. Owwwwwww."

When I looked up from between her legs our eyes met and said everything that needed to be said. At the same time, I watched as she took a breast in her hand, pinching and pulling at the nipples.

"Ohhhhhhh, I wish your father had known how to eat my pussy like you are. I can't believe something that is supposed to be so wrong can feel so good. Ohhhhhhh... more, more... deeper. Push your tongue deep inside me. Suck on my clit... ohhhhhhhh gawddddddddd. So fucking close. You're gonna make me cum. Ohhhhhhhhh... yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... do it. Make me cum, lover."

Instinctively, I knew what I needed to do so I reached up and grabbed a handful of her tit and squeezed. She covered my hand with hers and began bouncing up and down on the bed driving my tongue deeper inside her.

"That's it... that's it... ohmigod... ohmigod... ohmigod... gonna... so close... make me..." she pleaded.

I lifted my head and found my target. Her 'little man in a boat' stood up tall and hard between her nether lips. When I lowered my head I sucked her clit into my mouth and gently rubbed my teeth along the nerve-filled nub.

"Aiiiii... Aiiiiiiiii... AIIEEEEEEEE," she wailed as her body thrashed under me. The world could have come to an end at that moment and neither of us would have known nor cared. Her womanly juice sprayed from her, coating my mouth and chin until it dripped down between the shapely globes of her ass and pooled on the bed sheets below her. On and on it went until with one final shudder she collapsed on the bed finally releasing me.

Moving away, I moved up the bed, tenderly stroking and caressing her until I lay down next to her.

"That was fantastic," she whispered as she cuddled next to me; her head on my shoulder, her breast pressed against my side and her leg draped over my thigh. "I never imagined..."

"Neither did I," I chuckled. "Not bad for a first time."

Raising up onto her elbow she looked down at me, a quizzical look on her face. "You mean 'first time with me' or 'first time'?"

"Does it matter?" I replied.

"I guess not," she said as she nestled back against me.

"But, if you have to know... 'first time' ever."

"Ohmigod," she mumbled followed by the slow rhythmic sound of her breathing as she fell off into a deep sleep.

I laid there for a few moments thinking about what had just happened and letting my cock slowly soften before I fell asleep too.

When I woke up the next morning everything felt different. My room seem brighter, the birds seemed louder and my cock felt harder but there was something else too and when I looked down I found out what it was. Ali was kneeling between my legs, her tits wrapped around my hardened member.

"Good morning, baby. Sorry if I woke you up but when I saw this," she glanced down at my cock, "I couldn't help myself."

I lay there speechless and she pumped up and down my hard cock.

"Bet you never imagined your stepmother was such a wanton slut, did you?"

I shook my head in response.

"Well, let me tell you a secret," she continued as she leaned over and kissed the head of my cock. "You remember all the talk about me getting 'in trouble' while I was away?"

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Well, I was quite the little slut while I was gone. I worked as a stripper, a nude model, and even as an escort while I was away. In fact, the only reason I came back was because I thought I was pregnant but then I met your father, and well... you know the rest."

"And he knew all of this?"

"Yep. And he took advantage of it too. I'm sure you heard us fucking. It's kinda hard not to considering the walls are so thin."

I blushed which was the only response she needed.

"You see, some people might call me a nympho because I love to fuck."

There was that word again and I felt my cock throb between her massive breasts.

"I love the feel of a nice hard cock drilling into me and stretching me. I love the feel of being pounded into the mattress, or against a wall, or just about anywhere just so long as it ends with me having a load of warm, creamy cum inside of me."

She paused before she continued, "Which is exactly what I want from you. I want to feel your cock in me, stretching me, and filling me with your cum. After what's happened over the last several weeks I don't feel any 'attachment' to your father but I do towards you. What I'm offering," she paused again and looked directly into my eyes, "... is to be yours anytime and any place. You can fuck me whenever and where ever you want. You can cum in my mouth, on my tits, in my pussy, or even in my ass which was your father's favorite. It's up to you."

"When...?"

"Right now, if you'd like," she replied as she spit on my cock and moved up to straddle my lap.

My cock slipped between her nether lips, nestling against the opening to her womanhood.

"Ready, lover? Ready to feel your step-mommy slide her cunt down your long, hard cock? Ready to feel what it's like to fuck a woman instead of jacking off?"

The look on her face; the sensuous smile, her passion-inflamed eyes, the deep blush of her skin were ones I'd never forget.

"This is your last chance to back out, sweetie," she purred. "Up to this point, we've been having fun but after this, there's no turning back."

Instinctively, I reached out and placed my hands on her hips, gently pulling her down onto my cock.

She let gravity do the work as she lowered herself down onto me; first one inch, then two, and then a continuous pressure until I felt my cock pressing into her depths.

"Ohhhhhhhh, that feels good. I can feel your cock stretching me and if I go like this," she snickered as she straightened her back and settled even further on his cock, "I can feel you pressing against my cervix at the back of my pussy," she sighed, sensuously.

"FFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK," I groaned. "I never imagined anything could feel like this. It's like a warm, velvet glove is clamping down around me."

"And the best is yet to come," she whispered as she slowly rose until just the tip of my cock was trapped between her pussy lips before sliding back down, driving my cock to the depths of her waiting pussy. "So good, so fucking good," she moaned over and over as she slid up and down my shaft.

Her tits swayed in front of me, taunting me, until I reached up and grabbed them, cupping them in my palms as I pinched her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

"Yesssssssss," she hissed as lowered her orbs to me. "Kiss them, lick them, bite them... do whatever you want. Ohhhhhhhhh... so fucking turned on."

Shifting, she buried herself on my shaft until I felt the crown of my cock press against her cervix with each thrust.

"Need this. God forgive me but I need this. Need your cock buried in me... need to feel you fucking me... need to feel you..." she paused as a shudder ran through her body. "... need to feel you cumming deep inside of me... need to feel your cum filling me... want to feel your baby growing inside of me," she moaned, the last part so softly I barely heard it.

Her pace quickly increased and she started to rock back and forth, rubbing her aroused clit against the base of my cock. At the same time, I continued to play and tease her tits; squeezing them, pulling on them, or sucking her nipples into my mouth and gently biting them.

"Yeah... yeah... yeah... like that. Mmmmmmmmm... so fucking good. Ohhhhhhh... so close... gonna make me cum," she murmured as her pussy clamped down hard around my cock. "Fuck me... Fuck me hard... harder... deeper. Pound your cock into me... Make me your woman... Take me and fuck me... Fill me with your cum and give me A BABY," she screamed as her body suddenly stiffened and shuddered. "Cummmiinnnggggg," she grunted as her body convulsed over me.

"Me toooooooo," I groaned as strand after strand of my cum jettisoned into her, mixing with her juices, and traveling into her 'holy-of-holies'.

Time meant nothing to us as we held each other. It could have been minutes or an eternity before her pace slowed. Her orgasm had taken the last bit of strength from her and she slumped over onto my chest. Silently, we lay there, our breathing slowing and returning to normal.

My cock eventually softened and dropped from her with a wet, sloppy "Plop" just as she rolled over onto her back and stuffed pillows under her hips. Then she nestled under my arm, placing her head on my shoulder. The room became silent as we lulled in the afterglow of what had just happened and time slipped by...

"Why?" I whispered.

"Huh?"

"Why me? Why now? And why...?" I left the last part unsaid simply because I didn't know how to ask why she wanted MY baby.

She shifted and rolled onto her side, resting her head in the palm of her hand as she looked down at me. "Let's see," she began. "Why you? I could probably make a joke of it and simply say because you're here but to be honest, I've always been attracted to you. I think I told you that before. I just decided to stop hiding or rather denying it. As for 'why now?' I think I explained part of that too. I like sex, plain and simple. But..." she paused for a moment as she thought how to continue "... since HE left I've felt something... hmmmmm... 'growing' I guess is a good word, between us. I mean, what just happened was great but there's something more, if you know what I mean. Shit, I'm not sure I'm saying this right," she faltered as she rolled back over and looked up at the ceiling.

Several moments passed before she continued. "Remember how I told you I'd done a lot of stuff while I was away?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I also learned things about myself and one of those things is that I want... No, that's not quite the right word... I NEED someone in my life. I need someone to care about me, to need me, to want me, and in some ways to watch over... no, that's not quite right either... mmmmmm... to control the things I do... or rather to control me. I need someone who's gonna help keep me from doing more of the crazy things like I've done in the past. I found that once but," she hesitated as she decided to risk yet another secret of her life, before continuing. "Do you know what a 'submissive' is?"

"I... ahhhhh... I'm not sure."

"It's kinda hard to explain so I'll put it this way. I like to be taken care of but at the same time, I like to take care of the other person. I like it when the other person tells me what they want so I can do it... and that's not just in the bedroom. I like it when the other person makes the major decisions about the things going on in our life and that's it. Sure, the other person, and it doesn't always need to be a man, can ask for my input but they are the ones that make the final decision."

"So what 's that got to do with me?"

"I dunno. I just get a feeling from the way you've taken over here on the ranch that you're that kinda person."

The room fell silent once again, each of us lost in our own thoughts until I finally pulled myself from the bed. "Speaking of the ranch and things that need to get done, I have a whole list of things that need to get done in the next couple of days and if I don't get started they're never gonna get done." And with that, I was off and running for the day. Yet, even the routine work couldn't get my mind off what Ali had said and what we'd done.

When I came in from the yard, I found her standing at the kitchen sink starting to work on dinner. The only things she was wearing were an almost transparent black robe and a pair of matching high heels. I moved behind her, silently, and grabbed her around the hips as my lips came down to gently kiss the nape of her neck and the bulge in the front of my pants pressed against her.

"Did you mean what you said earlier?"

Looking down at the outline of my now fully hardened cock she smiled and said, "Anytime and any place," before pulling the back of her robe up.

I unfastened and dropped my pants to the floor, quickly realizing her heels brought her pussy up to the perfect height as I pressed my cock to her outer lips. "Bend over."

Instantly, she knew what I wanted and what I was going to do. A surge of pleasure enveloped her as she put her hands on either side of the kitchen counter.

"You ready?" I asked.

She barely had time to answer, "Yes" before I pressed the head of my cock against the opening to her womanly treasure.

"Now," was all she said as she drove herself backward impaling herself on me. Her pussy clamped and unclamped around the length of my cock as I slid deep inside of her. Her tits swayed beneath her until I reached around her body and grabbed them, squeezing them. When her pussy lips opened it was as if a dam had been breached. Her pussy juices flowed, quickly coating my cock before dripping to the floor.

"Drill me with your cock. Push it in, nice and deep. Fill my pussy. Bury it in me until your balls slap against my clit," she murmured as she repositioned herself, spreading her legs further apart and pressing back against me. "Oh fuck, you feel good. Your cock is stretching me. Mmmmmmmm. It feels soooooo fucking good," she moaned. "So wicked. Just imagine that there might be somebody out there," she sighed as she looked out the window, "that might be watching us right now."

"And what would they see?" I whispered into her ear as I pushed my cock deeper inside of her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh. They'd see you fucking your slutty step-mommy. Filling her cunt with your cock before you make her scream when she cums and feels you fill her with your cum," she wheezed.

I felt her pussy tighten around my shaft as she shivered in delight. At the same time, I felt the battle wagging inside of me; one side of me asking what was happening and how I'd landed up like this while the other side continued to slowly sink my cock deeper and deeper into her.

"Ohhhhhhhh, I feel like such a slut standing here in front of the window with your cock in me," she sighed as she pushed back against me.

Suddenly, I felt the tip of my cock pressing against her cervix and my balls slap against her pussy lips. Her body shivered as she groaned.

"Fuuuccckkkkk. That's exactly what I need. Now, fuck me. Drill your slutty step-mommy's pussy with your nice, hard cock. Make me cum and fill me until it's leaking down my legs."

Ever so slowly, I pulled my cock out until just the head was still inside of her and then pushed back in just as slow.

"DAMN IT!!! I said FUCK ME!!! Take me. Pound my cunt with your cock. Flatten me against this counter so the whole world can see me."

I released her tits and grabbed her waist, once again, this time pounding into her burying my cock into her depths.

"Oh shit... oh shit... oh shit," she chanted with each thrust as it bottomed out in the deepest recesses of her pussy. "This is exactly what I needed. Don't stop. Fuck me. Take me. Oh god, lover. I'm gonna cum already... ohhhhhh... my... god. You... feel... so... good," then at the top of her voice she screamed, "GONNA CUMMMM. FUCK MEEEE. OHHHH... AAAEEEIIIIIII."

This time when her internal muscles clamped down on me, they didn't let go. Instead, I felt a rolling sensation from the base of his cock to the tip, over and over again. I felt her fluids leaking from her, coating my inner thighs. My balls pulled upwards and tightened as my cum surged up my shaft. "Gonna cum, too," I muttered as I tried to pull out.

"NO!!!!!," she wailed before continuing in a softer voice. ""Cum inside me. Fill my pussy with your cum."

"But what if...?"

"I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABY!!"

Her words triggered some deep, almost primeval desires to pass on my bloodline. I slammed my cock into her as deep as I could until I felt it press against her cervix just as the first strand of cum erupted from the tip like Mt. Vesuvius. Strand after strand erupted into her pussy, coating her inner walls and filling her until our combined juices streamed from her, down her legs and pooled on the floor. The warm liquid kept pouring from her pussy as we collapsed against the kitchen counter. A short time later we slowly slid to the floor, sitting next to each other. Her hair was disheveled, her breasts fully exposed through her open robe, her legs were slightly spread and the setting sun reflected off the rivulets of our combined juices that ran down her legs and the only thing I could think about was how absolutely gorgeous she looked.

When we finally regained enough strength to get you I escorted her to her room before heading off to my room. She grabbed me by the hand and when I looked into her eyes uttered just two words, "Our room" before pressing her lips to mine.

From that day forward things slowly changed. She'd been right about me being the more dominant of the two of us and found it easy to make the day-to-day decisions about what needed to be done around the ranch as well as about the two of us. I continuously asked for her input but in the end, it was me that made the decisions.

Bit-by-bit I also moved my stuff into 'our room' and we took on a routine more as a loving couple than as a stepson and step-mother. True to her word we made love or fucked anytime and any place I, or we, wanted to; in the house, in the barn, by the pond, and even in the parking lot of the Honky-Tonk where we'd gone on our 'first date'.

It was while basking in the sun by the pond after an especially vigorous bout of sex that I asked a question that had been bothering me for weeks.

"You keep talking about getting pregnant but aren't you concerned about the whole genetics thing?"

The silence that followed was deafening before she replied. "Do you remember how I told you I had secrets?"

"Yeah, that was when you told me about your life while you were away," I responded as I sat up, my gaze traveling up and down her lethal body before settling on her eyes.

"Well, there's one last secret... the ultimate secret... the one that I'm not supposed to tell anyone," she whispered as she closed her eyes and paused. "I'm... ahhhhhh... I'm not really your aunt?"

"WHAT?" I cried out, expecting almost anything but that as an answer.

She continued, her eyes still closed. "My biological parents were friends of your grandparents. They all went on a trip together and my parents got killed in a car accident. Apparently, my parents didn't have any relatives that anyone knew about so I was going to get stuck 'into the system' for childcare and adoption. Instead, your grandparents took me and I do mean 'took'. They never waited around for any paperwork or approval by some agency they just brought me here and raised me as their own," she finished, pausing to let what she'd just told me to sink in before continuing, "Which means there's no need to worry about me getting pregnant unless, of course, you don't want to."

"I want to," I whispered and for the second time that day we made love in the lush green grass along the pond.

It wasn't until several months that the 'last straw', as they call it, fell into place regarding our new life

together. I knew something was going on the moment I came in from doing chores in the barn. Ali was sitting at the kitchen table, the phone in her hand.

"So? What do you want?" she asked, her voice as hard and cold as glacial ice. "Yeah, I got the papers. And before you ask, I already signed them and gave them to my lawyer so they can be returned to you. But, mind if I ask what the big rush is all of a sudden? We don't hear from you for months and now you can't wait to get a divorce?"

"............" the voice on the other end answered.

A startled look suddenly covered her face.

I had already figured it was my father but wasn't nearly ready for what was about to happen.

"Oh, really? Well, I'm happy for you," she replied, sarcastically. "Especially, since I found someone too," she continued as she looked at me, her eyes ablaze. "In fact, I was just about to have him fuck my brains out when you called," she laughed, callously. "Oh, don't worry about Kyle, he's off somewhere with his friends." She stops and listens to my dad's response.

"So you don't believe me? Here baby say hello to my soon-to-be ex-husband."

I muttered a "Hello" and then looked at Ali unsure what to expect.

She didn't say a word as she listened to my father, once again. Instead, she ran her tongue over her lips, sensuously, as she dropped a hand to her blouse and yanked it open, sending buttons flying everywhere, exposing her bra. My cock jerked at the sight. Unable to go without at least something to hold her massive breasts in place she wore a black, lace half-cup bra which revealed her nipples. Even more enticing was the sight of a deep-red rose tattoo on her right breast.

"Interesting," I murmured.

"It's only temporary," she replied. "I put on a different one a couple of times a month depending on my mood."

"So what does this one mean," I inquired as I ran my fingertip over it.

"That my love life is red-hot," she murmured. "Now, come here and kiss me, baby. Let my ex- find out what happens when a real man makes love to me!"

"FUCK IT!" I thought as I placed my hand on the back of her head, pulling her to me. I could feel her shaking in my arms as her large, soft breasts flattened against my chest, her hard nipples drilling indentations into my chest.

She was shaking, and I, instinctively, put my arm around her as she placed her phone on the kitchen table.

"............!!!" I heard my father screaming though I couldn't make out his words.

The kiss was almost chaste at first. My tongue tip reached out and she sucked gently on it, before letting her tongue play with mine, the delicate flavor of her strawberry lipstick carried with it.

Her hands ran through my hair as she pulled me against her body. Our tongues were seeking, feeling, and sliding against each other. She seemed to be trying to devour me. Her tongue darted around mine, in a seductive dance that thrilled me to the core.

Her head turned, slightly to one side, giving me easier access to her lips. Her tongue continued to dual with mine, playfully and seductively.

"............!!!" the voice on the phone, once again, squawked.

"FUCK YOU!!" she snarled in response as she dropped her shoulders letting her shirt glide off her arms and onto the floor.

My hands, instinctively, found her breasts and played with them; cupping and squeezing them, pinching and pulling on her nipples. A small drop of fluid suddenly appeared at the tip and I pulled away in surprise only to have her grab my hands and pull them back against her orbs.

"Later," she whispered, before continuing in a louder tone so my father could hear her. "That's it, lover. Play with my tits. Pull on them... mmmmmmmm... yessssssssss... play with my nipples... Ohhhhhhh... just like that... getting me so horny. Now, tug on my nipples... ohhhhhhhh... like that. Pull on them... harder... harder... now... yessssssssss," she moaned as I released the eraser-sized nubs to snap back into place but I could tell she wanted more.

Leaning over, I latched onto a nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth. I used my tongue to lash and tickle the sensitive nub before switching and using my teeth to nip and scrape across it. Instantly, I felt her body quiver as goosebumps formed around the areola of the nipple and the delicate, heady aroma of her arousal wafted up to my nostrils.

"So gooodddd... hurts so fucking good. Owwwwww, I can feel my pussy getting wet, lover. So fucking wet."

"....................."

"Are you still there, you fucking pervert? Are you listening to what a real man can do to me? What I

WANT him to do to me?" she taunted.

At some level, I knew what we were doing was wrong but at the same time, it felt so right. The man on the other end of the phone line had abandoned us, leaving us to rely on each other to make it through. Whether he had any idea as to what would happen I didn't care at the moment as Ali pushed my hand down her thigh.

"Play with my pussy," she gasped. "Slide your fingers across my pussy... rub against my clit... push your fingers inside me," she instructed.

I pushed her back until her shapely ass was pressed against the kitchen table. Then with a slight hop, she jumped up onto it. Her skirt fell open and I was surprised to see the wet stain that covered the front of her panties.

"Do it," she pleaded as I pushed her panties aside revealing the lust-inflamed, beat-red lips of her pussy. A thick layer of her juice coated her outer lips as her inner lips spread showing the way to sexual nirvana.

My cock throbbed inside my pants straining to be released.

"That's it... play with my cunt. Use me and fill me with your fingers and then your cock!" she pleaded.

"Do you want me to call it your CUNT?" I teased already knowing the answer while, at the same time, knowing it was a word my father refused to use.

"Arrrggghhhhh."

I cupped her pussy and then used my middle finger to spread her outer lips, gently sliding across the opening. "Do you want me to put my finger in your CUNT?"

"Yesssssssss."

"One finger?" I asked as I slid my middle finger into her.

"Ohmigod," she moaned, softly.

"Or two?" I asked as I slid my index finger to join the middle one. "Or maybe three," I said as I stretched her opening adding my ring finger to the other two.

"AAAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEE," she wailed as she placed her hand over mine holding it in place. "So fucking turned on. Fuck me... fuck me with your fingers.

I immediately obeyed, sliding my fingers in and out while letting my thumb glide over her clit.

"Like this," she hissed as she took my juice-coated hand in hers and started rubbing it over her pussy in small circles. "Oh god... yessssssss. Just like that."

It only took a few moments before her hips began to bounce up and down on the table, her hand forcing my fingers in deeper and deeper. "OOOoooooohhhhhhhh... can't believe... this is hap... pening... to me... already. AAAAh... FUUCCKKKKKKKK... cummmmmm... mmmmming," she groaned as her juice sprayed into the palm of my hand, filling it until it dripped between my fingers and onto the floor.

"That's it, lover. Cum for me. Show me how much you like me playing with your cunt."

"Arrrggghhhhhh," she grunted as her pussy walls tightened around my fingers clutching at them as she shuddered through her orgasm.

"............" the phone uttered again but we ignored it as Ali unbuttoned my pants letting them fall to the floor as she pushed down my boxer-briefs.

"Do it!" she challenged, knowing my father could still hear her.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes! Fuck me," she loudly declared.

My cock stood out in from of me like a spear looking for a target... a target she willingly gave as she opened her legs even further.

"Is this what you want?" I taunted as I held my cock at its base and slapped it against her her pussy.

A yelp escaped her lips as I continued. "Is this what you wanted... my cock?" I teased as I slid it up and down the furrow between her pussy lips.

Bracing herself on her elbows, she lay back to press her aroused pussy against me. "Yessss, I want it. I NEED it," she croaked.

"Yeah, and just what do you want it for?" I knew that now was the time to either win or lose her challenge. I needed her to concede before I did anything more.

"I want it in me," she replied as she attempted to regain some amount of control.

"Ohhh? In your mouth? In your pussy? Or maybe you want it in your ass like your pervert husband used to do?" I sneered as I slid my cock lower until it nudged against her sphincter.

"NOOOOOoooo," she moaned. "NEVER again... I want it in my pussy. I want it sliding in and out of me. I want to feel it buried deep inside me when I cum."

"Pretty selfish of you to only be concerned about when you cum," I retorted.

"Please stop teasing me," she pleaded softly. "I need this so bad."

"......... damn... fucker... kill..." The words seemed to float from the phone but it no longer mattered.

No longer able to keep up the charade, as if I didn't want this as much as she did, I moved my cock back up to the opening of her pussy and pushed. The head slid past her lust-swollen outer lips and entered her. It felt as if I had entered the opening of a velvet-coated volcano. The muscles in her tunnel undulated and drew me in deeper as her juices coated me. Leaning forward, I placed my hands on the either side of her on the table and continued to push deeper and deeper as she settled back onto the table.

"Yes... yes... yes... that's it... fill my pussy with your cock... oooohhhhh... feels this good..." she stopped abruptly as the head of my cock pressed the back of her pussy.

"Ohmigod, you're deep," she murmured as she wrapped her legs around my waist. "Just stay there... don't move. It feels like I have a fucking baseball bat or something inside me."

I leaned over until my chest was pressed against hers and whispered in her ear, "And guess what? I'm not all the way inside you yet." Then I gave one final push, burying my cock into her until my pubic hair mingled with hers and my balls slapped her ass.

"EEEEIIIIIIII," she screamed while tightening her legs around my waist. Her arms wrapped around me and I felt the bite of her fingernails as they scratched across my back.

Her body quivered under me as she held me there. "Don't move. PLEASE don't move. So fucking big. Shhhhhhhh... Hurts sooooo fucking good," she hissed.

Though this wasn't the first time we'd fucked having my father listening on the other end of the phone added a perverse thrill to what we were doing.

Minutes flowed by until I felt her loosen her grip on me and move her hips slightly. "Now, nice and slow, baby. Slide your cock in and out of me nice and easy. Mmmmm, it feels sooooo fucking good when you press against the back of my pussy."

"I thought you said it hurt," I blurted as if I'd never heard her say it before.

Gently she pushed me away and looked into my eyes, playing along with the charade. "At the end of a woman's pussy is her cervix. Do you know what that is?"

"Tell me," I grunted as I shoved my cock into her until the mushroom head was planted against the entrance to her 'holy-of-holies'.

"It's the opening to a woman's womb where she carries a child when she's pregnant," she whispered. "It's also filled with nerves so for many women it is very painful when her lover presses against it. For some women though, including me, it also feels good. The feeling of pleasure and pain just seems to turn me on...," she continued as she ground her pussy against me, "almost as much as feeling you pressing against my clit or your balls slapping against my ass."

"Like this?" I queried, teasingly, as I slowly withdrew and then pushed back into her until my balls slapped her ass once again.

A loud moan erupted from her as her back arched and she pressed against me.

The muscles of her pussy convulsed and clung to me as I slowly withdrew until just the head of my cock was in her. I could feel her using her legs to try and raise herself while pulling me down. I held my position until with one, long thrust, I buried myself in her again. Over and over I did this, watching the expression on her face each time I hit bottom.

"So this is what you wanted? What you needed?" I growled.

Whimpers and groans filled the room as the table under us began to slide across the floor. "Ohhhhhh... yesssss... I am a slut... your slut. You can have me anytime and any place you want me as long as you make me feel like this. Aaarrgghhh... Fuck me... ohhhhh... yeah... yeah... yeah... just like that... pound me with your cock... fill me... ohmigod... so good," she moaned as I slid in and out of her.

A wet, squishing sound filled the room each time I thrust into her.

"Yes... yes... yes. Gonna cum... gonna cum... ohhhhhh... so close... so close," I heard her murmur as I felt her tighten her hold around my waist once more.

I whispered, "Maybe this will help," before leaning over and sucking a nipple into my mouth. It was as if an electrical switch had been thrown as she began to quiver and thrash beneath me.

"Yes... yes... yes... that's it... suck my tits... bite my nipple... mark me... make me yours... oH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK... DO IT, DO IT... CUM IN ME... BREED ME LIKE ONE OF THE ANIMALS IN THE BARN," she screeched as her body spasmed. At the same time, her hands wrapped around my neck holding me to her breast while the muscles of her pussy ran up and down the length of my shaft pulling my cum from me.

My cum jettisoned from me, filling her pussy until our combined juices leaked from her onto the tabletop and onto the floor. We wrapped in each other's arms as the tidal wave slowly calmed.

It was only then that we realized that the phone was still on and my father was still listening. Ali picked it up while keeping her legs wrapped around my waist, my cock still buried deep inside of her.

"Listen asshole, I signed the papers like you wanted and I'm almost happy you've found somebody because as you just heard I've found somebody the fulfills everything I need. He cares for me and I care for him... in fact, I think I even love him which is probably a good thing since I'm pregnant," she paused and looked at me as she squeezed her nipple causing another drop of fluid to appear. "Mother's milk," she mouthed which instantly caused my cock to jerk at the idea of milk flowing from her tits.

"And by the way, the baby will have the same last name as yours," she finished.

We heard the phone drop and clattered to the floor before it went dead.

"What do we do now?" I asked as I leaned over and lay my head on her breast.

"I guess we better tell your grandparents before things get too obvious," she snickered.

So, we my grandparents to a picnic the following Sunday. While they were there we explained what had happened and that I knew about Ali's parents. Instead of being mad, both sets of grandparents gave us their blessings for a future together.

That was 4 years ago. We never did hear from my father again, which is fine with us. Ali got her divorce and we had a quiet wedding with just the family invited. We've had two more kids, since then so we have two boys and one girl continuously getting into mischief. They are our greatest treasure and according to Ali 'a step-mother's greatest revenge'.