Step Mummy

I married my second husband, Dan (then 48) when I was 42. I didn't have any kids, but he had a son, Grant, who was attending university. His Mom moved quite a distance away, so he lived at home with us when he wasn't at his dorm.

Dan, the ever doting husband, was always asking his son how amazing I was, but his son seemed indifferent, kind of just agreeing with whatever his Dad said. He never even really looked at me below my collar bones. I didn't know to take it as an insult, a challenge, or just as him being respectful.

That was until one day everything changed. I had just finished working out and was headed to the kitchen to get some cold water from the refrigerator. I loved prancing around the house in my workout leggings, (you know the ones that accentuates your but and has the seem going straight down the middle? Of course you do!) and a cute little sports bra that lifted and barely contained my D-cup breasts.

He was sitting at the kitchen table, so I thought I'd try teasing him just like I had been. As I closed the refrigerator, I spun around flipping my slightly damp long dark hair as I turned to face him, smiling. "Morning, Grant," I said deliberately low and warm. He mumbled yet another disinterested reply, but I happened to notice him adjusting his shorts. That's when I knew I had his attention. I gave him a little smirk and went on with the rest of my day.

It was game on from there. When Dan wasn't around, I'd make sure to have something slip just enough to show a bit more leg here, some more cleavage there. I loved serving the guys dinner with little low-cut tops, watching Grant force himself to behave in mixed company. Poor, sweet Dan was just so happy with his life at that point, he didn't seem to notice anything that was going on.

Meanwhile in the real world, I was actually going out of my mind. Dan was not performing the way he did before we were married. After a few minutes of heavy breathing on Dan's part, and some furniture creaking, it was all over. "It'll be better next time," he'd try to encourage me. "Long day at work, sweetheart. I'm sorry." So retreating to the spare bedroom to use my vibrator started becoming a regular habit.

As I'd slip into the bedroom, I'd "accidentally" leave the door cracked just a little. As I started rubbing my desperate pussy with my vibe, I'd lean my head back and let my imagination run amuck. Vibrator in one hand, pinching my nipple with the other, I'd think of Grant watching me through the door as I inserted my toy into my dripping wet pussy. I imagined - no I knew - he could fuck me the way I needed. "Ohh I wish I had a man who knew how to please me," escaped my lips as my orgasm washed over me.

I knew I should feel guilty, and I did to a certain point. Maybe it wouldn't be like this forever, but I was desperate release. I was going to have to get it one way or another. As long as Dan never found out, he'd never be hurt, everyone can be happy.

By night I was pleasing myself to get by, but by day my plan was rolling out smoothly. I began by asking for more help with things, like bringing in the groceries, and things of that nature. "You're so much stronger than your Dad," I'd praise him. "You're a really great help!" I'd suddenly become little miss butterfingers and took every opportunity to drop something just so I could bend over in my tight jeans and give him a glimpse of what I was offering.

One day while his Dan was out schmoosing with a work client at the golf course, I cornered Grant in the kitchen. "Could you grab that for me?" I asked pointing to grab a jar on the tall shelf behind him. I knew it was going to force him to stretch in order to get it, and I was not disappointed. His shirt lifted just enough to reveal the muscular stomach of a young twenty-something year old young man with a delicious looking happy trail that disappeared into the waste band of his pants.

"All the girls at school must go crazy for you. What is it you play again?" I asked stepping closer to him.

"Football."

"Ohh, I bet they all fight over you," I prodded some more.

"Not really," he shrugged. Is he playing it cool? How cute!

"Hm. Their loss." I said cooly. "They don't know to appreciate a young, handsome man such as yourself."

Just then I noticed he was looking down my shirt. I shifted so they'd pop a little more for him. "Men always look," I said with a low giggle.

"Hey, guys! I'm home! What's for dinner? I'm starving after today!" We heard Dan's voice as he proudly entered his domicile after a long, hard day at the office. I stepped back from Grant. We'd have to finish this another time.

That night after another disappointing session with Dan, resulting in yet another argument, I retreated to the guest room. I called my friend to vent. "Dan is great, but he really isn't performing the way he used to. His son, though! Oh, my, GOD! He is like a Greek God, and the way he undresses me with his eyes when his father isn't around just makes me want to melt."

"Does he have a girlfriend or anything? Maybe you two could just fool around while you both are...in need?" My friend was not doing anything to help me stay on the straight and narrow. Oh, well.

Some time later, Dan announced he had a business trip that was going to take "just a couple days." As he was leaving, he kissed me on the cheek, while Grant just stayed focused on his phone. "You two will be fine for a couple days, right?" If only he knew what I wanted to spend the weekend doing.

"We'll muddle through, somehow, Dear," I teased him with a warm smile. I glanced at Grant who just barely peeked up over his phone at me. I bit my lip and shot him a quick smirk.

"Yeah, Dad," he said and returned to his scrolling.

With that Dan was on his way, and Grant and I had the house to ourselves for the weekend. I watched my watched my loving husband drive off before heading back in to the house. Grant must have gone to his room to study or something, so I fixed a light dinner for myself and curled up with a bottle of wine i

the living room.

After about half the bottle, I heard his voice from the entrance of the living room.

"Hey."

"Come sit with me? I hate drinking alone."

He crossed the room and sat down next to me on the couch.

"Want some?" I offered him my glass. He took the glass, turning it around in his hand, sipping it from where my lips had touched the rim. He closed his eyes in appreciation as he swallowed.

"So, I've been thinking," I began as I took the glass back and took a long swallow of the cool, sweet drink for myself. "About this house, and your father.." My voice trailed off a bit as I noticed a twinge of guilt in his eyes. I felt it too, honestly.

"I love love your Father so much. He's generous, kind, stable, caring. But even with all of those things, I'm dying, physically."

"Sounds rough." Grant didn't give much away. He's so good, like his Dad.

"Rough is exactly what I need, and I'm just not getting it." I placed my hands on his knees. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

I turned toward him, my silk night shorts riding up my leg a bit more, the spaghetti strap of my silk chamise fell. I looked him in the eyes. "If you were older, or I were younger - well if things were different, you know? Would you want to be with a woman like me?"

To my surprise, he looked me dead in the face and said, "I've thought about it a lot, actually."

"Show me." I said setting my glass down gently.

"What?"

"Just a kiss? To see...show me you mean it."

"You sure," he asked lifting his eyebrow.

I moved closer, biting my lower lip and nodded eagerly. The wine was definitely giving me more courage.

Before I knew it, his lips were on mine, and his fingers were twisted in my hair. He pulled my head to the side, exposing my neck, leaving a trail of kisses. He moved back to my mouth and I slipped my tongue between his lips, sliding it against his. He tasted of my wine and young lust. I clutched his t-shirt and moaned in to his mouth.

"I knew it!" I said when we broke apart, breathing heavily with want, "I knew you'd kiss me like that."

With that, I lead him to the guest bedroom. As soon as we were there, I pulled him into me and kissed him harder than I had downstairs. I pressed my breasts in to him and grinded my hips against him. He cupped my ass in his hands while he eagerly kissed me back. "You kiss me like you want me," I said breathlessly, "like you need me as much as I need you."

"Now I need to know who's bigger." I sank to my knees in front of him, excited about what I might find. As I pulled off his sweatpants and boxers, I was not disappointed, once again!

"Oh, wow! You're definitely bigger," I gasped in amazement. He chuckled at my amazement.

"I've been dreaming about you," I said running my tongue along his length.

"Took you long enough to say something. I've been walking around with this uncomfortable bulge in my pants for weeks, now!"

"I had to wait for the right moment," I replied sheepishly. "Let me make it up to you."

With that I engulfed his hard cock with my mouth. He breathed in sharply through his teeth. His head fell back and his hips thrust forward and the tip of him hit the back of my throat. I took all of him in my mouth, desperate to please him.

I moaned with him in my mouth, cupping his balls. "fuuuuck!" he moaned.

I pulled back and looked up at him with my wet lips glimmering, "tell me who I am to you."

"Stepmother."

"Again," saliva strung between the tip of his dick and my bottom lip.

"You're my stepmother."

"Good, boy. Step Mummy loves that." I took him in my mouth once more, sucking hard.

After a while a pulled back. "Wanna fuck?" I teased him.

"Umm, yeah!" He smiled wide.

"I thought so." I stripped off my silky top, my D-cups falling out. Then I stripped off my shorts, revealing nothing underneath. No doubt he could see my pussy juices gleaming as I laid down. "I need you to fuck me the way I'm intended to be fucked. Please don't tease me anymore than I already get teased," I pleaded.

With a shrug and a quick laugh he said, "I don't have the patience to wait." I laughed as the last bit of any angst I may have had fell away.

He laid me back, placing the head of his dick at my entrance, nothing between us. "Ohh! You're so big!" I exclaimed as he sunk himself the rest of the way inside my needy hole. He proceeded to fuck me agonizingly slow, at first.

"Harder! More!" I demanded, and boy did he come through.

My tits bounced everywhere, and I could feel his eyes on my body while he pounded me. This was exactly what I needed.

"Fuck yes, Baby!" I encouraged him, meeting each of his thrusts, "This is what I've needed!"

It wasn't long before I told him I wanted to ride him. At first he laid down and reached up to tease my tits and pinched my nipples. Oh, my God were his hands skilled! Next thing I knew he sat up and started licking kissing, and nibbling my nipples, massaging my breasts while I moved on top of him.

Eventually he started fucking me back - hard. He gripped my hips and drove himself deeper inside of me. "Look at me. Look at who's fucking you!"

I looked him in his eyes, "I see you. You're my stepson. I'm full with my stepson's huge cock!" I cried.

He laid back, rubbing my boobs in to the palms of his hands. My head fell back as my orgasm built.

"I'm gonna cum, on your dick!" And I did. I fell apart while full of my stepson's cock, my juices flowing everywhere.

After my orgasm subsided, he flipped me to my hands and knees. "I'm going to fill you, Stepmother," he growled in my ear.

"Fuck, yes! Use me the way you see fit."

After a several more thrusts, I could feel him swelling as his climax built. He plunged himself as deep as he could go and filled me, just like he said he would. I came in response. As our orgasms subsided, I laid on his chest, both of us panting. He stayed inside me until he was soft.

"Your father can never know," I said, "but I'm going to need more of this."

He kissed my forehead and smiled, "especially when my Dad's away."

"And sometimes in between," I added.

**The End**