My Vacation Fling with my “Stepmom”, part 5 (Final) [MF]

(Part one can be found here: /r/gonewildstories/comments/hragsd/my_vacation_fling_with_my_stepmom_part_1_mf/ – link to the next part are at the bottom of each post)

The day we were due to fly back home to the East Coast the weather took a turn. Gone were the golden summer days, instead it was wet and miserable. It matched my mood. Usually the sadness of saying goodbye to my dad was balanced out with getting to see my mom again, but this time I knew I was also saying goodbye to a sex-fuelled week with Ana. I did hope for the morning that our flight might be delay a day due to the weather, but in the end, it wasn’t. I had one more morning with Ana until next time.

When I woke up, I immediately hopped out of bed in the hope that perhaps only Ana would be up. I could hear a shower running and I briefly considered seeing if the door was unlocked in case it was her. Fortunately my brain won out over my cock and I didn’t. When I walked into the kitchen, Ana was there, staring blankly at the wall with a cup of coffee. I remember that I thought then that Ana was feeling how I was, devastated to be parted, like she had fallen for an 18 year old idiot like me.

I went up to her and seeing no one else around I kissed her. She kissed back, our lips pressed against each other, until she pulled away, a little smile on her face. “We can’t right now. Your father is in the shower. He’ll be out soon.”

I think I whined like a small child, complaining that we might not get another chance, that I had morning wood, any bullshit reason for us to fuck. She looked at me and at least it wasn’t with disappointment. She did roll her eyes but in a bemused way and then she said “if someone comes down the hall, tap my head.”

That comment didn’t make sense straight away. And then she got down to her knees in the kitchen and pulled my pajamas pants down just far enough to free my cock. Her lips were wrapped around my shaft a moment later. Now the way the beach house was set up meant that if anyone walked into the living area, the kitchen counter hid Ana’s bobbing head from view. It would give her enough time to pull my pants up and act like she was fetching something from the floor.

No one came (except me). Ana didn’t waste any time. I would say I was disappointed I never experienced a sensual, slow blowjob from her, but really, how can I complain about this Spanish goddess swallowing my cock. Her head bobbed up and down, her lips gliding from the root to the tip of my cock. I managed to hold back my moans. I just stood there letting her magic mouth go to work. It reached the point where I think even if someone had walked in I wouldn’t have been able to stop her.

As my orgasm came, I found myself unable to stop my hips moving against her mouth, pushing myself deeper into that wet hole. I could feel her throat against the tip of my cock, that intoxicating tightness. Occasionally I was rewarded with a sexy moan or gagging sound. I came silently, flooding her mouth without warning. She made a show of swallowing it and then, pulling my pants up she stood up and told me to have my breakfast.

And that was that.

I know that’s unsatisfying but that’s how it was. We weren’t alone again, everyone having to shower and dress, and pack before we were bundled into a car and then taken to the airport. All I got from Ana again was a tight hug and a chaste kiss on the cheek that made me blush and my siblings laugh and mock me. If only they knew what had happened in that week.

There is a little added conclusion though to this story. Five months later and I’m back home for the Christmas break. I have had a blast at college, more confident than I ever was at school and already having several flings (after casting off my religious high school girlfriend rather coldly I regret). Ana definitely had improved my confidence. I felt like a real man and my other competitors for college pussy were just boys compared to me. But Christmas is Christmas and I was home.

My mom walked into my bedroom with the (still new!) cordless phone and handed it to me. “It’s your father.” It’s impressive how much she still hated him even a decade after the divorce.

I didn’t think much of the call. Dad always rang around Christmas time. We had a long chat him eager to hear how college was going. And then he dropped the bombshell. “I’m actually coming back to the East Coast. Permanently.”

I had two thoughts. The first was I was going to see more of my dad and that was cool. Second I thought that Ana and I were going to be able to fuck more often. Don’t think bad of me. I was young and stupid and I don’t think I understood them how much of a betrayal this was. Also you’d do it too. Don’t lie. But then he dropped the second bombshell: “Ana and I have spilt.”

It turns out that their relationship had been dead for basically the last year. By the time we had visited for summer, Dad had actually been sleeping in the spare bedroom. They only pretended to be happy families while we were there because Dad didn’t want to ruin the week and if they decided to stay together it was better we didn’t know about any unhappiness. But a month or so after we left, they properly spilt and she moved out.

It was over. I never saw or spoke to Ana again.

Years later, while my dad and I were talking about the old days I casually asked what Ana was up to. He told me that shortly after they split she had moved back to Spain and the last he heard she was married with some photographer she used to work with.

And so we come to the end of this. Writing this all down for the first time I’ve found it hard not to think about why Ana did what she did. Was it revenge to my dad? To fuck his son. Or was it that she hadn’t been touched in months and she desired the attention of a young man that worshipped her. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was something else. All I know is that during the course of one week at my dad’s summerhouse, my stepmom made me cum 8 times.

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