Meeting the Step Mother -Chapter 1

Meeting the Step Mother

Chapter 1

“Well, here we are!” Exclaimed Harrys Dad. James Brennan looked nothing like his son. Harry was tall and lean, with messy dark hair and piercing green eyes. James, on the other hand was short, stocky and bald. Harry often wondered if he was even his real dad. Now more than ever, he hoped he wasn’t; it could have been his ticket out of this mess. “I’ll get your case out of the boot for you buddy.” Harry just gave a polite smile. James got out of the driver’s side door and proceeded to empty the boot as Harry sent his mother a quick text to let her know he arrived safe. She replied almost instantly. *“okay, hope you have a good time. I’m only a text away if you need me xx”*

Harry lived across the country, it had always just been him and his mother. After his parent’s divorce he had had little to do with his father. The odd visit had been the extent, but over the last few years they had practically no contact- mostly because Harry didn’t want any. But now eighteen, freshly out of High School and looking at colleges, Harry begrudgingly reached out to his Dad for the one thing he had that his mother struggled to be able to help with; money. And James had been happy to help, the catch being that he’d like them to spend the summer together. So here Harry was, spending his last summer before his adult life began with a father he barely knew, in a town he couldn’t remember.

Harry followed behind his father to the house. The sight of it brought back vague memories from his childhood. This is where he had grown up. Although the interior had been completely re done since he had last come here. He was greeted by a garish modern design aesthetic as he walked into the house. All greys and blacks, with several abstract paintings adorning the hallways walls. A tell-tale sign of someone who was rich, childless, and had little taste. “Honey, I’m home!” James called out as he walked through the door, his ‘Dad’ humour amusing only himself.

Here it was. The moment Harry had been dreading the most. Meeting his stepmother.

A set of large, brown doe eyes, a warm closed mouthed smile drawn by a pair of full lips and a small button nosed greeted him from the end of the hallway. A set of perfectly shaped, jet black eyebrows matched the straight black bob which framed the picture, contrasting with the milky pale skin upon which it was presented. Her large, D cup breasts bounced softly as she walked towards him, sending ripples through her loose tank top and betraying the fact that she was braless. A mirror next to the kitchen door gave Harry a clear view of a rear that could barely be contained in the tight Lycra yoga pants that she was wearing, and the two plump masses sat atop a pair of thick thighs that met together. Her assets were large for a woman of only about Five foot four; she was by no means fat, and the flat midriff that crowned her child-bearing hips showed that she took care of her body, but she had curves.

“Aghh I’ve heard so much about you! It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Harry had been so busy analysing the view that the bubbly, excited greeting caught him completely off guard. However. he didn’t have much chance to come up with a response before two outstretched arms wrapped around his body, pulling him into a deep bear hug. The warmth of her perky breasts squished against his chest radiated through his torso. He didn’t dare look down to see how the position had affected her cleavage. The last thing he needed was an erection ruining his first impression. “Nice to meet you to… I’m Harry.” She released him from her vice-like grip, her breast subtle jiggling as they fell back to their natural place, keeping her hands on his shoulders as she stepped back and let out a hearty laugh. “Well I know that stupid!” she looked to James “I thought you said this one was smart?”

Graces cheeky jibes and overall sarcasm made it obvious that there was a rather large age gap between her and her significant other, if her youthful appearance hadn’t been made that obvious already. Grace was fifteen years younger than her husband; something Harry’s mother made mention of quite regularly. She was still in her very early thirties. It felt strange having a Stepmother who had only just entered her teen years when you had been born.

“How was your trip?” She asked. “Long” Replied Harry, tiredly. “Oh you poor thing, I’m sure it was. You must be starving! I’ve got dinner ready in the kitchen. Get your bags upstairs and we’ll go eat.”

“Sounds like a plan!” Chimed in James, abandoning the suitcase at the door in favour of following the scent of something smelly vaguely oriental. “Actually, I’m really tired if I’m honest. I think I’d like to just get myself settled if that’s okay.”

“You don’t want anything to eat?” Grace asked, a touch concerned.

“Thanks, but I’ve just had a really long day I just want to lie down for a bit”

Grace opened her mouth to answer but before she could Harry’s father chimed in from the kitchen. “Come on kid Grace has spent all day cooking for you!”

“I spent twenty minutes with a stir fry kit, I’m not exactly making it on kitchen nightmares!” She retorted, giving Harry an exasperated shake of the head, which made him smile. “No that’s completely fine man, take your time. Chill out. If you need anything, we’re just a shout away, okay?”

“Thanks.” He said.

“Want me to show your room? “

“No, I remember.”

“Ah, of course. Silly me.” She added, almost embarrassed. “Well I’ll leave you to it then! Tables all set if you change your mind.” She gave a warm smile as she turned to enter the kitchen.

“Oh-“ He exclaimed, causing her to spin around on her heels back into the hall. “Is it okay if I get the Wi-fi password?”

“Wrote out for you on a note on your bed, left my cell on it too if you ever need me when your dads at work“ she answered with a warm smile. “And Harry? I know you’re a little hesitant about this whole thing, but I promise, this is going to be *such* a fun summer.”

***

Just as his Dad had told him on the drive over, his room had been kept exactly how he left it. Almost like a shrine. Disney and Nickelodeon posters adorned his walls; dinosaur and super-hero toys cluttered the shelves and Thomas the Tank engine decorated his bed sheets. He let out a long sigh. Tomorrow he’d worry about redecorating. Right now, he was tired, stressed, and frustrated; something that teenage boys know only too well how to treat.

Before anything, Harry lifted the hand-written note from the bed and used it to sign into the Wi-fi. He also took note of the phone number underneath it, with “Grace” sitting beside it written in rounded feminine letters. Even her writing was pleasant to look at. He was taken aback by how nice she had turned out to be. Perhaps it was just years of his mother being- admittedly- bitter about James remarrying someone so much younger, but Harry always thought he’d hate her; but he was beginning to think she might be the one positive thing about this whole trip.

He stripped himself off to his underwear. Luckily his hosts had taken the liberty of making one addition to his room; a box of tissues. It was bad enough that the beloved children’s cartoon character on his bed linen was going to be subjected to the large rear-shaped sweat patch he would most likely leave, but a cum stain on Thomas the Tank engines face would have been too much.

He lay in his single bed on top of the covers, the cool air traveling up his legs, causing the hairs to stand on end. He began browsing his go to porn site. *“What’s on the menu today?”* He wondered as he scrolled through the recommended videos. He began rubbing himself over his boxers as he watched the various auto-play thumbnails, before taking them off, making it easier to stroke his hardening cock.

He began cherry picking video’s, watching a few minutes of a video before finding something new; A gorgeous, tanned, blonde teen bouncing her peach shaped ass on a thick cock, the lips of her tight pussy gripping onto the girthy shaft, leaving it slick and shiny with her juices; a cherry-red haired beauty using her massive tits to fuck a cock until it exploded over her face and chin; an innocent looking girl, and a hand on the back of her head forcing her to take the length of him all the way to his balls, ropes of saliva dripping from her mouth onto her small perky breasts as she came up for air and black tears streaming down her face; a young girl lapping up the juices from another girls soaking wet cunt, her fingers teasing her hungry tight hole as her tongue ran circles around the engorged clit, the receiver quivering and bucking in ecstasy.

Harry had been browsing for upwards of fifteen minutes, all the while his hand stroking the shaft of his uncircumcised cock, but nothing was scratching that itch. He was incredibly horny, and he could feel a familiar tingle in the base of his balls as he slowly drew the foreskin back over his head, but he just hadn’t found anything that he wanted to commit too. Sure this bronzed, fat ass Latina with her ankles behind her ears and having her tight asshole stretched to its limit was hot, but was she really worth coming to? What if he finished and found something even hotter, and then would have to wait to recharge?

His attempts to solve this philosophical quandary were interrupted by a knock at the door.

In a panic, he turned off his phone screen off and threw it onto the bedside table. He attempted to pull the cover from under him to cover himself up. Grace must have worked in hospitality at some point, because this bedsheet was tucked in tighter than some of the young girls in those videos had been before the nice African American gentlemen had done his work. As he struggled, a voice called out. “Can I come in?” Grace asked.

“Uh… two seconds…” He said, as he tried and failed to pry the cover from the bed frames clutches.

“Is everything okay?” Asked Grace after a few seconds of silence.

“Yeah, sorry… I’m just…” He continued to struggle. A strong yank caused the sheet to budge slightly. A second caused a larger shift.

“I can come back…” And with an almighty tug the sheet gave free, Harry nearly falling flat on the floor as it came loose.

“No! You can come in!” he said as he dived under the covers.

Grace entered tentatively, holding a bowl of stir fry in one hand and a can of coke in the other.

“Not… interrupting anything… am I?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Harry shook his head enthusiastically. “No! No! Just getting ready for bed.”

“Well, I know you said you weren’t hungry, but I thought I’d bring you up a little dinner anyway, just to be safe.”

He offered her thanks as she set it down on his bedside table. As she leaned over, he couldn’t help stealing a glance down her top. Her breasts swung lightly, the cut of her shirt forcing him to imagine what her nipples might look like. He couldn’t help picture what she might look like without it.

“There you go!” she said, bringing him back to reality before sitting on the bed beside him. “Settling in okay?”

“Yeah fine.” He answered. “Just weird. Being back.”

“Yeah I can imagine. What were you, twelve when you last came over?”

“Thirteen.” He replied curtly.

“What? And your Dad still had you in Thomas and friends sheets?” She laughed

“Yeah.” He couldn’t help but chuckle himself.

“Don’t worry I’ve got you some new ones, just not had a chance to change them. We’ll sort that tomorrow. But yeah, it must be weird.” She paused, then put her hand on his thigh, obviously more in a comforting way but in his current state it made Harrys cock lurch under his sheets. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, just uhh… like I said, long day…” Perhaps it was the fact that they were now alone, or perhaps it was that during this encounter most of Harrys blood was concentrated in his groin, but he hadn’t fully realised how attractive his new stepmother was earlier; There was a wicked playfulness in her eyes that was extremely endearing, and her lips just looked so inviting, on par with Scarlet Johansson. Of course, it was her body Harry was most occupied with. Especially her ass, which at this present moment was pushed up against his calf where she sat, the side of her cheek moulding itself to the shape of his lower leg like putty.

He couldn’t help but undress her mentally, and images of her glorious round cheeks rippling as his cock slammed into her invaded his mind like the Germans in Poland. Her tits in his mouth as she grinded against him. Her thick, juicy thighs opening to reveal what lived between them. He had only known this woman for half an hour, but he already had a list a mile long of the dirty, degrading things he’d have her do if he got the chance. Then she ruined all those filthy fantasies with a sad half smile.

“Look, don’t tell him I said this, but this means a lot to your dad. He just wants to have a relationship with you.”

“I know.” He replied, dryly. “But I feel like I don’t even know him.”

“Exactly!” she exclaimed, shifting in her seat, the movement of which caused the cover to move and indirectly stroking Harrys still hard dick underneath. “Then you can get to know each other!”

She continued to shift in her seat as she talked. Harry felt the familiar wetness of pre-cum leak out of the tip of his cock. Perhaps Thomas was getting a pearl necklace after all.

“He’s had a bit of a hard time at work lately and I think he could just really use this.”

“I get that.” Replied Harry, trying to sound sympathetic, which is hard to do when your dads smoking hot wife is unknowingly edging you.

“Look I’m not asking you to be best friends straight away, I know it won’t happen overnight. I’m just asking that you try and meet him halfway? Is that fair?”

“Yeah. Totally. I’ll do my best.”

She smiled. “Thanks a lot. I’ll let you get some sleep.” She squeezed his thigh as she stood up to leave. “Good night Harry, sweet dreams.”

“Good night.” Harry replied, reaching for his phone.

The spectacle of Graces shapely ass as she sauntered out of his room had helped him land on a category worthy of a tissue: Milf.

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**From Shrak:** This is my first time trying my hand at Erotic writing. I know it’s a slow burner and nothing overly sexual happens, but I always feel weird not at least trying to set up my stories faithfully (even if it is smut). Would appreciate feedback!

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ej2bbu/meeting_the_step_mother_chapter_1