Step Mother Surprise

I never really knew my father but over the years I made my own mind up about him. I was four years old when he walked out on me and my mother. I didn't understand the reason why but what I did know was, I was really upset. My mother was fantastic and not once did she say anything bad about my father. To be fair I was the one who was critical about him as over the years he spent months not answering my text messages and I lost count of the times I cried because of broken promises.

I was six when he remarried... And was around nine years old when I heard he got divorced...! was eleven when he married again and I gained yet another step mother. For a while things were great. I spent more time with my father and step mother and for the first time was getting to know him.

I found out he was motivated by money and it was something he was very good at getting. He was undoubtedly wealthy as his house was huge and he had a collection of cars. For a few years things were ok... but then out of the blue his third wife walked out on him accusing him of cheating on her.

I was seventeen when my father introduced me to Carla... To say I was shocked was an understatement as she was half my father's age at just twenty four years old. She was Swedish and gorgeous and had a smile that left an engrained image deep in my mind.

I was honoured when my father asked me to be best man at his wedding, albeit his fourth wedding. He vowed it would be his last as Carla was everything he ever wanted.

So at the wedding I stood up in front of a hundred and fifty wedding guests and lied. I couldn't exactly tell the truth and say what a rotten father he'd been and of course I couldn't mention what everyone knew anyway. He was a crap husband and marrying a woman half his age was never going to last, still, the day went well and the occasion did make me feel that my father loved me.

Then when I left school at eighteen I got the shock of my life. My father told me he would pay for me to go to university and buy me a car. I felt conflicted as over the years he'd ignored the fact that my mother had struggled to look after me and worked two jobs to make ends meet. I accepted his offer.

Now at the age of eighteen I was getting to know what a father son relationship was actually like. We went to football and cricket matches and finally started to build a bond between us. He even invited me to join him and Carla for meals and drinks.

Then after completing my first year at Uni I had to find accommodation off campus. I found a nice one bedroom flat not far from the uni but I couldn't move in until the start of the new academic year which was nine weeks away. I had two options, either go home and spend the summer with my mother or move in with my girlfriend. Neither option was great as my mother couldn't afford to look after me, and my girlfriend... well, we both agreed we were only together for sex as quite often if we met up to go out for a drink we'd end up arguing... and then have sex.

Thankfully after speaking to my father he came up with a much better offer. He suggested I could move in with him and Carla until the flat became available and also I could earn some money by helping out at his office over the summer...

It was a no brainer as I could earn money while not having to pay out for anything, and plus, I would be living in a large six bedroom house with a gym and a sauna.

I had a choice of what bedroom I wanted. My father mentioned that I could turn one of the other bedrooms into a lounge so I could chill out alone. I took that as he didn't really want me to interrupt him and Carla.

So... I moved in with my father and Carla... and initially it was great... much to the dismay of my father. He didn't say anything but I had an idea he wasn't keen on Carla cooking for me. I certainly didn't mind and to make things even better seeing her walking around the house in skimpy dresses and tight leggings was a real delight...

I'd only been there for a few days when I started to notice things weren't great between Carla and my father... to say things were a little frosty would have been an understatement and I couldn't help think that maybe I was the reason they were arguing. Although, I also had thoughts the twenty four year age gap between them was starting to show. The other thing that bothered me was that Carla was so damn gorgeous, both in looks and personality that it was plainly obvious to everyone she could do so much better than my father, which bought me to the conclusion she was only with him for his money. 'Money grabbing bitch' sprang to mind but when I stopped and thought about it, I had to accept my father was as much to blame. He had an eye for the ladies and that was evident every time I went out with him as he'd ogle anything in a skirt and given half a chance, he'd flirt with them.

After a week of living there I was at the stage of not wanting to have dinner with them as you could cut the tension between them with a knife. There was obviously something wrong and I was just days away from finding out why...

My father had bought two season tickets for the cricket where our seats were next to each other, but on this occasion, he told me I'd have to sit a few rows down from my usual seat as he wanted to sit with someone for business purposes. Looking back up the terraces I saw he was chatting to a woman and I was sure I recognised her from my father's office. The following day I did some investigation and found her name was Thelma Brooks and she worked in the marketing department. She was tall, buxom and wore tight figure hugging clothes that did little to conceal she was wearing stockings and suspenders underneath.

Two days later I got the shock of my life. I was working on a report for my father and I needed to talk to him about something. I went to his office and saw the door was closed... now I wasn't aware of the office protocol and that was if his door was shut you had to leave a message with his secretary. I got to the door, knocked and then opened the door. My father was leaning back on the edge of his desk, his trousers around his ankles and Thelma Brooks on her knees in front of him... The look on their faces was one of panic... and even more so for Thelma who clearly had streaks of cum over her face. I shut the door and went back to my desk.

I was struggling to comprehend what the hell my father was up to. Divorced three times and now married to a young gorgeous blond Swedish bombshell and still he had to fool around with someone else... there had to be something wrong with him!

It didn't take much working out that every Wednesday my father spent the night away on business, supposedly visiting the other offices around the country. It was more likely he spent that time shagging other women. I started to feel sorry for Carla.

There were just three weeks left before the start of the new academic year and I'd move out of my father's house... I would be glad to leave but I would miss seeing Carla, who I had to admit had given me quite a bit of 'mind fuel' for some great masturbation sessions!

It was a Wednesday and a day when my father was away... I got home from the office and as I walked up the driveway I saw Carla's car... the side passenger door was crunched and the door mirror was hanging by wires.

I entered the house and saw Carla in the kitchen. Clearly, she was upset, her face was wet where she'd been crying. "What happened?" I asked.

"It was my fault, I pulled out in front of someone." She started to sob.

"Are you ok, is anyone hurt?" I asked.

"No... no... everyone is fine." She replied.

"Well... it's only a car and that can be repaired." I said hoping she would stop her crying.

"I'm so stupid." She said. "I didn't even look."

"Accidents happen." I said and wished I was better in situations like this.

She looked down at the floor, her shoulders shuddering as she continued to sob.

I really didn't know what to say or do... I suppose the only thing I could relate to was when I was a small boy and when I was upset and my mother used to give me a hug... I went over to her and put my arm around her. "No one's been hurt and that's the main thing." I said softly.

"I know but I still feel bad." She looked up at me. "Thank you." She wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me back.

Clearly her tear soaked face and the knowledge she was upset should have taken the edge off my emotions... but... nope... Feeling her body close to mine, her breasts pressing into my chest was distracting. I released her and went to step back... she pulled me in closer, her thigh rubbing against my groin. "Could I ask a favour?" She said.

"Yes of course."

"Could you help me fill out the insurance forms?"

"Sure... no problem at all." I said.

"Thank you." She said and let go of me. "I need something to drink... would you like a glass of wine?" She asked.

"Yes." I replied and don't know why I said that as I really wasn't keen on wine.

"Maybe we should order in a pizza." She suggested.

"Sounds great to me." I agreed.

We sat at the breakfast bar sipping wine while filling out the online insurance forms.

The pizza arrived just as we finalised the forms... She opened another bottle of wine... We sat there chatting about her life in Sweden and I got the impression she'd had a very privileged upbringing.

After pouring the last of the second bottle of wine I was feeling decidedly pissed... I wasn't used to drinking wine. "Thanks for the pizza and the wine... I'd better go as I need to write a pre term paper." I said.

"Please stay... maybe we could watch a movie." She pleaded. "I don't want to be alone."

I nodded... "A movie sounds great."

We went into the lounge where I sat down on the sofa whilst Carla went to the DVD cabinet to grab a movie... Now I should have looked away but simply couldn't... she was bending over slightly which gave me a great view of her legs and I so wanted to lower my head and try and look up her dress.

She held three DVD's up and asked me to choose one... for the life of me I had no idea what they were as my mind was still occupied with the lovely sight of her arse.

"You choose." I said.

She started the film and came and sat on the sofa at the far end to where I was sitting, she then bought her legs up and relaxed into the arm of the sofa.

I struggled to get into the movie as I couldn't stop thinking what a complete arse my father was. Carla was simply gorgeous and if I was with her there was no way I'd be cheating with anyone else.

About half an hour later I glanced over at Carla... her head was resting on the arm of the sofa and her eyes were shut... she'd fallen asleep. I took the opportunity to look at her. She was achingly pretty and had what I can only describe as a perfect sexy body. In the past I'd preferred women with large breasts and a butt that you could get hold of... very much like my girlfriend... but sitting there staring at Carla I couldn't help but lust after her slimer but still curvy figure.

I was ogling her delightful legs when she moved... I quickly looked at her face... her eyes were open and she was smiling... it was the type of smile that told me I'd been caught leering at her.

"Sorry I fell asleep." She said and then sat up whilst rubbing her neck. "Oh... I feel so stiff... I really can't lay on my left side." She was now sitting upright... she then reached out for a pillow and held it up. "Mind if I lay your side?" She asked.

"Not at all." I went to get up.

"No stay there." She said... I wasn't sure what she was about to do... that was until she placed the pillow in my lap and then slid along and laid down, her head now resting on the pillow.

I looked down and was literally rendered speechless and it wasn't just because of what she'd done. I could partly see down the top of her dress and the sight was pure eroticism... She was wearing a white bra which only just contained her pert breasts... my attention was firmly on a dark pink nipple just peeking from the lacy cup. Needless to say, my head was pointing towards the television but I was peeking from the corners of my eyes and totally focused on the view down her top. I was so very glad there was a thick cushion between her head and my rapidly swelling cock.

I tried concentrating on the movie but couldn't...

Carla moved... she sighed... I looked down and saw she again had her eyes shut... That didn't help me at all as I knew I could now leer at the body to my heart's content...

Her breathing became laboured and I assumed she was now fully asleep... I was mistaken as she moved again... this time she bought her arm up and placed her hand under her head. It was then I wondered if she could feel my boner through that cushion.

She sighed and moved again... her arm moved... her hand slid from under her head... I panicked as she slid her hand under the cushion. At that point I stopped breathing as I could feel the back of her hand slide over my hard cock... and unless she was very much asleep, she would clearly feel I had an erection.

For a brief second her hand stopped moving... another second passed... I was studying her face... Her eyes opened... another second passed... she slowly slid her hand from under the cushion and then sat up. She was looking down and then reached for the cushion... There was nothing I could do as she pulled the pillow aside...

She stared... the silence was awkward... I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me... She looked away... "I think I'd better go to bed." She said.

"Yeah me too." I agreed.

She looked at the television. "But you'll miss the end of the film."

"I wasn't really watching it." I said lamely.

She glanced back into my lap and then looked me in the eye. "Thank you for helping me with the insurance form and..." She looked back into my lap... "I owe you one."

She then grabbed the television remote control and turned off the television...

"Goodnight." She said and stood up and left the room.

"Goodnight." I said and watched her walk away...

I turned off the lights and then went upstairs to the bathroom... I grabbed my toothbrush and loaded it with toothpaste... As I brushed my teeth my mind wandered back to the gorgeous sight of her firm breasts... needless to say my cock was semi hard and getting harder by the second. I was just about to spit out the tooth paste when I noticed something in the mirror... Carla had come into the bathroom.

"Sorry to bother you." She said. "But there's something I need to do."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Just stand there and continue to brush your teeth." She said and then came and stood behind me.

I hadn't a clue what she was going to do... that was until she reached around me and undid the button on my trousers. I looked down and watched as she lowered the zip and then slipped her hand into my briefs. She pulled my cock out and slowly stroked up and down. "I want to thank you for helping me." She said.

I just stood there watching her hand rub my cock and with each stroke she got faster. I couldn't believe what was happening and kept looking in the mirror checking if it was really her standing behind me and wanking me off... Seeing her pretty face and feeling her firm grip on my cock was taking its toll and I was getting close to the point of no return...

I shut my eyes, clenched my buttocks... I was doing my utmost to stop coming and to prolong the building tingling in my cock and balls. Carla seemed to know I was struggling and increased her grip and speed... I couldn't hold on any longer and let go... the orgasm gripped me, my legs locked, my cock jerked and pumped cum as she continued to quickly stroke me.

I sighed as the pleasure waned... She stopped wanking me and then looked over my shoulder and down at my cock... Cum was splattered over my trousers, the basin and her hand. She let go of my cock... "Once again thank you for helping me." She turned away and left the bathroom.

It took me ages to get to sleep... and I only managed to drift off after I masturbated and made myself come.

In the morning I went downstairs and saw Carla had gone out. An hour later my father returned home. He looked shattered and I had an idea it was because he'd been shagging all night long.

The next few days were awkward as every time I looked at Carla I was reminded how she'd wanked me off... and that caused my cock to swell.

The week flew by and it was again a Wednesday and my father would be away... I hadn't got a clue what would happen or even if Carla and I would talk about what she'd done, all I knew was that I really wanted to take hold of her and kiss her... actually that's a lie... My thoughts were far more sinister than that.

I got in from work and was greeted with the delightful smell of something cooking. I went into the kitchen and saw Carla standing there with a mixing bowl... her hand was whisking what looked like eggs and cream... the movement of her wrist reminded me of how she'd tossed me off...

"What are you cooking?" I asked.

"I'm attempting to make a traditional Swedish stew and for dessert a rich chocolate brownie... my nans recipe." She said.

"Sounds great and smells delicious." I said.

"Could you open a bottle of wine please?" She asked.

"Sure..." I went over to the wine rack and grabbed a bottle and then turned and looked at Carla. It was then I saw what she was wearing. I'd previously seen her from the front and all I saw was an apron... from the back I saw what was possibly the shortest dress she'd ever worn... I could almost see the cheeks of her arse. As I opened the bottle of wine my mind raced with what might happen later... needless to say my cock started to swell.

By the time I'd poured two glasses of wine there was no hiding the fact I was fully hard and I was sure Carla had noticed.

Three quarters of an hour later and yet another bottle of wine opened, dinner was ready. I sat at the table as Carla dished up... she then removed the apron and walked over to the table carrying two plates. My mouth dried instantly as my eyes feasted on the short wrap around dress she was wearing. I had an idea she wasn't wearing a bra as her breasts delightfully jiggled as she walked. Once again, I was nursing a boner.

The food was delicious and as we ate we opened a third bottle of wine.

"I'll clear up in the morning." She said... "Would you like to watch a movie?"

"Very much so." I replied and had my fingers crossed we wouldn't actually watch anything.

In the lounge Carla chose a DVD and got the film playing. She sat down close to me... the hem of her dress only just about covering the tops of her thighs. I wondered if she was wearing knickers.

The film started and I sensed she wasn't watching the movie as out of the corner of my eye I was sure she kept looking down into my lap. Half an hour later she grabbed a cushion... "Is it ok if I lay down on you."

"Sure." I said.

She placed the cushion on my lap and then swung her legs up onto the sofa and laid her head on the cushion. My heart beat doubled in an instant as just looking out of the corners of my eyes I could see down her dress, and sure enough she wasn't wearing a bra... I had a great view of a dark pink nipple. My cock sprang to attention.

Ten minutes later Carla started to squirm as if she wasn't comfortable... "Mind if I remove the cushion as it's a bit too high and my neck is aching?" She said.

"You can but it might not be as comfortable." I replied.

She sat up, a slight grin appeared on her face as she pulled the cushion away... her grin widened as she looked into my lap. She then lowered, her head resting on my left thigh... her hand just a little lower.

My pulse was racing, my cock throbbing, and my mind was willing her to touch me... And about a minute later my wish was granted. Slowly her hand started to move up my thigh. She then moved her head so it was directly over my hard cock... her fingers easing closer to my balls.

I wanted to reach down and slide my hand into her dress and cup her breasts but I didn't want to distract her as I could feel her fumbling with the button on my trousers... With the button now undone and the zipper partly lowered she sat up and looked at me... She looked so damn sexy... I wanted to grab hold of her and kiss her.

She didn't say anything and just slid off the sofa and then positioned herself between my legs. Reaching out and grabbing the waist band of my trousers I knew what she wanted to do and raised my hips allowing her to pull them and my briefs down in one go. She didn't stop and pulled them off altogether and all the while remaining focused on my hard cock. Next, she knelt up and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt... I was now naked... I laid back... and relished the sight of her hands working my cock and balls... it was obvious she was skilled and knew how to please... and then it got better as she lowered her head and licked and kissed every inch of my cock and balls... by the time her lips wrapped around the head of my cock I was struggling and so very close to filling her mouth with cum... I pushed her head away.

She looked up at me and smiled. "Close are we?"

I didn't answer and leant forward and pulled her up onto the sofa... I then pushed her onto her back and pulled the hem of her dress up... She wasn't wearing panties... her pubic area shaved and smooth. Ever since she started to undo my trousers I'd been thinking about getting my head between her legs... and that's exactly what I was going to do. I grabbed hold of one of her legs and pulled it up and to the side... Her pussy opened like a blooming flower, her inner folds glistening with excitement. I lowered and eased my head closer to her sex... she gasped as my tongue lashed over her labia... she moaned as my upper lip brushed her engorged clit, and then as I eased a finger into her pussy she writhed and pushed down wanting me to penetrate her deeper. I reached up and cupped her left breast... she pulled her dress open allowing me full access to her delightful tits. As I licked, sucked and fingered her I had to slow down... my excitement was such that I was more interested in tasting and playing with her than concentrating on what was making her moan and writhe... My new found focus worked as she started to buck against me... her breathing became ragged... her fingers grabbing my hair and pulling my face harder into her pussy. Then all of a sudden her whole body froze... she moaned through gritted teeth... I could feel the inner walls of her pussy convulsing against my finger. I stayed still enjoying feeling her body succumb to pleasure... A few seconds later she relaxed and sighed contentedly. I looked up at her... she opened her eyes, a slight smile on her face... "I want you to fuck me." She said.

"I won't last very long, I'm very excited." I had to tell her the truth.

"I am as well." She replied.

I sat up and then kneeled on the sofa... she pulled her dress apart exposing herself fully to me... The sight in front of me was one of womanly perfection. I eased between her thighs, she bought her knees up... I eased forward some more... she reached down and grabbed hold of my cock and pulled... she was eager to have my cock inside her and I wasn't going to disappoint. We sighed in unison as my cock breached her entrance... the warmth, tightness and the thought I was about to fuck the most beautiful woman I'd ever met wasn't helping the quickly rising excitement growing deep within me. I slid in deeper... she raised her hips wanting all of my cock inside her... Our bodies met... my cock deep inside her... I withdrew and then slowly got into a rhythm of thrusting in and out.

I had my eyes shut, my thoughts struggling as I desperately tried to think of anything other than what I was doing... problem was my cock was sensitive, which was hardly surprising as she'd given me the best blow job I'd ever experienced... I had to somehow hold on and make her come before I did. It was no use I had to take evasive action and pulled out of her and then tightly squeezed the head of my cock hoping to desensitise it.

She looked down and saw what I was doing... "Are you coming?" She asked.

"I'm trying not to." I said breathlessly.

"Do you want to stop and rest?" She asked.

"Just for a minute or two." I knelt up and then turned and sat down. Carla sat up and then stood up and removed her dress. She looked down at me and I could tell she had something on her mind. "Sit back." She said.

I did as she asked and then watched as she straddled me... She grabbed my cock and then lowered down onto me... she obviously ignored what I said about needing a minute or two to compose myself.

She didn't waste time and was quickly rocking back and forth on my cock... her breasts delightfully jiggled as she moved... well they did until I grabbed them and sucked and licked her nipples. Once again, I was struggling as the feeling of ejaculation built... I was praying she'd come first and it was a prayer that thankfully got answered... she ground down onto me... her body tense and rigid... that was apart from her thigh muscles and tummy... they were trembling as wave after wave of pleasure gripped her. This time it seemed her orgasm lasted longer... ten, maybe even fifteen seconds... She then relaxed and opened her eyes... "Have you come?" She asked.

I shook my head.

She raised herself off me and then slid down between my legs... her warm cosseting mouth encompassed my cock, one hand stroking me, the other cupping my balls... It was too much... "I'm going to cum?" I said urgently.

She pulled her head back and stroked the full length of my cock... cum erupted from me in thick spurts... She giggled as she watched my cock twitching and pumping cum until just dribbles seeped from the tip and ran down over her fingers.

She looked at me and smiled... I was about to thank her but was distracted as she placed a cum soaked finger into her mouth and sucked...

"Wow... you are so damn sexy." I said.

She removed her finger and with a smile on her face she lowered her head and licked and sucked the head of my softening cock. After doing a great job of licking me clean she got up and then held out her hand. "Want to spend the night with me?" She asked.

I nodded...

She led me into her bedroom... it was then I realised what I'd done... I'd fucked my father's wife... my step mother. I looked around the room and on the bedside cabinet was a photo frame... the picture was of me and my father together. I froze...

"Are you ok?" Carla asked.

I shook my head. "No... sorry I can't sleep in my father's bed."

She nodded. "I understand."

I turned and walked out of the room and went to my bedroom. I stood in the middle of the room trying to make sense of what I'd done... I turned and looked towards the doorway... Even though I felt awful I really wanted Carla to come and join me in my room... she didn't.

The following morning was awkward... My father had got home early and I was worried he'd see the pile of clothes we'd left in the lounge... I later found out Carla had cleared up last night.

The week ahead was hell... I felt guilty and vowed not to have sex with her again... The temptation would lessen as in just a few days time I would be moving out and into my flat... problem was I had one more Wednesday to go before I left.

I kept out of the way of Carla and my father making the excuse I had to prepare for the start of term. Even hiding away in my bedroom I could hear them argue and with each passing day it seemed they were raising their voices even more... I had a nasty feeling my father would be divorcing for the fourth time and maybe... Thelma Brooks would become his fifth wife!

It was my last Wednesday at the house and knowing my father was away I thought about asking my girlfriend if I could stay with her for the night... I maybe should have been quicker because just before lunch my girlfriend called me and said we were finished... I couldn't really blame her as since I'd had sex with Carla I hadn't even phoned her...

So, after work and with no other option, I made my way back to my father's house. I opened the front door and was relieved I couldn't smell anything cooking... I slipped my shoes off and made my way to the stairs with good intentions of going to my room and staying there all night. I got half way across the hall when I heard a loud clang come from the kitchen. I hesitated and looked at the doorway... I took a deep breath and made my way to the kitchen. "Is everything ok? I shouted out. There was no response... I went into the kitchen and froze... Carla was standing there staring back at me... she was wearing stockings and suspenders and a quarter cut bra where her nipples peeked over the top and even from where I was standing, I could see they were hard and erect.

"I want you to bend me over and fuck me hard and fast." She said and then walked over to the breakfast bar and turned her back on me... she then hooked her fingers into her knickers and pulled them down.

I was stunned and then stunned some more as she kicked her panties off and then leaned over exposing her pussy to me.

Now... in the time it took me to walk over to her and undo my trousers my cock was hard and ready... As I held my cock in one hand, I slid my fingers of my other hand over her slit... she was wet... very wet. My cock slipped into her with ease and after grabbing her hips I did exactly what she wanted... I fucked her hard and fast. I kept going even though she was struggling to stay on her feet... twice she screamed out and I hoped it was because she was coming. I was doing well and not even close to coming... the lack of foreplay working to my advantage.

The one thing I did lack though, was fitness... after fucking her hard and fast for a good few minutes I was knackered and thankfully, so was she... she reached behind her and pushed me away. I was gasping for breath and hoping for a rest but she had other ideas. She led me across the kitchen and then leant back against the wall... "Fuck me standing up." She pulled me closer.

I placed my feet between hers and then guided my cock into her pussy... Because of the angle I couldn't get more than half the length of my cock into her... that was until I grabbed one of her legs and raised it. It was a position that she obviously liked as she breathlessly told me not to stop. Slowly but surely I was getting my strength back and I grabbed her other leg and lifted her off the ground, my cock still embedded inside her. She moaned loudly as I bounced her up and down on my cock... she shouted out she was coming... I felt like I was a super stud as I'd never given any woman so many orgasms.

Once again my fitness failed me... my arms ached, my legs were about to crumple beneath me. I had to lower her down...

"Lay on the floor." She said... "Time for me to do the work."

I gladly did as she asked and laid there as she rode me like a woman demented... she gritted her teeth, clenched her fists and on my reckoning came at least another two times.

By now I was knackered... I'd never fucked for so long and that had taken its toll on my cock... it actually felt numb.

Carla got off me and looked at my cock... she smiled... it was a smile that told me she was far from finished with me.

"Let's go to your bedroom... I've got a surprise for you." She said.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Come on... I'll show you."

I followed her up the stairs... my focus was on her arse and quite clearly I could see how wet and slippery her thighs were... there was no doubt she wanted more.

I entered the bedroom and in the middle of the bed was a bottle. "What's that?" I asked.

"It's lubrication."

Her answer puzzled me as it was clear to me she didn't need any help with that.

She saw I was confused... "Have you ever had anal sex?" She asked.

I shook my head.

"Want to fuck me up the arse?"

I gleefully nodded...

"Great... let's get lubed up."

I was almost in a trance as she liberally coated my cock with lube and then got me to lay on my back...

As she lowered down onto me I had a great view of her pussy and anus and had doubts her small puckered hole would be able to take the thick bulbous head of my cock. It looked so very tight... it was tight... She lowered down... The bell end of my cock breached the tight entrance and then disappeared into her. I looked at her face... she looked concentrated and almost like she was in pain... More of my cock disappeared into her... the tightness around the head of my cock eased but where the entrance to her anus was gripping the shaft of my cock it felt like a gripping band... She continued to lower, my eyes wide as I saw the whole length of my cock disappear into her. She started to rise and fall... It was almost surreal as I could see her vacant pussy... her breasts heaving up and down and my cock sliding in and out of her arse. It wasn't long before her breathing changed... and then as she inserted two fingers into her pussy and started to fuck herself. I was mesmerised as I watched her slowly but surely bring herself to orgasm. She then collapsed on top of me... I could sense she was spent... slowly she lifted herself off my cock and laid beside me.

"You really have got a lot of stamina." She said while looking down at my still hard cock. "Most guys would have come long before now."

I didn't have the heart to tell her my cock was numb and I could barely feel it that alone get close to coming.

"Want to try something new?" She said.

"Yeah ok." I said.

"That's assuming you haven't done this before." She said.

"What are you suggesting?" I asked.

She grinned... "A little experiment."

"What kind of experiment?" I asked.

"I need to make you come first and then I'll show you." She said.

"That sounds like a good plan." I said.

She knelt up and grabbed the bottle of lube. She then coated her hands and squirted a dollop onto my cock and balls... She then rubbed and massaged me... I had an idea I was going to enjoy this.

I laid back and shut my eyes lapping up her slippery hands and warm mouth... it wasn't long before I felt the first signs of rising excitement. I tried to hold back as I loved the feeling just before I came... problem was Carla's slippery fingers and her flicking tongue was too much. I clenched and raised my hips... I was emersed into a world of orgasmic pleasure... problem was it never lasted very long.

I laid there enjoying the warmth and afterglow of having a wonderful orgasm... I opened my eyes to see Carla was again lubing up her fingers. I assumed she was going to play with herself but that changed as she knelt between my legs.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm about to give you the best orgasm of your life." She replied.

"But... I'll need about twenty minutes at least." I said.

She shook her head... "Bring your legs up."

"Why?"

"Trust me you're going to enjoy this. Now raise your legs."

I did as she said and instantly regretted it as she wiped a lubricated finger over my arse hole. "You're not going to..." I didn't get to finish... she pushed her finger into me. "Woah..." I exclaimed and was about to tell her to remove her finger but something stopped me... and that was the unusual but pleasant feeling of her finger inside me.

"Trust me if this works, you'll want this time and time again." She said.

I looked at her... it all seemed a bit weird... she actually seemed to be enjoying reaming my arse with her finger.

"Lay back and concentrate on what I'm doing?" She said.

I put my head back and tried relaxing... it was a strange feeling and although ok I couldn't agree with her about wanting to try this again. I could feel her finger rhythmically moving inside me and It was pleasant but I doubted it would get better any time soon... I was about to tell her I wasn't getting much out of this when suddenly it felt like my bladder was full to bursting... "Carla... please stop I really need to pee."

"Just relax." She said and increased the speed of her wiggling finger...

"No please I'm going to soak the both of us..." I was desperately holding back.

"Just relax and let go." She said.

There was nothing more I could do... my body relaxed and... my world was consumed with intense pleasure... my abdomen, tummy, arms, legs, toes and even my lips were tingling with an intensity I'd never experienced before, and not only that it seemed never ending... I was aware I was thrashing about... the moans were involuntary...

Slowly the feeling faded... I was in a daze and wasn't sure if I'd been dreaming or it actually happened... I opened my eyes and saw Carla smiling at me.

"You came really hard." She said.

I took a deep breath... "What the hell happened?" I asked.

She giggled. "You had a prostate orgasm and now you know what it's like to have a twenty second orgasm... just like women can have."

"Wow... that was so intense." I said.

"Told you you'd want to do that again." She reached out with a pointed finger... I looked down and saw her dip the tip of her finger into a pool of cum that had accumulated around the head of my flaccid cock.

"Did I come again?" I asked as I was confused because I was still soft.

She giggled. "Oh yes, and loads of it."

I let my head fall back onto the bed... I knew without a doubt that was by far the best orgasm... no make that the best sex I'd ever had.

***

Three days later I moved into my flat and was relieved I'd got out from my father's house.

It was a Saturday night and I was getting ready to meet up with some mates in town. I'd just got out of the shower when there was a knock on the door. I thought about ignoring it as very few people knew I'd moved in so there was a chance it was cold caller trying to sell me something. They knocked again... and then again. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to the door... I wasn't happy and was ready to give whoever it was a piece of my mind... I swung the door open... I was shocked.

"Carla... what are you doing here?" I then noticed she had a suitcase by her side.

"Can I come in." She said.

I had a bad feeling about this... "Sure."

As she walked past me she looked me up and down, a slight smile appeared on her face.

"What's with the case?" I asked and then shut the door.

"I've left your father." She said.

"Why?" I asked and realised that was a really stupid question as I'd been expecting this day ever since they married.

"Because he's fucking someone else."

"Really." I tried to sound surprised.

"Yes, and honestly I don't care."

"Ok... so what are your plans?" I asked and looked down at the suit case.

She laughed. "Don't worry I'm not going to ask to stay here. I'm actually on my way to the airport. I'm going back to Sweden." She said.

"Are you sure you and my father can't work things out?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No... we are incompatible in many ways and maybe I shouldn't have married a much older man."

I stayed quiet as all I could think to say was... I could have told you that.

"And after having sex with you I know I need to be with someone my age or younger." She said.

"So... will you divorce my father?" I asked.

"Yes. And to put your mind at rest I won't be seeking anything from him."

"That wouldn't bother me if you did." I said.

She smiled. "Anyway... I have a couple of hours to kill before I need to get to the airport... can you think of anything we could do to pass the time?" She looked me up and down... "If you're interested, I've got a bottle of lube handy."

"I just need to message my mates and tell them I won't be meeting them." I rushed into the lounge and picked up my phone... As I typed the message Carla removed my towel and lowered to her knees... One thing for sure I was probably going to miss her more than my father was.