Right off the bat, let me clear this up: I am much closer to my stepmom than my dad is. I mean this both based on our ages and emotionally. I’m 21, she’s 32, and he’s 54. My dad is super successful from a career standpoint, but he has burned through multiple marriages to get where he is today. He’s your typical executive: constantly at the office or away on trips, emotionally walled off from his family, etc. I’d go into greater detail, but you’re here for the dirty details and not a counseling session.
Most of you would categorize my stepmom Meredith as a gold digger, and on some accounts you’d be right. She married a much older man whose sole positive quality is his bank account. Her looks are flawless. Beautiful natural breasts, legs that go on for miles, and a wardrobe that shows off her greatest asset: a firm, voluptuous ass that looks like it was stolen from J-Lo herself. My dad is an admittedly shallow dude, and he was upfront with Meredith about this when they got married. She didn’t care … she’s sort of a free spirit who just enjoys the lifestyle we have.
Now, I know a lot of “hot stepmother” stories in this subreddit are 100% smut, but since she married my dad two years ago, Meredith and I have become genuinely good friends. It’s honestly kind of weird for me to type that, but it’s true. When you grow up in an empty house most of your life, you really cherish having someone like Meredith around.
First, she has an amazing sense of humor. Sometimes we prank each other … last week she actually put clear plastic wrap on my toilet in the middle of the night and I pissed all over the bathroom the next morning. I got her back by dipping her finger in warm water after she fell asleep on the couch and she peed herself. We obviously have non-pee-related pranks too, these are just off the top of my head.
Second, I like Meredith because she is a relationship genius. She has coached me through multiple breakups and given me great tips regarding my Tinder game. I’m pretty sure she prides herself in helping me get laid, and even though I don’t share specific details, she’ll wink at me if she thinks I just got back from a hookup and say something like, “You look tired. Long day?”
Third, Meredith has great taste in music. We actually have a joint Spotify playlist that we constantly add new music to and share things we think each other will like. We have a pact that after all the COVID stuff dies down, we are going to spend a bunch of my dad’s money going to concerts. But for now we just add music to our playlist and listen to it on the bluetooth speaker in the living room while eating dinner together. (Dad is never home in time to eat with us.)
I bring up the bluetooth speaker because this is where my fuck-up starts. The other evening I forgot to disconnect it from my phone before having some “me time.” I’d been laying in my bed watching some corny porn video with the volume down and then when it got to the part where the actress was just about to orgasm, I turned it up and … nothing. Suddenly my eyes grew wide. I could faintly hear moaning and “fuck me fuck me fuck me” coming from the living room.
Nothing kills a boner like realizing you were broadcasting the sounds of “Desperate Moms and Long Dongs 3” through the entire house.
I slammed my finger on the “Pause” button and lied still in my bed, frozen. Dad was out of town on another business trip, and Meredith had gone to bed about half an hour ago. *Surely she was asleep by now, right?* A few minutes passed and I was in the clear. I turned off my bluetooth and went back to the video.
And then there was a knock at my bedroom door. *Fuck.*
“C-come in,” I said, hiding my phone and pretending to have been asleep. Meredith opened the door. “Hey broski,” she said in a voice that made me think she was trying hard not to laugh. (Broski is her nickname for me. I call her Mer Bear because she absolutely hates it, and if I am really trying to really get under her skin, I call her Mother Dearest.)
Through squinting eyes, I could make out her stunning silhouette, backlit by the lamp in the hall. She was wearing the silk button-down shirt that barely contained her tits and the matching sleep shorts that barely contained her ass. Meredith simply wasn’t built for pajamas.
“You uh … having fun in here?” she asked, already knowing the answer. I decided instantly that lying would only make this more awkward. “Uh … s-sorry, I forgot to disconnect from the speaker. I hoped you hadn’t heard that.”
“Oh, you mean that fake-ass ‘fuck me fuck me fuck me’? You bet I heard it,” she said with a playful laugh. Something about hearing Meredith say those words—even in a fake porno orgasm voice—made my dick twitch underneath my covers.
“Um, yeah … I am sorry,” I said apologetically. “I promise it won’t happen again.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” she said as she sauntered into my room and perched on the side of my bed. “I mean, unless you want to apologize for your horrible taste in porn.”
“Did you really come in here just to kinkshame me?” I said this with just enough sarcasm to hide my embarrassment. “I’m just saying that was the fakest orgasm I’ve ever heard,” Meredith said. “It sounded like she was fucking bored and wanted the whole thing to be over with.”
“Okay Ms. Porn Expert, I challenge you to find a real orgasm on Pornhub.” I was hoping she’d back down and go back to her room so we could just put this awkward moment behind us. But she called my bluff.
“Gimme your phone, you little pervert,” she said with a grin. As she reached out for my phone, I saw the buttons on her shirt flex and her bare, sun-kissed skin peeked through the holes. Meredith snatched my phone and started typing furiously. “This one always does the trick for me,” she said absentmindedly.
She tossed the phone back at me with a look of pride on her face. “100% real orgasm,” she said with a level of confidence that made my cock hard. I shifted my blankets to hide my erection and tried not to think about how she was interrupting my earlier attempt to empty my balls.
I pressed play and watched as an amateur couple on my screen started fucking. It was slow at first, but it quickly heated up with the guy fucking the girl from behind. The camera was situated so you could see her face, and her expressions made it clear that he was doing all the right stuff.
“This is some … pretty impressive stuff.” I realize how stupid that sounds, but when you’re watching porn in front of your stepmom, it isn’t exactly easy to come up with commentary.
When the woman started moaning, I instinctively started to turn the volume down, but Meredith shook her head. “You made me listen to yours, now you’re gonna listen to mine.” She had an odd intensity in her voice when she said this too, like she wanted to watch me listen to it.
Like she wanted us to listen to the sounds of these strangers fucking each other together.
I turned the video back up. The woman was moaning and whimpering now. Her tits were bouncing violently and you could hear the percussive clap of her lover behind her, slamming his thick cock in her pussy. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Meredith shifting on the edge of my bed. It’s like there was some strange new energy in the room, a tension that I hadn’t experienced around her before.
And then I saw it.
Meredith was rubbing herself. On my bed.
It was subtle, hard to see in my dark room, but there was just enough light coming from the hallway for me to see her hand in her shorts. The light danced on the silk as her fingers moved beneath the thin, white fabric.
My cock was instantly rock hard. I felt the rush of warmth between my legs and a dull ache that told me I was full of cum. *She’s your stepmom, remember?*
The woman in the video was louder now, and her breathing was frantic. “W-what do you think is going through his head?” Meredith said quietly. I looked up and she had her eyes closed now, and her cheeks were flushed. “What do you think the guy in the video is thinking?”
I chose my words carefully.
“I … hope he’s not thinking anything,” I said after a moment. “I hope he’s just there in the moment. I hope he is just enjoying how good they both feel.”
Meredith opened her eyes and looked at mine. She opened her mouth like she was about to say something. And then she simply bit her lip. “I think you’re right,” she said after a moment. Her hand was moving more frantically in her shorts now, and I could hear the faint sound of her wetness. Of fingers sliding between cream-covered pussy lips.
I had unconsciously started rubbing my dick at this point. There was no hiding the movement of my hand under the covers. I felt huge, twice as large as I had been while watching porn earlier. Granted, there wasn’t a beautiful woman rubbing her clit on my bed then.
At this point, the woman in the video was cumming. We’re talking uncontrollable sounds of ecstasy. I have to give it to Meredith. This was a 100% real orgasm. And yet I was completely oblivious to the action unfolding on my phone screen.
Meredith had shifted at this point. She was laying flat on her back, and she was fingering herself. Her eyes were open, and she was watching me rub myself. We were both breathing heavy and my bed was rocking gently.
The video stopped playing. But my bed kept moving.
It was the gentle shake of two people making themselves feel good. Not quite the violent shake of the bed in the video we’d just listened to.
Meredith was starting to make soft whimpering noises now, noises I had not heard her make in the years that I’ve known her. I leaned forward in my bed. “Mer, can … can I … make you feel good?” She grinned at me. “Yes, but only with your fingers.”
She pulled the damp fabric of her sleep shorts aside. A neatly trimmed strip of hair led my eye right down to her glistening slit. Her pussy was a bright pink color, much lighter than all her other cocoa-brown skin I’ve always seen around the house.
I stood up next to my bed, my left hand still rubbing my cock, and prepared to gently push my index finger inside her. “Wait,” she said.
For a moment I was paralyzed, worried that she had second guessed her decision to let me touch her. To let me feel inside her. Maybe she was right, too. This could make our whole relationship become awkward. It could ruin a good thing.
Meredith leaned up and took my hand in hers. She smiled at my finger and then gently pushed my middle finger up too. She wanted two.
And then she put both fingers in her mouth.
Her tongue flicked back and forth across the tips of my fingers and then she basically swallowed my hand. I literally felt the back of her throat. When she opened her mouth after what felt like an eternity, my fingers came back covered in her spit. “Now you’re ready,” she whispered.
I swear this was the hardest my cock has ever been in my life.
I pushed my fingers deep in Meredith’s pussy. She inhaled sharply and a trickle of warm juices ran down my wrist. She was so fucking wet. I thrust my fingers in and out, matching the rhythm she had been using while touching herself. I matched the same rhythm while rubbing my dick.
In a few minutes, I could tell we were both getting close. I had both of our cum on my hands, and we were both out of breath.
I wanted Meredith to feel good. I wanted to make her feel good as a way of thanking her for making my life so much better than it had been before I knew her. I mustered all the coordination I had left in my body and doubled the speed of my fingers. I let go of my dick and began rubbing her clit as my fingers that were deep inside her.
When Meredith came, it sounded a lot like the woman in the video: moans of uncontrolled ecstasy that would have woken anyone else up in the house. Her legs were shaking, and her eyes were rolled back. I didn’t stop finger fucking her for a second. I just kept pushing a bit of me into that small part of her. I wanted more of me inside of her. But she had said “just fingers.”
And then she was still. I took my fingers out of her warm, wet pussy and laid down beside her on the bed. I somehow felt lighter, like the tension I’d felt earlier had lifted. The room was quiet now, and I listened to Meredith breathing.
“Broski.”
“Yeah Mer Bear?”
“Something tells me you like the sound of a real orgasm.”
I looked over at Meredith’s smiling face. And that’s when the real shock of the evening set in.
My stepmom was covered in a thick rope of sticky white cum. My cum. Holy shit.
“It happened when I started getting loud,” she said. “I didn’t want to say anything to distract you … it felt too good.”
I immediately stood up to get her a clean shirt from my dresser so she could wipe off, but it turned out that this was unnecessary. When I turned back around, she was tracing my cumshot with her delicate fingers, up her neck and across her face. She gathered my whole load on her index finger and then it disappeared in her mouth.
I heard her swallow from across the room. I’m pretty sure my jaw dropped.
Meredith stood up and walked over to me, her nipples visibly hard underneath her skimpy shirt. “I don’t think I have to say that this whole ‘porn on the bluetooth speaker’ situation will be our little secret,” she said softly. I nodded, still lightheaded from the thought of my seed going down her throat. She took my hand again. She put my fingers in her mouth, lapping up what was left of her cum.
Once my hand was clean, she looked down. I followed her gaze and saw my dick was hard again. Meredith giggled, licked her lips, and smiled. And then she walked out the door and down the hall.
“Good night, broski.”
“Good night, Mer Bear.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pmubn6/my_stepmom_is_teaching_me_to_have_better_taste_in
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