Ave Maria

Purely fictional as always, all characters getting sexual are 18+

This is a one part story.

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It's surprising how much I remember of my parents' marriage ending. Being a young kid, I can vividly recall that summer when I was off school and she would relay the excuses, "Daddy has to work to buy you clothes and new toys," and it eventually escalated to, "Daddy has to go away on business over the weekend." The hard thing to stomach now at 19 is that I saw sadness in her assurances of where he was, when, in fact, she all but knew he was spending even more time with, 'Her.'

Maria was everything my mother was not. She was Irish, had thick, long black hair that engulfed her, and where my Mum was slight and blonde, her curves were abundantly clear in whatever she chose to wear, with my mother's friends labelling her, "A woman only built for one thing," which wouldn't make sense to the young me until much later in life.

I never lived with Dad, I'd stay over some times and Maria would be incredibly nice to me. I, in return, was far from appreciative of her efforts and just gave her the bare minimum affection, and as for her being, 'Built for one thing,' I had no attraction to her ever. She was just the reason my parents didn't live together anymore.

The years rolled by, my mother brought me up well and we reached the day I would leave for university. I became a man that year, losing my virginity during the first month to a young girl from Cardiff, she was also a newbie to university, but not sex. My first time was awkward and I couldn't get it in, then the embarrassment of her sighing and reaching between us to assist.

Yeah, we didn't do it again, but I did do it with other university girls. A lot.

Holidays were mostly spent with my friends, most of whom lived near Mum's house. She was hardly ever there, either at work or with her long term boyfriend, and as they both had their own houses, I generally had a house to myself. I didn't even see my Dad at Christmas, himself and Maria took themselves off to Tenerife, the most I got was a phone call and a bank transfer for £100. I was happy, I was always Team Mum, and one hundred quid is not to be sniffed at.

Things took a dramatic turn of events at the end my first year. I'd been seeing a girl for three months, we went to bed together the first night we got together, and that was the pattern, almost every time we met we'd fuck, romantic nights in, nights out with friends would all end up in bed. I would be an expert by the end of term in the art of eating pussy, her hairless folds being my favourite meal time.

Then as term drew to a close, she told me that it had been fun, but she would have to go back to her boyfriend back home. What with everything that my father had put my mother through, I felt sick that I had been the person she was being unfaithful with. I think calling her a slut rendered any chance of fucking her next term, rather slim.

The other thing that happened was that my mother told me she was moving in with her partner, Alan, for a while, as she was having some work done to her house. I was made aware by them both on speaker phone that I was extremely welcome to stay in the box-room, but as I'd been to Alan's I knew where it was, and 6 weeks in an oversized cupboard, sharing a thin wall with their bedroom, did nothing to make my heart sing.

For the first time in ten years, I gave my Dad a chance to step up. "Hey old man," I began the conversation through what was clearly his car Bluetooth connection, before leading on to my request to stay in his big, purpose built house he'd moved into about 7 years ago.

"Erm, is there no way you can stay with your mother, Kevin?" was not the positive, 'Yes,' I'd hoped for. "I guess...is it for the whole summer?" was slightly better.

"Don't fucking put yourself out," I said sarcastically to him, and he had the cheek to reprimand me, telling me not to use that language in front of Maria.

'She can fuck right off,' was the thought I dare not say.

~~~

In his defence, him and Mum had bought me a car together, and I drove myself to his house that day. He was there to greet me, big manly hugs, a handshake and a, "Look who it is, Maria!"

"Hi," I said, giving her a wave as she said the same back to me.

Dad had a strange energy, giddy and joyful, and I actually believed he was happy I was here. The first week was fun, they took me to dinner, I even struck up a conversation with Maria, on the rare one morning I was up before she left for her part time job at 11am.

She was different now. At 46, her hair had streaks of grey, and she wasn't the glamorous dresser anymore, her long black dress with a square neckline made her look like a nun. I knew she wasn't actually a nun, their actions that first Friday night made me aware why they were having an early night, and I stayed downstairs to watch the world cup on TV.

I went to bed around 2am, and in passing their door, I noticed it was ajar, and a warm breeze blew through from the slightly open window on the landing. I heard nothing but snoring and looked inside, seeing two sleeping bodies under a thin sheet.

My curse hit the following week, just as Dad's giddy mood seemed to change to jittery nervousness. On Tuesday he didn't come home for dinner, "Oh...your Dad works late some nights," made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

'He wouldn't..." I thought but brushed it off.

That lasted until dinner on Thursday where he announced to me, "Hey Sport, your old Dad has to work this weekend. Going to be gone from tomorrow until Sunday, but you'll have Maria to look after you, that ok?"

"I don't need her to look after me. I'm 19 you know," had me stomping up to my room after I ate.

I was livid at him for doing this again, selfishly thinking, 'How could he lie to me?'

I didn't even think about Maria's perspective, her laughing downstairs sure made her seem happy enough, and then around 10pm I heard their voices on the stairs, again they were laughing as they chatted.

The house was big, my bedroom was at the other end of a landing, with another spare room between mine and theirs, and as I expected them to fuck before he left, I was safe in the knowledge that I wouldn't overhear.

Around 10:15 I needed a drink, quietly exited my bedroom and turned to see a dim beam of red light, stretching from the ajar door to their room.

On tiptoes, I crept towards the light, stood with my back to the wall as if building up the courage to pass. Then I heard it, a steady and rhythmic shluck shluck shluck shluck, but no other sounds.

Curiosity got to me, I knew what sex sounded like, but I'd never heard it so quiet before. Even Mum was louder, she'd whimper a bit until Alan was close, then he'd get faster and harder and she'd cum, usually an, "OWW," would announce her orgasm.

On peering in through the crack in the door, the red light shadowed the bump in the white sheet, then my eyes found focus on the shoulders that just sat above them. They were in missionary, Dad's head was over the nearest, left shoulder, shielding her face and affording me a free view. She was completely covered by the sheets, lying there on her back, in complete church silence as she took it from him, with the only movement from her being her hands on his back and the gently sway of the bumps of her knees.

I stood there for five more minutes as I looked on, waiting for this alleged sex-siren who'd snared my father to spring into action.

"Oh Maria!" Dad was close, as a man I could tell what those quivering words meant.

"Inside me dear," she said as she raised the sheet, raised her knees and then let the covers fall over them again as she gripped his bum with her hands, and in the most anticlimactic finish ever, Dad just grunted as he let go.

I fucked off downstairs after that. Quietly.

~~~

I didn't see her much that weekend, I couldn't look at her in case I let slip that the strange work patterns were bullshit. I also didn't want to accidentally tell her that her sex life sucked.

I was out with friends and stayed at theirs, having some sex myself as it were.

Dad was home on Sunday night when I came home. "There he is, hey Sport," was getting old.

To be fair, he didn't work late all week, and I thought he was more relaxed with us over dinner every night like something had changed. I genuinely thought that he'd had his fling and it was over, then on Friday night Maria asked, "What time are you off in the morning?"

I choked while my eyes automatically flicked to Maria, before I lowered them to the dining table. I went red, Dad asked if I was alright and I made an excuse I'd just inhaled some food. 'Bastard!' I said internally, and this time it was on behalf of Maria. She had sacrificed her own marriage for him, and here she was on the receiving end, and I didn't take any satisfaction from it.

After dinner we watched TV together, more football and Maria seemed quite into the fact that England were getting beaten. Dad and I were not so chuffed, then around 11:40 Dad said, "Oh! Look at the time. Bedtime, love," and Maria went to heel at the slap on her thick thigh. Then she followed Dad up to bed after goodnights, and my reassurances that I would put my headphones on so as not to keep them awake, watching the Football World Cup.

I knew what he was going to do to her, probably so he'd not have a hair trigger for whoever he was spending the weekend with. I opened the living room door to listen, hearing her say she would brush her teeth in the main bathroom.

"Darling..." He said and she said, "Yeah," before he solved the conundrum of the open door with, "Open that window and let some air circulate."

I quietly made my way up the stairs, seeing that the red lamp was already on in there as I could see the glow from the door. My feet had moved before my brain caught up, up the stairs, slow at one at a time, stopping every few steps to listen.

Nothing but low murmurs and the rustle of their clothing was heard as I edged towards their door. I don't know exactly what I did expect to see, him eating her perhaps, or sucking her tits?

Neither of those visions filled my eyes, as I peered in through the inch wide slit. She was on her back again, her nightdress was edged up over her hips, and in between her open legs, my Dad was already buried. He was fucking her so shallow that the bed hardly moved, and just the dry rustle of their sexes moving over one another could be heard.

For her part, Maria embraced him as he bumped up and down inside her. His head was again buried over her shoulder, but unlike last night, it was the other shoulder, and her face was looking up at the ceiling. I've never seen a person look sad before whilst having sex, but right there, not covered by sheets on top of that bed, Maria looked far from stimulated.

Her legs were just laying open as Dad gently thrusted, and she wasn't even making any attempt to embrace him this time, with her hands by her sides like she might fall off the bed.

"Oh Maria," Dad moaned, and this seemed to be a signal for her to raise her knees and spread them wider, thus allowing him deeper as she opened herself up for him.

Maria then put her arms around his neck, and I don't know if I involuntarily made a sound or she saw me in the red light, but her eyes turned towards the doorway, immediately latching onto the mesmerised eyes of the 19 year old stepson she hardly knew.

My cock was throbbing by now, so hard it hurt and trapped against the inside of my jeans. I should have backed away and gone back to my room to wank like a normal person. But her eyes wouldn't let me. There was something in them, it wasn't anger, not shame. Something hotter. Was she daring me to keep watching? Or maybe begging me not to look away.

She opened her mouth as if to speak, but then just lay there and took it. She didn't look away, her gaze holding as her body gently shook with the man between her legs, having sex with her. Then her eyes returned to the ceiling like she was processing being watched, before they returned to me, holding Dad's head over her shoulder as we shared that moment.

Then she opened her mouth and a little, "Oh," came out and her eyes lidded, but still fixed on me, and I watched as her body seemed to stiffen. Still looking at me, she came with my Dad's cock in her. Dad followed soon after, his hips stuttered and he groaned low, pushed in as deep as he could and I watched his butt clench as he came inside her.

Then he stayed buried there, panting against her shoulder whilst completely unaware that his wife was staring straight at his son while he emptied his balls in her vagina.

Still quite shell shocked at what I had just witnessed, I was still standing when she nodded, and as if some sort of code had developed, I fucked off into my room as Dad started to move off the bed. What do you think I did next? I took a tissue from the box beside my bed and it didn't take long until I unloaded right into it, with Maria's green eyes front and centre in my thoughts.

~~~

I had slept like a baby after my orgasm, waking up the next morning to the sounds of dishes clattering in the sink. Knowing that I would have to face the music of being a pervert sooner or later, I lightly eased myself down the stairs. Turning the bend in the hallway, there she stood looking out the kitchen window at the other opposite side of the kitchen with her back to me.

Clearly doing the dishes was some sort of therapy, as not ten feet from her sat the dishwasher, and as I said, "Good morning," she froze and dropped a cup into the sink and it broke against something.

She must have reached in or tried to catch it, because the next thing I heard was, "Aw shite," and then her finger was in her mouth as she turned to me.

"Hold it under the sink," I said as her bloodied finger emerged, and she turned back to the taps. There was a first aid kit and a fire blanket on the wall, so I soon had a plaster out, thinking nothing about coming up behind her in her thin, green robe and saying, "Let me see."

My t-shirt touched the material on her back, and with the hand that wasn't bleeding, she braced herself on the edge of the sink and dropped her head forwards before I breathed, "Turn around," and as she did, she mustn't have been sure what I was going to do as the eyes that had been in orgasm the last time I saw them, found mine as I said, "Here. Let's get this cut covered."

We both watched as the plaster surrounded the fingertip, then she mumbled, "Thank you," as I realised I hadn't let go of her hand.

Then I asked, "Is Dad away?" Maria nodded, still looking at her finger as I asked her what was heavy on my mind, "Why do you put up with it?"

"It isn't your business, love," she said towards my chest, and I put both hands on her shoulders.

"It is when I have to watch him fuck you like it's a chore for him," I said. "Like you're just...there. You deserve better than that, Maria."

My words had stung, and as she sucked in breath she turned to the sink, looking out of the window as she held onto the edge.

I stepped up behind her, she gasped as I took hold of her hips, thick and warm in my palms and soon I stood right up behind her. Her bum stuck out, she was slightly bent over and I leaned in to her right ear and said in a thick, low growl, "When was the last time you had a thunderous orgasm, Maria?"

"You can't ask me that," she said with a shaky voice, then she swallowed hard.

"Maybe you can just cum when you're being watched with him," I said, still holding her firmly.

"Kevin," she moaned as my cock-tented shorts pressed into her chunky bum crack.

"You deserve better, Maria," I said in that same harsh voice as I slid my palms forward, around the thick, soft curve of her belly with the silk feeling cool and slippery under my fingers. I found the tie, tugged on the end and the robe fell open. Then I pushed my hands in and onto her bare skin, and in parting the thin material, I cupped the heavy weight of her tits. They were full, warm, nipples already tight and Maria threw her head back and cried out, "Uh!". Then I squeezed gently, feeling their heft whilst I rolled her low sitting nipples between my fingers.

She didn't question me when I stood back to open my own ties on my shorts, then I watched her spread her legs whilst rolling the silk robe over her hips like she wanted what was going to happen, but didn't want the vulnerable intimacy of being naked.

I stepped behind her, had to bend down slightly to fit it in her with my right hand, missing the target once as she was absolutely dripping wet.

Then I entered her. "Uh....OH, oh God!" announced that she wasn't pushing me away, and soon my length was right up inside her as she reached back to my hand on her hip.

"Kevin, please," she said and I leaned forward to her ear again, asking her if it was, 'Please stop,' or, 'Please fuck me."

Bracing herself with both hands was my confirmation, and I ran my hands up her sides to her shoulders, gripping them as I drew back, then she again cried out a wail as I thrust myself back up her tunnel. The next time I did it, she pushed back against me and we did it again, until I was fully fucking my stepmother like we were young, insatiable lovers.

Her pussy was soaking my balls and thighs, my hands had moved to her hips to really pound her, and as she was trying to hold in her cries now, I leaned over her as I fucked her in deliberate, deep strokes and said, "A woman with a body like yours is built to cum, don't...fight it...cum for me, Maria."

I fucked her even harder, this wasn't making love, I actively pummelled her in long, deep thuds now, both in chase of her ultimate pleasure, with squelching thuds against her thick buttocks. She was whimpering, then I reached around her thick hips, down her front and as I learned for the first time she had a full bush as my hand sought out her clit, her spasming body, banshee screams and weakening knees confirmed I'd hit my target. then she gripped the sink edge with white knuckles, her head came back and her pussy clamped my dick as it rhythmically pulsed around my length, bringing me to my own release.

"I'm cumming," I said...Maria..."

"Kevin...Oh...G...GOD YES!" Then I was holding her hips tight to me as her walls milked me like a velvety gloved hand, and I surrendered and pumped her full. We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard, the water was still running behind her, her dishes still half-washed.

She looked down, my cock had popped out of her but was still underneath her pussy. "Holy Mary, mother of God," she said, pulling the robe back around her body.

"You deserve to feel like that, Maria," I said as I pulled my shorts up and re-tied them.

I stood there with my shorts half-tied, still smelling her cunt and feeling the wet patch on the front of my shorts where I'd leaked after I was inside her. Maria had tied the robe tight around herself again, but it didn't hide the way her thighs were pressed together to stop the flow, or the faint pink flush still on her part-exposed chest.

She looked at me like she didn't know whether to thank me or slap me on the face, and then I did what any 19 year old would do in my situation, I lied.

"I gotta go out. I said I'd erm, help my mate service his car." I don't know if I even convinced me, never mind Maria.

She nodded, eyes dropping to the floor as she tried to smile. "OK."

~~~

I drove around for a while with the windows down, trying to get my head straight. I ended up parked in a lay-by near the retail park. I was confused like the desperate teenager I was while I replayed the way she'd pushed back onto me, and how her pussy had clamped down on me when she came.

After a long, leisurely drive up the coast, trying and failing to call my mother, over the mountain pass, I pointed the Toyota towards home, my Dad's place. By the time I got back it was nearly six. The house smelled like cooking, chicken and veg was being prepared, along with potatoes. Maria was at the stove in a loose grey t-shirt and black leggings that hugged the thick curve of her bum. She'd showered and put a colour in her hair to hide the grey and tied it back, and as I entered the back door, she stood straight.