The relationship I had with my father was tenuous at best. My parents had divorced when I was an infant which resulted in me being raised, in a loving home I must add, by my paternal grand parents.
As I turned 15 my father married Helen. Days before my 17th birthday the idiot divorced her. In case you’re thinking me calling him an idiot is harsh let me explain something. Helen was incredible. Long mousy blonde hair, a beautiful smile always on her face, a body with curves where curves should be, a fantastic pair of large breasts and most importantly to me a love for wearing very few clothes. 6 weeks after meeting her for the first time I saw her pussy as she bent over in front of me to retrieve a carton of milk from the bottom shelf of a refrigerator, her short pink night dress riding up giving me a clear view of her swollen lips. To say I was hooked would be an understatement. I lost count of the times I saw her in states of undress over the following months and I dreamt of the day I got to touch her. The divorce killed that dream, or so I thought.
I had kept in touch with Helen unbeknownst to my father for the following years so when she invited me to her new flat to help her do some tasks it wasn’t a massive surprise. Approaching my nineteenth birthday I had been with a couple of girls my age but not in any kind of serious manner. Helen was now 38 years old but still had that amazing figure and smile. We hugged as i got to her flat, exchanged pleasantries then proceeded to work our way through the list of jobs she had asked me to help with. By seven PM I was shattered and aching.
“Should we share a pizza?” she asked.
“I should probably head home” i replied.
“Stay and have some food with your stepmom” she said smiling
I laughed “okay”
The pizza was ordered so I had a wash and put on the clean T shirt I had brought with me. Helen disappeared upstairs returning a short while after wearing a pair of grey jogging bottoms and a pink T shirt emblazoned with Mickey Mouse, the sway of her breasts emphasising she had not bothered with a bra.
We sat and devoured the pizza, then sat together on Helens large sofa.
The next time she spoke my face turned crimson “still like looking at my boobs eh?”
I was lost for words realising Helen had caught me dead to rights staring at her amazing rack.
“Don’t worry” she said “Consider it payment for all your help today”
The words came out of my mouth before my brain had time to engage “Surely I’ve earned a look without Mickey in the way”
Helen looked shocked as I began to apologise “Sorry I was only joking”
Her look of shock turned into a smile “No touching” she said slowly raising her shirt. Her breasts were as perfect as I had ever seen, her large areola topped by dark pink nipples slightly hardening. Helen noticed something of mine was hardening “I best put these away” she said looking at my groin.
To this day I have no idea where my bravery came from as I spoke “Unless you want me to get him out?”
Without waiting for an answer I stood up and unfastened my jeans, my hardness happy to be released.
“Well that certainly looks like it could be fun” Helen said.
Expertly her lips engulfed my shaft, her warm mouth swallowing me. Fire blew through my body as my beautiful step mother continued to work her magic. I knew if I didn’t seize this moment I would regret it for life. I pushed Helen onto her back and hastily pulled down her bottoms, a damp patch clearly visible on her white underwear. My tongue found her wetness, fingers probing as she ground her hips into my face, her hands holding my head firmly in place. As her orgasm began my tongue found her swollen bud, her body thrashing below me.
“I want you inside me”
I didn’t need a second invitation. My purple head eased between her willing lips, our bodies finding a rhythm, mutual satisfaction our aim. As the volcanic forces inside me brought on my orgasm I looked down at this magnificent creature. My souls seed tore through me filling my stepmothers fleshy receptacle, guttural noises heightening our dual explosion.
The remainder of the night opened many doors to me in relation to my sexual journey, such doors still a cherished memory as I fondly reflect on an inspirational night.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/grb5db/time_to_reflect_nsfw_mf