Catching His Father's Discard Pt 01

David Harrison picked up his phone, sighing, as he made a long delayed call to his father.

"Hi Dad. Guess we haven't talked in a while," he said, when his father answered his phone.

"A while? Not since the holidays. It's almost March," his father replied.

"Sorry. Been busy with classes and such."

"And girls," his father joked.

His father proceeded to drill him on his studies, reminding him, half-jokingly, that he was paying for his college education. In his third year at college, David was quite aware of all that his affluent father was providing, including his condominium off campus that gave him considerable freedom, compared to his classmates.

"How's Michelle?" David asked, turning the subject away from him.

"Oh yeah, guess you haven't heard. She left me. Even filed divorce papers. That was a month ago," his father replied.

"What? I thought you two seemed so compatible."

Michelle was his father's third wife. And including his own mother, he thought she was the nicest of the lot.

"Things happen. And serves you right, not having called in over a month," his father chastised him.

David queried his father for more, but he deflected, a skill his father long had.

The call soon ended, but it left David pondering what had gone wrong. His mind soon turned to the teenaged crush he had had on his then-new stepmother. She had been the epitome of a trophy wife-- long blonde hair, enticing green eyes, and a figure any woman would die for, and fifteen years younger than his father. They'd married when David was still in high school, with her not yet thirty, and David an impressionable fourteen.

And here, some seven years later, and the marriage unraveling, he resolved to contact Michelle the next day in order to hear her side of the story, but more so, hoping to keep in contact with her.

*****

During his lunch break, David called her. For reasons he couldn't explain, he had butterflies in his stomach. He had known her for seven years, and their relationship had always been cordial, friendly, actually.

"Michelle! How are you doing?"

"David! So good to hear from you! Still breaking hearts on campus?"

"Uh, I dunno about that," David mumbled.

"Oh please, Davy, I know. How's that girl you were dating? Kim, was it?"

"Uh, we sort of went our separate ways."

"Her loss."

"Michelle, Dad told me you were divorcing. What happened?"

There was a long pause before Michelle finally spoke.

"Dave, it's something I'd rather not discuss over the phone. I'm renting an apartment, not far from you, in fact. Perhaps, we can get together."

David readily agreed, and a meeting was set for a nearby restaurant that evening. After he hung up, David was surprised, yet pleased, she was living so close. His father's home was a good two-hour drive away.

David stepped into the restaurant from a cool California evening, having arrived ten minutes early, only to find Michelle already waiting for him at the bar, a glass of wine in hand.

"I'm so sorry, Michelle. Didn't mean to keep you waiting!"

"Dave! Our reservation is in ten minutes; you haven't kept me waiting. Although, I am pleased you are here. I guess I should take it as a compliment, but I'm quite aware of the attention a single woman at a bar can bring."

David was quite aware himself, looking her over from head to toe. She was everything he'd remembered-- elegantly dressed in heels and a skirt that complimented her stunning legs, and a blouse that hinted at her lovely cleavage. He could only wonder why she'd dressed so well for their meeting, dismissing it as simply her style. He also noticed her wedding ring was gone.

"A wedding ring is like a talisman, you know," he replied, looking at her bare ring finger.

With their table not quite ready, David took a stool beside her, ordering a glass of wine, as well.

"Maybe you are right, but the marriage is over. I don't want a reminder. My god, Dave, I can't get over that you are drinking age. To think of that bashful teen when I first met you." Michelle smiled.

"Seven years, and you're still as beautiful," he replied.

"Compliments will get you everywhere," she teased.

They made small talk, avoiding the point of the meeting, until shown to their table.

"So, you're divorcing Dad. Why?"

"Oh, Dave, you don't know? Your father has a roving eye, and I suspected it would only be time. Seems I've been replaced by a younger model. Don't ask me the details, but I soon learned about her. I confronted him and he was hardly contrite. I moved out that day. Wisely, I squirreled away money of my own. It will keep me going until the settlement. I found an apartment until I can buy a place of my choosing."

"Settlement?" he asked.

"Oh, your father will settle. And I think he's in a hurry. I'm willing to take fifty million, and he can have his next wife."

David looked at his wine glass, quite knowing his father's ways.

"Sorry. I thought Dad had settled on someone special. I should have known better," he replied, apologetically.

"Don't be sorry, Dave. You don't need to apologize for him being your father. Davy, I've known you long enough to know you are nothing like him."

David nervously smiled before Michelle turned the subject to him, reminding him of a special ability she had, to make whoever she was with the center of her world.

With dinner over, Michelle grabbed the check, reminding him he was still a student. But it left him an opening.

"Michelle, um, I was serious about keeping in touch. Let me take you to dinner. Friday, maybe?"

Michelle flashed that smile that made his heart melt.

"I'd love that, Dave."

David promised to give her a time and place, and after seeing her to her car, she gave him a kiss on the cheek and a hug.

"Now, don't forget to send me the place and time," she reminded him, before driving off.

As soon as David was home, he sank on the sofa, thinking about her, the teenage crush never having really left him. Pulling out his phone, he looked for a top restaurant with reservations available on Friday, suppressing any thought that this was anything other than a friendly get-together with his stepmom.

*****

"Davy! My, don't you look handsome," Michelle declared, greeting him with a hug on finding him at the bar.

For David, he was speechless on finding her, stunning in heels, and a sleek dress hidden by the light jacket she wore against the March air. And after helping her off with it, he took a moment to drink her in, a package that would leave anyone thinking she was much younger than her thirty-six years.

"Now, Dave, I mean... when you invited me to dinner, I didn't expect here! Dave, I'm quite aware you are on a student's budget."

"Don't worry yourself. Dad gives me a generous allowance, and who better to spend it on."

"Seems I was right. Your father has agreed to my demands. He wants it over quickly and quietly. Now, it's just the waiting period. The down payment on the settlement is already in the works, with the rest due. I'm already shopping for a home."

"What are you looking for?" he asked.

"Oh, private, definitely a pool, and maybe a view."

Michelle turned the subject to him, listening as he described his current studies, as well as the trials and tribulations of his love life, leaving him with the sense, for that evening again, he was the center of her universe.

As they left the restaurant, David felt like he was on top of the world. No woman's presence ever made him to feel this way, and he suggested they get together again the following week, with Michelle insisting she pay the next time.

"Okay. But let me pick you up, at least," he asked.

Michelle flashed that irresistible smile in agreement, and after seeing her drive off, he reflected again-- no woman ever made him feel the way she did. Yet, she was his stepmother. Or, at least, soon-to-be ex-stepmother. And she was sixteen years his senior. He admonished himself for even thinking about it; besides these facts, she was the type of woman, who could have any man she wanted.

The next Friday, David took a breath and rang Michelle's bell, trying to calm the feelings he knew he shouldn't be having.

"Ready, Dave?" Michelle smiled, on opening her door.

David took another breath. It seemed that she was more beautiful each time he saw her.

"Elegant as usual, Michelle."

"Have to keep up with my handsome date," she teased.

The word 'date' took him by surprise, never quite thinking of these meetings that way. And her taking his arm, as he walked her to his car, only added to his distress.

Over dinner, at another fine restaurant, she talked about the divorce, lamenting that it wouldn't finalize for four more months.

"Well, patience, I suppose. Meanwhile, I'm going house shopping tomorrow. Um, Dave, if you're free, would you be interested in joining me? I'd love your opinion."

She must have known he knew little about home buying, but he was more than happy to join her, if nothing else, but to spend a day with her.

With dinner over, and an agreement to pick him up at his place the next morning, David saw Michelle to her door.

"Care to come in for a nightcap?" she smiled.

It was a tempting offer, too tempting, so he thought the better of it.

"Maybe not. I may have had too much wine already. Have to drive home. You understand. But a raincheck?"

Michelle smiled, in acknowledgment, before kissing him on the cheek and giving him a hug.

"I enjoy our little get-togethers. Tomorrow, then," she said.

David felt his face flush, and he already regretted not taking up the offer. Instead, he smiled nervously, and said goodbye before heading to his car, already thinking about Saturday.

It was a warm Saturday morning, when he invited Michelle into his condo.

"Perfect day to go house shopping, Dave. Thanks again for joining me. My, haven't been in your place since you first moved in," Michelle said, looking around.

"Typical bachelor pad, I guess," he joked.

"Perfect for seducing coeds, no doubt," she smirked, causing him to blush. "Sorry Dave. I shouldn't make fun of your love life. Shall we go?"

Michelle had a list of open houses, as well as a few showings, but the first few did not meet her expectations. After lunch, they went to a showing in the foothills. On pulling into the driveway, Michelle was taken with its privacy, a first check mark.

"Hello, I'm Sandra. I believe we talked on the phone."

"Yes, Michelle. And this is Dave."

"Dave?" the realtor asked.

"Yes, a friend who kindly offered to help," Michelle replied.

Sandra gave him a good looking over, grinning at the thought of him being just a 'friend.'

"Well, look around, and take your time," she added.

They started with the bedrooms, particularly the spacious master bedroom, with Michelle admiring the walk-in closets. But it was the backyard that caught her attention-- a lovely view to the south, and a pool.

"I can imagine swimming every day here. I confess, my secret pleasure was swimming in the nude in our pool. And those times, when you stayed with us, when I had to wear a suit," she whispered.

David's thoughts immediately turned to those times by their pool as a teenager, trying not to stare at his stepmother in her bikini, let alone imagining her swimming in the nude.

"Going to make an offer?" he asked, trying to bring his attention to the present.

"Not yet. I'll mull it over. I've learned not to rush into things on first glance."

Michelle thanked the agent, explaining that they had a few more places to check out that day. But the next two were lackluster, and she decided to call it a day.

As they drove to his place, Michelle wondered about dinner.

"There's a little Chinese place around the corner from me. There's almost always a table," he suggested.

Over Kung Pao, wine, and beer, they discussed the various properties they'd seen that day. But as the conversation continued, David couldn't help noticing the way Michelle hardly took her eyes off of him.

As they walked back to his place, she took his arm, holding him close.

"Thank you again, Dave. I recall something about a raincheck?"

"Of course. Care to come up?" he asked. "Let's see, there's white wine, or bourbon, if you prefer," he suggested, on entering his place.

"With ice, please," she smiled, stretching out on his sofa like a cat.

"It is a lovely bachelor pad," she added, taking the glass of bourbon from his hand as he sat beside her.

David took a sip from his own glass before turning the tables on Michelle.

"You seem interested in my love life, but what about your own plans?"

"Don't know. I'm a little man-shy at the moment."

"Why? A woman like you could have any man she wanted," he replied.

Michelle's demeanor turned serious.

"A woman like me? Explain," she asked, taking a big swig of bourbon.

"Um... Well, come on, Michelle, you're beautiful, smart, witty, warm... I think you could wrap any man around your finger with your charm."

"Any man?" she asked, looking deeply into his eyes.

David sensing her meaning, took a gulp from his own glass, putting it down as a way to break her gaze, but finding those enticing eyes still looking at him.

"You haven't answered my question," she said quietly, leaning closer to him. "I believe you had a crush on me, at one time. I sometimes think you still do."

She leaned a little closer, with David hardly believing what was happening. His lips were drawn to hers, and they kissed tenderly. What he didn't know was her feelings, that in fact, this was something she'd longed for this past week, if not longer.

He wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close, as Michelle settled into him, while their kissing grew more passionate.

After several minutes, she broke the kiss, hugging him while pressing her face in his neck, whispering his name before looking into his eyes, with both coming to understand their mutual feelings.

"I confess, as a stepmother, I've long had wicked thoughts about you. And when you said you weren't seeing anyone, I was secretly pleased when I should have been feeling badly for your love life."

"I admit I have been infatuated with you for as long as I've known you. Even now, that teenaged crush is still with me."

They fell into each other's arms again, kissing with growing desperation, while tongues started exploring each other's mouths. Next, she took David's hand, pressing it to a breast, while her eyes silently conveyed her desire. David kneaded the soft flesh of her tit through the cotton of her knit-top before anxiously pulling it over her head.

Michelle reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it slip off her shoulders, revealing what even she knew he longed to see.

"You're perfect," he muttered, unable to take his eyes off her stunning breasts; breasts that capped her perfect figure.

"Glad you approve. They are all yours," she purred, leaning back on the sofa.

David cupped one, while his lips were drawn to the other, sucking on her stiff nipple, with Michelle closing her eyes while her tits were made love to. She interrupted his focus on her tits long enough to pull off his shirt and admire his buff body. And while he returned his attention to her breasts, she indulged herself, caressing his chest and back.

Continuing his sucking on her luscious orbs, David's mind focused on worshipping his goddess like no other woman before her. He undid her jeans and slipped them off, followed quickly by her thong, revealing her moist womanhood to him. Michelle lay back on the sofa, breathlessly awaiting what she knew was coming.

David let his hands worship her whole body for a moment, admiring her perfect form before lifting a leg and kissing the calf. Next, he dragged his tongue to her inner thigh, lingering there for a while, planting kisses. Michelle was barely able to breathe, as she felt his lips move closer to her entrance, feeling his warm breath on it.

"Oh fuck...!" she gasped, as his tongue delicately parted the curtain to her essence. She instinctively ran her fingers through his hair, while his tongue found her clit, lapping at it carefully. Slowly, he worked up the tempo, while his hands caressed every inch of her skin in his reach, enjoying her reaction.

Michelle was nearly delirious with arousal, while her stepson wound her up until her whole body was restless. Suddenly, she arched her back, crying out as an intense orgasm washed over her. Still, David lapped at her womanhood unrelentingly, until she pushed his head away.

"Oh fuck... Oh fuck..." she laughed, uncontrollably.

David simply bid his time, kissing her thighs or her trimmed bush, unwilling to settle for just one orgasm.

"Damn, Davy!" she gasped, while his tongue resumed worshipping her womanhood. She was soon thrashing about the sofa to the intense pleasure she was receiving until, with time, more waves of ecstasy washed over her.

"God, Davy! Take a break! I never imagined you were such an attentive lover," she chuckled, overcome by his intense lovemaking.

"Michelle, you have no idea how long I've wanted to worship you like that."

She was taken aback by his admission and resolved to express her own feelings. She pushed David onto the sofa, eagerly pulling off his jeans. Excitedly, Michelle pulled down his briefs, pleased with the handsome cock that popped out, giving him a hungry smile, while her hand gently stroked his stiff member.

David took a deep breath, while Michelle knelt between his legs, planting kisses on the head of his cock before letting her tongue glide down its length. She licked his sack for good measure before letting her tongue glide back up, all the while eyeing his glans, seductively. Up and down, she gave his manhood a good tongue bath, enjoying this first chance to pleasure him.

After a few more licks, she let it slip past her soft lips, rewarded by his gasp. It was her turn to please, finally able to fulfil her own fantasy. And she surely knew how to please a man this way, slowly sucking on his cock while her sultry eyes locked on his. Up and down, she bobbed on his stiff rod, carefully increasing her pace, pausing occasionally to lick it or his scrotum, then returning to suck on it with increasing gusto.

Michelle suspected he couldn't hold out for long, and he soon muttered her name in warning. She could feel his cock, as it began to throb, followed by a large spurt of cum, quickly followed by another, then another, while cupping his sack, humming her satisfaction at getting him off. The one thing that surprised her was the size of his load; she was barely able to swallow all of it.

Finally spent, she released his cock with a satisfying slurp, looking at him lustily, conveying her pleasure at swallowing his sperm. She took a moment to admire his package, and feel it in her hand.

"You are quite virile," she cooed, before straddling his lap and kissing him seductively.

He wrapped her in his arms, as they kissed passionately for some time, until David picked her up and carried her to his bedroom, where he laid her on the bed, sliding up beside her. They resumed kissing, with arms wrapped around each other, legs tangled, and passions rising.

Pressing David to his back, Michelle took a moment to admire his nude body, finally drinking in the handsome man he had become. Her hand glided up and down his torso, feeling the leanness of his twenty-one-year-old form. But her hand soon settled on what she most admired, his manhood, nearly fully erect again.

"I was right, definitely virile," she grinned, feeling how hard he was becoming.

She stroked him for a while, kissing him seductively until satisfied with his erection. Looking into his eyes, she silently conveyed her desire before falling to her back, leaving no doubt about what she was offering. Collecting his emotions, David knelt between her spread legs, taking his turn to admire her naked body with eyes and hands.

He climbed on top of her, his manhood pressing at her vestibule, eyes locked on each other. While Michelle reached down and guided his shaft, he pressed it home, marked only by their shared sighs. His cock was buried to the hilt, as they looked at each other, acknowledging this most intimate union possible between two people.

David slowly drove his cock in and out, wanting to hold on to this extraordinary moment for as long as possible, while Michelle pulled his lips to hers, equally overcome by the moment. As her hands caressed his back lovingly, he continued to fuck her, with eyes locked on each other.

They fucked and fucked, with Michelle lost to time, only knowing this lovely man was inside her. But for David, it was becoming too much, and his thrusts grew more urgent. And with this stunning woman, eyes ablaze, willing him on, it became too much, and he buried his face in her neck.

"Oh fuck, Michelle!" he cried out, as he started pounding her deliriously.

Michelle grabbed at him, conveying what she couldn't speak, and a moment later, his groans spoke of his cumming inside her, triggering her own climax. Both lovers gasped and moaned, sharing in that moment, the inexpressible joy of cumming together.

"Oh god, Davy!" Michelle sighed, hands caressing his back, basking in the moment of this glorious consummation.

"Are you okay?" she asked, looking at him, lovingly.

"Michelle! My god!" he exclaimed, before kissing her tenderly, his cock still buried in her sheath.

"I mean, you just made love to your stepmother," she whispered.

"Something I long fantasized about. This is the most extraordinary moment of my life," he whispered before kissing her again.

"Then don't move. I want to feel you inside me a moment more," she sighed.

Eventually, he did roll off of her, pulling Michelle close as she rested on his shoulder with emotions leaving both unable to speak.

Finally, Michelle did speak up.

"I often imagined you making love to some coed, wondering what kind of lover you were. But no lover made me feel the way you do at this very moment. Certainly not your father."

"God! I guess I shouldn't have mentioned him," she quickly added, realizing it was the wrong thing to say.

"I'd prefer you didn't. All I know is that you are in my bed at this moment, holding you."

She snuggled closer, conveying her own delight in being next to him.

After a minute, he added his own thoughts.

"I've long thought you were the perfect woman. I can't imagine why my father would cheat on you."

"I thought you didn't want to talk about him," she teased. "In any case, I think it worked out for the best. I'm in the bed of the most wonderful man I know. Funny, it took seven years of knowing you, but somehow, I couldn't stop thinking about you, thinking about some lucky girl being made love to by you. My god! And you're still in college! And I will confess now, it wasn't by chance I took that place near you."

"Odd, I feel the same. I never imagined you'd actually end up in my bed," he chuckled.

"But Dave, one thing we must be clear on, your father must never know about this. I can't risk giving him ammunition while the divorce is ongoing."

He solemnly agreed, sealing it with a kiss, which both wouldn't let end. They kissed and hugged, or looked into each other's eyes. There seemed to be no hurry, with both consumed by this intimate moment.

Michelle became aware of his growing member pressing against his leg, reaching down and feeling it in her hand, her eyes expressing her delight with his stamina. After silently telling him to lie still, Michelle kissed her way down his body, savoring every inch, until she was beside his manhood, again taking a moment to admire him. She lavished attention to it, rewarded by David's gasps, knowing the effect she was having on him.

But feeling his stiff rod in her mouth left her eager to feel him inside her again. Straddling him, Michelle smiled adoringly at David before closing her eyes, feeling his cock slip deep inside her once more. She opened her eyes again, when she felt his hands explore her skin, finding his eyes expressing his desire for her. Pulling her lips to his while driving his cock into her sheath, he drove Michelle's ardor over the edge to another orgasm.

David rearranged them, taking Michelle from behind, while she bit into a pillow, driven to delirium as he relentlessly pounded her until another wave of ecstasy overcame her, moaning uncontrollably while her body spasmed.

Barely recovered from that climax, Michelle found herself pulled to her side, with David spooning her, his manhood still planted in her soaking essence. He planted his lips on hers, taking a more leisurely approach to lovemaking, sliding his rod in and out of her slowly. She was hardly able to control herself as David looked at her lovingly, all the while, continuing to fuck her slowly.

Michelle lost all sense of time, only knowing David was making love to her. Neither seemed in any hurry, simply enjoying this most intimate union. Eventually, she could see in his expression that he was about to cum, then wrapping her hand around his neck and simply whispering, "Yes!"

David gasped, signaling to her he was cumming. Again, feeling him planting his seed deep in her womb, sent Michelle over the edge as well, pulling his lips to hers, and muffling her own cries of ecstasy.

Their passions finally spent, the lovers looked at each other, silently acknowledging the passionate connection between them. When his spent cock slipped from the embrace of her womanhood, David pulled her close, with Michelle resting her head on his chest, a hand gliding over his body, basking in the afterglow of an amazing evening.

The two of them simply rested this way for some time, the moment needing no words, with both knowing Michelle would spend the night.

David offered her first chance in his bathroom, and when she emerged, naked, and walking to the bed sultrily, David held his breath, barely able to grasp that he had just made love to her.

"Your turn," she purred, as they traded places.

When he slipped back into bed next to her, Michelle gave him a lingering kiss before cuddling next to him, head on his chest, while her hand resumed admiring his young body.

"Michelle, when you said you took that place near me, did you plan this?"

"Davy, I don't know what I planned. I don't think there was one. I knew that I didn't want to lose contact with you. As for ending up in your bed, I don't think I consciously intended to. I assumed you were still seeing Kim, or would have picked up some other cutie on campus. Well, maybe I... shall we say, fantasized about it."

David laughed.

"When I called you... Yeah. Part of me realized you were now unattached, but still impossibly out of reach."

"Yet here I am. Maybe it was meant to be," Michelle whispered, pulling him closer.

Contented after their first day of lovemaking, they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

*****

Michelle woke up Sunday morning, and turned to find David still sleeping. Quietly looking at him, in the light of day, she was wrapping her head around the fact she just made love to him. She was mulling her feelings on the subject when he woke, smiling at her.

"Morning, beautiful. What are you thinking?" he asked.

"I was thinking about the fact that I just spent a night having passionate sex with my lovely stepson."

"Soon to be ex-stepson. Any regrets?" he smiled.

"Oh no," she replied, before pressing her lips to his, kissing him tenderly.

David took her in his arms, sensually responding to her kisses, with Michelle swooning in his embrace. They kissed and kissed, oblivious to everything, but skin pressed to skin, and lips to lips. He turned his attention to her ample breasts, dallying on her nipples, licking and sucking on them before moving between her legs.

"Oh, Dave, you don't have to," she murmured, when he started working her way down her body.

But he silently persisted, as Michelle surrendered her body to him, quite willing to let him make love to her. And he did, planting more kisses on her body while his lips drew closer to his target.

"Oh fuck...!" she gasped, as his tongue found her clit.

She was coming to realize how good he was at eating pussy, taking hold of his head, while he ratcheted up her passions.

"God...!" she finally cried out, arching her back while pressing his face tightly against her slit.

"Easy..." she purred, as the climax passed, caressing his hair.

"I like doing that to you and seeing the reaction! Something I've often imagined," he grinned, moving to her side.

Michelle climbed on top of him, kissing him madly before licking her way down his body.

"You don't have to," he smirked, mimicking her own words.

"Oh, but I want to!" she grinned, mischievously.

In a flash, she was beside his stiff erection, obviously in need of attention. And after a preliminary tongue bath, she enveloped his manhood in her awaiting lips, eliciting a rewarding gasp from him.

She sucked and bobbed, thrilled at having such a virile cock in her mouth, as well as his reaction to her worshipping it. She would have been happy to swallow his load, but she also wanted to feel him cum inside her again and straddled his hips, locking eyes on his, as she held his hard member to her entrance.

"Fuck..." she gasped, closing her eyes on feeling his manhood plunging in to the hilt.

She looked at him again, his eyes full of desire, as she started grinding on the cock buried deeply inside her. Determined not to break her gaze, she rode him while his hands kneaded her tits, her eyes daring him to cum. And it worked. David thrust his hips up, while his cock unleashed his load deep in her womb, with Michelle leaning down, locking her lips on his, enjoying the thought of his cum inside her.

When David's orgasm ended, Michelle sat up, smiling at him impishly, and putting her hand on her belly.

"I like it when you plant your seed inside me!" she grinned impishly.

She leaned down again, where they shared more kisses until his spent cock slipped out of her sheath. Moving to his side, her hand once more admired his body.

"I can't imagine how any coed would not want to lock you up for themselves," she whispered.

The morning was moving along, and they got up, sharing a shower that went long, as both were unable to keep their hands off of each other.

"I'll start some coffee," David explained, as he put on some boxers, while Michelle wrapped her hair in a towel.

The coffee was almost done, when she arrived in the kitchen, walking cat-like toward him, wearing only one of his dress shirts.

"If we're going to do this more often, I'll have to leave some things here," she purred, putting her arm around his waist.

"I don't know. You look damned sexy in that!"

She smiled at the compliment, kissing him sensually.

"What would you like in your omelet?" he asked.

"Yes. As I recall, your mother taught you how to cook. Another redeeming talent of yours."

Over breakfast, the two could barely take their eyes off of each other, basking this newly found bond. Already, Michelle pondered where this was all heading, wondering if David could see past the passionate sex.

"Um, Michelle, I'm, um, already behind on class work."

"Dave, Love, as much as I'd love to spend the day, I understand."

With breakfast over, Michelle helped him clean up. Then she took his hand.

"Something to tide us over." She grinned slyly, leading him to his sofa.

Pushing him to sit, she yanked off his boxers, finding his manhood already swelling in anticipation, and grinning on finding him so eager. Sitting beside him, she stroked his cock, feeling it grow in her hand. Satisfied with his erection, she straddled David's lap, lowering herself on his awaiting rod. After looking him in the eyes while she started to ride him, Michelle offered up a tit which he hungrily latched on to.

Much of the morning was spent making leisurely love in this position, with them kissing or David worshipping her luscious orbs, delighting in this intimate union. Michelle eventually came, triggering David's own orgasm, and flooding her womb with his seed once again.

"My god! Is there no limit to your libido? You'll never get to your studies at this rate," Michelle teased, his spent cock still inside her.

"When can I see you again?" he asked.

"When would you like? Tuesday? I used to cook before I met your father. Let me make you a nice home-cooked meal. Fish?"

"I can help."

"You can cook the asparagus," she smiled.

Michelle climbed off of his lap, his cum still oozing from her well-used slit, then cleaned up in his bathroom.

"Don't dress!" she exclaimed, on emerging.

"I'll see you to your car," he suggested.

"I know where I parked and I like the idea of you seeing me off naked like that," she smirked, while putting on her jeans.

As requested, quite nude, he gave her a long, sensual kiss at his door, then bid her goodbye.

*****

On Tuesday, as soon as Michelle opened her door, she found herself wrapped in his arms and being kissed passionately.

"It was an awful long three days," David grinned, finally allowing her to close the door.

"Come!" she smiled, taking his hand and leading him to the kitchen where they shared cooking dinner.

Over the meal and a very nice wine, Michelle explained that she had put a counteroffer on the home she'd admired that weekend.

"Yes. After thinking it over, it's just what I want. It's been on the market a while, and I think the seller will accept."

With dinner over, they were cleaning up when Michelle felt David come up behind her, enveloping her in his arms, while his lips found her neck, and she sighed gently. There was something about him. Watching him as he'd grown up into being a man; she, early on, recognized his sensitivity for others, but she was quickly discovering his romantic side, and his sensuality.

Michelle turned and kissed him, letting her lips linger on him for a minute, before looking at him, her eyes conveying her desire while unbuttoning her blouse. While she unclasped her bra, he pulled off his own shirt, and before she could make another move, David pressed her to a wall, kissing her passionately before kneeling before her.

Her shorts and thong discarded, he put his hands on her hips, taking a moment to drink in her gorgeous figure before planting kisses on her stomach. Michelle looked on, wide-eyed, as he threw a leg over his shoulder, licking its inner thigh before working his way closer to her essence.

When David's tongue slipped into her sheath, flicking her clit, she went weak in the knees for a moment, holding on to his head, while he went to work pleasuring this delicious woman. His lovemaking quickly had her on fire as he unceasingly pleasured her, until her whole body went weak, from waves of ecstasy hitting her, with David's grip being the only thing keeping her on her feet.

She looked down, finding his adoring eyes looking back, then she took a deep breath.

"Davy! You know how to treat a woman!" she laughed, still catching her breath from that climax.

"I told you, I just want to worship you," he whispered.

She pulled David to his feet, kissing him hard. "It's my turn to worship you," she purred, before leading him to her bedroom.

Inside, after having undressed him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him sensually, his stiff erection pressing against her nude body.

Michelle playfully pushed him onto her bed before straddling him, plunging her tongue into his mouth, while her hand reached down, finding his stiff rod desperate for attention. She lavished plenty of attention on his kissable lips, reveling in simply being able to.

"I told you it's my turn," she whispered in his ear, licking it before moving on to his neck.

She was going to savor every inch of his body, taking her time as she moved on to his chest, kissing and licking it, with his tight stomach being next. She was soon kneeling between his legs, her hands caressing his masculine body while her eyes drank in this delectable man she had long admired.

Those hands soon gravitated to his manhood, holding it between them and feeling how hard he was, pleased knowing it was because of her.

David held his breath as she leaned down, planting a kiss on the head of his cock, then letting her tongue run up and down its length, delighted by the reaction. She was soon bobbing slowly on him, while a hand explored his skin, unable to resist touching his body. Michelle took her time, wanting to stretch out his arousal, but also enjoying having his cock in her mouth.

With his hands running through her hair, bucking his hips, it took little effort to send David over the edge, his cock erupting in her mouth, as she swallowed his huge load.

"Saving that up for me?" she grinned, mischievously, after releasing his cock from her mouth, before moving beside him, where he took her in his arms, kissing her tenderly.

"Michelle! Guess I should have known under that lovely facade is a passionate woman."

With David holding her close, Michelle rested her head on his shoulder, a finger idly tracing his body, while his own hand played with her breasts. Having learned how much he liked breast play, she pressed her tits to his face, with him latching on to a nipple, sucking on it before trying the other.

While David worshiped her breasts, Michelle could not help noticing his cock had revived, taking it in hand and stroking it. Being desperate to have him inside her, Michelle straddled him before letting his shaft slide into her pussy.

The lovers looked at each other, acknowledging the intensity of being joined once more. David used his thumb to pleasure her clit, while she closed her eyes, taking in every sensation of making love to David. Those sensations soon led to an orgasm, with Michelle collapsing on his chest in ecstasy.

Then David rolled them over and began fucking her missionary style. Neither were in any hurry, and simply enjoyed making love and looking into each other's eyes, with Michelle almost overcome by the moment and her growing feelings for him. Minutes, perhaps an hour, passed, until his arousal got the better of him and he came, burying his face in her neck, his cock pumping his sperm inside her.

"Mmm... My lovely David. What a lover you are," she purred.

Lying side by side, they looked at each other as new lovers often did, unable to get enough of each other. She snuggled close to him, while her mind tried to come to grips with her emotions. What were her feelings for him? She was afraid to admit she was falling for him after only a week or two. But she recalled it wasn't a week, but years of knowing each other.

"Friday?" he finally asked.

"Yes. I'll take you out."

"But someplace simple. Pizza!" he suggested.

"Stay tonight?"

"Can't. Early class. Should have brought a change of clothes, I guess," he apologized.

"Let me just enjoy you in my bed awhile longer, then," she smiled.

"Lie on your stomach," he suggested.

Michelle did, and she received the most sensual back rub she'd ever recalled having. Whether it was his skill, or simply having his hands caressing her body, Michelle was in heaven, with his touch helping her to drift off to sleep. David, realizing she was asleep, took a moment to admire this stunning woman, before quietly dressing, taking one last look at this goddess from her bedroom door before seeing himself out.

*****

Friday morning, Michelle called David.

"You slipped out Tuesday without saying goodbye," she admonished him.

"You looked too angelic to wake," he retorted.

"In any case, my bid was accepted and I have escrow paperwork today. The realtor gave me access to the place, and I wanted to look it over again this afternoon. Care to join me before our dinner date?"

That afternoon, David appeared promptly at her doorstep, giving her a long kiss before they took her car, and driving to what soon was going to be her new home. She paid more attention to the kitchen this time, but her real interest was out back. She was admiring the view, when David came up behind her, wrapping her in his arms.

"I keep thinking about you swimming naked in that pool," he whispered.

"I was thinking the same about you," she grinned, turning to him and giving him a long kiss.

Later, over pizza and wine, they mostly looked at each other, with Michelle trying to come to grips with her feelings for him, while David wondered how and when he could express his.

The waitress finally arrived with the check.

"Well, enjoy your evening," the server smiled, knowingly.

Back in her apartment, the door had barely closed when they were in each other's arms, their lips unable to get enough of each other. Michelle hurriedly led him to her bedroom, where both quickly undressed before David pulled her onto the bed, wanting to pleasure her first. He was soon between her legs, lapping at her womanhood, while she closed her eyes, her hands holding his head and overcome by his attentions.

She arched her back, gasping uncontrollably as her first orgasm hit, then laughed as she pushed his head away, trying to recover from it.

"Fuck, David! You don't always need to please me like that."

"I enjoy pleasing you like that; seeing you so aroused. You're the sexiest woman ever," he replied, as he kissed her thighs.

And he wasn't satisfied, kissing her essence before slipping his tongue in once more, with Michelle gasping to him lapping at her clit again. Slowly, he wound up her passions once more until she was thrashing about the bed, her body ready for another release. Again, she arched her back, crying out in ecstasy.

"Dave...! God! Just come and fuck me!" she hissed, pulling him on top of her.

With his hard cock deep inside her, Michelle encouraged him to cum, eager to receive his seed. She held him tightly as he came, imagining each spurt of his seed flooding her womb.

For the rest of the night, they made love at a more leisurely pace, starting with Michelle sucking on his cock, until it was fully erect once again. He came inside her two more times that night, until both were sated, with Michelle settling in his embrace as they basked in post-coital bliss.

Finally, David worked up his courage.

"Michelle... Uh... I, um... Michelle, I'm in love with you. And it's more than just the lovemaking."

"Davy... I'm sure the sex didn't hurt. Sorry," she teased, before turning serious. "Dave, thing is... I've been in denial myself. But fuck! You are my stepson!"

"Soon to be ex-stepson. In any case, I don't care. I love you, and I think you feel the same."

Her finger idly traced his chest as she looked for words.

"I do love you. Damn! How could this be? What have you done to me?"

She went silent for a moment before resuming.

"It's because of who you are, watching that sensitive young man who grew into the man you are today, kind... and a hot lover!" she chuckled, cupping his flaccid cock.

"I want to be in your bed every night," he whispered, kissing her head.

"I know. But, as I said, until the divorce is settled, I don't want to give your father any ammunition. And, perhaps, some time may be a good test. Maybe you'll want to move on."

They lay together silently, until Michelle continued.

"Dave, don't you have spring break soon?"

"Uh, yeah. In a couple weeks."

"Mmm... I'd like to treat my lover to a trip. Someplace warm, and where no one knows us. Let's think about it."

With the pleasure of skin touching skin, they finally drifted off to sleep.

For the rest of the weekend, plans were made to do something like walks in the park. But, somehow, they just wanted to make love, spending most of the time in bed.

By Sunday afternoon, Michelle brought up the subject of a getaway.

"How about Hawaii? Quick flight, and I know a nice hotel on the big island."

He readily agreed before bringing up his classes.

"I'm kinda busy this week with school," he apologized.

"All the better. I'll be busy with the new house. I expect it to close this week, and I already have an interior designer lined up. One advantage of starting from scratch."

Michelle walked with him to his car, where they shared a long goodbye kiss and a promise to get together the next weekend.

*****

On Thursday, Michelle called David.

"The place is mine and I moved in today, at least what furniture I have, for now. I want to celebrate tomorrow. Let me take you out."

On Friday, after his classes, David knocked on the door of her new home.

"Davy!" she smiled, before wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a passionate kiss.

"Come in. Not much at the moment. A sofa, a kitchen table, and most importantly a bed," she said.

"And a pool," he added.

"Our trip is set. I have reservations and airline tickets. I'm looking forward to our getaway. And I realized, with the same last names, people will think we're a couple; the Harrisons," she said sultrily, putting a hand on his chest.

"Hadn't thought of that," he grinned.

Over dinner at a fine steakhouse, they caught up on their week, with him talking about classes, and her talking about plans for the house.

"Care to see my new home?" Michelle smiled, mischievously, after picking up the check.

"I little spartan at the moment. But my interior designer has some great ideas. She'll start next week, and she's happy I... we will be gone the following week, so she can finish without the client looking over her shoulder. Now, a nightcap?"

David simply took her in his arms, kissing her tenderly.

"Maybe a scotch," he whispered, kissing her neck.

Michelle suspected he knew just how he affected her, collecting herself as she headed to the kitchen. Grabbing the bottle and glasses from a cabinet, she was attempting to pour it when David came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, while turning his attention to her neck.

"Dave! Don't make me spill the scotch," she said, in a quivering voice.

"Can't help it. A whole week. I missed you," he whispered.

Michelle stopped what she was doing and closed her eyes, drinking in his sensual attentions. The absence, along with his romantic ways, was only adding to her feelings for him. But she broke the spell long enough to turn to him.

"Your scotch," she whispered, sultrily.

They sat on her sofa, almost the only furniture in the living room, where they silently looked at each other, drinking their whisky. But passions were rising, and Michelle gulped the last of hers down before putting her arms around his neck, kissing him hard. David pulled back a bit, long enough to finish off his own drink and put down the glass.

In each other's arms again, they kissed madly, tongues being freely shared until she unbuttoned his shirt, her hand stroking his buff chest.

"God, you're right. A week was too long. Make love to me," she purred, looking into his eyes.

David picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom, where he undressed her. While she stretched out on the bed, David made a show of undressing himself, locking his sultry eyes on her, as he freed his erection. Shortly, they were in each other's arms, skin pressed against skin, kissing wildly, with both enjoying the foreplay of simply kissing before moving on to the main event.

David eventually started licking his way down her body, spending plenty of time lavishing attention to her succulent orbs before working his way further down, worshipping every inch of her body.

Michelle took a deep breath, as she felt his tongue slip into her entrance. She was beginning to see that no other man had ever aroused her like he he had and was doing, and it wasn't long before she was thrashing about in desperate pleasure.

She grabbed his head grinding her seemingly insatiable pussy into his face, as she came hard.

"Oh fuck...! Davy!" Michelle laughed, as the orgasm passed.

"I love turning you on," he grinned, from between her legs.

Michelle looked down at him, breathing hard as she recovered from her climax, trying to come to terms with the fact that this young man, she had known for years, could have pleasured her like no other.

It was her turn to turn him on, and she eagerly moved between his legs and started licking his hard cock. It was soon in her mouth, bobbing on his cock and desperate to please him. Michelle sucked and licked, eyes locked on him, trying to convey her desire for him. Finally, he came, flooding her mouth with his sperm as she swallowed his pent-up load.

With David's manhood, spent for the moment, Michelle knew him well enough that it wouldn't take much to get him hard again, and getting in a sixty-nine on him, resumed making love to his member, while he lapped at her wet slit.

Satisfied with his erection, Michelle straddled his cock, lowering herself on it, while looking at him hungrily. She rode and rode, while his hands explored her soft skin, leaning up occasionally to suck on her enticing breasts. Neither wanted to change positions, and she continued to grind on his manhood, until David pulled her to him, kissing her lustily while his cock unleashed his load inside her.

"Michelle! I love you so much!" he exclaimed in the moment.

Michelle herself was not unmoved, and buried her face in his neck, overcome by their lovemaking and his words.

They rested for a while in each other's arms until passions returned, when they resumed making love through the night, ending with David scissoring her, slowly fucking her as they kissed until he came inside her once more. And for Michelle, there was something deeply satisfying about knowing his cum was inside her, like a mystical bond between them.

*****

"Morning, lover," Michelle whispered, on seeing David open his eyes. "You are adorable when you're sleeping," she added, before kissing him.

"Come, though! I need some coffee. Mmm... But don't dress. You're so sexy naked!" she grinned, wryly.

Over coffee and eggs, they sat on her new patio, enjoying the morning sun on this warm California day, with her particularly enjoying her nude lover's company.

"The pool is nice and warm. We can take a dip later. Meanwhile, I want to try out the lounge chairs," she suggested, standing and offering him her hand.

After dispensing with her robe, they spent an hour or so, lying side-by-side, naked, soaking up the sun, with David glancing at her occasionally, drinking in that stunning body, still finding himself unable to believe they were lovers.

"Time to try out your pool, I guess," he said.

"I'll fetch some towels," Michelle replied.

By time she returned, David was already doing laps, and after setting the towels aside, Michelle sat on the pool ledge, legs dangling in the water, watching this incredibly sexy naked man doing laps in her pool. Yes, she thought, he could swim here anytime.

"A beautiful stroke." Michelle smiled, when he stopped.

David swam to her and took her hand. "Join me," he said, before pulling her into the water.

Michelle squealed with surprise, then wrapped her arms around him before both became consumed with kissing. As passions came to the fore again, Michelle led him to a lounge chair, where she sucked on his cock before riding it until both came.

And much of the weekend was spent the same way, with the lovers unable to keep their hands off of each other, and trying lovemaking in the various rooms.

Come Sunday, adieus were made, with both eagerly looking forward to Friday and their Hawaiian getaway at the end of the week.

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