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Carmen was in the den, sitting on the couch with a knee tucked
under her chin and her foot propped on the coffee table,
applying polish to her toenails. She was wearing a short-waisted,
loosely knitted cover-up jacket that revealed dots and
dashes of a tiny, neon-orange bikini top. Except for the
presence of a thin thong waistband, a profile view of her
bare, toned thigh and rounded, firm buttock would give
the impression she was nude from the waist down. While she
concentrated on her work, a rush of wind swept up the canyon
and infiltrated the privacy screen of dense evergreens
surrounding the patio just outside the den. She heard,
faintly, the turn of a key in the front door, and then, as
the door opened, a gust of wind ruffled the curtains by the
open patio doors and swept across the room. The air in the
den turned cooler and smelled faintly of rain.

“Is that you, Bill?” she called out without looking up.


“Naw, Carmen, it’s just me, ” her stepson Jeremy answered
from the front of the house.

She glanced toward the young man coming through the kitchen.
He paused at the counter separating the kitchen from the
den to empty his lunch box and rinse his thermos.

“Oh, hi, Jere, you’re home early, ” she said softly with
a throaty purr. “I heard the front door and thought it might
be your father.”

“Damn!” the boy exclaimed, smacking his forehead with
the heel of his hand. “He called this morning while you were
in the shower. Said he had to go up to Sacramento and wouldn’t
be home tonight. Then, Bruiser showed up and started honking
the horn and I had to go. I guess I forgot to leave you a note.”

“Sacramento? Again?” she questioned with a hint of a scowl.


“That’s what he said.”

“Did he tell you how long?”

“He wasn’t sure; couple of days probably, three tops.”

“Did he say where he was last night?” She forced herself
to sound casual. It had taken most of the preceding three
years to establish enough report with the boy to move him
beyond referring to her as “Miss Carmen, ” and she didn’t
want to jeopardize the growing thaw by putting the boy in
the middle of a possible ruckus with his father.

“Naw, he didn’t say, ” Jeremy shrugged as he entered the
den. He was wearing his work “uniform, ” a white tank-top
with “Bruiser’s Lawn and Pool Service” stenciled in red
diagonally across the front, a pair of frayed khaki cargo
shorts and hiking boots. Hours of mowing grass in the California
sun had bronzed his skin almost black and lightened his
already blonde hair to nearly white. She studied him surreptitiously,
out of the corner of her eye, musing on the fact that the past
year’s hard work had certainly gotten rid of that flabby
softness and schoolboy pallor he’d had in high school.
“Working probably, ” he continued, “he used to do that
a lot before…” His voice trailed off as he shot a guilty look
toward his stepmother.

“Before I came along?” Carmen smiled wryly, finishing
his sentence for him.

“I, I, I, didn’t mean it like that, ” the boy stammered,
turning slightly red.

“It’s okay, Jere. I understand, ” she said soothingly.
“Your dad works really hard so you and I can have nice things.
It just gets lonely sometimes with him gone so much.”

“He’s home more now that he used to be, ” the boy replied

“Speaking of ‘home, ’ how come you’re home so early?” she

“It’s raining down the valley, so Bruiser said we’d knock
off for the afternoon and start early in the morning.”

“Rain?” she groaned. “It isn’t supposed to rain. I was planning
to lay out this afternoon.” She tugged at the lapel of her
cover-up to expose a glimpse of her bikini top as though
to prove her intention.

“Go on out; you still got time. It’ll take the rain a couple
of hours at least to get up here.”

He settled into his absent father’s favorite recliner,
opening a can of beer that he had retrieved from the fridge
on his way through the kitchen. Keeping beer in the house
for a teenaged boy was one of several points on which she
and Bill differed she had discovered in three years of marriage.
Why not, she argued on the boy’s behalf, he’s old enough
to buy it himself and since he’s working full time and then
some, the only thing not allowing him an occasional beer
or two would accomplish would be to force him to get it someplace
else with all the risks that involves. In the end, she prevailed,
but Bill’s agreement was half-hearted at best, so Jeremy
reserved most of his beer consumption to the times when
his father wasn’t at home.

“Can’t just yet, ” she replied reloading her brush. “I
still have three toes to go.”

“You care if I turn on the television?”

“Be my guest, just don’t make me watch any more ‘Ahhhnold.’
I’ve had all the exposure to him I can take. Honestly, I think
your father’s in love with the guy. That’s probably why
he had to run off to Sacramento all of a sudden.”

“Don’t worry, I can’t stand any more of any of them, either;
I just wanna catch a few MTV videos.”

“Anything but Ahhhhnold.”

“Right, ” he muttered, punching the channel number into
the remote. “You know what Bruiser says about all that,
don’tcha?” he continued while the TV warmed.

“What?” she answered skeptically, already beginning
to feel slightly like the butt of a knock-knock joke. Political
activism, she suspected was not high on the list of Bruiser
Yardley’s priorities.

“He says, the state’s so fucked up now that Larry Flint’s
the only one with enough of the right kind of experience
to fix it.” He finished the sentence with a sip of beer, studying
her over the rim of the can to see if his casual use of the “F”
word would fluster her. It was a game he played from time
to time, testing her equanimity with something outrageous
or inappropriate.

Carmen didn’t so much as twitch a muscle but continued to
apply polish with meticulous brush strokes. “Interesting
political commentary, ” she answered without looking
up, “but I doubt that Bruiser’s astute enough to figure
that out all by himself; he must have had help.”

Disappointed by his failure to elicit any protest, Jeremy
turned his attention to the television and the video that
was just beginning. He recognized it, of course, from the
introduction credits and squirmed a little in anticipation.
The music started and the boy was instantly transported
into his own fantasy.

“Who’s that?” Carmen questioned a few scenes into the video.

“Fountains of Wayne, ” the distracted response.

“Not the group, silly; the woman?”

“Stacey’s mom.”

“What’s her name; she’s an actress or something, isn’t

“Yeah, Rachel Hunter, she’s a model, ” Jeremy answered
without turning his attention from the screen.

“Right, I knew she looked familiar, ” Carmen muttered
while wiggling her freshly painted toes to dry the polish.


The video progressed and the unfamiliar words began to
jell in Carmen’s mind. Just about the point where Rachel’s
character morphs into an exotic dancer doing a pole dance,
she blurted out, “What’s this thing all about, Jere?”

“Stacey’s boyfriend’s got a thing for her mom, ” he replied
distantly, as though somewhat mesmerized himself by Rachel’s
abundant cleavage.

“I see, ” she said with a note of disapproval in her voice
that Jeremy ignored.

The video wound down at about the time her toes dried. She
glanced inquisitively toward Jeremy, who was draining
the last drops of beer from his can and doing his best not
to look in her direction.

“I imagine you run into lots of moms who look like that when
you’re cleaning pools and mowing.”

“Not as many as you’d think, ” he answered noncommittally.

“Really?” she said, arching an eyebrow skeptically. “I
thought all of the mom’s at your graduation looked like
models.” That was no exaggeration she recalled ruefully.
She had dressed conservatively, thinking the occasion
and her new husband’s maturity required it, and was stunned
by the sea of d├ęcolletage and bare thighs exposed by micro-miniskirts
that awaited them in the high school gym. She told Bill that
in Cincinnati, women who dressed like that in public would
be arrested for prostitution, but he just laughed and said
that the mid-west was behind the times. She took that to
heart and, to please him, the next day went out and bought
the very thong she was wearing at the moment. That had been
a miscalculation. It didn’t take her long to realize that
in some departments her husband was further behind than
everybody, and that knowing the right wine, wearing outrageously
expensive clothes or having a taste for truffles was not
evidence of a well-rounded sophistication. As soon as
the bloom of initial excitement faded from the marriage,
he informed her that the mouth was not an organ for sexual
gratification, and, as for the vast majority of the various
other body parts and orifices, no one in their right mind
would kiss, lick or even touch one of them. Her therapist
said he sounded like a sexually repressed adolescent,
and, since Bill had vehemently denied he had a “problem, ”
improvement wasn’t in the prognosis.

“None of them look as good as you, ” he replied, looking
down and crushing his empty can in his fist.

“Why, Jeremy Bolds, that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s
said to me in years, ” she gushed.

“It’s the truth, ” the boy mumbled while twisting the crushed
beer can with both hands like he was wringing a chicken’s
neck. The compliment had sort of slipped out unintentionally,
and, like many spontaneous utterances, it told more of
the speaker than of the subject. He blushed under his tan
at the idea that she could now somehow feel the weight of
his eyes on her.

“Does that mean you look at me like Stacey’s boyfriend was
looking at her mom?” she cooed innocently, and, while he
fumbled for a response, she leaned toward him, her full,
rounded breasts dangling, capped with tiny swatches of
bright orange clinging precariously to her nipples, and
she extracted the twisted can from his grip.

“Ah, uh, no, ah, I guess, uh, I don’t know…” he stammered,
blinking at the barely contained cleavage swaying enticingly
an arm’s length away. Then, abruptly, she rose, turned
and walked into the kitchen. He distantly heard the clink
as the empty went into the trash compactor, but his mind
was elsewhere, lost in a welter of confused thoughts.

Suddenly, she was back, materializing in front of him with
a fresh, cold beer in her hand and her cover-up pulled modestly
across her chest. She handed him the beer and leaned to kiss
him on the cheek saying, “Here, you sweet boy, cool off with
this. I’m going to the pool; come on out and join me if you

He watched her walking away, moving with almost effortless,
fluid grace through the open patio door like the dancer
she once had been. Her sensuous curves were momentarily
silhouetted against the bright October sky, and the boy
stifled a gasp as the sunlight revealed her firmly rounded,
nearly naked buttocks that swallowed the slender thread
of her thong between toned cheeks and then flowed seamlessly
into long, tantalizingly tapered legs. He stared as she
unbuttoned her cover-up and shrugged it off her shoulders,
letting it drop to the ground. She stretched, lifting her
face to the sun and letting its heat flow over her skin like
warm honey. She bounced on her toes and thrust her hands
into the sky like a runner warming up, and her breasts rose,
straining at the restraining cups, and, beneath them,
her belly, a flat, smooth, sculpted plain, ran on and on,
league upon rippling league, before reaching the tiny
triangle of cloth covering the secrets she kept hidden
between her legs. He gulped his beer and tugged his shorts
to make room for expansion, but, when he looked again, she
was lying on a chaise hidden from view behind a large redwood

Carmen was exhilarated. She felt young, fresh and alive
for the first time in ages. Jeremy’s compliment, intentionally
or not, had buoyed her spirit and her step, and she found
herself feeling desirable again. The sun warmed her; the
tiny patches of neon cloth covering her nipples and crotch
soaking up rays like solar collectors and making the flesh
beneath feel hot and tingly. Her hands, palms down, skittered
across the taut slope of her tummy; fingertips grazed the
edge of the nylon patch, and she toyed momentarily with
the notion of touching herself there. She shielded her
eyes with the crook of her arm and lay with her fingertips
scant inches from her throbbing clitoris and daydreamed
about nubile young boys with their insatiable hunger for
female flesh and pent-up yearnings propelling them headlong
toward the loss of innocence. She dozed and drifted in a
gilded boat on opalescent, cum-colored seas through thickets
of flesh-hued steeples, spires, and helmeted, unsheathed
swords, and when she awoke with racing pulse and the fire
of her own unquenchable desire flickering in her core,
she thought the day long gone, but the sun had barely moved
in the sky. She lay still as her senses awakened and in the
quiet, she recognized the sound of running water coming
from Jeremy’s open bathroom window. He must be in the shower,
she thought as she rolled into a sitting position and tugged
one of her patches back into position covering its assigned
nipple. She waited impatiently for the shower to end, and
busied herself by applying tanning oil to the fronts and
backs of her legs. She covered her buttocks particularly
well because there were areas of her cheeks that hadn’t
seen much sun, and, when her fingers approached the tops
of her thighs in the front, she even lifted the patch of cloth
covering her and oiled the soft, sensitive skin under the
edges of the triangle. About the time she finished and placed
the bottle of oil on the table beside the chaise, the shower
sound stopped.

“Jeremy?” she called out in a soft voice. Theirs was a modest
yard, even by suburban California standards, so Jeremy’s
bath was not far away and shouting wasn’t necessary.

“Yes, ma’am?” His voice wavered, sounding almost breathless,
and she wondered for a moment if he had finished off the six-pack
while she slept, but his face appeared in the bathroom window
across the pool and he looked sober enough, although still
wet from the shower.

“Can you come out here and help me for a sec?” She shrugged
as if to apologize for being helpless.

“Sure, lemme grab a towel and I’ll be right out.” He sounded
agreeable, if not eager.

She took a tube of lipstick from her beach bag and ran the
tip across her lips a couple of times while she waited. She
was in the process of returning the lipstick to the bag when
Jeremy emerged from the den. He had put on a pair of white
swim trunks and was carrying a towel, folded across his
arm, in front of him as he approached her. His face was deep
red and for a second she worried that he might have scalded
himself in the shower.

“Honey, ” she began apologetically, “I must be getting
fat cause the straps on this top feel like they are cutting
me in half, but for the life of me I can’t get it unfastened.
Can you help me with it?”

“I can try, I guess, ” he answered dubiously.

Nothing to it, really, ” she reassured him while turning
her back to him. “It works like any bra.”

“I’m not much good with bras.”

“How come, Jere? Girls not letting you practice?” she teased,
glancing over her shoulder as he stepped closer. He had
dropped his guard and lowered the towel when she turned
away, so in the glance she glimpsed a lengthened heaviness
in the front of his swimsuit. She smiled, speculating on
what he had been doing in the shower, and her thoughts brought
a blush to her cheeks.

“Girls don’t wear bras anymore, Carmen, or haven’t you

“Of course, you’re right. How damn yesterday can I be? I
forget, we have a whole new generation of boys who are growing
up without a clue about how to unfasten a girl’s bra.”

“What am I supposed to do here?” he asked, and she could feel
the tips of his fingers on her skin.

She hesitated, trying to suppress an involuntary shiver,
and then said, “There’s a little hook on the right that’s
hooked into a loop on the left. Just hold the loop and lift
the hook out.”

She felt his knuckles on her spine as his fingers tangled
with the closure. She could feel his warm breath on the nape
of her neck and, suddenly, her thighs broke out in a rash
of goosebumps. Her pulse quickened and she arched her back
to give him some slack in the straps.

He struggled for a moment longer, then sighed, “There,
it’s loose, ” and she immediately felt the freed straps
fall to her sides. She caught the tiny cups with her forearm
and held them against her breasts, covering herself, as
she turned around to face the boy.

“Whew, ” she gasped when they were face to face, “thanks,
Jere. That feels better already.”

In his struggles with her clasp, the towel had slipped from
his arm and was lying, forgotten, on the ground between
them. She looked down and her gaze fixed on the bulge that
was pushing the front of his suit toward her. Brazenly,
she stared at him, heedless of any possible discomfort
he might be experiencing, and the pink tip of her tongue
began a languid, suggestive sweep of her freshly reddened

The boy staggered a half-step back and sort of pushed his
hips backward in an attempt to lower the pole in the tent,
so to speak, and then he bent to pick up the towel. He shook
out the towel and began mopping his face with one end while
the other swayed back and forth in front of his bulge. She
couldn’t tell for certain if it was water from the shower
or sweat he was mopping.

“That’s okay, Carmen, ” he mumbled and started to turn.

“Wait a minute, ” she said with that soft purr of hers. “There’s
something I’ve been wondering about.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” He had the typical teenager’s disdain
for questions.

“First, let me borrow your towel for a second, would you?
I forgot to bring one and I’ve got oil all over my hands.”

He blushed beet red and handed over the towel, surrendering
the refuge of his modesty, and, as she took it from him, Carmen
batted her eyes disarmingly and asked innocently, “In
the video? You remember?


“What was the kid doing in the end when Stacey walked in on

“I don’t know.”

“I think you do.”

“I don’t, really.”

“How many times have you seen it?”

“I don’t know, five, six, ten, maybe.”

“I think you know and are just too embarrassed to tell me.”

“I’m not embarrassed.”

“Then, why won’t you tell me what the kid was doin?”

“Cause, you can’t tell for sure.”

“What’s your best guess?”

“Awww, hell, ” he sputtered.


“Foolin around, I guess.”

“What, exactly, does that mean; ‘foolin around?’”

“You know, messin with himself.”

“Do you mean ‘masturbating?’ Like, ‘jacking off?’”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“So, you think the kid was watching Stacey’s mom and jacking

“Yeah. He had the hots for her pretty bad.”

“I can understand why, can’t you; she’s a very beautiful


“I asked you earlier and you said you looked at me like that

“I don’t remember saying that.”

“It’s the truth, though, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess, sometimes.”

Carmen took a deep breath, almost as though preparing herself
for a dive into icy water, and then, almost too quietly,
she asked, “Do you masturbate when you watch me, Jeremy?”

“Oh, jeez, Carmen!” the boy gasped, and she could almost
feel the heat as crimson rushed into his face.

“Well, do you?” she asked gently with a beatific smile.
“Do you watch me out here at the pool in my bathing suit and
jack off?”

“Carmen!” he protested, unable to answer.

“Where’s the trust, Jere?” she asked. Her voice quavered
and she sounded wounded. “I thought we were going to trust
each other.”

“Dad would kill me, Carmen.”

“He’s in Sacramento, remember? On his business. This is
our business; just between you and me.”

“You’re not going to tell him?”

“Of course not, Jere. Why would I tell him?”
“Cause, he’s your husband, and I’m just a kid.”

“Well, ” she laughed softly as she let her eyes drop to his
bulging crotch, “you aren’t much of a kid any more. And,
besides, ” she continued, closing the space between them
with a half-step and raising her hands to cradle his face
in her palms, “I love you, Jeremy Bolds, and I would never,
never, never do anything that would hurt you.”

“Car…” the boy gasped, choking on her name, overcome by
her sweetness and the fact that her bikini top was dangling
uselessly from her arms and her gorgeous, bare breasts
were almost grazing his chest.

“You trust me, don’t you?” she whispered, holding his face
in her hands and looking deeply into his blinking, astonished

“Yes, yes, oh God, yes.”

“Then tell me the truth, ” she insisted, tightening her
grip for effect.

“I do, I do, ” he blurted, shutting his eyes in shame.

“Do what?” she prodded.

“Jack off. I watch you and jack off.”

“Is that what you were doing just now? In your bathroom with
the water running?”


“Did you finish?”

“No, you called me; I didn’t have time.”

“Does my body excite you, Jeremy?” she asked pointedly
while letting her top slip off her arms. Her breasts, nude,
beautifully sculpted globes, pointed their puckered,
ruby nipples at his chest.

She took a small step closer; their toes were nearly touching.

“Oh, God, yes, ” he moaned almost painfully.

“Are you still excited, Jeremy?” It was a husky whisper
and her eyes lit with unconcealed desire as she spoke the
words. The answer, of course, was blatantly pointing at
her just a scant few inches from her nearly bare crotch.

“Carmen! Don’t, please, ” he gasped with a shriek. “My
dad’s going to kill us both.”

“You trust me, remember? He’s in Sacramento and this is
just between you and me.”

“Carmen?” he wailed in disbelief, unable to respond.

“You are still hard, aren’t you, Jere?” Her eyebrows lifted
expectantly as she spoke, and she thrust her hips toward
him till her nearly naked mons just barely brushed the cloth
covered tip of his erection.

“Oh God, ” the boy gurgled.

“Is your penis erect for me, Jere?” she whispered, rubbing
herself against him sensuously.

“No, no, ” he protested weakly.

“No?” She smiled with amusement. Her hand drifted from
his chin, her fingertips tracing lines of tingling fire
down his chest toward his belly. “I don’t think I believe
you, Jere.”

“Ohhhhh, ” he gurgled in ineffectual denial.

“I think your cock is hard as a rock, honey.” And, with that,
her hand found him, and her fingers brazenly fondled him
through the thin fabric of his trunks. She watched his face
as emotions danced across his features like images projected
onto a screen. His shoulders sagged, his mouth dropped
open in a gape of astonishment, and his eyes bulged as he
blinked and gulped.

“See, I was right, baby, ” she cooed happily. Her fingers
encircled him, squeezing, measuring, and then began a
slow, rhythmic movement.

The boy gurgled, his words of protest dying in his throat
in a tangle of discordant vowels and consonants. His arms
dangled by his sides; his hands flapped uselessly. His
eyes, drawn to the searing sensation of her touch, stared
as the image of her tiny fingers stroking the bulge in his
trunks burned into his brain. His prick was rigid as a piece
of rolled steel, and he could feel the hot thrush of embarrassed
desire spreading from his loins up his trunk to his face.

“Do you like my breasts, ” she purred while moving her hand
expertly on his prick. Her bare breasts swayed enticingly
with the movement of her hand, and her darkened, congested
nipples, described little arcs in the thin space between
their bodies.

His eyes flitted to her breasts, then to her face, his eyelids
fluttering as she lifted his hand and placed it on her breast.
He felt the firm texture of her bosom under his fingertips
and the dense, rubbery tissue of her nipple pressing against
his palm and urgency of his excitement made him dizzy.

“Rub them, Jere, ” she said, guiding him past his innocence.
“My nipples are so sensitive.” She squeezed his prick with
her fingers to encourage him.

The boy complied, rolling her nipple like an oversized
raisin between thumb and forefinger. She closed her eyes
and tilted her head as though overcome by rapture, and then
she whispered, “Do both of them like that. Use both hands.”

Jeremy complied and was shocked at the intensity of her
response. Little guttural grunting sounds came from her
throat, and her body began to undulate with a rhythm that
matched the silent cadence of his massage. He tugged her
nipples, stretching her flesh, and she arched her back
offering herself to his fingers.

“Hmmmm, ” she hissed as he tugged her nipples, elongating
her pulsating, exquisitely sensitive flesh like pulled
taffy, “you do that good, ” and to prove her approval, she
stroked him faster.

“Do you like having your cock rubbed, baby?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

“Do my fingers feel good?”

“Oh, Carmen.”

“They called me the ‘Beat-off Queen’ in high school, baby;
do you know why?”

It was a whispered confidence, uttered as her hand snaked
up the loose leg of his trunks to fondle him through the mesh


“Cause, I could jack the boys off better than any of the other
girls. All the boys tried to get me to go out with them cause
I knew how to make them feel good.”

“Carmen!” he gasped as the heat of her palm scorched him
through the netting.

“I think you want me to make you feel good, don’t you?” she
teased, sliding her hand up his length to cover the swollen
head of his prick.

“Oh, Carmen, ” he gushed as the air rushed from his lungs.

“Do you want your step-mother to make your cock feel good,

Step-mother, oh, God, he winced, but the very illicitness
the term suggested honed his passion like a razor on a strop.
“Oh, yes, ” the boy yelped. The reply came bubbling up from
his subconscious so quickly that he didn’t realize he had
spoken until she released him and withdrew her hand from
his trunks.

“Okay, then, ” she panted excitedly. “Take off your suit.”

“Carmen?” he blinked uncertainly. His fingers fumbled
with the drawstring to loosen the knot.

“Let me help you, ” she said eagerly, and, dropping to one
knee, she began tugging his suit down.

The trunks grudgingly yielded their grip on the boy’s damp
skin. She struggled, working them down little by little,
slowly exposing the boy’s stark white belly and then the
surprisingly sparse dusting of pubic hair just above his
penis. The waistband snagged his prick, bending it down.
She tugged hungrily, and the trunks slipped down his thighs,
revealing his thick, richly-veined shaft. The length
of him surprised and thrilled her, and she impatiently
snatched the trunks to his ankles to expose him entirely.
His prick sprang up when the waistband slipped past, and,
as she leaned toward him to push his trunks to the ground,
his dick brushed her cheek. She caught him with her hand
and pressed him to her face for a moment, and then turned
and pressed her lips against him to savor the sensation
of his virgin prick-flesh on her eager lips. She could feel
his pulse, the trip-hammer beat of his heart, on her lips,
and, welling up from the fiery pit of her passion, an almost
unbearable urge to take him in her mouth and suck him to completion
then and there. She mastered that urge because she had other

She struggled to her feet and faced him. Inches separated
them. Her face glowed, lit from within by frustrated passion.
A smeared droplet of precum stained her cheek. She was breathing
with short, quick gulps, and her breasts, reddened by the
boy’s eager massage, heaved. She grasped his hands in hers
and placed them on her hips.

“Take my thong off, ” she instructed the awestruck boy.

Obediently, he knelt, oblivious to the sharp aggregate
punishing his knees. He barely pulled the string and her
thong fell away, exposing her beauty and the neatly trimmed,
luxuriant thicket of hair at her crotch.

“Stay there, ” she told him when he started to rise, and,
restraining him by putting her hands on his shoulders,
she spread her legs.

“Have you ever seen a woman’s pussy, Jeremy?” she asked

He shook his head in partially untruthful denial, because
he had seen plenty in magazines and in Bruiser’s X-rated
videos, but, of course, never one in the flesh.

“Look at my pussy, Jeremy. Do you like it?”

“Oh God, yes. You’re beautiful, ” he whispered in heartfelt
adoration. He stared at her, lips full, thick, slightly
separated, revealing glimpses of bright pink flesh behind
her fleshy folds.

“Do you know how to tell if a woman is excited and ready to
fuck, Jeremy?”

The boy shivered in his ignorance and rocked back and forth
on his knees.

“Her pussy gets real wet and slippery, and she swells up

The boy’s eyes were riveted to her slit hoping to catch a
glimpse of the phenomenon she had described.

“Playing with your cock made my pussy sooooo wet.”

The boy rocked closer trying to confirm her report.

“You can’t see it, you sweetheart, you can only feel it.
Touch my pussy. Put your fingers inside and feel me. I want
you to see how wet I am for you.”

He lifted his hand, stroking her inner thigh along the way,
and his fingertips tentatively brushed her lips. She sighed
and opened her legs for him. She shut her eyes and felt his
inquisitive, inexperienced fingers sliding along her
slit seeking an entrance.

“Yessss, ” she gasped, when his fingers managed to separate
her lips and slipped inside. “Feel the wet, baby, ” she
purred as his fingers slithered along the length of her

The boy groped her, and his untutored fumbling was the spark
that ignited the raging conflagration of her lust.

“Here, let me show you, ” she puffed, when her vaginal opening
proved too elusive for him to find.

Her hand covered his between her legs, and her fingers guided
him through the veil of her slippery lips to her opening.
With his fingers poised to enter her, she hesitated at the
brink of the precipice, leaning out with the wind in her
face like Kate Winslet on the bow of the Titanic, savoring
the anticipation, but almost instantly her patience yielded
to passion, and she thrust his finger deep into her pussy.

He gasped in bewildered astonishment as his finger slid
easily into her depths, and he felt the tight grip of her
slippery flesh engulf him. She pushed him out and tugged
him back, instructing him in the motions that pleasured
her, and, gradually, she turned him loose to stroke her
on his own.

“Yes, yes, that’s it, ” she burbled eagerly as the boy’s
fingers sawed in and out of her throbbing vagina. The hot
cauldron in her belly boiled and brewed an endless flood
of lanolin oil that drenched her pussy, and she knew she
was wet, wetter than she had ever been. She overflowed and
her slippery effluent dripped from her lips, matting her
pussy hair and coating the soft skin of her thighs.

“Oh, God, oh, God, you’re finger-fucking me so good, baby, ”
she murmured allowing herself another moment of selfish
indulgence to enjoy the sensations of the boy’s fingers
probing her body.

Then, she gently extracted his finger and pulled him to
his feet. Before he could protest, she pushed him toward
the chaise and told him to lie on his back. He obeyed, lying
down with his hands clutching the sides of the chaise and
his cock flopped on his belly. She stood beside the chaise
and let his lust-crazed eyes explore her nudity, while
she squirted oil into her cupped hand. She dropped to her
knees and raised his prick. She drizzled the warmed oil
onto the boy’s cock, watching it run from the head down the
shaft, leaving glistening trails of lubricant weaving
among the bulging veins. Her oily palm caressed his shaft,
then her fingers coiled around him and greased him. She
palmed his glans and teased his cum hole with a fingertip.
He moaned and lifted his hips, thrusting his cock toward
the enticement of her oily caresses, and, while his hips
hovered above the chaise, she slipped her hand between
his legs to oil his balls. She stroked lower and found the
crease between his ass cheeks. She wormed her slippery
finger into the crevice. The boy groaned and questioned
her with a look of dismay when she pushed her finger into
the tight ring of his anus. He jerked his hips to evade the
penetrating finger and resisted her by clenching his butt
cheeks tightly together. She stroked his cock, jacking
him off with her circling fingers slipping lightly up and
down the well-oiled shaft, and he relaxed some. She leaned
toward his prick and licked the tip, and heard the boy’s
gasp of delight as her finger slid deeply into his rectum.
She fingerfucked his asshole while licking his cock and
jacking him off until his squirmy moans signaled it was
time for her to stop.

She stood, and, kneeling on the chaise beside him, straddled
the boy. She settled on him, wiggling her hips till her pussy
caught his rigid dick and pressed it between their bodies.
She leaned forward, putting her hands on his shoulders,
letting her breasts dangle in front of his face.

“Play with my breasts, ” she cooed, lifting her hips some
and slipping her hand between their bodies to grasp his

He reached for her, hands closing on her swaying globes,
as she guided the head of his prick into her wet slit. She
rubbed herself with his prick, stroking her swollen clit
with the exquisite softness of his glans and thrilled to
the little spurts of precum her caresses produced.

“Suck them, ” she said with a note of pleading in her voice.
Her hand twitched frantically, strumming the taut stalk
of her clit with his cock.

The boy complied, sucking her nipples into the hot cavern
of his mouth, nursing her breasts like a hungry child, and
she could feel the walls of her vagina contracting with
each suck. He suckled and grunted, but, just as she lifted
herself to position his prick to enter her, he stopped.

“Oh, Carmen?” he gulped, and she detected a wistfulness
in his voice.

“Yes, baby?” she responded, pausing; his cock was poised
at her opening.

“Carmen, I, ah, ah, ” he stammered, blushing.

Fear, she surmised, and her heart melted with compassion
for his innocence. “Don’t be afraid, Jere, I’ll show you, ”
she whispered reassuringly with all the love any mother
could feel.

“It’s not that, ” he protested, and it seemed as though
the beat of his pulse in his prick quickened.

“What is it, then, baby?” Her hand held him as she settled
onto his prick, letting the head slip between her fleshy
pussy lips.

“Can I put it between your cheeks? Just for a minute. Just
to see what it feels like.”

The boy had either summoned extraordinary courage or been
overcome by uncontrollable desire to utter such an outrageous
request, but the thought of cheeks, her cheeks, clenching
his cock had consumed his every waking thought for months
and he couldn’t resist that compulsion. It had begun in
the spring on a day he should have been in school. Instead,
he had played hookey and was lying on his bed in his boxers
reading Hustler magazines when he heard her come home.
He had hidden beside his bed while she walked to her bedroom
at the end of the hallway they shared, and then he heard running
water filling the tub in her bath. He lay in the crevice between
his bed and the wall for the longest, giving her time to bathe,
and, when he thought the coast was clear, he crept out and
snuck down the hall toward her room. Her door was ajar and
he could feel the hair on the back of his neck rising in anticipation
at the prospect of catching a glimpse of her in her underwear
or maybe naked. He had gotten lucky once or twice in the past,
getting to see her naked, but it had scared him shitless
to do it. This time, the door was cracked open and loomed
at the end of the hall like the opening to a giant womb, and
he approached on tiptoe, irresistibly drawn, with his
heart in his throat. At first, because the room was dark,
he didn’t see her and thought she was still in the bathroom,
but when his eyes adjusted, he gasped and nearly fell against
the door. Her image was reflected toward him by mirrors
on the ceiling and the wall. His gorgeous step-mother was
lying naked on the king-sized bed with her legs spread wide
open. Her eyes were closed, and her pink tongue was running
restlessly over her lips. She was twisting a nipple with
one hand. Her pussy hair was wet and matted, her lips puffy,
swollen looking, pouting and open, revealing a slash of
wet crimson. Dim light glinted off her moist inner thighs.
He groaned and thrust his hand into his underpants, and
locked his fingers onto his prick. He began to jack off,
staring at her gaping pussy, until he noticed the movement
of her hand reaching for something. Her hand came into view
holding a large, life-like rubber cock above her face.
He stopped breathing for a minute and slumped against the
door jam in a state of near collapse, when she took the dildo
into her mouth and down her throat. Then, while he frantically
stroked his meat, she put the head of that cock between her
asscheeks and squirmed it around till the head was pressing
against her asshole. His eyes were popping out of his head;
he couldn’t think or breathe. All he could do was jack off
and watch her slowly push that enormous, fat prick up her
ass. As soon as she had shoved it all the way in, so that there
was barely enough left outside her butthole to hold on to,
she pulled it all the way out and then shoved it back. He could
hear her gasping and moaning like it was the most wonderful
thing she had ever done, and it amazed him to see that, when
she pulled the thing out, her asshole stayed open, a huge
hole like a gaping mouth with no lips. He jacked off faster,
feeling the cum building up in his dick, and she speeded
up too matching him stroke for stroke. Her hand was a blur,
sliding that fat cock in and out of her ass almost faster
than his eyes could follow, and she started huffing and
puffing, like the little engine that could, with quick
little gasps. She slipped a hand down her belly and onto
her pussy. Her fingers spread her lips and held them open
while she rubbed her clit. He was there, his climax hanging
by a thread, the familiar tingling rush electrifying his
kneecaps, when he heard her loudly chanting, “Yes, yes,
fuck my ass, oh, God, yes, fuck my ass deep.” With that, his
cum burst from the end of his prick in a flood. Streams of
thick, white cum shot across the carpet and spattered the
bedroom door he was crouching behind. His hand jerked faster
and his dick became a cum fountain, squirting his juice
like he never imagined possible, and distantly, through
the haze of his orgasm, he heard her groan, “Oh, God, I’m
cumming.” He stuffed his cock into his shorts and slunk
down the hall to his room, too frightened of discovery to
clean up the mess he had made. That night, at supper, he nearly
had a heart attack when she turned to his dad and said, “Honey,
there are some stains on the carpet outside our bedroom.
I don’t know how they got there, but I think we better call
somebody to come up and shampoo the carpet.” She had looked
at him kinda funny at the time with just the hint of a smile
at the corners of her mouth, but if she suspected anything,
she never let on. As for Jere, he carried those images like
a stain on his brain and whenever he got an erection, there
was nothing he could do to keep his mind from returning to
that afternoon when he watched his step-mom fuck herself
in the ass with that big rubber cock.

“Oh, Jere, ” she gulped, and he felt a shiver of excitement
shake her breasts. Her hand was positioning him as she spoke.
“You want to put your prick between my ass cheeks?”

“Carmen, ” he nodded, feeling his prick already nuzzling
into the deep cleavage of his step-mother’s ass, guided
unerringly by her eager, but steady, hand.
“Ooooh, baby, your cock feels good back there.” She was
moving his dick about in her crack, swabbing her puckered
ring with the oily head.

The boy was going wild under her expert manipulation. The
cum-weeping eye of his dick was rubbing the tiny ridges
and valleys of her anus, and the reality of the sensation
transcended the anything his imagination had produced.

“You want to put your cock in my ass and fuck me, don’t you,
baby?” No woman’s intuition at work here; the boy’s hips
were floating above the chaise, lifting her body into the
air, his prick poised like a sword, ready to sheath itself
to the hilt in her rectum.

“You wanna fuck your momma’s ass, ” she gasped, lowering
herself onto his stiff spike.

“Oh, Jesus, yes, ” the boy nearly screamed. His hands circled
her narrow waist, and he yanked her hips down, trying to
complete her impalement.

“Ohhhh, ” she winced. “Slow down a little. Your cock’s
too big; you gotta give a girl a chance to adjust.” She wiggled
her ass, her hand repositioning his cock, and settled on
him tentatively.

Mortified by his lack of thoughtfulness, the boy froze,
his back arched in a permanent bow with his prick and his
step-mother at the apex.

“Ugh, ” she grunted, biting her lower lip. She relaxed
her thighs, letting more of her weight come to bear on the
prick trying to enter her bowels. Her hand was thrust between
their bodies, her fingers frantically stroking his cock,
spreading oil along the length. Her finger pressed her
ass where they touched, and circling, she re-oiled the
tip of his prick.

“Oooo, baby, help me get it in, ” she wailed when her weight
alone was insufficient.

Instinctively, his hands reached for her hips and circled
her waist. He pulled her down, lifting his hips to meet force
with force and felt the ring of her anus give way. The head
of his cock plowed into his step-mother’s tight rectum,
and he looked at her face for reaction.

Her eyes popped wide; her mouth gaped. She shook her head
back and forth, tossing her curls, and her fingernails
dug into his shoulders. Her face was a lust-contorted mask
that the inexperienced boy could not read.

“Ohhhhh, ” she exhaled as he entered.

“Am I hurting you?” he fretted, loosening his grip on her
hips. A frown of indecision clouded his face.

“Oh, God, no, Jere, ” she gushed, wobbling her hips in an
effort to remain balanced. “Don’t stop, now.”

He had done his part, helping her past the initial entry,
and she resumed control. Her hips wriggled, rising and
falling in tiny jerks, and she began swallowing his cock
with her ass. She felt the head boring into her bowels and
trembled with excitement. She took the head and the narrower
slippery shoulders followed easily. Toward the base,
his cock thickened again, stretching her hole unbearably,
so she stopped her descent, hovering above him with half
his dick up her butt, and panted. Her brow furrowed as she
tried to focus her mind and concentrate on relaxing her
sphincter. The walls of her rectum collapsed around the
boy’s prick, seizing him with a thousand rippling muscles,
and he gurgled his delight in the back of his throat. She
rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, fucking herself
slowly on the obscenely protruding prick and gradually
forced her hole to widen. She took him deeper with each thrust,
and it felt like his cockhead was boring into her throat.


“Jesus Christ, you’re huge, ” she gulped triumphantly,
when finally she felt his thighs brush her cheeks and knew
the end was near.

“Oh, Carmen.” Her name burst from his lips in a gush of ecstasy.
His thumbs pressed her belly, fingers splayed on her butt

“Baby, ” she begged heatedly, “spread my cheeks with your
fingers. Open my ass up so I can get all of you in me.”

The boy could barely believe his ears, but his fingers dipped
into her crease along side the exposed stump of his prick
and pulled her cheeks apart.

“Oh, shit, yes, ” she hissed, sinking another delicious
inch onto the boy’s prick.

He spread her ass and felt her swallow him completely. His
hands, cupped, held her globes like melons as she flattened
them against his thighs. Her pussy juice slimed his belly,
where she rubbed herself on him.

“Baby, ” she sighed, as she paused to catch her breath and
to allow her body to accommodate the prick imbedded in her
over-stuffed rectum. She put her head on his shoulder,
nuzzling her lips against his ear and whispered, “Your
cock is so big and feels so good in my ass. I can’t believe
I took all of it. Touch my asshole, baby, where your dick’s
going in me.”

His pulse was a pounding roar in his head and a throbbing
ache in his cock. He felt like he was floating, joined to
this beautiful woman in a dream that defied reality, and
his fingers probed their junction. Fingertips gingerly
skirted her hole, tracing the obscenely stretched ring
that encircled his prick like a band of iron, dancing over
the little ridge of flesh marking the boundary between
ass and pussy, and he marveled at her unabashed submission.
Her tiny ring was stretched like the mouth of a Mason jar
that swallowed his cock and clung to the base.

“Jesus, ” he exclaimed, as she lifted her hips, and he felt
his cock slipping past his fingertips.

“Feel good, baby?” she purred, stopping the rise of her
hips with just the tip of his prick still inside her.

“Hell, yes.”

“Carmen’s gonna fuck you good, and make you fill up her ass
with cum.” She was pushing back as she spoke, driving his
prick deep in her ass, and her promise was nearly fulfilled
with that single stroke.

“Arrrrgh, ” he gurgled, nearly strangling. His fingers
clawed at her hole in a useless attempt to widen her opening.
At that moment, his blood and his cum were reaching the boiling
point, and he would have crawled up her ass head first if
given the chance.

“You’re about to cum, aren’t you, baby?” She was rocking
faster and wiggling her hips from side to side as she fucked
his prick with her asshole.

“Unhuh, ” he grunted. There was a dazed, far-away look
in his eyes, and his prick jerked with little spasms inside

“Cum, baby. Cum for Carmen. Let me feel your cock squirt
cum in my ass.”

“Ohhhhhhhhh, ” he wailed, clawing her cheeks in his urgency.

She lifted her hips till just the head remained in her ass
and looked between them at the bridge of pulsating flesh
connecting their bodies. Her rectal muscles kneaded his
dick head with an unimaginably erotic massage.

“Jack off for me, baby; just like Stacey’s boyfiend. Let
me see you jack off with your dick up my ass.”

The boy’s hand reached for his prick and gripped the greasy
shaft. He pumped it once and then again, and she began fucking
the head of his cock with short little strokes while he jacked

“Carmen!” he gasped, his hand smacking her ass cheeks on
the upstroke.

“Cum, baby. I want to feel you shoot.” She whispered encouragement
to the boy. He had orgasm written all over his lust-anguished
features, and she could feel the throb of impending climax
in his prick.

“Oh, Carmen, ” he shouted in a wail of ecstasy as the dam
burst, and his cum began to spurt into his step-mother’s
hot, dick-clenching rectum.

“Yes, yes, my darling, I feel it; I feel you cuming. Squirt
your love juice up my ass and fill me with it. I want it running
down my legs when you’re done.”

The boy’s cum ran in a nearly unbroken stream, like water
from an open spigot. He had never been so excited, so aroused,
so turned-on by anything, and his excitement transformed
his climax into a torrent of sperm. Instinctively, he reached
for Carmen’s breast, kneading her flesh with one hand while
jacking off with the other, and the tightly gripping walls
of her rectum were flooded with cum.

“Ooooooo, Jere, you cum sooooo good, ” Carmen purred,
lifting her ass off the boy’s prick to allow her to see the
last few, dwindling spurts arc into the empty space between
their bodies.

“Oh, Jesus, ” the boy sighed with a final shiver of ecstasy.
Cum was dribbling down his fingers, and a couple of long
stringy gobs were dangling from Carmen’s gaping asshole.
He gazed at her, almost unable to comprehend his good fortune,
with all of the adoration a boy feels for the woman who relieves
him of his virginity.

Her heart melted, and she leaned down to kiss him full on
the lips, with her mouth open and her tongue writhing. He
kissed her back, or tried to, and his awkwardness served
to underscore his innocence and made her love him all the
more. Their lips pressed together, tongues intertwining,
and he took her lead, trying to replicate her thrusts and
parries. He learned quickly and in seconds they were kissing
like long-time lovers.

Finally, she broke away, gulping for air and she gently
stroked his hair. “You liked that didn’t you?”

“Oh my God, yes, Carmen.” The lights of love blazed in his

“Jacking off and cumming with your dick up my ass felt good,
didn’t it, baby?”

“Ca, Ca, Carmen, ” he stammered in an effort to express
himself, “I never, uh, ah…”

“I know, baby. I know, ” she said in that gentle tone mothers
use to soothe their sons, and she shushed him with a finger
pressed to his lips.

She dismounted the boy and picked up his towel. Brazenly,
she stood with one foot on the chaise and mopped the cum seeping
between her legs, and then she sat beside him and began cleaning
his shrinking cock. She wrapped him in soft terrycloth,
then massaged his dick through the towel.

“Shooting your cum in my ass felt a lot better than shooting
it on the carpet outside my bedroom, I guess.” She gave him
a wicked, knowing smile and maintained the pressure of
her hand on his cock.

“Oh, Jesus, Carmen.” he gasped, appalled, jerking to a
half-sitting position. “You knew?”

“Of course, I knew, baby. I knew you were watching and jacking
off, and I knew it was your cum all over the door and the carpet.
I tried to let you know at dinner that night. I wanted you
to know it was okay, that I didn’t mind at all. I kept thinking
you would say something about it, but you never did.”

“I was afraid you would be mad; maybe tell dad.”

“You shouldn’t have worried. If you had said something,
anything, I would have come to your room after Bill went
to sleep and let you fuck my ass that night or any other night.
I would have let you do anything you want.”

“I feel like such a goddam idiot.” The boy might have felt
foolish, but his dick, having a mind of its own, was beginning
to show signs of renewed life beneath the towel.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, ” she giggled, squeezing
his resurgent cock. “It’s not easy working things like
that out, and I probably didn’t do a very good job of letting
you know how I felt about it.”

“I wish I had said something. I wanted you so bad I couldn’t
sleep for days.”

“I wanted you too, Jeremy, but, after that, there just never
seemed to be a good time to climb that wall.”

“But, you did today.”

“Yeah, I sure did, ” she grinned.

“So, is that the end of it?” An anguished look of disappointment
flickered across his face.

“Of course not, you silly boy, it’s just the beginning.
You can have me any time you want, just so long as I can have
you whenever I want.”

“Oh God, don’t tease me like that.”

“I’m not teasing; I mean it. When ever, where ever, what
ever; do you understand?”

“I, I, I think so, ” the boy responded, nodding in disbelief.

“Good, ” she said, smiling with satisfaction. “Now, I
want you to do exactly as I say. Understand? This is a test.”

“Yeah, okay, ” the boy nodded in agreement, but she had
already turned and started walking away.

“Well, come on, ” she said, looking back at him over her
shoulder and crooking a finger in his direction.

He jumped up and followed his step-mother to the far end
of the pool. Her asscheeks were reddened and streaked with
his fingerprints, and he could see gobs of his cum oozing
from her crease. He was about to ask where she was leading
him, but then, she reached the diving board and sat down
on the end with her back to the pool. She folded his towel
and dropped it on the aggregate between her legs. Then,
she leaned back with her hands behind her, holding the board
for support and spread her legs.

“Kneel between my legs, baby.”

“Sure, Carmen, ” he replied, quickly complying with her

“Good boy, ” she smiled, and she lifted her legs, putting
them on his shoulders. She lifted her hips till her pussy
was level with his face. She tugged him with her heels and
the scent of her filled him. “Kiss my pussy, ” she hissed
hungrily, and the space between his lips and hers shrank.

His hands reached up to cup her cheeks, helping her support
her weight, and he held her to his mouth like a slice of ripe
melon. This request he knew how to fulfill. Bruiser had
explained what the videos left obscure, and he was armed
to the teeth with untested knowledge. He brushed her lips
with his. Her heat from her seared his cheeks; the musky
scent of her arousal seared his nostrils. She ground her
hips, pressing her pussy lips hard against his mouth, and
the taste of her blossomed on his lips. He licked her with
his tongue, and she gasped, “Oh, God, yes, do that.” She
lowered her back to the board, freeing her hands to let her
fingers run wild in his hair. She coiled his hair around
her fingers and yanked his face into her crotch, moaning,
“Yes, lick me, lick my cunt, lover.”

He licked at her slit, and she directed him with pulls and
yanks and yelps of pleasure, and his face was coated with
the sweet oil of her essence. Her fleshy lips swelled, plumped
with passion, and he probed her fattened folds with the
tip of his tongue. Restlessly, she writhed under his touch,
her hips bouncing on the board whenever he touched a tender

“Higher, ” she wailed, tugging his ear to direct him and
plunging one hand under his face to splay open her pussy

He lapped her cunt with the flat of his tongue, licking her
trough till his tongue tripped on a fleshy protuberance
that stuck out between her fingers.

“Oh, God, yes, lick my clit, ” she squealed with a jerk of
her hips when his tongue found her rubbery stalk.

He licked her there again and felt the immediate shiver
of a response.

“Oh, Jesus, suck it, baby; suck it and make me cum.”

Eagerly, his lips closed on her clit in a tightening oval.
It felt like the tip of a tiny finger between his lips, and
he lavished her with a sweep of his tongue. She gagged and
locked her heels behind his head, pinioning his face to
her crotch. He began to gently suck, just a soft suction
of lips and tongue like an infant’s first tentative attempts
to suckle, and her back arched with sensuous pleasure.

“Oooo, oooo, oooo, ” she whimpered as he licked her core
within the warm, moist suction of his mouth.

“Oh, fuck, yes, ” she moaned deliriously. She collapsed
onto the board as the first, firey threads of orgasm ignited
in her pussy.

Jeremy sucked harder, feeling her clit lengthening, swelling,
and, intuitively, he thrust two fingers into her asshole.

“Oh, baby, where’s you learn to do that? Oh, God, never mind,
don’t tell me; I don’t want to know. Deeper, finger-fuck
my ass deeper. Oh, God, I wish it was your cock in my ass; Jesus,
I want my dildo, baby. God, your mouth sucking my clit and
your fingers fucking my ass, oh God, oh God, oh God, ” she
babbled almost incoherently as the boy’s tongue licked
reason from her mind.

Convulsions racked her body, shaking her from head to toe,
and her pussy, pressed tight against his face, seemed to
vibrate as he sucked her. Her juices poured from her pussy
and joined the cum draining from her ass as he finger-fucked
her butt.

“Baby, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, ” she sobbed and she fell
back open, violate and exposed while the boy brought her
beyond the sharp ridge of her passion to tranquility.

She lay on her back, breasts and belly heaving, and tried
to catch her breath and for a moment Jeremy thought he might
have done her harm, but, then she rose, propping herself
on her elbows and looked at his dripping face in amazement.

“Now, aren’t you a pleasant surprise for your step-mother, ”
she smiled smugly, smearing her pussy juice around his
mouth with the tip of her finger while licking her own lips.

“Did I pass the test, then?”

“You got an “A” on that part, baby, but the test ain’t over
by a long shot.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I want more of this, ” she said with her voice thick with
lust while reaching for his new erection with both hands.
Then, she stood, pulling him to his feet by the cock and when
he was standing she kissed him, saying, “Come on, Jere,
hurry, we’ve only got three days till your dad comes home
and there’s about a million more questions on that test
for ya to answer.”

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