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The next day, she started avoiding me again. This time, it’s worse. She didn’t even look me in the eye anymore. Every time our eyes met, she could probably see the change in my perception of her. I can’t deny it. I had started to see her as a woman. Not just as my stepmom, but as an attractive, full-bodied, mature woman. A woman who could give a man much pleasure.
Maybe it was the embarrassment of stroking me off. Worse, maybe it was the womanly instinct that told her I wanted much more than a hand job that day. It’s hard to hide something like that. I guess it was pretty obvious how much she had turned me on yesterday.
That scene of my erect manhood in her face was burned into my memory. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. If only she had opened her mouth wider. If only I had edged it closer to her lips. If only… If only… Damn… All these thoughts were driving me crazy.
Day 7
It was our scheduled visit to the clinic again. The silence in the car was very awkward. It has been 2 days since she started avoiding me, but I was grateful that she kept her word to see the doctor’s instructions through to the end.
At the clinic, my doctor had a pretty amused expression while looking thru my file. Then she said, “Ray, I have good and bad news for you. Which do you wanna hear first?”
Shit, that was pretty unnecessary. Might as well just tell me right? I’ve been thinking about what’s wrong with me for the past couple of weeks for God’s sake. So tell me already!
Anyway, I replied, “Good news first then…”
“Ahem… Well, there’s nothing seriously wrong with you down there… In fact, you’re experiencing a rare medical condition that would make you the envy of every guy on earth. You see… That dull pain in your nether region is caused by a belated growth spurt of your… umm… penis.”
That sure took me by surprise. She was right, it was a very pleasant surprise. So I pushed on, “Can you elaborate, doc? How much am I growing? How long is it gonna last? How about the pain I’m feeling?”
She replied, “It’s really the very first time I’m handling such a case. But there’s really nothing to worry about. Case studies indicate that the pain isn’t long term. And the degree and duration varies from patient to patient. So you need to be under continued observation.
“But this is where the bad news come in… I’ll be upfront with you. You need to perform masturbation every 3 days to collect semen samples for tests. These tests are merely precautionary. I know it hurts, but just follow thru with it okay? I just wanna make sure you’ll be fine.”
Dear me… I was listening to all this details from the doctor. It was pretty awkward stuff. I side-glanced at my stepmom. She was trying to keep a straight face, acting nonchalant. But I know it was uneasy for her while the doctor revealed such personal details about my condition.
To be continued?
My stepmom was getting a little fidgety in her seat while taking in all this. I don’t think she would have liked to know how often I’d be masturbating in my room during this period. It was too much embarrassingly private information. But most of all, the imperative issue was whether she had to go along with this next step.
Finally, she couldn’t hold it in anymore and inquired further, “So… So Doctor Tan, do I need to help him with this… err… collecting of… his… his sperm?”
The doctor continued, “Relax Mrs Lim… From here on, I believe it’s alright for Ray to collect these samples by himself. I mean, it wouldn’t be reasonable for me to request you to help him with this kind of things. It would be so embarrassing for you… Hahah…”
My stepmom heaved a sigh of relief. She could escape this troubling predicament at long last. This news was like a rainbow after the storm to her and I finally saw her smile again. She had pulled a long black face ever since that incident 2 days ago. She was a decent lady with a strict and proper upbringing after all. It was just downright unthinkable for her to be handling her stepson’s cock.
This bout of so-called good news, however, dampened my spirits a little. I know it’s unnatural for us to have gone on that way but still, I couldn’t help feeling disappointed. My stepmom was the most beautiful woman I know. I had the privilege of feeling her hands on my meat rod but I honestly can’t say it was enough for me.
Doctor Tan instructed me to pull my pants down for her to take a measurement of my penis as a record. Well, I really couldn’t tell if I had grown at all down there. I had always been a studious kid and I didn’t have a habit of playing with my dick too much. I really can’t recall the last time I bothered to take note of my penis length. But now that my doctor had brought this condition to my attention, 7 full inches at erection was indeed a little larger than I had remembered it to be.
While my stepmom was still beaming with gladness, my doctor said, “However Mrs Lim, if it isn’t too much hassle, can I trouble you to take these length measurements on my behalf? I will be away to attend a medical convention in Hong Kong and I won’t be back till 2 weeks later.”
I could almost hear my stepmom’s heart drop once again. She stared at Doctor Tan, utterly speechless.
Immediately sensing her shock, the doctor added, “But… It’s not that important actually. They’re just for my observation and record. We can always do those 2 weeks later, you know… Hahah…”
The atmosphere in the room sure got awkward. But being a soft-hearted person that my stepmom was, she just couldn’t find it in her to reject the doctor’s plea for a little help.
She timidly answered, “O…Okay… I guess I’ll help. It’s just for another 2 weeks… I should be alright… I guess…”
My stepmom was helplessly cornered by her own niceness. I had a feeling this was to be her downfall. Not only was she going to be seeing more of my meat stick up close, she would probably find out just how hard I can get.
To be continued?
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runroader
My stepmom was getting a little fidgety in her seat while taking in all this. I don’t think she would have liked to know how often I’d be masturbating in my room during this period. It was too much embarrassingly private information. But most of all, the imperative issue was whether she had to go along with this next step.
Finally, she couldn’t hold it in anymore and inquired further, “So… So Doctor Tan, do I need to help him with this… err… collecting of… his… his sperm?”
The doctor continued, “Relax Mrs Lim… From here on, I believe it’s alright for Ray to collect these samples by himself. I mean, it wouldn’t be reasonable for me to request you to help him with this kind of things. It would be so embarrassing for you… Hahah…”
My stepmom heaved a sigh of relief. She could escape this troubling predicament at long last. This news was like a rainbow after the storm to her and I finally saw her smile again. She had pulled a long black face ever since that incident 2 days ago. She was a decent lady with a strict and proper upbringing after all. It was just downright unthinkable for her to be handling her stepson’s cock.
This bout of so-called good news, however, dampened my spirits a little. I know it’s unnatural for us to have gone on that way but still, I couldn’t help feeling disappointed. My stepmom was the most beautiful woman I know. I had the privilege of feeling her hands on my meat rod but I honestly can’t say it was enough for me.
Doctor Tan instructed me to pull my pants down for her to take a measurement of my penis as a record. Well, I really couldn’t tell if I had grown at all down there. I had always been a studious kid and I didn’t have a habit of playing with my dick too much. I really can’t recall the last time I bothered to take note of my penis length. But now that my doctor had brought this condition to my attention, 7 full inches at erection was indeed a little larger than I had remembered it to be.
While my stepmom was still beaming with gladness, my doctor said, “However Mrs Lim, if it isn’t too much hassle, can I trouble you to take these length measurements on my behalf? I will be away to attend a medical convention in Hong Kong and I won’t be back till 2 weeks later.”
I could almost hear my stepmom’s heart drop once again. She stared at Doctor Tan, utterly speechless.
Immediately sensing her shock, the doctor added, “But… It’s not that important actually. They’re just for my observation and record. We can always do those 2 weeks later, you know… Hahah…”
The atmosphere in the room sure got awkward. But being a soft-hearted person that my stepmom was, she just couldn’t find it in her to reject the doctor’s plea for a little help.
She timidly answered, “O…Okay… I guess I’ll help. It’s just for another 2 weeks… I should be alright… I guess…”
My stepmom was helplessly cornered by her own niceness. I had a feeling this was to be her downfall. Not only was she going to be seeing more of my meat stick up close, she would probably find out just how hard I can get.
To be continued?
Day 10
Ever we came back from the visit to the clinic, she resumed her torturous silent treatment towards me. For days she went about her daily routine while treating me like I’m invisible. We did not even have our meals together anymore. All she did was leave a note saying, “I will be busy these days. You’ll have to eat out. I’m sorry. Love, Mom.”
That’s actually quite alright with me. I’m not fussy about not having home-cooked food. But the one thing that really bothered me was her cold shoulder. We have always been close and talked about anything. She treats me like her real son, though I can’t say I treat her like my real mom. But I have always treated her with at least the respect for a big sister. Come on, you can’t blame me. She’s older than me by just 10 years, plus she looks younger than her actual age.
But after what we had been through, I can’t say for sure I see her in the same light as before. My respect for her is still intact, but I also became fully conscious that she’s also a very appealing-looking woman. Whenever she walks around the house in her usual outfit of singlet and shorts, I can’t help but steal glances at her.
She always has this uncaring and nonchalant expression on her face. My friends call her the ice queen in college. Why is she famous with my friends, you ask? Well, there was one time when my classmates came to my house to do a project. Maybe I was used to seeing my mom in her casual but somewhat skimpy home clothes. But she nearly drove my male classmates crazy with infatuation with her awesome figure underneath.
It was really embarrassing. Back on campus, they spread rumours that my stepmom’s hot body was stuff wet dreams are made of. It was further said that the guys who met her had the image of her ample cleavage under her singlet burnt forever into their memory. Some of them even wanted to hang out and hold parties at my place, but I always brushed them off.
All that while, I always dismissed their over-the-top reactions as a prank on me. But now I could see a little of the truth behind their exaggeration. Whenever I recollected the day she was on her knees holding me softly in her timid hands, her damp hot body glistening in afternoon humidity, it would always end with me jerking off in my room. That incident between us made me feel like I just had a taste of something I could never truly have. It only made me want it more. And I really hated that.
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runroader
Day 10
Ever we came back from the visit to the clinic, she resumed her torturous silent treatment towards me. For days she went about her daily routine while treating me like I’m invisible. We did not even have our meals together anymore. All she did was leave a note saying, “I will be busy these days. You’ll have to eat out. I’m sorry. Love, Mom.”
That’s actually quite alright with me. I’m not fussy about not having home-cooked food. But the one thing that really bothered me was her cold shoulder. We have always been close and talked about anything. She treats me like her real son, though I can’t say I treat her like my real mom. But I have always treated her with at least the respect for a big sister. Come on, you can’t blame me. She’s older than me by just 10 years, plus she looks younger than her actual age.
But after what we had been through, I can’t say for sure I see her in the same light as before. My respect for her is still intact, but I also became fully conscious that she’s also a very appealing-looking woman. Whenever she walks around the house in her usual outfit of singlet and shorts, I can’t help but steal glances at her.
She always has this uncaring and nonchalant expression on her face. My friends call her the ice queen in college. Why is she famous with my friends, you ask? Well, there was one time when my classmates came to my house to do a project. Maybe I was used to seeing my mom in her casual but somewhat skimpy home clothes. But she nearly drove my male classmates crazy with infatuation with her awesome figure underneath.
It was really embarrassing. Back on campus, they spread rumours that my stepmom’s hot body was stuff wet dreams are made of. It was further said that the guys who met her had the image of her ample cleavage under her singlet burnt forever into their memory. Some of them even wanted to hang out and hold parties at my place, but I always brushed them off.
All that while, I always dismissed their over-the-top reactions as a prank on me. But now I could see a little of the truth behind their exaggeration. Whenever I recollected the day she was on her knees holding me softly in her timid hands, her damp hot body glistening in afternoon humidity, it would always end with me jerking off in my room. That incident between us made me feel like I just had a taste of something I could never truly have. It only made me want it more. And I really hated that.
To be continued?
Besides having our meals separately, there is one more routine that changed. These days, she brings work home and just immerses herself in it. Then she watches TV in her room for the rest of the night. She has started going to bed an hour earlier than her usual bedtime at 12 pm. But I notice that the dim light under her closed door and I could hear the soft chattering of TV dramas.
I didn’t think much of it. She’s just tired I guess. But the strange thing is, she never used to lock her door. I was a little hurt. Did she think I would turn into an animal and barge through her door one day and do things to her? I may have shown her my lustful side but I’m not nuts. As much as I fantasise about her, I would never force her to do something like that against her will.
And tonight, something stranger happened. It was past 11 pm but she suddenly emerged from her room while I was watching TV in the living room. She didn’t even look at me as she ghosted past me to the door with her wallet in her hand. She didn’t even bother to change out of her thin, revealing singlet.
Where could she be going at such a late hour? What’s the rush? I looked towards the closed door of her bedroom. She made me a little curious. In her urgency, she couldn’t have locked the door. So I put my hand on the door knob and turned. Yup, it wasn’t locked. I stepped inside and looked around. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for a faint smell of her natural body scent. And then a hint of something else in the air. A different and unfamiliar, but yet apparently bodily scent.
It didn’t smell like perfume but I could at least tell it was definitely organic. I have been in her room before and I have never encountered this before. Since she wouldn’t be back immediately, I thought it no harm to have a look around. I had nothing better to do and this would just take a while. I just had to be careful with her stuff and I was sure she wouldn’t notice.
I didn’t want to rummage through her drawers. That would be just rude. I caught a glimpse of her messy sheets. There was something oddly shaped almost peeking out of the corner of her covers. I stepped nearer and lifted it a bit. My jaws dropped. Laying beneath was a manhood-shaped toy. I had never touched one of these before and I wasn’t about to. But what was she doing with something like that? It was obvious.
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runroader
Besides having our meals separately, there is one more routine that changed. These days, she brings work home and just immerses herself in it. Then she watches TV in her room for the rest of the night. She has started going to bed an hour earlier than her usual bedtime at 12 pm. But I notice that the dim light under her closed door and I could hear the soft chattering of TV dramas.
I didn’t think much of it. She’s just tired I guess. But the strange thing is, she never used to lock her door. I was a little hurt. Did she think I would turn into an animal and barge through her door one day and do things to her? I may have shown her my lustful side but I’m not nuts. As much as I fantasise about her, I would never force her to do something like that against her will.
And tonight, something stranger happened. It was past 11 pm but she suddenly emerged from her room while I was watching TV in the living room. She didn’t even look at me as she ghosted past me to the door with her wallet in her hand. She didn’t even bother to change out of her thin, revealing singlet.
Where could she be going at such a late hour? What’s the rush? I looked towards the closed door of her bedroom. She made me a little curious. In her urgency, she couldn’t have locked the door. So I put my hand on the door knob and turned. Yup, it wasn’t locked. I stepped inside and looked around. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for a faint smell of her natural body scent. And then a hint of something else in the air. A different and unfamiliar, but yet apparently bodily scent.
It didn’t smell like perfume but I could at least tell it was definitely organic. I have been in her room before and I have never encountered this before. Since she wouldn’t be back immediately, I thought it no harm to have a look around. I had nothing better to do and this would just take a while. I just had to be careful with her stuff and I was sure she wouldn’t notice.
I didn’t want to rummage through her drawers. That would be just rude. I caught a glimpse of her messy sheets. There was something oddly shaped almost peeking out of the corner of her covers. I stepped nearer and lifted it a bit. My jaws dropped. Laying beneath was a manhood-shaped toy. I had never touched one of these before and I wasn’t about to. But what was she doing with something like that? It was obvious.
To be continued?
That thing had to be out of batteries. In the middle of her relief, no less. I took a closer look at it. That damn toy was still wet. The length of it was average, I would say about 5 inches. I smiled to myself. It was even smaller than me. But the girth of it was about right. As I recalled, with her small hands, she could not wrap her fingers around me. She most definitely would need both hands to manipulate this thing.
Well, a woman has her needs too. Judging from the amount of moisture on that toy, she must have been using it for quite a while before the batteries suddenly died on her. She must have been pretty damn close, or she wouldn’t rush out to get them in this time of the night. I wondered how intense she was going at it. Could she fit the whole length inside her? Did it fully satisfy her? Who was she thinking of?
I reached my hand out and touched it with my index finger. Then I rolled the slightly viscous liquid between my fingers and smelled it for a second. Yup, that was the same foreign scent in the room. Slightly musky but quite faint. My stepmom has always been a health and hygiene-obsessed lady. It was no surprise her body smelled pleasant outside and in.
I gripped her toy and squeezed the female juices from the bottom to the tip, milking as much as I could onto the palms of my hand. Then I hid the toy back in the covers and left her room the way it was. I took great care to make sure nothing was out of place before closing the door behind me.
Next, I switched off the TV in the living room, went back to my room and locked the door. I masturbated to thoughts of her while stroking myself with my juiced-up right hand. All the while, I imagined that it was her pussy massaging my fully erect manhood. In just a under a minute, I blew my load. A feeling of emptiness befell me almost immediately. I felt so lame and pathetic that I wanted to cry. This was my stepmom, and I felt like a pervert.
To be continued?
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runroader
That thing had to be out of batteries. In the middle of her relief, no less. I took a closer look at it. That damn toy was still wet. The length of it was average, I would say about 5 inches. I smiled to myself. It was even smaller than me. But the girth of it was about right. As I recalled, with her small hands, she could not wrap her fingers around me. She most definitely would need both hands to manipulate this thing.
Well, a woman has her needs too. Judging from the amount of moisture on that toy, she must have been using it for quite a while before the batteries suddenly died on her. She must have been pretty damn close, or she wouldn’t rush out to get them in this time of the night. I wondered how intense she was going at it. Could she fit the whole length inside her? Did it fully satisfy her? Who was she thinking of?
I reached my hand out and touched it with my index finger. Then I rolled the slightly viscous liquid between my fingers and smelled it for a second. Yup, that was the same foreign scent in the room. Slightly musky but quite faint. My stepmom has always been a health and hygiene-obsessed lady. It was no surprise her body smelled pleasant outside and in.
I gripped her toy and squeezed the female juices from the bottom to the tip, milking as much as I could onto the palms of my hand. Then I hid the toy back in the covers and left her room the way it was. I took great care to make sure nothing was out of place before closing the door behind me.
Next, I switched off the TV in the living room, went back to my room and locked the door. I masturbated to thoughts of her while stroking myself with my juiced-up right hand. All the while, I imagined that it was her pussy massaging my fully erect manhood. In just a under a minute, I blew my load. A feeling of emptiness befell me almost immediately. I felt so lame and pathetic that I wanted to cry. This was my stepmom, and I felt like a pervert.
To be continued?
Day 11
Today is the scheduled check cum measurement that my doctor had tasked my mom with. After school, I headed straight for home to do my schoolwork and also to wait for her to come back. I hope she hadn’t forgotten about this. Last night, I never came out of my room after relieving myself to thoughts of her. But I did hear her come back shortly after I finished with myself. She went back to her her room and the night ended like that.
In my usual home clothes of shorts and tee, I hadn’t bothered with my underwear like the last time we did this check. I would probably jack myself off right after she leaves my room anyway. So what’s the point, I thought. The anticipation of my sexy stepmom’s hands on me were enough to make me erect. The image of her beautiful face just an inch away from the pointy tip of my manhood, so menacing and dangerously close to her flushed cheeks and succulent lips, were making me twitch below.
I watched TV and waited till just a little past 5.30 pm when I heard the sound of keys outside the door. My heart raced. I couldn’t explain the euphoria at that moment. I was as excited as a schoolboy about to watch my first porn video. As I watched her slim, curvy back as she took her shoes off, her bubble butt stuck out towards me as she bent forward. Man, would I want to have my hands on that hot ass.
She turned and saw me gawking but she pretended not to notice. It was the silent treatment again. I’m cool with that. After what I found last night, I realised she’s just a woman with needs too. My Dad had been away for quite some time too, so it’s been hard on her. I stood there staring blankly as I thought to myself. With just a glance at me, she knew what I was waiting for.
“Okay Ray, let’s get this done. I have work to do.”
I said, “Uh.. O.. Okay, but you’re not going to change?”
“Nah.. It’s alright. It wouldn’t take long right?” She said as she threw a suspicious look at me.
I was slightly intimidated and answered, “No Ma’am.. I guess not.”
I thought we were going back to my room but she just pointed to the living room sofa and told me to sit down. Then she pulled all the curtains down. I guess after the last time, she was apprehensive about coming into my room this time. I can understand that, she’s afraid I would get too comfortable again.
With unclean thoughts running through my head recently, I could hardly keep from having an erection at this point. As she hooked her fingers on my waistband and pulled my shorts down to mid-thigh, my semi-erect pole sprang up and almost hit her in the cheeks. She stared at my engorged tip and her mouth opened as if she’s a little astonished.
To be continued?
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runroader
Day 11
Today is the scheduled check cum measurement that my doctor had tasked my mom with. After school, I headed straight for home to do my schoolwork and also to wait for her to come back. I hope she hadn’t forgotten about this. Last night, I never came out of my room after relieving myself to thoughts of her. But I did hear her come back shortly after I finished with myself. She went back to her her room and the night ended like that.
In my usual home clothes of shorts and tee, I hadn’t bothered with my underwear like the last time we did this check. I would probably jack myself off right after she leaves my room anyway. So what’s the point, I thought. The anticipation of my sexy stepmom’s hands on me were enough to make me erect. The image of her beautiful face just an inch away from the pointy tip of my manhood, so menacing and dangerously close to her flushed cheeks and succulent lips, were making me twitch below.
I watched TV and waited till just a little past 5.30 pm when I heard the sound of keys outside the door. My heart raced. I couldn’t explain the euphoria at that moment. I was as excited as a schoolboy about to watch my first porn video. As I watched her slim, curvy back as she took her shoes off, her bubble butt stuck out towards me as she bent forward. Man, would I want to have my hands on that hot ass.
She turned and saw me gawking but she pretended not to notice. It was the silent treatment again. I’m cool with that. After what I found last night, I realised she’s just a woman with needs too. My Dad had been away for quite some time too, so it’s been hard on her. I stood there staring blankly as I thought to myself. With just a glance at me, she knew what I was waiting for.
“Okay Ray, let’s get this done. I have work to do.”
I said, “Uh.. O.. Okay, but you’re not going to change?”
“Nah.. It’s alright. It wouldn’t take long right?” She said as she threw a suspicious look at me.
I was slightly intimidated and answered, “No Ma’am.. I guess not.”
I thought we were going back to my room but she just pointed to the living room sofa and told me to sit down. Then she pulled all the curtains down. I guess after the last time, she was apprehensive about coming into my room this time. I can understand that, she’s afraid I would get too comfortable again.
With unclean thoughts running through my head recently, I could hardly keep from having an erection at this point. As she hooked her fingers on my waistband and pulled my shorts down to mid-thigh, my semi-erect pole sprang up and almost hit her in the cheeks. She stared at my engorged tip and her mouth opened as if she’s a little astonished.
To be continued?
“R… Ray! What… I mean… How am I supposed to do the check with… oh my… this?” Her widened eyes never left the tip of my dick as she protested. I wasn’t supposed to be erect while taking the measurements.
“I… I dunno!… All I did was think about the check and… this happened!! I swear to God I didn’t want this…” I half-lied. Sure I was hot for her, but springing an erection in her face was sure to piss her off. I had intended to start off normally and hold off this reaction for as long as I could until the inevitable. At least I could blame it on my male reflexes because of her hands on my penis. Now, this was pushing it.
“You could have told me before I pulled down your… I can’t… Oh God…” she was utterly perplexed and covered her face with her hands in frustration as she remained kneeling in the floor. There was an awkward silence between the both of us and the soft sounds on the TV had become rather deafening. My hardened meat was still waving in the air as I sat on the sofa and waited for her to decide what to do.
A moment later, sounding troubled with her face still buried in her hands, she said, “Okay Ray, tell you what… I promised I’ll help you out till the doctor comes back and I’ll keep my promise. It’s just a couple more times we have to do this, at least don’t behave like you’re enjoying it! I can’t take it!! I’m still your stepmother and you have to have some decency towards me!!”
I quickly nodded. I was grinning in my heart. I’m not asking for much, just a hand from a beautiful woman. Never mind she’s my stepmother or not. I should be feeling guilty about this but I couldn’t care less. I was sick of jacking off by myself and I needed a little help from her that’s all, I justified to myself. Nothing else matters for now.
She looked up at me with an annoyed expression as she gripped my erect cock with one hand and started stroking. She was observing my reaction as she did it. She was obviously ready to abandon this little fiasco of mine if she sensed even a little exploitation of her kindness. I tried not to let my euphoria show. It was starting to feel good and this pretense was a little hard to keep up.
She kept up a steady rhythm of strokes but at that pace, all she was doing was helping me maintain my erection. She even applied her saliva like the last time to grease me up in case I got abrasions. She had to keep spitting onto my penile tip whenever she felt that the grip got dry. It helped to ease the strokes, but it wasn’t doing enough to make me cum. Before I knew it, we were 5 minutes into it but I still wasn’t even close to coming at all. I needed a little more stimulus. And she too was getting restless from stroking my meat.
“This could take forever…” she muttered as she pondered to herself. She moved her face close enough to touch my cock and then looked up at me. Showing a little annoyance, she said, “Close your eyes, Ray. I don’t want you to be looking.” I didn’t know what to expect, but I complied anyway. After I shut my eyes, there was no movement from her. I could sense her uncertainty and apprehension about what she was about to do next.
But after about 5 seconds into the passive stillness, I suddenly felt her cautious wet tongue flick onto my sensitive penile head. My eyes almost flew open again. With just the tip of her tongue, she licked around the circumference of my meaty head. God, it was more than I bargained for. While I was still in shock from my first such experience, she lightly dabbed her tongue downwards along my length from my tip to the base of pole. Then she plastered her tongue on my base, dragged her tongue wetly back up to the top and circled it around my tip.
I could feel her blowing hot breath on my sensitive meat helmet. My cock was jerking uncontrollably from the stimulation and she had to use both hand along the length of my shaft to hold me still while she teased the tip. After a few more seconds of licking around the top, she engulfed the head with her mouth. I opened my eyes a little to peek down. I saw the contours of her wet lips were a perfect match around the shape of my angry, swollen penile head as she held me in her mouth. She must have tasted my precum while she licked and sucked me inside her mouth, I thought to myself.
To be continued?
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runroader
“R… Ray! What… I mean… How am I supposed to do the check with… oh my… this?” Her widened eyes never left the tip of my dick as she protested. I wasn’t supposed to be erect while taking the measurements.
“I… I dunno!… All I did was think about the check and… this happened!! I swear to God I didn’t want this…” I half-lied. Sure I was hot for her, but springing an erection in her face was sure to piss her off. I had intended to start off normally and hold off this reaction for as long as I could until the inevitable. At least I could blame it on my male reflexes because of her hands on my penis. Now, this was pushing it.
“You could have told me before I pulled down your… I can’t… Oh God…” she was utterly perplexed and covered her face with her hands in frustration as she remained kneeling in the floor. There was an awkward silence between the both of us and the soft sounds on the TV had become rather deafening. My hardened meat was still waving in the air as I sat on the sofa and waited for her to decide what to do.
A moment later, sounding troubled with her face still buried in her hands, she said, “Okay Ray, tell you what… I promised I’ll help you out till the doctor comes back and I’ll keep my promise. It’s just a couple more times we have to do this, at least don’t behave like you’re enjoying it! I can’t take it!! I’m still your stepmother and you have to have some decency towards me!!”
I quickly nodded. I was grinning in my heart. I’m not asking for much, just a hand from a beautiful woman. Never mind she’s my stepmother or not. I should be feeling guilty about this but I couldn’t care less. I was sick of jacking off by myself and I needed a little help from her that’s all, I justified to myself. Nothing else matters for now.
She looked up at me with an annoyed expression as she gripped my erect cock with one hand and started stroking. She was observing my reaction as she did it. She was obviously ready to abandon this little fiasco of mine if she sensed even a little exploitation of her kindness. I tried not to let my euphoria show. It was starting to feel good and this pretense was a little hard to keep up.
She kept up a steady rhythm of strokes but at that pace, all she was doing was helping me maintain my erection. She even applied her saliva like the last time to grease me up in case I got abrasions. She had to keep spitting onto my penile tip whenever she felt that the grip got dry. It helped to ease the strokes, but it wasn’t doing enough to make me cum. Before I knew it, we were 5 minutes into it but I still wasn’t even close to coming at all. I needed a little more stimulus. And she too was getting restless from stroking my meat.
“This could take forever…” she muttered as she pondered to herself. She moved her face close enough to touch my cock and then looked up at me. Showing a little annoyance, she said, “Close your eyes, Ray. I don’t want you to be looking.” I didn’t know what to expect, but I complied anyway. After I shut my eyes, there was no movement from her. I could sense her uncertainty and apprehension about what she was about to do next.
But after about 5 seconds into the passive stillness, I suddenly felt her cautious wet tongue flick onto my sensitive penile head. My eyes almost flew open again. With just the tip of her tongue, she licked around the circumference of my meaty head. God, it was more than I bargained for. While I was still in shock from my first such experience, she lightly dabbed her tongue downwards along my length from my tip to the base of pole. Then she plastered her tongue on my base, dragged her tongue wetly back up to the top and circled it around my tip.
I could feel her blowing hot breath on my sensitive meat helmet. My cock was jerking uncontrollably from the stimulation and she had to use both hand along the length of my shaft to hold me still while she teased the tip. After a few more seconds of licking around the top, she engulfed the head with her mouth. I opened my eyes a little to peek down. I saw the contours of her wet lips were a perfect match around the shape of my angry, swollen penile head as she held me in her mouth. She must have tasted my precum while she licked and sucked me inside her mouth, I thought to myself.
To be continued?
From holding my tip in her mouth, she slowly descended. i could myself sliding down her oral cavity, coming into her throat. When she had taken about 6 of my thick 7 inches, she gagged and slowly pulled back from my shaft. There were tears in her eyes as i could see her valiant effort in trying to fully take in. She coughed a little as my meat stock exited. After wiping her tears away, she glanced at my face once more to check if I was looking. I shut my eyes instantly before she realised.
I peeked down at her again and she was just holding me in both palms, staring intently at my meat stick. A few seconds later, she took me in her mouth once again. She sucked along the upper half of my length, giving most of her attention to my sensitive meat tip. She took care to work her tongue around me. Every now and then, she slid her tongue down to my root and licked around my testicles, not forgetting to give them a tantalizing tongue bath.
As she licked back up, suddenly with a fierce determination, she went down as far as she could. This time, she managed to take almost my entire boner before coming back up to breathe. I was truly impressed with her fighting spirit. I didn’t even remember to shut my eyes as I was engrossed in the sensations of her deepthroats. While I blankly looked down as she licked and sucked, she glanced at me again and caught me this time.
She pulled her mouth off my cock straight away and snapped angrily, “Ray!… I said no looking! Didn’t you understand a word I was telling you?!”
“But Mom… It felt so good… I… I can’t help myself from looking while you… Ermmm…”
She went on, “I’m only trying to help you get rid of this… hard on… and you shouldn’t be watching me… do this…”
She had no idea how much I was enjoying this. How I needed this very badly. But I had to try not to let it show as I replied, “It’s alright Mom… I know you’re just trying to help. I won’t tell anyone! I promise!!!”
“I’ll literally kill you if you leak this out, Ray!! An… And you better come soon… you’re taking too long…”
I think she was getting impatient again. She cautiously looked into my eyes as she pulled my erection down towards her face. I gave a sheepish smile, indicating that I’m fine with it. While still looking up at me, she pointed my meat stick at her mouth and resumed sucking. I looked at the mirror at my side. This was like a scene from a porn video where an office lady sucks a naked man while on her knees. But the biggest difference is, we are stepmom and stepson.
Just then, something I saw in the mirror caught my attention. While on her knees, her left hand let go of me and dropped south. Her hand stopped just between her legs and idly hung there. Her eyes were close by now but she kept up with the licks and sucks, occasionally taking me full length into her mouth. She gagged less and less.
To be continued?
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From holding my tip in her mouth, she slowly descended. i could myself sliding down her oral cavity, coming into her throat. When she had taken about 6 of my thick 7 inches, she gagged and slowly pulled back from my shaft. There were tears in her eyes as i could see her valiant effort in trying to fully take in. She coughed a little as my meat stock exited. After wiping her tears away, she glanced at my face once more to check if I was looking. I shut my eyes instantly before she realised.
I peeked down at her again and she was just holding me in both palms, staring intently at my meat stick. A few seconds later, she took me in her mouth once again. She sucked along the upper half of my length, giving most of her attention to my sensitive meat tip. She took care to work her tongue around me. Every now and then, she slid her tongue down to my root and licked around my testicles, not forgetting to give them a tantalizing tongue bath.
As she licked back up, suddenly with a fierce determination, she went down as far as she could. This time, she managed to take almost my entire boner before coming back up to breathe. I was truly impressed with her fighting spirit. I didn’t even remember to shut my eyes as I was engrossed in the sensations of her deepthroats. While I blankly looked down as she licked and sucked, she glanced at me again and caught me this time.
She pulled her mouth off my cock straight away and snapped angrily, “Ray!… I said no looking! Didn’t you understand a word I was telling you?!”
“But Mom… It felt so good… I… I can’t help myself from looking while you… Ermmm…”
She went on, “I’m only trying to help you get rid of this… hard on… and you shouldn’t be watching me… do this…”
She had no idea how much I was enjoying this. How I needed this very badly. But I had to try not to let it show as I replied, “It’s alright Mom… I know you’re just trying to help. I won’t tell anyone! I promise!!!”
“I’ll literally kill you if you leak this out, Ray!! An… And you better come soon… you’re taking too long…”
I think she was getting impatient again. She cautiously looked into my eyes as she pulled my erection down towards her face. I gave a sheepish smile, indicating that I’m fine with it. While still looking up at me, she pointed my meat stick at her mouth and resumed sucking. I looked at the mirror at my side. This was like a scene from a porn video where an office lady sucks a naked man while on her knees. But the biggest difference is, we are stepmom and stepson.
Just then, something I saw in the mirror caught my attention. While on her knees, her left hand let go of me and dropped south. Her hand stopped just between her legs and idly hung there. Her eyes were close by now but she kept up with the licks and sucks, occasionally taking me full length into her mouth. She gagged less and less.
To be continued?
All of a sudden she paused and said, “Can you close your eyes, Ray?… I don’t want to keep repeating myself…”
I obediently obliged. But I tilted my head towards my wardrobe mirror. I opened my eyes just a little to keep watching her. Once she thought I wasn’t looking anymore, her idle hand dipped between her legs. I couldn’t see what was going on in the shadow under her skirt but there was a continuous rubbing motion from her hand. She closed her eyes again, and resumed sucking and licking but a little more fervently now.
She began moving her head more and and the tongue action got a little more eager. She even tried a few angles as she deepthroated me, to try to take my thickness more comfortably. And I also noticed the movement of her rubbing hand between her legs got a little faster and her breathing quickened.
As she worked on me, she couldn’t help but slobber a little as she got into her rhythm. I could feel her saliva running down my erect shaft as she alternated between sucking, licking and deepthroating. It got so wet to the point her spit dripped from my balls. She didn’t care. She was thoroughly engrossed in doing all she can to make me cum. I was highly suspicious of whether she was doing it for me like she claimed, or for her own gratification at this point.
But that wasn’t important now, was it? I was having the most erotic time ever, having my fuck stick sucked within an inch of it’s young life, by my stern and beautiful stepmom no less.
As the temperature in the living room got impossibly humid now, she pulled her mouth off me and took her cotton blazer off. She unbuttoned the top 2 buttons of her white, thin work shirt and pushed her collar wide open to let some heat out. I could see the droplets of sweat on the healthy, tanned skin of her heaving chest. Those droplets rolled down into her cleavage as she moved to fold and put her blazer away.
I watched till I gulped. I could smell the body sweat from the both of us, mixed with a hint of her perfume. Satisfied and feeling orderly now, she leaned forward and captured the head of my leaking cock with the tip of her tongue, and continued leaning into my lap as her sweet mouth descended on me again. As if forgetting something, she quickly removed her right hand from my shaft and took an elastic hair band out from her skirt pocket. She then lifted her left hand and swept her hair from the cheeks of her face.
While doing this, her mouth never once left my saliva-coated and painfully erect manhood. Next, she reached both hands up and behind her to tie her hair into a pony tail. As she arched her back and tied her hair, her stretched and somewhat strained body came into a perfect S-shape. It greatly enhanced the curves on her already-awesome figure.
From both our side views on the mirror’s reflection, I could see her working her tongue. She was bobbing and tilting her face while sucking me hands free. I could also see her slightly overflowing saliva running down my length every now and then as she tirelessly worked on me. This erotic visual combination blew my mind. I could feel myself getting close.
To be continued?