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Chapter Three...
The longer I looked at my young stepson, the surer I became. Setting down my wine glass, I went to the table and sat across from Jason. He looked at me, uncertain, possibly scared at what I might say.
"Jason," I began, keeping my voice steady. "I want you to know that I'm not ashamed of what happened. Your Dad and I, well... You know everything already since you read the pre-nup. So you know that if you tell anyone, even your best friend... You know how gossip gets around. Your friend will tell his friend, and he'll tell someone else; on and on... Pretty soon a parent hears and I lose everything. Your dad will divorce me. I'll be gone without a penny.
I didn't go on. Jason knew I was right.
"It's my fault what happened... I was just so damned frustrated for attention! Your dad doesn't look at me as a man should look at his wife. He doesn't treat me like a husband should. You know how it is to be horny. Well, girls get horny, too and when you kissed me... I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I just couldn't seem to stop myself. But if you can't keep a secret..."
"I can," Jason interrupted decisively. "I don't want you to leave."
"Then follow me," I commanded, rising to walk into the living room. I stopped in front of a chair where we could see our driveway. It was dark outside. With only the light from the streetlights illuminating the room, no one could see me drop to my knees. No one could see me as I yanked Jason's shorts to his knees and pushed him to sit in the chair. He was too shocked to do more than gasp as I moved to suck his cock into my mouth.
I didn't hesitate. I didn't stop to stroke his cock. I had a plan to ensure Jason stayed quiet and an undetermined amount of time. So I just leaned over to take the still half-limp flesh into my mouth. Only a couple of seconds lapsed before I felt it growing longer, firmer in my mouth. I continued sucking and stroking while listening to Jason's gasps and moans as his cock pulsed against my tongue and grew to fill my mouth. Once Jason's cock was fully erect, I lavished it with the best mouth magic I could with years of experience guiding me.
I didn't know how long it would be before the headlights of my husband's car would appear in our driveway. I hoped it wouldn't be until I finished. When I felt hands pressing down on the back of my head while Jason's hips began flexing upwards, I knew his release wouldn't be long in coming. I pulled away and took my shirt off. I didn't want to take the chance of having it spotted with cum. I continued to sit on my ankles, reaching to grasp Jason's cock in my hand. I didn't lean in to continue sucking his cock. Instead, I met his eyes as I slow-stroked his shaft.
"You really like it when I suck your cock," I asked softly.
"Yes," Jason hissed. He looked a little shocked that I'd said, 'suck your cock', and not blowjob. I guessed this was the first time he'd heard such vulgar language from a girl. I'd said it instead of 'blowjob' for that reason. 'Suck your cock' brings things to a more personal level than blowjob does.
"I like sucking cock," I continued, still meeting his eyes while slow stroking the shaft in my hand. "I like how cock feels in my mouth. Especially big cocks like yours."
Still looking into Jason's eyes, I leaned in to run my tongue from ball sack to tip. Jason's in-drawn gasp was exactly what I wanted to hear.
"Mmm, your cock even tastes good," I whispered, tonguing the cock in my hand. "You know what tastes even better than your cock?"
Jason shook his head.
"You don't? Really? I bet you know," I tongued Jason's cock again and let my lips linger softly on his tip. "Your cum. Your cum tastes better than your cock. I was in the kitchen looking at you and all I could think about was your cock, your cum in my mouth. What your big cock would feel like in my pussy..."
I dipped my head to let his cocktip slide to the back on my mouth while letting Jason have time to think about my pussy before I raised up.
"There's so much I want to do, but if you can't keep a secret..." I left it to Jason's teenage imagination to fill in what I meant by 'so much'.
I opened my mouth and took as much cock past my lips as I could. My head bobbed over Jason's lap as I heard him promise that he wouldn't tell anyone! This time I believed him. By opening my lips around Jason's cock, I'd sealed his lips. He wouldn't take even the slightest chance that I might have to leave, to stop sucking his cock: and maybe doing more! I would have smiled in triumph if my mouth wasn't filled with cock.
Only a few minutes of sucking and stroking Jason's cock in earnest had the expected result. I milked and swallowed every drop. I knew how men hesitated to kiss me afterwards. I thought it was unfair that men expected me to kiss them after they ate my pussy, but they wouldn't kiss me after I'd sucked and swallowed their cum. Determined that Jason wouldn't have that foolish phobia, I didn't give him a chance to refuse. I let him see me swallow twice before I moved up to kiss him.
Jason's lips remained stiff, then softened to let my tongue slip into his mouth. I knew his future girlfriends would appreciate that I'd trained him right; that kissing after coming was okay.
I continued to hold Jason's still hard cock while we kissed and his hands played with my bra clad tits. We had less than a minute of our fun before the headlights of my husband's car turned into our driveway. Talk about timing! We moved apart. Jason's cock had been cleaned by my mouth. All he had to do was pull up his shorts while I shook my boobs to lie comfortably in my bra cups before putting on my shirt.
When Hamilton entered the kitchen, he found a scene so innocent it could have been a painting by Norman Rockwell. His son doing homework at the kitchen table. His wife, apron on, at the stove. I resisted the urge to give Hamilton a deep kiss with the taste of his son's cum still on my tongue. Instead, I swirled wine around my mouth to wash away any lingering cum breath as he walked over to give me a peck on my lips. Shit! The bastard hadn't even had the manners to wash away the scent of pussy from his face!
Conversation was stilted at first. No one had much of an appetite. My stomach was in knots from wanting a cock inside my pussy. Jason was probably sporting a massive hardon that wanted to be inside a pussy. Hamilton? He'd probably shared a hotel's room service meal with his new lady between fucks.
It was the end of what was to become just a normal day in our home...
**********
The next morning, I came down to start breakfast at my usual time. What was unusual was finding Jason waiting for me. Almost every morning I had to yell two or three times to get him out of bed. Not today though. He pounced as soon as I walked through the door. Arms trapped my back against his chest. Hands reached around to slip through the front of my robe to grip my tits.
"Dammit, Jason," I hissed, breaking away and pulling the front of my robe closed. "Your dad is upstairs and..."
"Dad is upstairs," Jason interrupted in calm agreement. "He takes a shower and gets dressed while you make breakfast.
"Wait for it," he added, sounding like Radar from M*A*S*H. He cocked his head and then... "Hear that?"
I listened. There was a faint sound, but I'd never paid attention to it.
"Your bedroom's bathroom is right above us. That's the sound of water flowing through the pipes as Dad takes his shower," Jason said.
I'd never thought about it, but Jason was right. Now that I knew what the sound meant, I thought about the layout of our house. I looked at the ceiling, estimating distances and angles... Huh, Hamilton was above us only ten to fifteen feet from where we stood. This time I didn't resist when Jason kissed me. I didn't stop his hands when they opened my robe to fondle my tits. It excited me to let my stepson explore my body while my husband was so close.
I pushed into Jacob. I rubbed my mound against the hard cock in his jeans. Thinking about our limited time, I quickly squatted to sit on my ankles. I unzipped jeans to free an already hard cock. My hands on Jason's ass pulled him closer. I pushed as much cock into my mouth as I could. I started sliding my mouth over the shaft: rapidly sucking cock.
I knew time was running out. I also knew how quickly my still virgin stepson could come. I pulled my mouth away.
"Fuck my mouth, Jason."
I didn't need to say more. Jason was inexperienced but he knew the fundamentals. Hands clamped onto the sides of my head. Hips moved and I was no longer sucking cock, I was being mouthfucked. I thought letting Jason play with my tits was exciting, but being mouthfucked by my stepson while my husband was right above us... It was like sweet revenge for all the women Hamilton fucked while he ignored me!
Jason was groaning, ramming his cock into my mouth. Spit I couldn't swallow drooled from my lips to wet my tits. Jason's moans were coming faster when the sound of running water in the pipes stopped. But he was close. I didn't stop Jason's desperate thrusts. I imagined my husband stepping out of the shower, beginning to towel off. Jason was close and there was still time. I couldn't hear, but I knew Hamilton shaved after his shower. There was still time... Then I no longer had to worry about time as Jason pushed his cock as far as he could past my lips and hot cum burned the back of my mouth.
I took my time milking every drop of cum from Jason's cock. I felt deliciously evil tasting my stepson's cum while my husband was so close. Above us my husband was probably half-dressed when I finished sucking Jason's cock clean and pulled my mouth away. I didn't swallow as I wiped spit from my face and tits before tying my robe shut. Jason zipped up and sat at the table. We didn't talk. With the instincts of a teenager used to keeping secrets from parents, Jason knew that his dad would hear us talking before we would hear him walking on the carpet. I didn't talk because my mouth was full of cum. I started the coffee and started frying eggs and buttering toast as quickly as I could. I swallowed as little as I could. When Hamilton came downstairs a few minutes later, it gave me a silent thrill to kiss my husband with some of his son's cum still in my mouth.
Jason left to catch the bus. Hamilton left soon after. I cleared the table and was sitting with my second cup of coffee when I heard the sliding door to the patio open. Jason was dropping his bookbag and pulling me up from my chair a second later.
"I waited until Dad drove past the bus stop. I told the other students I wasn't feeling good," Jason told me. "There's no way I can sit in class. Not when all I can think about is you!"
I didn't argue. I didn't drop to my knees to suck his cock. I'd sucked his cock three times. I'd swallowed enough cum. It was time I got what I wanted! I pushed Jason to sit in the chair he'd pulled me from. I straddled his lap. I enjoyed long kisses while hands opened my robe to expose my tits. I enjoyed the mouth and hands playing over my body while Jason took his time admiring my tits as he removed my robe.
I opened my legs wider to lower myself more onto Jason's lap. I began to slowly rub my pussy against the hardness in his jeans. It felt so good, but I wasn't in a hurry for more. We had long hours ahead of us instead of stolen minutes.
The longer I looked at my young stepson, the surer I became. Setting down my wine glass, I went to the table and sat across from Jason. He looked at me, uncertain, possibly scared at what I might say.
"Jason," I began, keeping my voice steady. "I want you to know that I'm not ashamed of what happened. Your Dad and I, well... You know everything already since you read the pre-nup. So you know that if you tell anyone, even your best friend... You know how gossip gets around. Your friend will tell his friend, and he'll tell someone else; on and on... Pretty soon a parent hears and I lose everything. Your dad will divorce me. I'll be gone without a penny.
I didn't go on. Jason knew I was right.
"It's my fault what happened... I was just so damned frustrated for attention! Your dad doesn't look at me as a man should look at his wife. He doesn't treat me like a husband should. You know how it is to be horny. Well, girls get horny, too and when you kissed me... I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I just couldn't seem to stop myself. But if you can't keep a secret..."
"I can," Jason interrupted decisively. "I don't want you to leave."
"Then follow me," I commanded, rising to walk into the living room. I stopped in front of a chair where we could see our driveway. It was dark outside. With only the light from the streetlights illuminating the room, no one could see me drop to my knees. No one could see me as I yanked Jason's shorts to his knees and pushed him to sit in the chair. He was too shocked to do more than gasp as I moved to suck his cock into my mouth.
I didn't hesitate. I didn't stop to stroke his cock. I had a plan to ensure Jason stayed quiet and an undetermined amount of time. So I just leaned over to take the still half-limp flesh into my mouth. Only a couple of seconds lapsed before I felt it growing longer, firmer in my mouth. I continued sucking and stroking while listening to Jason's gasps and moans as his cock pulsed against my tongue and grew to fill my mouth. Once Jason's cock was fully erect, I lavished it with the best mouth magic I could with years of experience guiding me.
I didn't know how long it would be before the headlights of my husband's car would appear in our driveway. I hoped it wouldn't be until I finished. When I felt hands pressing down on the back of my head while Jason's hips began flexing upwards, I knew his release wouldn't be long in coming. I pulled away and took my shirt off. I didn't want to take the chance of having it spotted with cum. I continued to sit on my ankles, reaching to grasp Jason's cock in my hand. I didn't lean in to continue sucking his cock. Instead, I met his eyes as I slow-stroked his shaft.
"You really like it when I suck your cock," I asked softly.
"Yes," Jason hissed. He looked a little shocked that I'd said, 'suck your cock', and not blowjob. I guessed this was the first time he'd heard such vulgar language from a girl. I'd said it instead of 'blowjob' for that reason. 'Suck your cock' brings things to a more personal level than blowjob does.
"I like sucking cock," I continued, still meeting his eyes while slow stroking the shaft in my hand. "I like how cock feels in my mouth. Especially big cocks like yours."
Still looking into Jason's eyes, I leaned in to run my tongue from ball sack to tip. Jason's in-drawn gasp was exactly what I wanted to hear.
"Mmm, your cock even tastes good," I whispered, tonguing the cock in my hand. "You know what tastes even better than your cock?"
Jason shook his head.
"You don't? Really? I bet you know," I tongued Jason's cock again and let my lips linger softly on his tip. "Your cum. Your cum tastes better than your cock. I was in the kitchen looking at you and all I could think about was your cock, your cum in my mouth. What your big cock would feel like in my pussy..."
I dipped my head to let his cocktip slide to the back on my mouth while letting Jason have time to think about my pussy before I raised up.
"There's so much I want to do, but if you can't keep a secret..." I left it to Jason's teenage imagination to fill in what I meant by 'so much'.
I opened my mouth and took as much cock past my lips as I could. My head bobbed over Jason's lap as I heard him promise that he wouldn't tell anyone! This time I believed him. By opening my lips around Jason's cock, I'd sealed his lips. He wouldn't take even the slightest chance that I might have to leave, to stop sucking his cock: and maybe doing more! I would have smiled in triumph if my mouth wasn't filled with cock.
Only a few minutes of sucking and stroking Jason's cock in earnest had the expected result. I milked and swallowed every drop. I knew how men hesitated to kiss me afterwards. I thought it was unfair that men expected me to kiss them after they ate my pussy, but they wouldn't kiss me after I'd sucked and swallowed their cum. Determined that Jason wouldn't have that foolish phobia, I didn't give him a chance to refuse. I let him see me swallow twice before I moved up to kiss him.
Jason's lips remained stiff, then softened to let my tongue slip into his mouth. I knew his future girlfriends would appreciate that I'd trained him right; that kissing after coming was okay.
I continued to hold Jason's still hard cock while we kissed and his hands played with my bra clad tits. We had less than a minute of our fun before the headlights of my husband's car turned into our driveway. Talk about timing! We moved apart. Jason's cock had been cleaned by my mouth. All he had to do was pull up his shorts while I shook my boobs to lie comfortably in my bra cups before putting on my shirt.
When Hamilton entered the kitchen, he found a scene so innocent it could have been a painting by Norman Rockwell. His son doing homework at the kitchen table. His wife, apron on, at the stove. I resisted the urge to give Hamilton a deep kiss with the taste of his son's cum still on my tongue. Instead, I swirled wine around my mouth to wash away any lingering cum breath as he walked over to give me a peck on my lips. Shit! The bastard hadn't even had the manners to wash away the scent of pussy from his face!
Conversation was stilted at first. No one had much of an appetite. My stomach was in knots from wanting a cock inside my pussy. Jason was probably sporting a massive hardon that wanted to be inside a pussy. Hamilton? He'd probably shared a hotel's room service meal with his new lady between fucks.
It was the end of what was to become just a normal day in our home...
**********
The next morning, I came down to start breakfast at my usual time. What was unusual was finding Jason waiting for me. Almost every morning I had to yell two or three times to get him out of bed. Not today though. He pounced as soon as I walked through the door. Arms trapped my back against his chest. Hands reached around to slip through the front of my robe to grip my tits.
"Dammit, Jason," I hissed, breaking away and pulling the front of my robe closed. "Your dad is upstairs and..."
"Dad is upstairs," Jason interrupted in calm agreement. "He takes a shower and gets dressed while you make breakfast.
"Wait for it," he added, sounding like Radar from M*A*S*H. He cocked his head and then... "Hear that?"
I listened. There was a faint sound, but I'd never paid attention to it.
"Your bedroom's bathroom is right above us. That's the sound of water flowing through the pipes as Dad takes his shower," Jason said.
I'd never thought about it, but Jason was right. Now that I knew what the sound meant, I thought about the layout of our house. I looked at the ceiling, estimating distances and angles... Huh, Hamilton was above us only ten to fifteen feet from where we stood. This time I didn't resist when Jason kissed me. I didn't stop his hands when they opened my robe to fondle my tits. It excited me to let my stepson explore my body while my husband was so close.
I pushed into Jacob. I rubbed my mound against the hard cock in his jeans. Thinking about our limited time, I quickly squatted to sit on my ankles. I unzipped jeans to free an already hard cock. My hands on Jason's ass pulled him closer. I pushed as much cock into my mouth as I could. I started sliding my mouth over the shaft: rapidly sucking cock.
I knew time was running out. I also knew how quickly my still virgin stepson could come. I pulled my mouth away.
"Fuck my mouth, Jason."
I didn't need to say more. Jason was inexperienced but he knew the fundamentals. Hands clamped onto the sides of my head. Hips moved and I was no longer sucking cock, I was being mouthfucked. I thought letting Jason play with my tits was exciting, but being mouthfucked by my stepson while my husband was right above us... It was like sweet revenge for all the women Hamilton fucked while he ignored me!
Jason was groaning, ramming his cock into my mouth. Spit I couldn't swallow drooled from my lips to wet my tits. Jason's moans were coming faster when the sound of running water in the pipes stopped. But he was close. I didn't stop Jason's desperate thrusts. I imagined my husband stepping out of the shower, beginning to towel off. Jason was close and there was still time. I couldn't hear, but I knew Hamilton shaved after his shower. There was still time... Then I no longer had to worry about time as Jason pushed his cock as far as he could past my lips and hot cum burned the back of my mouth.
I took my time milking every drop of cum from Jason's cock. I felt deliciously evil tasting my stepson's cum while my husband was so close. Above us my husband was probably half-dressed when I finished sucking Jason's cock clean and pulled my mouth away. I didn't swallow as I wiped spit from my face and tits before tying my robe shut. Jason zipped up and sat at the table. We didn't talk. With the instincts of a teenager used to keeping secrets from parents, Jason knew that his dad would hear us talking before we would hear him walking on the carpet. I didn't talk because my mouth was full of cum. I started the coffee and started frying eggs and buttering toast as quickly as I could. I swallowed as little as I could. When Hamilton came downstairs a few minutes later, it gave me a silent thrill to kiss my husband with some of his son's cum still in my mouth.
Jason left to catch the bus. Hamilton left soon after. I cleared the table and was sitting with my second cup of coffee when I heard the sliding door to the patio open. Jason was dropping his bookbag and pulling me up from my chair a second later.
"I waited until Dad drove past the bus stop. I told the other students I wasn't feeling good," Jason told me. "There's no way I can sit in class. Not when all I can think about is you!"
I didn't argue. I didn't drop to my knees to suck his cock. I'd sucked his cock three times. I'd swallowed enough cum. It was time I got what I wanted! I pushed Jason to sit in the chair he'd pulled me from. I straddled his lap. I enjoyed long kisses while hands opened my robe to expose my tits. I enjoyed the mouth and hands playing over my body while Jason took his time admiring my tits as he removed my robe.
I opened my legs wider to lower myself more onto Jason's lap. I began to slowly rub my pussy against the hardness in his jeans. It felt so good, but I wasn't in a hurry for more. We had long hours ahead of us instead of stolen minutes.