Mother Dearest

[Reignfyre]

My stepmother, Laura, is the greatest and I really mean that. Of course, she can never really replace my mother, but she's a good friend nonetheless. Then again, she has always been a good friend. She is 26 years old, only four years older than I am. I remember starting high school and she was the single most popular girl in school. I, on the otherhand, was a nerdy dork of a freshman that got teased somewhat often. She never did, in fact she was my senior buddy. She took me to various school events like football and basketball games. She even honored me by being my first date to my first ever dance: the Winter Formal. Yes, I know it seems a bit unrealistic, but she became my best friend and she took quite a liking to me.

Four years have passed since then and I am happy to say that I have outgrown my nerdy stage of life. I'm 6'0" and weigh 185 pounds. I'm pretty muscular with broad shoulders and a six-pack. I also have short brown hair and blue eyes, which the girls just love. It's amazing what a few years and some working out will do for a guy.

After I had graduated high school, my father, who had been single, yet dating, for six long years told me that he was getting married again. I had no idea who it might be since my father and I had an agreement: "You don't ask about my dates and I don't ask about yours."

"Chris," he said, "I know this may shock you, but your friend Laura and I have gotten pretty close. In fact, I've asked her to marry me and she accepted."

Now, I went through some mixed feelings. Laura had been my best friend, not to mention the first female I was ever attracted to. Then again, for my dad to land such a gorgeous woman such as Laura at his age, is very impressive. To hell with that, I was jealous, but we talked it through and I eventually relented as any good son would.

After the wedding, Laura and I picked up right where we began: as best friends. Unfortunately, at the end of a fun-filled summer, I was off to college not to see her for months at a time.

A year has gone by and my father passed away a few months ago in a plane crash. This event devestated Laura and me. As I sit on the train back home, I refuse to fly, I can only think one thing: I would be returning home soon and Laura and me would have some catching up to do. I know it might sound morbid, but I think I shall comfort Laura in my own way. I will comfort her they I have wanted to for over five years.

The train arrives at the station and I see her waiting for me. She smiles as I get off the train. I still think she's the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes upon. She seems extremely happy to see me and I know that I'm happy to see her...

 

[Virginmouth]

OOC: I am wearing miniskirt and a tight top, no bra apparent.

"Hi, Chris," I say smiling, "good to see you again.."

I stare at him for a second and see his now much improved body. "Well we better get heading home," I say taking his hand leading him to the car, "so how are you today?" I say getting in the car.

 

[Reignfyre]

"Well, MOM-" I say before you playfully hit me. You never liked me calling you Mom; it makes you feel uncomfortable. We're such close friends, that I never really felt comfortable at the thought of seriously calling you Mom, either.

I glance down your body before I answer. Your clothing hardly leaves anything left to the imagination. Not that I mind or anything. I have always said, "As long as you got it, I don't mind you showing it." Of course, I don't mind seeing it, either. Your shirt skirt shows me your lovely legs which have been superb ever since I met you back in high school; they were the best in all of the school. Being a breast man, however, I unknowingly glance a little longer at your tits being almost crushed together by your tight top. If I had to use only one word to describe them, it would be amazing. No, you may not be a huge as those silicone Barbie dolls in the nudie magazines, but your D...perhaps even DD by the way they look in that shirt...have always been my favorite ever since we danced close at the Winter Formal and I subconsciously placed my head against them. Boy, I never did hear the end of that...


I snap back to reality, knowing full well that I had just been staring your breasts. I stumble a bit, but I manage to say, "I'm good. I sleep on the way here, so I'm ready for anything tonight. Look out hometown, I've returned!" I say a little louder, almost kid-like, which draws a laugh from you. Of course, I really did mean it when I said ANYTHING...

 

[Virginmouth]

I put on my sunglasses as we get into the car. I see your gazing at my tits and I lean across you to grab something, letting you see down my shirt. "I'm glad you're good... and I see your old MOM can still get a rise out of you..." I say staring at the growing bulge in your pants.

I smile and start driving; I see you are a little embarassed so I lean over and kiss you on the cheek, "no worries, Chris, I know men have needs..."

I see it didn't help as much as I thought it would. So, with my cunt slowly dripping already I reach my hand from the steering wheel to your crotch. I wrap my fingers around the bulge in your pants and rub lightly. You moan and stare at me awkwardly; but I stare at the road and pretend not to notice you. Slowly I slip my hand inside of your pants; wrapping my hand around the shaft.

I jerk it off several times and then pull away to unbotton you pants. Your cock plops out; straight up in the air and I begin storking it madly. My hand pulling and pushing back down as hard as I possibly can. You begin to moan and as a minute passes I can feel you cock spasming. We stop at a stoplight and I lean over and take your cock in my mouth. Pumping up and down the shaft several times; licking the head while inside my mouth. My heavy lipstick leaving streaks of red up and down your erection. Soon you explode in my mouth, saying only "mom."

I slowly pull away from your cock, still sucking down the cum. My hand stays on your crotch; jacking you off softly. I lick the cum from my lips and we continue on; pulling into our driveway. I lean down, kiss the head of your cock, pull your underwear back over it, zip up your pants, and get out of the car, entering the house only saying "welcome home, Chris..."

 

[Reignfyre]

I sit in the car in a toal daze...and perhaps with a stupid grin on my face. I don't notice nor do I realy care. My fantasy woman just gave my the best blow job I've had in years and what's more is that she wanted me to cum in that sweet, warm mouth of her's. I can honestly say that I've never been happier to be at home.

I walk into the house, still thinking of the feeling of my cock in your wet mouth, not knowing what to expect next. Now, I've had my share of sexual encounters and most would consider me a great lover, but somehow you turned me back into that timid 14 year old. It seems as if that was your plan all along as you say, "Welcome home, Chris," once more as I enter the house almost as if I'm scared.

"This is what you've always wanted," I tell myself. This must be one of those times when you get what you always wanted, but you have no idea how to react, let alone what to do. That doesn't seem to matter, however, looks like you have sme ideas of your own...