The stepmother, her lover, and her son

Kent dropped his backpack on the floor. "Hi, Julie!"

No answer. Maybe his stepmother wasn't home. His father was in California for at least another week, and Julie worked long hours.

In the kitchen he popped open a Coke and then made his way upstairs. A shower would feel nice.

But in the middle of the hall Kent stopped. The noises inside the main bedroom were . . .

He leaned forward.

"Oh yes . . ." a voice murmured. "Keep that up! Make me cum! Make me cum, you bitch! Make me . . ."

Kent peered through the doorway.

His stepmother Julie lay on the bed, her legs wide. Their next-door neighbor Bridget was kneeling on the sheets, her face buried between Julie's thighs.

Kent grinned and dug his cell phone from his pocket. This was going to be good.

* * *

Bridget lived next door. She liked to lay out in her backyard in a small white bikini, letting the sun warm her body. Short blond hair, long slim legs . . .

Julie had gazed at her from her kitchen window, feeling something new and different from what she'd ever felt with her first husband. Or her new one.

One day, months after her marriage to Bradley, Julie knocked on Bridget's door, a plate of cookies in her hand. She wore shorts and a tight red sportsbra. She was nervous, but she had to do something. "Hi. I'm . . . oh . . ."

Bridget smiled. She wore a T-shirt, no bra, and sheer yoga pants. "I know who you are. Come on in."

She poured some wine as they sat down in the kitchen. "I'm glad you moved in. I liked Bradley's first wife, Delia, but I've got to say, he treated her like crap."

Julie tried not to stare at Bridget's nipples beneath the thin white T-shirt. "He's got a lot of money." She gulped some wine.

"Yeah, and Delia got most of it. Just be careful. Get a good lawyer." Bridget refilled her glass. "If you need any help, you can call me. My first husband had to give me this house after I found him fucking the babysitter. Hubby number two? He just left—after I caught him with a hooker." She sipped her wine. "Men are scum. Thanks for the cookies, by the way. They're delicious."

"So you don't—like men?" Julie reached for a cookie. These new feelings bothered her. "I mean, it's none of my business, but--"

"I like a nice hard cock." Bridget stared into her eyes. "I bet you do too?"

Julie's pussy tingled, remembering her second boyfriend from college. The first guy who'd made her cum with a cock inside her, the first cock she'd ever sucked. "Yes . . ."

"But sometimes I like something different." She licked her lips. "How about you?"

Julie grinned. "Sometimes."

* * *

One time in college . . . after a party. Julie's roommate was out with her boyfriend. A girlfriend named Lauri needed to crash. They were both drunk.

"You can sleep over there," Julie said, pointing at her roommate's bed. "Or you could sleep here with me."

"Really?" Lauri giggled. "I never—I mean, once in high school . . ." She pulled her sweatpants over her round hips. "I did it with my best friend Karina. We were both drunk. Like now!"

"I didn't mean . . ." But Julie gazed at her friend's panties. She remembered the gym showers 9in high school, and the way all her friends' naked bodies made her tingle between her legs. She'd towel off and get dressed as fast as she could—but she always looked forward to those two or three minutes after gym.

Lauri pulled her sweatshirt off and reached behind her back to unhook a black bra. "Are you going to bed or what?"

And then they were both naked in Julie's bed, kissing, playing with each other's boobs, laughing and moaning, until Laurie touched Julie's pussy and she came right away.

"Wow." Lauri giggled. "That was fast."

Julie's head was spinning. "That's what she said."

"Okay." Laurie moved up. "Unless you're going to pass out right now, I need something too."

Julie gazed at Lauri's pussy. She'd showered with other girls, but she'd never really looked at one up close before. Her own pussy was still tingling. "Okay . . ."

"Mmm . . ." Lauri moaned as Julie tentatively licked at her folds. "That's good. You've done this before, right?"

No. Never. But Julie forced herself to slide her tongue up into Lauri's slit, and Lauri's groans of ecstasy helped her keep going. She reached around and found Lauri's clit with her fingers, and she knew what to do with her own clit.

Lauri bucked. "Oh yeah!"

Julie licked frantically. Lauri squirmed.

Julie reached around to squeeze her ass. Her fingers were coated with her friend's juices, and she could barely breathe, but she was determined to make Lauri cum. Once. Maybe more . . .

"Yes!" Lauri squealed. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Julie leaned back, gasping, as Lauri's body shook. She stroked her thighs, breathing hard, watching Lauri writhe and rock as she came. She licked her lips, hoping for more.

They spent the night making each other cum. Then the next day Lauri was gone. In class she wouldn't talk to Julie. Except one time.

"We were just drunk." Late at night, at a bar with a lot of boys. "It didn't mean anything. I'm not a lez."

"Me neither." Julie sipped her beer. "I just thought—"

"Get lost." Laurie stood up. "I'm going to go dance."

Julie watched Lauri's ass in tight jeans as she walked away. Then she ordered another beer.

* * *

Julie stood up. "I should go. Thanks for the wine."

"No problem." Bridget stood up. "Come back anytime."

They hugged. Bridget's hands stroked her shoulders. Julie closed her eyes. Oh, no, oh no, oh no . . .

She kissed Bridget's cheek.

Bridget kissed her lips.

Yes, yes, yes . . . Julie kissed her back, her mouth wide, and for as moment their tongues twisted in each other's mouths.

Julie squirmed and struggled. Oh god, yes! Oh god . . . No . . . She pushed Bridget back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to . . . come here and . . . do this."

Bridget smiled. "Of course you did."

Minutes later, Julie's shorts were on the floor next to her sportsbra. "Oh!" She gasped as Bridget licked at her pussy. "Oh yes!"

Bridget grinned up at her, licking her lips. "Should I stop?"

"Mmm, yeah . . ." She stroked Bridget's short blond hair. "I mean no. No! I like it."

"I knew you would." She bent back down.

Julie groaned as Bridget licked her pussy.

* * *

Days later, all Julie could think about was Bridget's body. Her big tits, her shiny blonde hair, her soft shoulders . . . her juicy pussy and her long legs.

She knew Bridget was fucking other men. Julia tried too. Her husband Bradley gave it to her once or twice a week, and he was . . . decent. She came about half the time before he rolled over and fell asleep. The rest of the week he traveled for work. And Julie was pretty sure he was hooking up with women in other cities.

So she went to bars and hotels. One night she met a tall, handsome, black executive in town for a conference. She went up to his room, drank half a bottle of expensive champagne, and then spent the night letting him fuck her. Once with him on top, once from behind, and the last time riding his thick cock. Julia came all three times, and she sucked his dick at the end, gasping as he came in her mouth. He passed out on the bed, and Julia gathered her clothes and squeezed his prick before she left.

Another time she picked up two college guys in a bar. They were young and eager, and they couldn't quite believe they were hooking up with a cougar. Even though Julie was only a few years older than they were. She went back to their dorm room, stripped off her clothes, and spent the night sucking their cocks and getting fucked back and forth, one dick in her mouth and the other one deep inside her pussy. They didn't last as long as the businessman, but Julie enjoyed having two young pricks to play with.

But every time she went home she thought about Bridget. Her body, her short blond hair, her boobs . . .

Then one day she lay on her bed, stroking her pussy, fantasizing about Bridget. Right next door. She couldn't take this anymore. She came, hard, and then grabbed her phone.

"Hello?" Bridget's voice was soft and sultry. "Is that you, Julie?"

"Yes." She took a deep breath. "Can you . . . come over?"

"Of course." Bridget's voice was a purr. "I'll be right there. In the back."

Julie pulled down her T-shirt and looked for a pair of panties.

A few minutes later Bridget stood at the rear door, in cutoffs and a red halter top, sweating as if she'd been working in the garden. "Hi, there."

"H-hi." Suddenly Julie felt nervous. "Thanks for, uh, coming over. I just wanted . . ."

"I know what you want." Bridget kissed her.

They wrapped their arms around each other. Julie squirmed, rubbing her hands over Bridget's shoulders. Yes, she thought. Oh yes . . .

"Let's go upstairs." Julie pulled on Bridget's arm.

Bridget giggled. "I thought you'd never ask."

* * *

Kent's cock surged as he watched his stepmother and Bridget lick each other, their naked bodies tangled together. He crouched, aiming his phone at the bed.

"Oh yes," Julie moaned, kicking her heels as Bridget tongued her clit. "I love it! I love you! Don't stop . . . please don't stop . . ."

Julie came with a loud groan, her hips shaking. Bridget stroked her thighs, then sat up, licking Julie's juices from her lips. She always liked making someone else cum.

She caught her breath, and then turned toward the door. "Hi. You must be Kent."

What? Kent almost dropped his phone. "Uh . . ." He backed away. "Sorry. I just . . . heard noises. I wanted to make sure everything was okay--"

Julie sat up, covering her boobs. "Kent? What are you doing?"

Bridget giggled. "Watching us. Taking pictures." She squeezed Julie's knee. "Right?"

"Umm . . ." What could he say? His cock was pressing against his jeans. "I just thought . . . I mean, I couldn't help it. I wasn't going to put them on the internet or anything. I just thought . . ." He gulped. "Don't tell my dad. I just figured I could watch it and, you know . . . jerk off."

Julie breathed slowly. "I won't tell your father. If you don't tell him about . . . this." She dropped her arms.

"Of course not." He tried not to stare at his stepmother's tits.

He'd seen her half-naked a couple of times. In her underwear through her bedroom door, in her one-piece swimsuit out in the back yard—one time he'd gazed at her ass as she bent over in a short skirt to put a DVD into the living room player. Another time when she leaned down to put a plate on pancakes on the table, her boobs almost spilling out of a tight pink tank top.

One time he stole a pair of her panties from the dryer to jerk off with. If she noticed, she never said anything.

"Okay." Kent backed away. "I won't bother you. I just—"

"Kent?" Bridget stood up. "You don't have to jerk off."

What? "N-no?"

Bridget laughed. "Come on, kid. We're all grownups here, right?"

Kent was 19. But Bridget—and Julie—were definitely grownups. "Yeah. Okay." Was this really happening?

Bridget cocked a finger. "Come here."

Really? He unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans, and pulled everything down, letting his cock spring forward.

In the bed Julie stifled a gasp. Her husband Bradley's dick was . . . decent. Not as big as her second boyfriend in college, and definitely not as thick as the black guy she'd hooked up with. But her stepson's dick looked huge, dripping from the tip as he stepped forward.

"Mmm." Bridget smiled and walked toward him.

Kent yanked off his T-shirt and kicked off his sneakers. Then he was naked, standing in front of his stepmother and her naked friend. His cock was hard and throbbing.

Bridget's pussy was tingling. Licking Julie's pussy had made her so horny, and the sight of Kent's young hard cock only made it worse. Or better.

She wrapped her fingers around Kent's cock. He groaned.

Julie stared as she watched her friend—lover—jacking off her stepson. She licked her lips, wondering how Kent's cock would taste. How much of it she could get inside her pussy—or down her throat.

Her husband Bradley wanted blowjobs, of course. But he always came too fast, before either of them could enjoy it. She'd sucked the black executive for half an hour, her pussy squirming as his cock throbbed in her mouth before he came, spurting his cum down her throat.

The two college guys couldn't last that long, but they made up for it by cumming again and again until they were exhausted. Even then, one of them fucked her one last time while his friend watched, and she came again, still licking the cum from her lips.

And her second boyfriend? He'd been patient while she learned how to do it, and she yelped the first time he came in her mouth. Too bad he'd transferred the next semester. But Julie had new boyfriends after that.

Kent groaned again as Bridget stroked him. "I'm gonna . . . you know . . ."

"Not yet." Bridget squeezed his butt and then dropped to her knees. "Not until I taste this."

"Ohh . . ." Kent closed his eyes as Bridget started licking his shaft. Her tongue brushed his balls, and he bit his lip to keep from cumming right away.

Then he opened his eyes to look at Julie. His stepmother. Naked on the bed, watching them. Watching him. His cock.

"H-hi, Julie." He tried to keep his feet steady. "I didn't mean to—is this okay?"

Julie stood up from the bed. "No. Not unless I get to taste it too."

This was crazy. But Kent didn't care. He leaned forward, planting a hand on Bridget's shoulder. "I, uh—I need to sit down?"

Bridget released his dick, and Julie pulled him to the bed. He sprawled back, his cock reaching for the ceiling, and then both women were stroking his body, his chest, his legs—and his cock.

"Ohh . . ." Julie rubbed her hands up and down his rigid dick. "You can't tell Bradley about this."

"Hell, no." He leaned his head back. "Keep . . . keep doing that . . ."

Bridget laughed. "I think you get first crack at this, Jules. He's your son, after all."

"Stepson." And she didn't care. This was insane—but she was ready to embrace it. All of it. She was done denying herself pleasure.

Kent groaned again as Julie leaned down to take another lick at his dick. Bridget smiled at him, stroking his leg.

For a moment Kent was sure he was going to cum. Then, as if sensing it, Julie lifted her head and kissed Bridget on the lips.

That almost made Kent cum too. But he managed a deep breath, even though his cock was pulsing, and watched the two older women kiss.

Then Bridget gave Julie a shove. "Do it. Or I will."

Julie grinned. "Okay."

She swung a leg over Kent's hips. Bridget held his cock, one hand on Julie's ass. "Ready for this, Kent?"

"Oh yeah." He gazed up at Julie's big tits hanging over his face. "Y-yes."

Julie sank down, letting Kent's prick slowly fill her up, one hard inch at a time. "Oh!" she moaned as Bridget squeezed her butt. "Yes!"

"Yeah . . ." Kent smiled. He lurched up, licking at Julie's nipples as his cock slid inside her slippery pussy. Julie reared back, Bridget's hand on her shoulder, and started rocking back and forth on his dick.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck!" She laughed as Kent's cock drove up inside her. "Give it to me! Do it! I'm ready! I want . . ."

Bridget squeezed her shoulder and kissed her on the cheek. "Enjoy him."

Kent squeezed Julie's ass as her tits bounced up and down over him. He closed his eyes, just reveling in the sensations of his cock inside Julie's pussy. Yeah, he'd been dreaming about her body since the day she'd moved in.

After a weekend "honeymoon," his father had left on a business trip with his administrative assistant, leaving Julie home with Kent. He felt weird about his father getting married again, but Julie was friendly and cute. The first time he saw her in a bikini, sunbathing out on the deck in the back yard, he'd snapped a few pictures of her and then gone right up to his room to jerk off.

Now Julie was riding him, rocking back and forth on his cock, as Bridget—yeah, he'd been spying on her for months, and he was surprised his father hadn't already tried something with her—was watching, naked and smiling as Julie squirmed and shook on top of Kent's body.

"Ohh . . . " Kent groaned, his cock pulsing. "Yes . . ."

Bridget kissed Julie again, then leaned down to lick Kent's ear. "I want to sit on your face. Can you do it? That way we can all be together."

"I'll . . . I'll try." Kent had never done anything like that. He'd only seen it in porn videos. But with his stepmother on top of him, and his sexy neighbor naked next to him, he wasn't about to say no to anything. "Yeah."

Bridget laughed. She lifted a knee and swung her leg over Kent's face. Kent pawed at her ass as she lowered her body down, and she sighed as she felt the first lick of her tongue at her clit.

Bridget leaned forward to kiss Julie's lips. This was what she wanted. Oh, she was going to enjoy the feeling of a young guy eating her out, but mostly she just wanted to share the experience with Julie. Fucking her hot stepson after cumming from Bridget's fingers . . . this would be an afternoon to remember.

Ohh . . . Kent leaned up to flick his tongue at Bridget's pussy, breathing hard. He was trying not to cum, but Julie's tight slit was sliding against his cock and Bridget's clit was down against his face. Two hot women . . . he wasn't sure how long he could last.

Julie was going to cum. She didn't care about Bradley, or about the fact that she was fucking her husband's son. All that mattered was her own oncoming orgasm . . . and Bridget's hands on her tits, her lips kissing her face as she moaned, Kent tonguing her pussy.

Bridget moaned. Kent was good with his tongue and his hands—one on her butt, one on Julie's hip. She squeezed Julie's boobs, and she could tell her friend was about to cum. Hard. Good. She needed this.

But she needed it too.

ANOTHER FLASHBACK. SORRY

Bridget lays on the beach, her naked body heaving. Her boyfriend Larry has just fucked her hard and heavy, and she's coming down from her orgasm.

A party turned into an orgy, in the late afternoon sun. She hears girls around her moaning on their blankets, guys grunting as they cum.

Larry's laughing with his friends. Naked, his cock dripping. He points at Bridget. "Yeah, I hit that."

The other guys are naked too. Bridget checks out their cocks. Big, small, bigger—HUGE!—decent . . . She sighs.

One of the girls is on her knees, sucking her boyfriend's dick.

Bridget sighs. Men are such assholes.

Then Amber walks over. She's wearing a bikini. And she has big tits. "You okay?"

"Fine." Bridget sit up, wiping sand from her legs and her pussy. "It was good."

"As good as this?" Amber pulls off her bikini top.

Bridget stares at her nipples. Her pussy suddenly starts squirming again, and she pulls her legs wide. "Okay."

Amber kneels down with a grin and starts licking her pussy.

"Oh!" Bridget gasps. "Yes, yes, yes!" She grabs Amber's shoulders, digging her fingers into her skin. Even though she came just minutes ago, Larry spurting his cum into her pussy, this is better somehow. She leans back, her body shaking.

She cums, hard, and then she looks up to see one of Larry's friends standing behind her, his cock buried inside Amber's pussy.

Then another guy is poking his dick at her face. Without thinking, she sucks it into her mouth.

The guy cums fast. Then another one takes his place. Bridget is sucking his cock as Amber keeps licking at her pussy, and she's going to cum again . . .

Then Amber's gone, rolling on the sand, and suddenly another hard cock is buried inside her. Bridget glances up, still sucking cock, and sees Darren, one of Larry's friends—a tall muscular black guy—spreading her thighs.

"We okay?" Darren smiles.

Bridget smiles.

Darren plunges his cock into her pussy. The guy she's sucking cums, spilling his semen all over her cheeks. He tumbles back, and Bridget looks for Amber.

Amber crouches, hands on her knees, as another guy slams his cock into her. But she winks. And Bridget nods.

She likes this. She needs this. She wants all of this.

FLASHBACK OVER

Julie came. "Oh yes! Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes . . ." She reached down to stroke her clit. "Yes, honey, yes, yes, yes . . ."

She rolled off Kent's hips, blinking. Kent's cock was still hard, and Bridget was still rolling over his face. Julie reached out for Kent's shaft and gave it a stroke, then leaned back, groaning with pleasure as her orgasm kept washing over her.

Bridget grinned. "You okay? Ohh . . ." She grunted at Kent kept sliding his tongue back and forth around her clit.

"Yes." Julie sank down on the bed. "You should fuck him. Now."

"Okay." Bridget hoisted herself up off Kent's face. "I like it all."

Kent grunted. He was close to cumming, but Julie was gone and now Bridget? What was happening?

"Come on, boy." Bridget straddled his hips, her thighs sweating. "Keep it up for me."

She grasped Kent's cock, aimed it at her hole, and sank down, letting him fill her up.

"Oh yeah." Kent reached up for Bridget's boobs as they bounced over his face. He squeezed, his hard prick driving up inside her pussy as she plunged down, meeting every thrust.

Julie watched, confused. Her stepson and her lover—and she'd had sex with both of them? But right now she didn't care. All that mattered was lust. And sex. And fucking. She began stroking her clit again.

"Oh fuck." Kent was going to cum. "I love you. I mean—I love you both. I mean—oh fuck!"

His cock unloaded, squirting cum up inside Bridget's body. He squeezed her ass, groaning. "Yeah," he muttered. "Yeah . . ."

Bridget leaned down and kissed Kent's lips. She didn't cum, but she enjoyed the feeling of a cock spurting inside her body. And she knew she'd have a chance to fuck him again.

Julie kissed Bridget. And then she kissed Kent. "I need more of this."

Bridget pulled at Julie's boobs. "Me too. Slut."

"Hey!" Kent sat up, his cock still buried inside Bridget's tight slit. "Don't call her a—I mean, she's my mom. I mean, my stepmom."

Julie kissed him again. "It's all right, Kent. This is just our secret. Okay?"

He gazed at her boobs. "Sure."

Julie stood up. "Bradley won't be home for a week. I'll make dinner. Then we can do it again." She looked at her clothes on the floor, then headed to the door. Naked. "All right?"

Bridget grinned. "Of course."

Kent licked his lips, staring at Julie's bare ass. "I'm hungry."

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