Youthful Infatuation Settles Her

"What time do you call this, Nick?" Tom asked of his son as the young man strolled unsteadily into the kitchen and made straight for the fridge. It was gone eleven, on a Saturday morning, and Tom was going out to play golf.

"He came home safely from the party, Tom... so, give him a break."

"Yeah, give me a break, Dad. I got home and didn't need to bother either of you."

"It wouldn't have been any trouble, honey..." she smiled, her stepson looking tired and dishevelled as if he had slept in the clothes she now saw him wearing.

It was not unusual for Annie to take his side when his father wanted to berate him for something that he had done and that failed to meet his high standards. Nick liked her for that support, given unquestioningly and understandably, to his way of thinking, for a woman who had filled the void in his father's life, along with his and Phoebe, his sister, too, when their mom had passed away suddenly. He was the second child of that marriage, and his sister, some five years older, was now at university.

Tom strode across the kitchen and put an arm around Annie's shoulders.

"I'll be having lunch at the club, so don't prepare anything for me. Remember, we're out at the charity dinner with the Clarks and Robinsons tonight... smart casual, so the invitation said."

Annie met the press of his lips to her cheek, the sliding caress of his hand to her waist nothing more than a sign, for Nick's benefit, that they were close.

"I'll see you to the door," she said and broke free of Tom's hold upon her. The housecoat that she had put on for the morning's chores was light and free-flowing. It concealed a voluptuous and tended figure, one in stark contrast to the slim woman that had been Nick's mother and whose picture hung out in the hall, amidst others of the family that she was now a part of.

"Talk to Nick about what you have to wash, won't you?" Tom said, but in a voice that soon informed Nick was an order and not a request.

Annie shrugged, casting Nick a moment's glance that he soon read as being bad news, or a criticism, coming his way.

"Leave it to me. I do most of the cleaning and washing around here, after all," was all that she said as the two of them disappeared from view.

♥

Jeez, my head aches, Nick thought. He gulped down a beaker of orange juice diluted with water from the reservoir set into the refrigerator's door. It had been a late night, but he had not drunk so much that he was wrecked. Sleep had eluded him, and he had done some work on projects that had to be finished for college. And then he had lain awake thinking of how he'd been joshed about his lack of success with girls.

For a guy close to standing six foot tall, good-looking, well-made and agile, he was gauche and didn't have the repartee to charm the girls that he met, both from college and elsewhere.

Sleep had finally overwhelmed him in drugging waves and not before he had worked his length, something few in his class in college needed to do, or so some of them bragged. Women, like Annie, stacked and bubbly featured in those moments of play, and now, as he glanced at her walking slowly towards him, he knew that she was the main object of his wayward imaginings.

Even dressed in that blue and white striped housecoat, with its flowers in contrasting whites and blues on each stripe, her mussed straw-blonde hair lending her relaxed appearance, sway of hips and the stretch of the coat across her breasts, he knew and felt that the sight of her was always at the centre of the web that became his wayward imaginings of doing her when he was in bed.

"You have something to tell me?" he said, taking two slices of bread from the tin and popping them into the toaster. "I know that it's wash day, so I'll strip my bed and gather up the clothes that need washing..."

"Pick them off the floor," she smiled, leaning against the countertop on outstretched arms and gazing at him. Nick was a few inches taller than she was and her shoulder brushed his as they stood close. The young man, no longer a boy, looked good in chino shorts and a red and white chequered shirt that hung loose and unbuttoned over his toned body. His dishevelled hair leant him a rakish appearance and his smile did the rest. "The washing is something I need to talk about... the marks on the sheets, especially, Nick, honey. I... I know the cause of them being there, even if I've had no sons to deal with... until I met your father."

He sighed and looked away, knowing just what she meant by marks. The woman with her large, rounded breasts, the soft swell of an almost flat tummy and toned legs, she got to him and working his length served to frustrate him more than to satisfy his lust for the woman now standing so close beside him. He wanted to feel that body against him, to feel her hands on his skin and to know of the act he sometimes caught her, and his father engaged in.

He didn't snoop, but there were times through the night when he needed a pee and when they thought he was out for the count, he heard them coupling. He had seen her riding his father, those magnificent tits swaying and her hips moving as if she would pull Tom's dick off his body.

"I'm going through a phase, Annie... so I have to let go of what I feel," he chose to confess. The toaster popped, and he grabbed the slices and a jar of marmalade. She followed him to the table set under an ornate lamp that hung from the ceiling. "I... I try not to make a mess."

Her heart went out to him, and she stroked the warm skin of his arm, brushing the soft hair that was growing on it.

"When you feel that way, just catch it in a few tissues. That way no one will know what you feel the need to do."

"I do, mostly... but obviously not always, or we'd not be talking about it."

"Okay..."

"If it was okay, that I didn't have my feelings or my body didn't need that kind of release, we wouldn't be talking about it."

Annie sipped at the coffee she had left on the table and where she had been seated having breakfast with Tom. She looked at Nick now, her mind in a whirl as she pondered on what to say of how her relationship with Tom had changed, was changing from the times when they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

"Your father and I have our problems too, Nick... darlin'"

He gazed back at her in wide-eyed amazement. The woman with her kissable mouth, sparkly smile, wild hair, and swaying pendant earrings; she, the trim slender-legged woman with her breasts that her housecoat, their shape and fullness, failed to conceal from him, was not receiving the attention that he sensed she needed.

"Saying that I'm sorry, for you, sounds so lame, Annie," he answered and somehow managed to grip her hand as it rested on the table.

"You saying that you understand is enough. You learn to adapt to moments of rejection, and you deal with your needs in one way or another." She smiled wanly. "I sometimes do what you've been doing, and a moment's needs are met."

"But you miss a touch... a kiss... a longer caress," he ventured as he watched Annie sip at her tea, the rim of her tea mug showing the red smear of what remained of her favourite lipstick.

"Yes, there's that... all of that in what you share with someone else." She looked back at him and gripped the hand that he again held out to her, shamelessly and instinctively. "Then one night when Tom was deeply asleep, I went down the hall to your door and peeked in. I caught you... saw what you were doing and watched. Sorry, but I couldn't help myself."

"Don't be. I was only acting out what I keep on feeling about you... feel that way now when I see how good you look in a housecoat."

"Darling... you darlin' boy." She checked what she had just said. "I... I don't mean boy, sorry."

"t's okay. Everyone knows I'm at the stage of what happens to young men. But feelings take a while to turn into action, or they do in my case. I was playing with my dick..."

"Yes, Nick, I saw that you were masturbating." Annie was seen to shudder and Nick wondered just what she had seen of him. Sometimes he failed to grab the tissues in time and rope after rope of cum would spurt from his penis and, he guessed, onto the sheet that he usually slept under on warm nights. Some might even have leaked when he turned over and lay on his side. She gripped his hand tighter. "I understand, honey... and I never guessed that you felt that way about me."

How could she forget his cock that arced out from his groin, its length and the cum she had seen shooting out in three or four spurting arcs and that he had failed to fully capture in his hands. Now they were talking at Tom's insistence, of what he had to do to save her the trouble of washing his semen-stained sheets.

"I have to ask you. Will you get through this time with my father, with Dad... with Tom?"

"I must do that. I've invested too much in our marriage to walk away now. I just need time to get through this..."

"And you need help, my help, if you want that. You... you can show me what to do and how it feels... to... to..."

"How it feels to make love to a woman and not jerk off all the time?"

"Yeah, that, to share the heat and mean it." Nick pushed back his chair and stood up, Annie rising to her feet and standing close as one hand stroked his bare chest. She stopped him from kissing her but did not resist as his hands pulled open her house coat. He gasped at the sight of her breasts that were held in a flimsy bra, her softly rounded belly hiding her panties from sight. "You have so much to touch. You... you could be with me now while we have the chance to be alone here?"

"Yes, we could get together," she admitted, "but Tom would wonder why the chores haven't been done."

"Do them, then see to me," he retorted as Nick stepped away from her and Annie covered herself once more. "I'll get on with my studies, if I can concentrate on them."

"I'll be quick, promise."

How desperate that last confession sounded, but she felt that she was falling under his spell, and the denial of Tom's attention to her only made the need for Nick even more urgent.

Nick paused. "I want you. I really want to feel you, taste you and be with you."

It sounded so simple, but she was on the cusp of doing something reckless, but necessary for both. "I'll let you prove it in a while, promise."

She had spoken in a husky voice and now rose to kiss him, to meet an almost chaste press of his lips on her mouth. Her breasts were crushed against his bare chest as she pushed her hands over his skin and embraced him, the open shirt brushing over her nipples and as she felt the press of his erection against her belly.

"Annie... Annie, make it real for me."

"I will, darling, I will."

Somehow, she had to get through the time it would take to complete her chores, knowing that a young man wanted to fuck her and she wanted that to happen, so badly. Emotion was tampering with her sanity, all of it springing quite suddenly into her thoughts and as if out of nowhere.

She was unprepared and had stepped onto an uncertain path. What an emotional tangle life could become, each of them betraying a husband and father's trust.

♥

Annie's hand trembled as she knocked on his bedroom door and waited.

"Hi," he smiled as the door was tugged open and she met his appraising stare. A silk dressing gown, cinched tight at her waist, had been changed into, and she had brushed out her hair. She looked wonderful to his young eyes and blurted out what now came to mind. "I always like the perfume you put on..."

"You'll find out where and soon, I hope."

Inexperienced as he was, Nick understood what she was saying and its brazen directness. He shrugged off his shirt as he stepped lightly to his desk and sat down, Annie's touch to his bare shoulder not distracting him from closing his laptop. Gazing up at her, he reached out, prompting her to lean in to kiss him lightly before she moved to stand between his parted legs.

"Everything will be okay, hon'... I'll show you," she said as his trembling hands tugged loose the cloth fastening of her robe and he could feast on the sight of her. "Yes, you can see all of me now... and... and, yes, you can touch me as we both want."

She felt his breath on her skin, the press of his lips to the underside of her breasts as his hands stroked over her buttocks, and she pressed against him, shivers of longing soon coursing through her body, the hint of moisture in her pussy unmistakable as her body prepared for sex.

"I dreamed about this... of seeing and touching you."

She kept him to her as the dressing was tugged away, and she stood unashamed and naked in his arms. She felt the tremble on his lips as he kissed her skin, the slow and uncertain caress of his hands to her body, from her back down over her buttocks and then over the silken smoothness of her thighs. His long and slender fingers brushed over her skin, they stopped and pressed onto her sex, instinct or what he may have seen in some porn film guiding his actions.

She felt the hard press of his penis against her and looked down to see the bulge in his shorts. He gasped as she gripped it, offered circling caresses of her hands as she kept a firm hold on him.

"Let me see you... all of you, darling Nick," she asked, breathing warmly on his parted lips as he gazed up in wonder and she felt his halting breaths on her face. "Your father rang me to say that he got through the round of golf and had to stay for a play-off..."

"So, we have time for this... for you to show me?"

She stepped away, unashamed to be seen naked, and held out her hands. "Yes, we have time. So, undress for me... I want that."

His hands trembled once more as he fumbled for the buckle of his webbing belt, then the button fastening of his chino shorts. Annie helped him, leaned in and breathe warmly on his chest as she looked down to see what they were both doing. Then, without a word, she pushed her hands under the waist band of his shorts and briefs before pushing them down his shaking legs and kneeling to do so.

"Oh Jeez, now you see how it is for me!" he exclaimed, his face reddening, as his erect penis sprung free and slapped against his flat belly before its arced out from his body. He had a raging hardon, eight or more inches and the woman, whose image he had often seen drifting before his eyes as he jerked off, was now claiming his penis in her slender-fingered hands and slowly stroking it.

"It's now or maybe never, darling," she whispered in a hoarse voice as her tongue slicked over his length and her lips closed over the domed tip of his virgin penis. "Tell me what you want from me, and I can show you."

She stood up and took slow backward steps to his bed and sat down on the edge, her legs parted and coaxed him to stand between them as her hands resumed stroking his body and then clamping on his butt cheeks. She kissed his stomach, slicked her tongue down over his length of trembling flesh, gently squeezing his nut sac as she waited for his reply.

"I want... I want you," he stammered as he gazed down into her eyes, "I want you, my beautiful stepmom, to suck my cock."

"Oh, darling Nick, think of me as a woman who cares for you, not as a stepmom," Annie moaned as she gripped his hips again and pulled him closer, Nick's hands soon in her hair as she bent to the task, her hands wrapped around his trembling prick before slow tugging strokes began. From the way that it twitched, what she did for him seemed, already, to be beyond his enduring. "Let go when you want to, hon'... don't hold back."

"I intend to hold back, not to cum... for as long as I can!"

He stood over her as her hot mouth descended over his penis and he experienced his first expertly performed blowjob; the girls he had been with, only two, novices compared to what Annie now performed on him. He leaned forward and grabbed her breasts as they brushed his thighs, deciding to tug on her hard nipples as her mouth glided up and down his shaft and his balls were squeezed slowly and rhythmically.

"Mmmm... go on!" Annie mumbled, even as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip and he tugged on her breasts, or put his hands on her head but let her set the rhythm of fellating him. "Let go if you need to!"

He had heard the mumbled call to him, the words louder as she let the domed tip pass out of her mouth and her licks and kisses were devoted to his shaft, from the tip down to the swollen sac beneath the base. He wanted to explode as she worked his sac, and he just groaned in pleasure and out of wonder that it was happening to him; the delight being brought by a woman he fixated over.

"I... I... I want to let go, but only when you're ready for that!"

Their eyes met and he bent down and kissed her, tasted himself on her lips and surrendered to the deepening open-mouthed kiss that she now sought and was so accomplished in performing. He learned how it went soon enough but the grip of her fingers, one hand around the base of his shaft, how she squeezed it so tight kept him from covering her face and wonderful breasts with his semen.

"I can feel how it is for you, darling, but not yet... hold on... don't let go... not yet! Try not to, please!"

Lust could be seen in her eyes for him and what he brought. There was an intensity and passion in the woman who knelt before him and worked his twitching penis that aroused a riot of new and wild emotions.

Every movement of the woman kneeling before him betrayed a need for sex and a raging sense of unsatisfied lust; the need to end the frustration caused by his father's denial of taking her or doing so without any emotional connection.

"Go on, I'm okay now... go on, please, Annie."

She had released his penis and instead had opened her mouth wide and moved so that she could sink down over his twitching penis, her nose rubbing the mat of pubic hair at the base of his shaft. The woman, he knew as his stepmom, was deepthroating him, something no one had ever done for him.

"You sure are beautiful... nude and horny!"

He gazed down at the woman working him, felt the brush of her breasts on his thighs and what she did now brought him to the edge. His hands were in her blonde hair as he began to slowly buck his hips in response to her mouthing of him. Wet slurping sounds merged with the rushes of sensations that felt like electric shocks pulsing through his penis. He clenched every muscle in his groin to keep from ejaculating, but the urge to do so remained.

He was fucking her mouth, and she kept his hands from claiming her breasts. But he was now in control, and she moaned in approval of what he did, instinctively, in response to her oral assault on him. The muscles in his groin tightened as he heard the wonderful slurping sound as he fucked her mouth. Who needed to be an expert in this? He went on raw instinct, young and new as he was to these ways between a man and woman. Annie would make a man of him.

Her soft moans as she worked him sent little shock waves coursing through his prick; sent pulses of longing to his nut sac and had him feeling that his body was going into an overload of uncommon pleasure; that his body, his penis and nuts, would only shutdown if he climaxed.

"I can't take anymore, Annie, if you keep on sucking my cock! I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!"

He roared, his voice rising in pitch and the sound filling the room as his penis leapt and on a cry of obscenities his balls exploded.

She almost choked on his name as she called out to him. Rope after rope of his cum jetted into her mouth and down her throat or splattered on her breasts as she finally had to pull away. She watched as his tool kept twitching, and she covered the slicked tip with her hands to capture the last spurts of his ejaculations.

"They're the first ones, are they?" she asked, rising from her crouched position to meet the kisses of gratitude that he now offered. "The first ones with a woman... with anyone?"

"Yeah, and I made a mess, again, sorry..." The woman kneeling before him and caressing his penis that was becoming flaccid far too soon, was beautiful. How could his father be denying her the action that she was so good at, even if they had not fucked as he sure wanted to do. "I'm sorry for what you're going through... you know?"

She stood up, unsteadily, and cupped his face in her hands before she kissed him. "Don't be. The moments were as good for me as they were for you. This is what I need... to have you want me in the way that you do, already."

He stood before her and was now unsure of what to do. Annie reached out to him, and they embraced, crushed their bodies against the other as they accepted what would soon follow.

"When you take me to bed and we fuck, there will be two rules that I want to play by. I know, now, how badly you want me, your penis is getting hard again, already, darling Nick..." She looked down and shivered at the sight of what he brought to her sight and touch. "Rule one is that we don't use a condom... or many... and the other is that you fill me with cum. Don't you dare try to pull out. It would only spoil it for the two of us."

He nodded but only met her look when Annie grabbed his chin and made him do so.

"I understand, but what about... you know... the chance of you getting pregnant?"

She laughed in derision as she followed him to his bed and stood over him as he sat down, his penis partially erect and twitching once more as she pressed her body against his face and he took renewed pleasure from caressing her.

She met his wondering gaze. The young guy, whom she wanted to be claimed by, now charmed her in unexpected ways. "The way I've been feeling... have been neglected... there's no chance of that. I'm also getting old... I can't stop that."

He sat up as far as he could to reclaim those wonderfully heavy breasts of hers as she pressed down on him, his hands kneading the hollows of her hips or stroked the back of her legs, down to her knees. She loved the attention of this young man upon her, his uninhibited ways with her and his eagerness to please.

"You're learning, honey... that feels so good."

"Teach me some more... take me to bed and show me how it goes."

"I will. Now go and take a shower and meet me in my room." Even as they spoke, she heard the trill of her iPhone. "Damn that thing! We don't want any interruptions."

She pulled away from him and soon found the contraption in her gown's pocket. She frowned and cursed under her breath.

"What is it?"

She hurriedly slipped on her dressing gown and cinched it tight as the call was answered,

"Tom, honey... what is it? Oh... oh, I see. Yeah, I'll expect you home earlier than you thought... yeah, I'm getting ready for tonight. I was about to take a shower when you called. Nick... oh, I haven't seen too much of him. He's been working... told me had some coursework to finish. Yeah, I'll tell him. Yeah, see you later."

Annie held out a hand and Nick was soon by her side. "We're through with what we found, I suppose?"

"Yes, he's on his way home." She said it on meeting his look, brushed her fingers over his forehead to sweep away his frown. "I'm as disappointed as you are. I needed more from our time together..."

"Let's hope we get a chance to make up for it. I'll strip the bed and change the sheets. That was where what's between us, now, all began, wasn't it?"

♥

"Wow, you look hot!" Nick laughed, though softly, as he turned in his chair to see Annie in the doorway of his study-bedroom, dressed for her night out with Tom. She had a purple satin blouse in her hand that would go with floaty black slacks that shaped her thighs and hips. But the best sight of all was how her breasts were outlined by a body-hugging thin-strapped vest. "Dad must feel spoiled to see you looking like that."

"Maybe, but he hasn't said. Your father's bringing the car round to the front of the house, so I just thought to see if you're okay. Try not to let your feelings get the better of you..."

He sighed but nodded, understanding what she was saying even if not directly. Yeah, he might well have to jerk off during the night to let all his renewed frustrations go.

"Well, I am okay, and I can say what I feel on seeing you again."

"Don't say or do anything to give us away, will you?"

Annie said it as she came to stand by his side as he sat at his desk completing another college project. The tide of passion that had washed over them had left him enervated and hungering for more. His groin ached from all that Annie had done to please them both, even if the real action had been interrupted by Tom's call.

Nick stood up as he felt her fingers offer a caress to his face before Annie leaned in to kiss his cheek. He'd spent some time under the shower as he recalled all that they had done through the course of the afternoon and had sprayed on a favourite deodorant, not the usual roll on that he used on college days.

"I've," she hesitated as the right words had to be found, "I've got to make things work out with Tom, your father... you understand that don't you?"

"Yeah, but that won't stop me from thinking of you and what we did, Annie... and was left unfinished."

She followed him as he stepped away from her. To feel the soft touch of her hands on him could so easily become unbearable to take. The memory of what had been discovered and then shared, was arousing renewed longing for the woman before him. She was impeccably made up, her clothes shaping the woman he had only begun to discover, and now she was going out with his father; a man who seemed to take for granted that she would be around and live the life that he seemed to be deciding on for the two of them.

He knew enough to realise that was not how things were meant to work for a husband and wife, father or not. He felt her touch slip away from him.

"I'd better finish getting dressed and go down to the hall. He'll wonder what's keeping me..."

Nick followed her to the door, meeting her backward glance as she then walked nimbly down the corridor, its windows looking out over the front garden and the semi-circle of gravelled driveway.

"Let me hold and touch you this last time," he asked, rushing after her, his arms soon embracing her. Annie succumbed to his touch as his hands cupped her breasts, and he pressed his lips to her throat. She reached up to maintain that touch and shuddered in response to his embrace. "I can't get enough of you and what we've done so far."

"I know, I'm there too though it's crazy and dangerous. Let me live my life with Tom but know that you'll never be far from my thoughts."

"I can't bear to think we're going to leave things where they are..."

"I know, but we may have to accept that. Wait and see, honey. Do that for me as much as yourself. You know that I care more than may be wise."

Annie's perfume hung on the air as she left him, slipping her blouse over the tank-top that had shaped her and inflamed his senses all over again. The front door clicked shut on a dull thud and silence fell on the house.

He was left alone with the memories of the time spent with her and sat on the windowsill as she watched them through the landing window as Tom greeted Annie with more than the casual greeting that had begun to be a feature of their dealings with each other. He felt an uncommon pang of jealousy to watch Tom kiss her, to offer a moment's caress to her face as he did so; something that he had not seen him do for a very long time.

"I'm a distraction for her... what's out there between them is more real."

♥

And so, it proved, or so he thought, as he toiled with what had been seen later in the night and after they had returned home. Over the ensuing days, then a week or two, he imagined Tom fucking Annie and he never getting a meaningful touch.

He wanted to go with her, so the box of tissues on his bedside table lost its contents in double quick time. But it was Annie's decision to make whether to surrender to him, to allow more than a fleeting caress in the morning whenever they were alone in the kitchen, a hand slipped under her dressing gown, and he fondled her breasts, and as Tom made ready to go to work and he had to get to college.

"The hormones sure are raging, honey," she would say at such moments and squirming to get free of his embrace and touches.

"And there's only one way that they'll be really satisfied," was his reply.

"Your father's trying... trying to make things work again between us, but it's never going to be as it once was. He doesn't seem to want that," Annie chose to admit one morning and said that she could now see a time when they could get together, only the moment had to be right and the risks manageable. "You know that I'm not going anywhere."

There was no way that they could wind the clock back to before that day in his room. Moments arose when chances were taken, at an early hour of the morning and with Tom in the shower and Annie coming into his room. They would kiss and fondle, Annie taking his penis between her legs as he dry-humped her, rubbed his erection over her pussy's lips or allowed the tip to nestle between them for a moment or two. He'd ejaculate into the tissues she held between her legs until the pleasure rediscovered had finally subsided.

She would moan in pleasure at the speed, the wantonness of it all, and his ardour. "You'll be ready and know what to do, darlin' when the moment is right."

"We'll make up for all the waiting, be sure of that Annie."

She did not doubt what had been said, not for a moment. Nick's confidence had transformed their relationship and gave her cause to worry about how she would control him, if the embers of their relationship were suddenly fanned into a raging inferno.

♥

The waiting, the emotionally sapping period of waiting ended two weeks later and when Phoebe had spent time with them for a few days free of her university studies. They acted out being a family, but once Phoebe had caught the train back to university, Annie gave voice to what she had been struggling to live and deal with where it concerned Tom.

As a senior and well-paid hospital administrator he had his share of having to deal with traumatic incidents. A chance meeting with a couple handing out leaflets had persuaded him to stop and talk to them.

"Catch us up!" Nick had laughed, little knowing that his father's meeting, when the three of them had been out strolling in a town park with its boating pool, would affect their lives so dramatically and quickly.

Annie had threaded her arm through his and made him walk a little quicker as they dodged the roller-bladers and skateboarders on the winding path.

"He's going all religious on me now, hon'... as if that helps the two of us in our marriage," she had told him, "And I'm not made that way or not as deep as he's gone."

"But you know what's right and what's not," he had smiled in reply to that. "So, are you telling me that it's affecting what you have with him?"

"Have not, hon', so I guess the time's coming when I need to be with you a whole lot more than before. We pick up where we left off some time ago..."

"Long ago, it seems and feels to me."

She'd squeezed his arm tighter and reached up to brush her fingers over his lips. "Be patient, darlin', you'll be rewarded, and I'll come alive again."

He realized then how devious his beautiful stepmother, to his uncritical eyes, could be. Even more so when Tom announced a few days ago that he was going to an evangelical conference, out of state, and would be gone for the two days of the coming weekend.

The morning was clear and bright as alarms woke them all and neither he or Annie were minded getting dressed; he in lounge pants and T-shirt, while Annie had put on the flattering short-hemmed dressing gown he loved to see her wearing.

He noticed a lightness in her step and her eyes bright.

"The coming weekend has arrived," Nick declared as the two of them stood preparing breakfast at an ungodly early hour of the morning, with Tom upstairs packing a small case.

"I won't believe that we can be together, really together, until Tom's gone. Don't hate me for saying it, will you, hon'...?"

"No, I understand though I still can't believe the changes in the man who is my father. My dear Mom wouldn't recognise him..."

"I know, and it hurts," she smiled wanly. "Make that go away for me, will you?" She clutched his hand and pressed it to her breasts as he embraced her, waiting for the coffee to brew and the toaster to pop up. "How I need what you make me feel now!"

The clumping of feet on the landing, then the stairs, made them part, Annie flicking a hand at the tumble of her hair and regaining her composure. Nick had to sit down, his lounge pants somewhat deformed by the erection that her closeness and touch had aroused.

"Thanks," Tom said as Annie handed him a cup of coffee, "I've got no time for any breakfast. I've got a plane to catch!" Tom went on cheerfully. "I'll call you while I'm away, can't be sure when that will be."

"We've got nothing planned, Tom. I'll tend all the plants and Nick has some coursework to hand in, so, I'll drive him in and we go from there. Don't fret, we'll mind the place."

"Well, okay!" Tom was clearly keen to get away. He gazed at Nick. "Mind you help out, won't you?"

"I do my bit, Dad." Nick replied on a sigh of frustration that he was still talked to, sometimes, as if he was a kid. The woman who stood beside him as they waved Tom goodbye already knew otherwise.

Annie fumbled for and then gripped his hand as they watched Tom drive away. "Now do me..."

The front door was closed on a dull thud and Nick heard the lock clicking shut and the thud of the bolts as they were pushed home. Annie was then seen to lean back against the door as she pulled loose the belt of her dressing gown before holding out her hands to him.

They fell into each other's arms and kissed hungrily, deeply, open-mouthed and for many minutes of acceptance that the moment had finally arrived, her hands stroking his back and sliding under the rim of his lounge pants and gripping his buttocks as he pressed against her and crushed Annie to him.

"We'll break the bed... you won't be able to walk after I'm through with you... so be prepared, Nick darling!" She managed to speak in between their kisses and the urgency of their caresses. "Neither of us is leaving this house for the next two days. Go upstairs and take a hot shower... then come to my bedroom. Do you hear me?"

She looked pleadingly into his eyes and Nick saw her lips trembling.

"It means that much to you, being here with me?" he asked, his hands gently caressing her neck. She nodded. Her teary eyes were bright but there was something else to be seen there. She had not spoken of it, the deep hurt that she felt because of Tom's behaviour towards her. "I'll go and shower..."

"Do that. I'll be waiting..."

She watched him go, light-footed and energetic, taking the stairs two steps at a time. He was seen to tear away his T-shirt and she shivered to see a young man's toned physique; then his shameless pushing down his lounge pants and revealing his gloriously naked body to her.

Tom was on a journey that for him was life-affirming; she was in pursuit of earthly pleasures and the affirmation of the passionate woman that she remained.

Did Tom's neglect of her, so different from all that their life together had once been, justify what she now so urgently needed from his still inexperienced son, a young man wonderfully endowed and attentive as Nick undoubtedly was?

She had to live through the moment to answer that, and every other, question.

♥

He shaved then showered, paid particular attention to his far from flaccid penis, smoothed a moisturiser into his skin and fingered out his short mop of sandy brown hair. He felt nervy, a young guy who had turned eighteen in recent days and who had claimed the attention of a forty-five-year-old woman who had already taught him so much, not least to control the urge to ejaculate when he sought relief from the frustration of knowing that she was in bed with Tom not so far away from where he lay.

But now, as he walked butt-naked to her room, he was the one to claim Annie and learn of it for real, not jerk-off alone in his bed and with images of a shapely woman drifting before his eyes.

He had a packet of condoms stowed away in his bedside drawer, but she had insisted on him not using one. Young he may be, but even he was dismayed at how much spunk he could produce, the tissues he used to catch the spurts soon soaked and the box emptying at an almost nightly frequency.

"Well, here I am," he said, somewhat nervily, his certainty and bravado of recent days now confronted with the reality of seeing her on the wide bed, Annie kneeling and smiling, her eyes widening in surprise to see his state of arousal. "I'm here for you and I see that you're expecting me."

He smiled and pointed, Annie looking down at her breasts and how erect her nipples had become. She had done as he asked and now waited for him, naked and her scent easy to breathe in.

Like him, her body glistened because of the soft sunlight of early morning coming through the net-curtained windows and the light shimmered off their moisturised skin. Annie beckoned as she continued to kneel before him, but shifting so that he stood over her and she could reach out to caress his hips as he began to slowly rock to and fro, tempting her to take his trembling penis in her hands.

"You know how this goes now, don't you, hon'? Then it will be your turn and before..."

She didn't need to say anymore. With his trembling penis erect and inches from her lips, she trailed her nails over his belly and pressed her lips to his skin, stroked his penis in long gripping tugs before her tongue slicked up and down, then swirled over the domed tip. She took him deep, sucked insistently as he groaned softly, his hands on her head just to keep her there.

"You're so ready for this... so long and hard... so full."

She sucked on his nut sac and Nick gripped her head to quicken these claims. He sucked in deep breaths of pleasure and tensed his groin muscles. Thoughts of her, and then Annie doing this, had brought him to the point of letting go.

"Fi... fi... finally you have me and we have time!" he cried out, pulling his penis out of her mouth and watching it leap to slap his belly.

"Finally, yes, finally," she whispered in reply.

Without a word, he now reached down and gripped her breasts, Annie's eyes widening in surprise at the strength of his claims upon them.

"I'm the only man in the house now and I want to love you... be loved... to fuck and for you to fuck me in return. I can't wait any longer. Sorry, I just can't."

She rose until she pressed her lips to his belly then trailed kisses up onto his chest until she met his kisses to her upturned face, her hands caressing his belly and she rocking in time with him as his penis caressed her body, slid up and down over her breastbone. She pushed her breasts together to massage and envelop him.

He groaned in pleasure and expectation of what she would do next. "How you do it for me, my first time of going with you."

She kissed his belly, sucked the domed tip of his penis into her mouth and worked him some more before she fell back onto the bed, her silken thighs parted and her hands held out, her pussy's lips glistening and pink.

"Come, taste me... then... then fuck me... make love to me in your ways or how you've imagined it would be between us. I need that and we learn from each other, darling!"

He had heard the hitches in Annie's voice and felt the urgency in the caresses that she offered as he knelt over her, between Annie's legs and she reached out once more to grasp his twitching tool.

Her words and touches were all that he needed. Remembering what he had watched studs do in videos, he eld his hard, pulsing cock in one hand while he kept his balance by leaning over her on one arm. Her hands stroked his chest and went down to her pussy, parted her pink lips and she pouted a kiss.

Aiming the engorged head at her pussy's lips, then the darker centre of her cunt, he slowly lowered his hips and pushed forward. He looked into her eyes.

"Now, I will fuck you, Annie... beautiful Annie, my first lover, but the one I want to learn from... from you alone," he whispered, giving voice to what he had thought to say if the moment ever was shared.

"Yes, darling, go on and fuck me... please!" She sounded like she was begging and lifted her hips to meet his entry, then out of impatience, she pulled on his hips. "Yes! At last you're in me!"

Nick gasped as he shafted her, and Annie's legs went around his waist. There was no holding back now. The moment of penetration and rutting had arrived. His cock head parted her lips like wet petals as he glided in and out, crashed his hips against her buttocks as the slow rocking tempo brought them on. His movements were accompanied by soft, wet, slurping sounds.

"Am I doing it right?" he asked and panting on her lips and staring into Annie's eyes.

All he could feel, and basked in, was the wonderful sensations that she aroused from working him. There was the tightness of her pussy's walls as they closed around his throbbing member; the sensations that she aroused so ragingly different from the tug of his hands, all that he had known until now.

"Oh Nick, darling!" Annie gasped, "Go slow, darling, It's been a while since I did it like this, and you have so much more energy... are so much longer than Tom."

"By a long way?" Nick teased on a panted breath.

He was amazed, and felt flattered, by what she said. No wonder her pussy's walls felt like a velvet vise, tight but working him expertly. But what did he know? This was the first time, and he began to pound into her, to crash his hips against her bum as he drove in and out.

"Can you hold on... keep it back?" she screeched, responding to his furious movements with those of her own, wrenching and easing as they coupled.

"I'm going to try... just for you!"

Annie encouraged the dip and sway of his hips, the deepening thrusts of his penis, her hands stroking his back or gripping his hips as he eased out and she rose to keep him deeply embedded in her moist and clamping heat.

Nick panted, pushed off the bed on outstretched arms so that he could gaze down at her and what they were doing. He watched as Annie's eyes fluttered over and over, her mouth opening in a silent groan of pleasure as he felt her body shudder, a small spasm in her cunt feeling different from what had gone before.

"Nick... Nick... darling!"

Her fingers dug into his back and her lips pressed against his throat as she shuddered, stifling her cries as she was overwhelmed by the intensity of an orgasm.

"I did that for you?" he asked in amazement.

"Yes... yes," she confessed on hot breaths and sighed deeply. "You've made me climax... I've had an orgasm. Wow, that felt so good."

Her body kept moving under him, slowly and certainly, but he wanted to bask in the moment a while longer. "It felt good... you needed that?"

"Yes, darling... yes." She arched her back and laughed while she clung to him, oblivious to Nick pressing his face to her breasts, tugging on her nipples as he did so. "You've just made your stepmother come. Go on, fuck your stepmother really good and deep, darlin'... go on" she encouraged on groans of pleasure as they began to couple feverishly. "Don't hold back, not anymore. We have all day and night to love... go quickly but carefully. You have so much, wet as I am."

With only half of cock inside her tight tunnel, he began to rock his hips and pound deeply into her as Annie resumed her clamping tugs on his penis. Her pussy dripped, made his penetration easier and he acted on wild instincts. He drove in and out, made Annie cling to him, and to be lifted off the bed as she gripped his neck with hands clamped and they coupled.

"Oh shit" Annie grunted as his pelvis came down on hers, the entire length of his penis now enveloped in her moist and wrenching heat. Her grip tightened on his ass, holding him in place, Annie now deciding the tempo, the ferocity of their first time together. "Don't move!"

Annies's gasp and command made him react as she asked. He could feel her hips grind in slow circles under him, as her mound pressed against my belly and his balls gently slapped against her buttocks. Rhythmic waves pulsed along her fiercely gripping pussy's walls as she wanted him to love her to what felt like a standstill, to a shattering and final orgasm.

"Oh Nick, darlin'... go on!" Annie cried out as they fought each other to gain supremacy over what was happening. "You've got me there again! I want... I'm going to..."

"Go on... I'm nearly there too!" he called out in reply, watching as Annie's eyes rolled back and she succumbed to the rushes of renewed pleasure.

"Nick... Nick!" Annie screeched as her entire body jerked under him. She stopped moving as a swamp of fluids gushed out to soak his cock and balls, and then slowly run down the crack of her ass to drench the sheet under her.

"Wow!" Annie whispered, as her eyes refocused on his face. "Are you sure you're a virgin?" she asked.

"I was until a moment ago," h smiled back. "Why?"

"Because you have already made me cum twice" she told him. "Yet, you haven't even started loving me."

In response to that, and dismayed at the control he had managed, he pulled slowly back until just the head of his cock rested inside her. Hovering over her, he locked eye s with Annie and was glad to have watched some porn movies so that he knew what to do.

"Like this... I'm going to do it now, Annie," he told her as his body began to dip and rock as he let his weight fall on her and only his hips and penis took her. He rested on his elbows, bore his weight down hard and energetically plumbed her as Annie held his sides, nibbled kisses to his throat or panted in his ears.

His penis sluiced over her pussy's walls as he drove in deep. Annie's legs shot out and then wrapped around his waist once more as her nails dug painfully into his ass cheeks. He felt another gush of warm fluids wash his balls as her third orgasm ripped through her receptive body.

"Yes!" he yelled as his penis jerked and he erupted, his call answered by Annie's scream and the frenzied clamping of her pussy's walls as she began to milk him of all that he had. "Waste me... take it all from me! I love what you're doing to me... keep on. I can... and... and if you will!"

"Yes, I can... I can... I want to!" Annie chanted as he kept pounding into her, even as he had shot his load. "Fuck me... fuck me... love me... do it all for me, darling!"

Nick was unsure if Annie had been aware of the obscenities she had been calling out to him, but they helped and described just what they were doing in finding each other.

"I'll try, but I've not done this before... but I'll learn from you."

"You'll wreck me over the next two days, then, won't you?"

He laughed and they looked into each other's eyes before they kissed, gasped for breath as the rhythm of their coupling was resumed, his flaccid length still gripped by her pussy's muscles.

"Oh... oh, what are you doing to me?" Annie's eyes grew huge and her embrace upon him tightened, her arms around his neck and her legs now locked behind his back. "Again... you've made me come again!"

All he could do was move slowly in her. He felt wasted. His prick felt as if it had almost been torn from his body. It throbbed and he now realised that the searing rushes of his semen had taken their toll on him. He watched as Annie collapsed into a quivering mass under him. Her body was continuously jerking and spasming. Her hands slid up his back to the sides of his face. She kissed him and could not stop.

"My stepson made a wreck of me, and we haven't even started to learn of each other like this." Annie's lust filled voice, her breaths, wafted over his flushed face.

"And you'll break me. Was it like this with Tom... long ago?"

"No, with everyone you love it's different, hon'... and with you, seeing it's your first time, it's special."

He finally eased out of her and lay back on the bed, Annie moving to rest her head on his chest. She stroked his flaccid length, shivered as she recalled what it had felt like to capture the many ropes of cum he had expelled so lustfully into her and that she had wanted of him, demanded even.

"I'm no longer a virgin, I guess," he smiled and looking into her eyes as Annie rested on his chest, her chin on folded arms and as he lay between her legs, their groins in full and clammy contact.

"No, you're not" Annie answered, "and what we've done has made me hungry... for food ad not sex. That will come later..."

"Ha ha!"

She pushed a hand between them and gripped his penis. "You can't be hard again..."

"Want to find out?"

"No, not yet. Breakfast I said!" Laughing she rolled off him and got out of his reach, grabbing her silken dressing gown as she went to the bathroom door. "Clean up, put something on and be with me!"

Nick lazed on the bed, fully exposed to her gaze. He didn't want to get up, yet, and looking at his watch he saw that they had been at it for just over an hour.

"I'm coming," he called out to her.

Annie stood at the bedroom door, looking flushed and beautiful, her hair brushed out and her short-hemmed dressing gown revealing shapely legs, the roundness of her breasts and the soft swell of her tummy. All of them ached, but she loved the reason why and would not stop form repeating the magic and destructive passion discovered with Nick.

"I heard you and what we've found was fantastic," Annie whispered softly, "and it will be again. No one will interrupt us."

Somehow, she had to find a way through and back to what had once been an ordered life. Nick would remain a part of it. But discovering his exuberance for loving, and his lust for her, would have to be loved through as she found a way to live her life with Tom.

Selfish it might be, but she needed time to mend.

♥

TWO MONTHS LATER

Tom shook her gently, touched Annie's shoulder as she dozed.

"I brought you some breakfast, sleepy head."

"Thanks, but I'm not sure I'm up to eating anything." Annie moved and allowed Tom to arrange the pillows behind her head before she settled back. "Is there any sign of that son of yours?"

"No, he left early this morning for a camping trip with friends from college. Don't you remember, we talked about it last night?"

"Yeah, so we did." Annie grimaced as she sipped on the glass of orange juice Tom had brought for her, along with two slices of toast and a pot of her favourite jam. One bite was enough and she spluttered, covered her mouth with one hand. "Take the tray, I'm going to be sick!"

Stumbling away, and with her nightdress slipping down over her thighs, she just managed to reach their bathroom before she vomited into the toilet pan.

"Hey darling. My breakfast can't be that bad."

"No," she replied hoarsely as her head swam, and she felt uncommonly dizzy. A hand flailed behind her back and Tom had the sense to give her some tissues. "Oh God... oh God!"

"What's happening?"

"I didn't believe it, at first, but now I know. I'm pregnant! Pregnant, even after all that you and I have been through lately, Tom. It's what you might call divine intervention!"

She turned away from him and, stumbling into their bedroom, she collapsed crying onto the carpeted floor.

Two men were now her lovers, of unequal intensity, but who was the father?

♥