Carnal attraction: 9> His friend’s hot stepmom
written by:
Chris-t6290

When Simon's mother of 45 years passed away, he was sad for her loss. He was just 16 when it happened and so, what with his dad at work, they became the best of friend's; his mom helping him with his homework and studies.

He was not too enamoured, though, when, after some several months, his dad married his 27-year-old PA, Avril. Recollecting that he would sometimes get home late from work, Simon had his suspicions, unfounded though they were, that she was the reason.

Maybe because of that, he kept her at arms length, which gave him more time to spend with his best friend, Benjamin, who Simon called Ben. Many's the time since, after a day of sports activities, they would go back to Simon's. There, Avril, having been duly informed, would happily rustle up a meal to quell the young men's appetites.

During these visits, and nonetheless grateful for the meal she had cooked, Ben had felt an affinity towards his friend's young mom; there only being 10 years difference between them, while James, Simon's dad, was 12 years her senior. Ben thought of her as a hottie, something he kept to himself for obvious reasons; however, on this particular day, of all days, his feelings were about to be realised.

"We really showed them, Ben. Who said white men can't jump," Simon regaled, having beaten Marcus & Zack at two on two hoops, as they towelled themselves down and got changed.

"Hi, mom. Yeah, we just finished," Simon told her over his cell. His voice still full of elation for their accomplishment, and that's on top of the paintballing and other activities; all of which, and even though they'd had a snack in between, had left them quite hungry.

After saying his usual goodbye, both Ben and he left the centre and headed back to Simon's, where Avril would have a meal waiting for them; however, Simon wasn't ready for what occurred.

"Hi, mom," he said, announcing their arrival as they walked through the hallway.

"There you are," she said brusquely, and put a cooked ready meal, one with each of the foods in separate plastic divisions, on the table,

"Where's Ben's," he rejoined.

"That's his, I meant what I said when you called. Go and tidy your room first," she insisted.

"At least let me have something to eat first, I'm hungry, and it better be more than that," he said, disparagingly, of the meal she had...well, cooked.

"You ungrateful...young man," Avril rejoined, minding her words due to Ben's presence, otherwise it would no doubt have been ‘fuck', instead of ‘young man'.

"Mom...come on...I'm hungry, don't do this to me," Simon all but pleaded.

"No. Clean your room up first, it's a sh...shambles," Avril uttered, just about managing to correct her exclaimed ‘shit' remark.

"Fuck it, I'll go and get a proper meal," Simon cursed, and then, having called Ben, who was respectfully unmoving, to join him, stormed out.

"This is quite nice," Ben commended.

"He's so ungrateful," Avril intoned, her mind, indeed her feelings in turmoil to notice Benjamin's respectful praise.

"I've tried my best to be a mother to him, and, you see what I get," she said, only to then be aware of Ben's voice.

"What?" she asked.

"I said, the meal, it's quite enjoyable," he replied.

"At times, I wish he were more like you. You're so...so..."

"Appreciative," Ben proffered, before taking a mouthful of mashed potato and then the sliced beef in gravy.

"My life's gone to shit," she then exclaimed. "Max..."

"Yeah, where is he," Ben interjected, remarking on the pooch's absence.

"He had to be put down. I take it my disrespectful stepson didn't tell you."

"No. and I'm sorry for your loss, Avril," Ben comforted her.

"My sex life isn't much lately, either. I don't know what to do. James hardly has time for me now," she said, almost breaking down before her guest and barely managing to stave her upset tears.

Getting up to comfort her, his meal almost finished, he said: "That's okay, Mrs Davis," and put his arms around her in a hug.

"There, there," he consoled Simon's stepmom, prompting Avril to rest her head on his shoulder. Then, and what with her upper arms held in his grip, she placed her hands on his waist and drew Ben closer.

Almost immediately, Mrs Davis felt and noticed the hard presence pressed against her lower body. "What—is—that!" exclaimed Avril. Being this close, groin to groin, almost, and what with Benjamin's so far hidden carnal feelings towards Simon's stepmom, he'd suddenly developed a ‘woody' a hard-on. One that, even now, was pressed, warmly, against Avril's neglected pussy.

"S-sorry," he apologised, and went to move away - his arms still embracing her nonetheless.

Noticing this, Avril moved her hands to Ben's buttocks and motioned him forward. She then, exhibiting a warm smile, moved her face to be inches from his and gazed into his eyes. They say the eyes are the windows to a person's soul. However, what Avril saw in Ben's eyes was a mixture of innocence and lust, a look that impelled her to pause and almost tentatively move closer and then kiss him full on the lips.

"Mrs Davis, Avril," he blurted, when she took them from him. Although he'd had thoughts about her and this, what had happened, he didn't, not in his wildest dreams or fantasies, ever feel it would come to be, and so Ben was somewhat taken by surprise, as to her response.

"Why are you...Why is that," she said, nudging his young cock with her groin, "hard, young man? Surely you find me attractive, otherwise...!" Intimating that, his state of arousal conflicted with his sudden outburst, which would make ‘it' uncalled for.

"Yes, but..." he trembled, only for Avril to silence his words with her warm lips; moments after which, Ben ceded to her tongue as it sought out a receptive opening. She was now kissing him both warmly and intimately; Ben's grip, as she did, was now relaxed, and enough that, Avril was able to move her right hand from him and seek out that which was pressed firmly against her - Ben's quite evident hard-on.

Stifling any possible cavil from Ben's lips, Simon's stepmom calmly stroked its length, realising as she did, that it was indeed quite long and possibly thick.

"You know, Ben," Avril said lustfully. "I haven't been laid, not properly anyway, in almost six months. That was during our vacation. What with Simon's dad working his hours, he's too tired to take care of me properly...to give me a good fucking."

"Okay, and," Ben intoned, hesitantly, considering the grip she now exerted on his cock.

"And..." she iterated, not wanting to have to spell it out for him.

"I see," he gulped, and then ever so slowly moved his lips towards Avril's, just as she went to undo the button on his jeans and then slide the metal zip down.

With her hand inside his close fitting shorts, Ben's cock felt warm and surprisingly thicker - it no longer being covered by two layers of cotton fabric.

"This will be our little secret, promise," she said, seeking his agreement.

"Promise," Ben rejoined, as he gave himself to Avril fulfilling some of the lustful fantasies he had of her.

"It's not so hard, now. Don't worry I won't devour you," Avril assuaged him, only to then, as she maintained her hold on his cock, slowly genuflect before him.

With Ben's manhood level with her line of sight, she gazed as she stroked the warm flesh. Now relaxed, Ben quickly responded; his cock becoming harder with Avril's continued attention, especially when she teased the velvety glans with her tongue.

"Urmn, hurmn," Mrs Davis murmured, as she lightly brushed her cheeks with the saliva moist head, and then took it between her lips, sucking and licking it for a short while before doing the same and this time to the underside of her chin.

Ben felt a need to pinch himself just then; however, the sensation of Avril's guarded teeth, as she scraped her lips up his warm firm shaft, was enough to assure Ben that he wasn't otherwise dreaming.

"Oh fuck, oh my God," he intoned, as Simon's stepmom continued to slide her lips up and down his young cock.

"Don't hold back on my account," she presently urged, realising that, from Ben's tenseness, he was doing all he could so as not to embarrass himself by cumming.

"You...you want me to cum," he stammered a reply.

"Yes fucking please," Avril rejoined, as she stroked his cock with a degree of urgency that would presently facilitate her ambition.

"Where, then," Ben exclaimed, showing his naivety or lack of sexual activity.

"I want to taste you, so." And with that, and still urging him on by massaging his balls, Avril once more took his firm rod into her mouth.

"Oh fuck, yes," Ben presently exclaimed, as the sensations of his orgasm began to stir. Followed moments later by an even greater exclamation as his cockhead swelled and released the first of several spurts of his semen. The lava like spunk which erupted, hosed down the walls of Avril's mouth, prompting her to swallow quite quickly as the subsequent flow showered her mouth and tongue.

"Oh fuck. Is that it," Ben questioned, not sure if Avril wanted more from him, or if he could indeed give it to her if that she did.

What she did do, was suck and lick his receding cock and once more brush the warm moist flesh on her cheeks before kissing it.

"Impressive, quite impressive," she regaled afterwards, and raised her hands for Ben to help her up.

Now stood up, Ben suggested taking her dress off, and with a degree of confidence. Obligingly, Avril turned her back and the zipper towards Ben, who soon, with untrembling hands, had the hook undone and the nylon zip drawn down on her royal blue dress.

Turned facing the young man, his cock hanging down between the zip of his jeans, Avril slowly drew the material from each shoulder, enough to display the swell of her 38C breasts. Catching sight of them as she continued to ease her dress down each arm, Ben's eyes were quite agog.

Seeing this, and with the bodice now draped down from her slender waist, Avril reached behind her and undid the single catch on her navy blue lace bra. She then moved her hand to cover the cups, and in doing so, only then let the back straps fall way. With her hands still in place, she momentarily teased Ben - his eyes transfixed on her shapely globes in expected wonderment at what she would soon be revealing to him.

‘There,' was all Avril said, as she lowered the lace garment and let it drop to the floor.

"W—ow!" Ben exclaimed, after some moments dwelling on their shape. Her distended nipples stood out proud, both from Avril's breasts and from the dark pigment of their areola, which surrounded each like a flattened ring doughnut, Ben surmised.

Moving first one then the other hand up, he then slowly encroached them towards Mrs Davis's breasts - all under her watchful eyes and accompanying warm smile.

‘Hold them firmly,' she instructed him, as he somehow cupped them with his fingers uppermost to his thumbs; whereupon, Ben rotated them to a more acceptable and manageable position.

"Emn, yes, more, like that..." Avril, now in a state of aroused pleasure, impelled her stepson's friend.

"Is that okay," he presently enquired, of her continued murmured response.

"Quite," she assured him. "You could try applying some, yes, pressure to my nipples, Ben," she shortly urged, while her eyes directed his attention to their stoutness.

"Lick them to begin with; lick around them if you like." Ben, realising that was quite what Avril would prefer, moved his mouth towards the swollen right bud. As he neared it, he part extended his tongue and skimmed the tip around the lower darkened rim of her areola. As Ben did so, Avril felt and responded to its soft moistness brushing and tantalizing the underside of her now sensitive nipple.

"Oh, fuck, yes. More, Ben, lick my nipple, please," she appealed.

Encouraged by her words, Ben, recalling how the head of his cock felt when Mrs Davis sucked it, then covered her bud with his lips. As he suckled the distended teat, he used his tongue, just as she had, to tease and tantalize the tip.

"Fuck, yes, God, more. Make me cum, make me fucking cum," Avril cried, something she least expected stood up.

"Fuck! Fucker! Yes," she exclaimed, and just as her body went into pleasured raptures.

"You came," Ben trilled, feeling quite pleased with himself and for Avril.

"Okay, then, I best be off," he said.

"What off. That was, I must say, wonderfully pleasurable, but there's more. You have had sex before," Mrs Davis exclaimed, albeit in an inquisitive manner.

"Yes...well, sort of," he rejoined sheepishly, his hands still cupping her warm voluptuous globes all the same. It was as if he wanted, expected more, but wasn't sure if Avril did.

"I want...would like it for you to eat my pussy; my cunt, Ben," said the horny woman stood before him, her body aglow, almost, from her heated orgasm as she eased down her dress. In doing so, Avril slid the back over her hips and shapely ass, stopping momentarily to reposition the narrow sides of her black thong, which, when it came into view, was noticeably dark around the lips and mound.

"You like what you see, I take it," Avril exclaimed, smiling, as she eased her dress past her knees and then let it slide down her lithe legs.

"Gulp...very much so, Mrs Davis. You're very attractive," Ben lauded, as she removed first one then her other shoed foot from her crumpled, pooled dress and then stepped back; gesturing Ben to follow to the sofa.

Laid almost prone, save for her shoulders and head, which she rested against a pillow and the armrest, Avril, her finger crooked invitingly, ushered Ben closer and had him perch on the sofa cushion by her shins.

Saying little to begin with, Ben raised each lower leg in turn and removed Mrs Davis's shoes. The toes of her feet along with that of her manicured fingernails were varnished red. A common colour he noticed among women especially when it came to their lipstick. Simon had told him the colour reflected a woman's aroused pussy, something that should be confirmed in his stepmom's case.

With her legs once more flat, Avril raised her hips, enough that Ben was able to draw down her thong and, at her request, slowly. She was almost shaved, something he had realised from the way the moist gusset, both clung to her mound, and accentuated the contours of her lips, which were quite swollen and full.

"Easy, tiger," she exclaimed, when Ben, in his subtle impatience to taste a woman, almost dove at her beckoning cum glistened mound.

What with the few pubes she had, almost covering the sheath of her clit, Avril lowered her fingers to display her aroused stalk.

"Emn, is that your clit," Ben uttered, marvelling at its fullness covered in Avril's sticky solution.

"Yes, and it's tender."

"More so, like your nipple," he intoned, and then licked his lips to moisten them in readiness.

"More so," Avril confirmed. "But, young man, I want you to..." she hesitated, licking a finger, which she then motioned down and drew up along her moist gash; her slit. "...slide your tongue along here for me, up and down to begin with," Mrs Davis directed him, as she did likewise with her fingertip. Now moist, she moved it up her body and smeared the minute amount of her secretion over her right nipple. Without the need to be asked, and taking it slow, Ben then lowered his head to Avril's breast and tasted her cum juice on it.

Fuelled with a desire for more, and minding Avril's words, Ben kissed her left breast then her midriff, continuing down her body and planting soft sensuous kisses as he did. When he neared her heavenly scented cunt, he couldn't help but take in its aroma through his nostrils; Avril reacting quite positively to his attentiveness with the occasional low murmur.

Having returned her right hand, she now used fingers of both to draw herself open; enough that, when Ben began sliding his tongue tip along her marginally exposed sex, it grazed her outer lips while flirting with the inner ones in a most sensuous way.

"Holly fuck, yes, more, like that, up...and...down, emn, God yes," she swooned, as another climax began to stir in her neglected body.

"You want to cum," Ben exclaimed.

"Yes, just keep...emngh, fuck, like that for me," she impelled her stepson's friend. And not long afterwards, with Avril employing a hand to encourage Benjamin to tongue fuck her, she came, Mrs Davis's body spasming as she held him close and bucked her hips and groin against his lips, ones that were quickly bathed in her warm and sticky cum juices.

Lifting him up by the underside of his chin, Ben's lips emitted a sheen of her outpouring, much like her mound had beforehand. Now, however, thanks to Ben's attentiveness, it was smeared in her nectar, which even now he was licking up.

"You taste delicious, Mrs Davis," he trilled.

"Call me Avril, for now, anyway," she intoned, her upper body inclined by her arms, the elbows of which were braced on the armrest. Obviously, it wouldn't do for Ben to call her Avril when Simon or James, her husband, were around.

"Now, emn, my clit." And as he began a long upward sweeping motion with his virulent tongue, Avril moved her hands the short distance to her breasts.

"Fuck, yes," Avril responded, lolling her head back as she in turn rolled and then pulled on her nipples.

"Suck it, Ben...engh," she presently murmured, as the sensations, that of her clit being tongue teased and then sucked, merged with what she was doing to her distended nipples; culminating in yet another, this time, powerful climax. It was all Ben could do to keep her thighs apart and from almost suffocating him, as he continued to facilitate her orgasm.

"Wow! I'd say that's the best one yet," he enthused afterwards.

"Well, that will do. Now, if your cock is hard, I want you to fuck me."

"Quite impressive, young man," Avril exclaimed, when he drew himself up and showed her his raging hard-on.

As she starred at it, Mrs Davis responsively moved her feet apart; the right one draped over the side of the couch while the ankle of the other she nestled high on the backrest. Like this, her cunt was open to Ben's long stout cock, which he soon slid, and with a degree of consummate ease, into her awaiting sex pool; her pussy.

"Fuck, yes, all the fucking way in," she exclaimed, as its length filled her up and then stopped.

Drawing himself up, Ben then lightly stroked the sheath of Avril's clit.

"Fuck me, yes!" she cried out, in response. The only thing missing were her nipples being toyed with, which Avril was quick to once more do.

"Fuck me, Ben, harpoon me with your cock," she encouraged him; Avril being a keen scuba diver, something she introduced Simon's dad to on their vacation.

"Engh, more, drill me with your cock," she further encouraged, all the while, and keeping his balance, thrumming her ever hardening clit, until, once more, Avril went into an almost ritualistic body shock when she came.

"Turn over," Ben suggested, afterwards, and to the approved agreement of the young woman beneath him, which Avril accompanied with a lustfully contented smile.

"You want to fuck me from behind, or you want to fuck my behind," Avril intoned, as she drew her left leg from where, in the heat of her orgasm, it had slid to while Ben stood up.

"I had no idea," he rejoined, her indication of her ass taking him very much by surprise.

"I'm asking, Ben, not offering," she was quick to respond, and then left it at that.

"Why don't we try it like this," Mrs Davis proffered, while she manoeuvred herself on the sofa so that she was knelt up, her knees broadly apart for him as she faced the backrest, which she rested her hands atop. ‘That's different,' Ben realised, as he, his long cock in hand moved to kneel behind her, and just as Avril slapped her right hand down on her right ass cheek and then gave it a bit of a jiggle before slapping it again.

"See how firm my butt is," she averred, this time pulling on her cheek to expose, first her asshole, all clean and crinkly around the opening Ben noticed, and then the cleft of her wet and recently well fucked cunt; in between which, was her perineum.

"Stick that cock of yours in me, fill me up with it," Avril urged, only for Ben to, ever more confident, tease her opening with the head by sliding it, back and forth, along Mrs Davis's slit a few times, and only then thrust it into her wet glory hole.

"Fuck, yes," she exclaimed.

"Fuck, yes, give it to me, give me your long fucking dick. Ram it up my tight fucking, yes, cunt. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck—ME!" Avril cried, exclaimed and urged Ben to keep on fucking her, to give her the dam good fucking that she was so in need of.

Grasping her waist, if only for some form of support, Ben fired his red hot cock into the depths of Avril's warm wet sex, back and forth, in and out he drove it even when she came and with neither of them agitating her clit; Ben's cum filled ball's hardly beating against her distended palpitating sticky bud all the while he reamed her.

"Fuck, fucker!" Avril exclaimed, as one climax was soon followed by another, something she had only experienced a few times before, and then with an adroit black lover; his cock being broader and just about longer than the one presently giving her the same euphoric pleasure.

"Let me get on you," Mrs Davis soon suggested. ‘Okay,' Ben rejoined agreeably, and was soon stood up and then shortly led down, his head, as with Avril's previously, resting on the cushion against the arm of the couch.

"This is some mighty fine dick, Ben," his friend's stepmom lauded, as she held his erection aloft and then lowered, not her pussy, which was part suspended above Ben's shins, but, her mouth. From it, Avril protruded her tongue, and once more licked around the head and in a slow and dedicated almost luxuriant manner before doing likewise to the sides of his shaft - her tongue tip gliding up and down. Not content with that, she then took Ben's entire length into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks to create a vacuum as she sucked his impressive length.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck. You wanna, you're gonna make me cum," he warned.

That not being her intention just yet, as she wanted another fuck on his virulent dick before he gave her his second creamy load, Ben's exclamation prompted Mrs Davis to stop.

Crouched over his young warm body, her right leg knelt against the backrest and her left foot momentarily on the floor, Avril, holding her lips open, guided the glans between them and into her wet pussy. She then, relying on her left leg, motioned her body down and then up; Mrs Davis's cunt eating, consuming Ben's stout erection only to then slowly draw herself up off it, again and again...

"Fuck! Fuck, yes," Avril trilled, as she, now fully knelt either side of and over Ben, rode up and down his long firm cock, the gaze of her eyes impressing upon him not to lose control; least not just yet.

Taking Ben's hands from her breasts, the wanton woman above him then slid her fingers in between his. She then, using their entwined, almost, grasp, levered herself up on his cock and then dropped down on it; several times in fact, before, and having climaxed, settling into a more slow, almost lethargic, rhythmic screwing.

"Fucking yes, fucking lovely. Your dick's so dam big, Ben," Avril lauded; he had, after all, made her climax several times, many more than Simon's dad in fact.

"What you're doing...how you're doing...I don't think..." Ben once more gushed, and in response to Avril's reflexive action of tightening and releasing her cunt muscles, as if wanting to milk his cock cream from his very balls.

"I want to taste you again," she averred. And having quickly dismounted from the stallion, Mrs Davis was once more crouched over Ben and sucking his impressive dick.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, yes, yes. Urngh." Ben's voice, at the end, and as he came for the second time, akin to that of a horse's whinny.

Spurt after glorious warm sticky spurt erupted in Avril's mouth; she just about managing to swallow one load before the next one hosed her palate.

‘Now remember, this is our secret,' she impressed upon the young man afterwards, and in between sucking the residue of cream from his dick and balls.

‘Yes,' he smiled convincingly...!