Garage Band
written by:
Raingirl

Garage band

I'm Leslie, 35 years old and recently married for the second time to my divorce attorney no less! Mark is 45 and has been divorced for 3 years and has a very successful practice. We live in his our on the outskirts of Malibu in a very modern house built into the hillside. Mark's son, Ken, lives there too.

Ken wasn't too keen on having a new stepmother in the house and was still pretty ticked at his parents for splitting up. He was a handsome kid, 18, sandy blonde hair, 6' tall and his favorite past time is surfing when he's not playing the drums.

Now, my first husband was 8 years younger than me and I guess I thought being married to a younger man would make me more youthful. All it really did was make me realize that the son-of-a-bitch was sleeping around with a bunch of teenie boppers that hung around the clothing shop he worked at. It turns out that he finally got fired for fucking girls in the dressing rooms!

During the divorce proceedings, Mark was really sweet with me but we had to keep everything pretty business-like until after the divorce was final for ethics reasons and so forth. It did become pretty obvious that we were falling in love during the four month process. I figured that Mark would be a good stable influence and a good provider. That was particularly pertinent because I was really aching to have a child before I got too old.

It was four months after our marriage that I found out I was pregnant! The doctor figured I must have gotten pregnant within the first week or so from of our wedding day. It wasn't hard to figure out since Mark and I went on a ten day honeymoon to Maui and fucked like rabbits everyday we were there.

Ken was not happy to hear the news that he was going to have a new step brother or sister. His eyes would turn dark when he'd look at me as if I'd ruined his old way of life

Ken loves to play those damned drums and I told his dad I couldn't stand having him playing those things constantly when he was home. The compromise was to move his drums and music recording stuff to a two-car garage that was located on the winding driveway up from the road. It wasn't connected to the house, but the way it was dug into the hillside, it would make it a much quieter situation around the house. There was a switch-back stairway up from the garage to the front patio by the pool. The house was built on a rocky outcropping and was shaped like a "V". The master suite was on one leg of the "V" and the other bedrooms (including Ken's was on the other, separated by the pool in the middle. The common areas were in the base of the "V".

Now Ken wasn't very happy about being displaced because of his "evil step mother" but after a while, I think he liked it better because he could have his friends over and jam into the night without bothering me.

It was late June and Ken graduated from high school. His plan was to start a little band and try to record some of his music that he wrote. I didn't really care for it all that much, but I figured it was his chance to try to do something he dreamed of. Mark was pretty much into letting him do whatever he wanted and Ken had no chores or responsibilities around the house.

The three of us seemed to settle into a new routine. Mark would get up and work out either swimming or on the treadmill, then shower and head to work about 9:30 AM. I usually wait til he went to work and then I'd slip on a swim suit and swim for 30-45 minutes, then lay out in the sun for an hour or so then I'd go get showered and cleaned up. My tummy was starting to protrude as if I'd swallowed a half a cantaloupe and I couldn't find a one piece that wasn't ugly as sin, so I just wore bikinis and let my tummy show off to the world.

Even though Mark was a good lover and we'd make love nearly every night, I'd still be as horny as hell during the day as I schlepped around the house. I found myself masturbating in the shower, lying around the house watching TV during the day and even while I was in the pool. It seems that my pregnancy had kicked my hormones into overdrive (Not as if I wasn't horny before I got pregnant) and I was constantly thinking about sex, wondering when my next "fix" would be.

Ken started his own routine. Even though Ken's bedroom was probably 80' away from the master, the floor to ceiling windows out to the view made it easy to see into the room. The first little shock I had was when I was swimming one morning. Now maybe Ken didn't see me in the pool, or maybe he did, but as he was getting up at his usual 11:30 AM time, I glanced over to see hi getting out of his bed, walking to the front window wall, stark naked, and then he went in to the bathroom.

Was he really clueless to my presence? Was he showing off or trying to get a rise out of me? Or was it truly just "no big deal and I was thinking about it too much? I had to admit he was a handsome kid with a hairless body, strong abs (from his surfing activity), long sandy hair all tousled and rebellious looking and always in flip-flops and board shorts.

When Ken wandered into the kitchen a while later with sleepy eyes, I had just gotten out of the shower and was dressed in a robe and had gone to get a cup of coffee.

"Hey there sleepy-head, did you have a late night?" I asked trying to strike up a civil conversation.

Ken yawned and stretched his arms out wide. "Ya, met with a couple guys that might start playing with me regularly."

"Well that's cool, what do they play?" I asked trying to show interest.

"Jacob plays 12-string and Geoff is killer on the keyboard and does a little sax." Ken replied.

I poured my coffee and opened the fridge to get a container of yogurt out. As I grabbed the yogurt container, the lid popped off and the thing tumbled down and hit me square in the chest.

"Shit!" I hollered as I backed off and spilled my coffee all over the floor. I grabbed a dish towel and leaned down to mop up the messy concoction. I had nearly forgotten that Ken was sitting across the room and when I looked up, I saw his eyes fixed just below my face. I glanced down to see my robe partially open and my naked breast was in plain view. But not only that, the way I had squatted down, I also realized I was flashing him a pretty clear shot of my bare pussy!

I straightened up in a hurry, threw the dish towel in the sink and closed up the robe as I scurried out of the kitchen totally embarrassed.

"How could I have been so stupid!" I mumbled as I played through the sequence of events that had me exposing myself to my "step-son". I decided to get a shower and hopefully Ken will have gone away and I wouldn't have to face him and get all flustered.

After stepping from the shower, I got dressed in some tennis shorts and a sleeveless T shirt that covered my bulging tummy. I sheepishly made my way back into the kitchen to find everything had been cleaned up and the mess was just a bead memory.

"He's not such a bad kid after-all!" I said to myself as I smiled at the responsibility he showed in cleaning up my mess.

I didn't want to go thank him for cleaning up after me just yet, I was still to embarrassed at what Ken was seeing during my little faux paw.

I went out to do some shopping and picked up a few things at a little boutique and headed home. Mark called to say he was working late and would be home about 8:00 PM. Mark's work schedule seemed to be getting later and later which didn't make me very happy. He'd still pay attention to me, but his extended work hours was cutting into the spontaneity of hopping into the sack and the two of us getting some quick satisfaction .

Mark got home and I made us some dinner. He'd brought home his briefcase and went back to work after dinner which left me with nothing to do. I changed into my swim suit and did some laps as the sun set into the Pacific. I could hear music coming from the garage down below and it was quite a pleasant melody compared to what I'd been hearing before. Maybe Ken's new music partners were getting into a little more R&B instead of that Rap-crap.

I came inside and went to take a shower. I got prettied up and tried to get Mark to get excited enough to make love to me, but he was too busy, then he was too tired. In no time, he was sawing logs and I was lying there all primed and no one to play with.

I nodded off and napped for a couple hours and woke up to realize I was still dressed and needed to get my nightgown on. I kept the lights off in the bedroom so the only light was glowing in from the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes and stretched like a cat as I surveyed the beautiful view down the canyon to the ocean (we rarely closed the blinds, preferring to see the views at night). As I turned to go slip on my nightgown, I saw a glint of something reflecting from Ken's bedroom. I quickly slipped on the nightie, stepped back and peered through the gap in the drapes that had been pulled back. My jaw dropped and my heart started to race. I could see Ken standing in his darkened bedroom with a pair of binoculars looking over to the area in the master bedroom where I had been just moments before.

"That little pervert was spying on me!" I said to myself. I smiled and shook my head when I realized I was spying on him too.

It was pretty fun thinking that after I'd flashed Ken earlier in the day and now he was straining to get another look at me in the darkness made me feel somehow sexier than ever that a sweet young boy like that was ogling my baked body in the moonlight.

The more I thought about it, the hornier I got. I ended up in the bathroom frigging myself to another orgasm with the handle of my hairbrush.

I was 4½ months pregnant, starting to look as if I'd just eaten way too much turkey dinner at Thanksgiving. My clothes started to fit a bit too tight to be comfortable but I wasn't ready to buy-in to the whole "maternity outfit" scene. I would spend a good portion of my day just lounging around in my bikini and letting my belly grow unimpeded. My hormones were raging though and I was constantly horny, my nipples were super sensitive and my pussy seemed to have an itch that needed "scratching" 24/7. Mark was okay at satisfying me when he was around, but the other hours of the day had me masturbating almost constantly (especially after being spied on by my step-son).

One night, Mark and I had gone to bed early and made love. He was marvelous at taking his time and getting me all warmed up by using his hands, lips and tongue to touch every inch of my body before having me kneeling on all-fours as he slowly fucked me doggie style. It was truly heaven when I felt his cum shoot inside my pregnant belly and I worked at flexing my cunt muscles to squeeze every drop out of him. Mark cleaned himself off and kissed me goodnight and was out as soon as his head hit the pillow. I went into the bathroom and used a warm washcloth to swab the thick cum that seemed to drip from my pussy for the next several minutes.

I turned off the lights and slowly made my way back into the bedroom, taking in the lights down the canyon and slowly caressing my erect nipples as I stood in the darkness. I could hear some voices outside and slid behind the drapes as I watched Ken and a little blonde girl come up the stairs from the garage. The girl was maybe 5'2", wearing a T shirt and shorts and a pair of flip-flops. Ken guided her over to one of the sun-lounges and had her sit as he remained standing. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could tell there was some electricity between them. Then, Ken bent over and kissed her. As he did, his hands grabbed a hold of the bottom of her T shirt and he lifted the flimsy garment up and over her head leaving her bare little "A" cup tits exposed.

I was fondling myself at that point with one hand in my pussy and the other pinching my nipples. I watched as the innocent young girl began undoing Ken's shorts and in a few seconds, his erect cock was waiving in her face. I watched in awe as Ken fondled and pinched her young titties and began shoving the tip of his cock into her waiting mouth. She gripped the shaft with both hands and eagerly sucked the head and lapped the shaft from his balls to the pee slit.

I found myself almost mimicking her moth movements as he began fucking her mouth with short quick strokes. I heard a moan behind me and shot a glance over my shoulder only to see Mark rolling over in his sleep and going back to a restful slumber. I looked back and watched intently as Ken was getting a bit more of his cock shaft down the blonde's throat. I could see her fondling his nut sack and I could tell this wasn't her first ever blow-job. I was particularly impressed with the thickness of Ken's cock. I figured it would be average size of 6 or 7 ", but it was also quite big-around, even bigger than his dad's.

Ken was holding onto the back of the girl's head now and fucking faster and deeper than before. I knew he was getting close and I was fingering myself with the same rhythm as Ken was fucking the girl's throat. I could feel my own orgasm building and building as my drenched fingers struggled to get deeper into my own cunt.

Then it happened! Ken let out a moan and pulled his cock from her mouth just as the stream of cum jetted from his cock and looped over her eyebrow and down her nose. I began cumming myself as I continued watching the show on the lanai. The girl kept pumping his cock and I watched another 3-4 spurts of his jism splatter over her face as she licked and sucked all she could while keeping her grip on his shaft.

My orgasm flooded over me just then and I jerked and spasmed as my fingers flew over my engorged clit. I watched her suck Ken's cock clean as I slowly began to return to normal. I was half expecting the girl to shed her shorts and have ken fuck her right then and there, but instead, she slipped her T shirt back over her head, Kissed Ken once more and disappeared down the stairway and Ken retreated to his bedroom across the way.

I kept watching and could see Ken just shed his clothes to the floor and crawl into bed as if nothing had happened. I, on the other hand, was standing there naked, weak kneed, and panting like a bitch in heat. I went into the bathroom and swabbed my seeping pussy once again and waited a few minutes before finally slipping back into bed with my hubby.

The next day, Mark had left for work some hours earlier and I was lying on an air mattress in the pool. I'd covered myself in sun-screen and was enjoying the warm mid-day sun soaking into my body. At one point I opened my eyes just a bit and could see Ken staring at me from his bedroom. I could immediately feel my pussy begin to throb and I began to wonder what I was doing getting turned on by my 18 year old step son!

I rolled off the air mattress and cooled off in the pool and took a couple quick laps. To my surprise, Ken walked out a few minutes later in his board shorts and asked "Do you mind some company?"

"By all means!" I said as I waived at the rest of the open pool.

Ken dove in and swam a bit as I rested along the side of the pool. I was wondering if I should make some comment that would indicate that his late night escapades at the poolside were not totally un-noticed, but I kept quiet. The quick peeks that Ken would shoot in my direction as I began to walk up the stairs and out of the pool had my body tingling. The fact he would be trying to steal glances of his pregnant step mother that was nearly twice his age was a bit weird I thought. But still, after watching him peeping at me from across the pool deck, then peering down my robe in the kitchen, and now after seeing him nonchalantly fuck the mouth of some teen-groupie just 25' from my bedroom window had my antennas on alert.

I walked into the sliding glass door of my bedroom and turned to see Ken's eyes following my every step. I ended up back in my bathroom masturbating to the image in my head of his gloriously thick cock and I wondered what it would be like. I took my own sweet time showering and primping until I figured it was safe to go down the hallway to the kitchen for a bite. Sure enough, Ken was no where to be seen.

I made myself a sandwich and an iced-coffee, and still I hadn't heard Ken. I decided to go see if he wanted a sandwich as well and I walked down the hallway to his room. There was some music playing and I lightly tapped at the door to ask if he wanted something to eat. When I got no response, I knew I should have just shrugged it off and went back to the kitchen, but curiosity got the better of me. I opened the door slightly and looked in. There was a small entry foyer that had closets on either side then the room opened up into the bedroom itself. I could see Ken's foot on the bed but the headboard was around the corner and the bed faced the view window. I tippy-toed in and noticed some rocking motion on the bed and I took one more step that allowed me to see what it was from. There laid Ken on his bed naked and he was jacking off with one hand as he fondled his own balls with the other. I stood mesmerized and watched as the tip oozed precum and his motions became faster and more vigorous.

My heart was racing like a hummingbird's as I could instantly feel my pussy quiver with excitement. I slowly backed out of the room and retreated back through the kitchen and back to my own bedroom.

How could I have spied on him like that! How could I get all excited about seeing my step-son jacking his big lovely cock? How was I ever going to get that image out of my head!?! All I knew was that life around this house was getting more and more sexually charged and I wasn't sure how it might culminate.

Mark and I went out to dinner that night which I was glad for. I couldn't handle being so close to Ken because I was feeling as if something was bound to happen if we were in close proximity to each other. Mark & I had a wonderful meal at a little place down the coast highway. Mark had his usual too-many glasses of red wine so I ended up driving home. As I drove up the driveway, we passed the lower garage where Ken's band would practice. It looked as if there were 8-10 people in there and I could see at least 4 of them were girls. I guess even a garage band has groupies!

We got into the house and Mark flopped into bed. Even with my best efforts, I couldn't get him interested in fucking me. I was really disappointed that I wasn't even able to get his cock erect before he fell fast asleep. I wandered around the house still flashing back to that image of Mark jacking off this afternoon. Between that sight in my mind and my hormones raging from my pregnancy, it seemed that my pussy was on permanent "Wet" mode.

I went into the living room and watched TV for a while, then flipped the television off and was about to head back to my bedroom when I saw Ken coming up the stairs from the Garage with a different girl. This one was taller with a much fuller figure appeared to be somewhat of a Latin background. Ken wasted no time in taking her straight to his bedroom. I could see part of what was going on, but not very much and Ken left the room dark.

I knew he'd be fucking her soon and I wanted to watch the torrid action in the worst way. I found myself creeping along the hallway toward Ken's bedroom and listening for anything that might tip me off to the action going on inside. I got to within five feet of his door and stood motionless. Then, I could barely make out some whispering, followed by some soft moaning that was definitely the girl's.

I instinctively ran my hand down inside my panties and was fingering my pussy as I listened to the moans and gasps coming from the other side of the door. I could make out the distinct sound of zipper's being pulled open and clothes flopping to the floor and imagined that Ken had both himself and the girl standing there naked about now.

I was curling two fingers deep up inside my own dripping cunt as I strained to hear the lustful sounds from Ken's room. Sure enough, the girl was soon groaning and gasping and you could even make out a slight sloppy wet sex sound coming from inside. Soon the unmistakable rhythm of a powerful fucking motion was clearly evident and I conjured up an image of my sweet, sexy step-son fucking the brains out of the buxom Latino girl.

I had to sneak a peek! I knew it was crazy and I also knew I could easily be seen by them if I tried, but my cunt was throbbing and my body was aching and I just had to see! With one hand still stuffed inside my pussy, I quietly turned the doorknob until the door started to swing inwards. I pressed my face to the edge of the door and continued opening the door until I could finally see the action on the bed.

It was an amazing sight! The girl was naked and spread-eagled on the bed with her legs high in the air as Ken pounded her pussy with his gloriously thick cock at a pace that was like a machine gun! My heart was pounding and my fingers pressed hard against my clit as I watched the sensuous sight. The girl's big breasts bounced to and fro with each gargantuan thrust that Ken pummeled her with.

I couldn't move! I saw Ken glance up and make eye contact with me just as he groaned and thrust one more huge stab inside the girls cunt and he started cumming and cumming , shooting his sex juice deep inside her. I started cumming myself and quickly closed the door and slumped against the wall as my own body convulsed with a wonderfully strong orgasm.

It took me 20 minutes or so before I had calmed down enough to crawl into bed with Mark and try to go to sleep. My mind was pinning like a top and I tried to come up with a response to Ken anticipating when he asks me why I was spying on him and his girl lover. My cunt was sopping wet and my clit was throbbing like jack rabbit as I tossed and turn for the next hour & ½.

I barely acknowledged Mark as he left for work since I had slept very well all through the night. I kept replaying the whole scene over in my head and I realized that I stood there in Ken's doorway wanting to be caught! What was I wanting out of this? Where was it going to end?

Ken had left a note in the kitchen that he and a buddy of his were going to go up the coast for the weekend and do some surfing and he'd be back Sunday night. That gave Mark and I the house to ourselves for the weekend. Mark couldn't quite understand why I was attacking him every chance I could and we fucked numerous times over the next couple days, including in the pool, on the kitchen counter and even in Ken's room where Mark found me bent over changing the sheets on the bed. Little did Mark know what had gone on there and what I had seen just two days before.

We knew Ken was back from his surfing expedition, because we could hear the band playing down in the garage. The next day, Mark called me from his office and informed me that he was going to have to drive up to Fresno to retrieve some documents from the county offices. Because of his late start, he was going to get a motel and come back the following day.

I didn't see Ken around the house all afternoon, but I could hear music from down below and figured he and his band were hard at it. I started to wonder after seeing girls in the garage the other night and that twice, Ken had brought girls up for some sort of sexual experience, I wondered what went on in that garage all those hours at night. I watched the sunset and wondered around the pool deck for a bit, then I decided to go do a little snooping. I wandered down the stone path towards the lower garage.

Rather than just barging into the door, I decided to peek into the side window that was cracked open for ventilation. There was no music playing just then, just a boom box providing a little background noise as I approached the window. My mouth dropped open and I uttered a little groan as I saw the same buxom Latino girl with her shorts and panties down around her knees, bent over with one boy fucking her from behind and she was slurping the cock of the other boy who was seated on the couch with his pants open.

"Oh God!" I whispered as I watched her take the two cocks expertly. The three of them seemed to just go on and on like it was their job or something. There was no hurry to finish, no passion or kissing, just fucking and sucking.

Here I was again with my hands roaming over my pregnant belly and down to my pulsating pussy. I was soon fingering my cunt to the same rhythm as the girl inside was getting fucked. I could hear her utter little groans each time the boy behind her slammed into her cunt. It didn't even dawn on me that Ken wasn't anywhere to be seen in the garage. It was then I felt my shorts being quickly whisked down my legs and the sudden probing of a cock against me pussy.

Ken's voice came close to my ear and he uttered "This is what you've been wanting.... Isn't it?" as I felt the head of his thick cock press in past my labia and slide inside me.

"Oh my God!" I gasped as I felt myself press back against his thrusts.

"Tell me Leslie, tell me this is what you've been wanting to happen for the past several weeks?!" he said as his hands came up under my top and cupped my full breasts.

I nodded as I closed my eyes and relished the feeling of my step-son taking me from behind.

"You're a real little fuck slut aren't you Mom?" Ken hissed.

I nodded again as his cock had fully penetrated me and was now pumping his full length into my womb.

"Say Mom, tell me you're my fuck slut!" Ken taunted me.

"Yes!" I uttered

"Yes What!" he insisted.

"Yes..........yes I'm your fuck slut!" I groaned as I wiggled my pussy against his thrusts.

"Yes, I'm your fuck slut who?" he taunted again.

I grimaced as his fingers pinched my nipples and his body was pounding me good from behind. "Yes.... I'm your fuck slut.......Son!"

It was like that's what he needed to hear! Suddenly, his thrusts were even more forceful, his hands mauled my sensitive tits and all this was happening as we could see the sex show going on inside the garage.

"You want me to cum in you, don't you Mom?" he asked as his thrusts got faster and faster.

I nodded, but he pinched my nipples hard and said "Tell me Mommy, tell me what you want your son to do with his big load of cum?"

I could hardly breathe and was about to cum myself as I groaned "Cum in your mommy's pussy son, cum in meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

I started cumming like a freight train and seconds later, Ken's cock erupted with hot streams of cum deep inside me. my body was convulsing and shaking violently as we came together.

As I felt Ken's cock slip from my drenched pussy, he turned me around and kissed me full on the mouth and our tongues swirled around together. He pulled back and our eyes met finally. I wasn't sure what would happen next, but Ken soon answered that question. He picked my shorts and panties off the ground and walked me, half naked into the garage...................