More than Step-mom

If it had not been for Candy.
If it had not been for the erotic nature within her mind and body.
Barbara sat in her bedroom, darkness cloaking her. She was not aware that night had come. She had fled to her room in embarrassment when her son had come home earlier than she had expected, and that was where she stayed.
At first Barbara had cried, but not because of sucking Candy’s cunt; she cried because her son had caught her with her face buried in Candy’s cunt. She cried because she was embarrassed. She cried most of all because Candy was her son’s girlfriend.
Barbara was thirty-four years old. She had been a widow for ten of those years. She had looked and speculated and dreamed about certain men, but she had not taken any of them into her bed.
Barbara had felt that by fucking some man, she would be cheating not just herself, but the memory of her husband. And, too, she had her son to consider. It would not do for him to see a stream of strange men coming and going with her.
It had been Candy who brought all the suppressed and dormant desires to the surface. It had been Candy and her beautiful face and her exquisite body that had made Barbara do something she had never done in her life. It had been Candy who had made Barbara eat a cunt, lick a pussy, something Barbara had never so much as thought of doing.
Candy was so appealing, so sweet and innocent. Candy was the kind of girl whom people men and women alike had to fight hard to keep their hands off. Some girls had it and some girls didn’t. Candy had triple portions of an erotic nature. Barbara had given in to the lure of that sweet body.
Lewis had been going with Candy for well over two months. They stayed in and around the house more than they went out, and Barbara had been unable to keep, her eyes off the girl.
Candy wore short shorts and tight blouses, flaunting her beauty and availability without shame. When she sat in the house or on the lawn out back, she was careless about her skirts, and Barbara had often gazed at those long, slender thighs, wondering why Candy had this appeal for her.
It seemed that every time Candy was near, the little girl would manage to brush against Barbara’s body, and electrifying shocks would ripple through Barbara. That her son was fucking the girl was almost a certainty. It was obvious in the way Candy would look at Lewis, touch him, the heat glowing in those big eyes.
And now Lewis had caught Barbara, his mother, sucking the cunt of his girlfriend.
Barbara prepared for bed, her eyes dry now, but feeling miserable. She pulled a long nightgown over her head and crawled into the sheets, trying to relax. She was wound up, very tense. Lewis had not said anything to her. But he had seen her with her mouth pressing against Candy’s cunt, then he had stood there and stared between his mother’s knees before Barbara could clamp her legs together.
And she had run to her room.
She didn’t know when Candy left, nor did she know what time it was. All she knew was it was dark and Lewis had come to her, probably ashamed of her, she felt.
After a restless night, Barbara prepared breakfast for her son. She sat and drank coffee nervously as he ate. She wanted to reach her son, to try an explain if she could. But Lewis seemed oblivious of her. If only he would make the first overture, she felt, it would be all right.
But he ate and left quickly, not looking at her, not saying goodbye, not saying when he would be home.
All morning she paced about after dressing, wringing her hands, trying to find some way to approach Lewis, to let him know.
Sometime after one in the afternoon, Barbara found it impossible to remain in the house alone. She left and began to walk about the neighborhood, her mind dwelling on what had happened.
And she found herself wanting to lick Candy’s cunt again. She could not get the girl out of her mind. It was there, burning hotly, making her cunt throb as she walked slowly about the neighborhood. She remembered the taste of that sugary cunt on her tongue, the way those pussy lips squeezed when Candy came. She remembered how Candy had asked her to suck her cunt again. Barbara started returning home, unable to keep walking with the heat searing her cunt.
She walked faster and faster.
Opening the door, she stepped into the living room and saw Lewis and Candy sitting on the couch. They sat closely together, and the flush on Candy’s face told Barbara they had been feeling one another. The bulge in her son’s pants told her that, too. She looked at her son and found him gazing back at her. She searched his face for recrimination, but found none.
Then, Lewis deliberately placed his arm around Candy’s shoulder. Barbara saw her son drape his hand over the girl’s shoulder, and then he curled his fingers around a small, straining tit. He was still looking at his mother, his face holding no expression that she could see.
As she saw her son feeling Candy’s tits and Candy sitting there accepting it, the heat of Barbara’s cunt increased, flaring hotly. She leaned against the door, her eyes becoming glassy as she watched her son fondle Candy’s luscious tit. His other hand moved along Candy’s thigh.
Today Candy wore a summer dress, and Lewis continued looking at his mother as he boldly slipped his hand under Candy’s dress. Candy spread her knees, and Barbara watched her son’s hand move up that silky smooth thigh. Then Lewis was cupping Candy’s cunt and tit, while gazing boldly at his mother.
Barbara trembled, unable to jerk her eyes away, unable to stop seeing her son feeling Candy up.
Candy moved her hand, and Barbara watched it slide over the bulge of her son’s pants. The hardness of Lewis’ cock was quite evident, and Barbara sucked in a gasp as she saw Candy squeezing her son’s cock through his pants. There was a stabbing, burning sensation between her thighs, and Barbara’s hand was at her throat as she stared at the two young ones.
She had nothing to say, she knew.
She knew her son was letting her know that what she could do, so could he. She had no right to tell him to stop, that if he and Candy wanted to fuck, she would have to leave.
Barbara didn’t want to leave.
She wanted to stay… to see them fuck.
She moaned softly. A mental image flared in her mind of her son’s hard, throbbing cock sliding into Candy’s cunt, going deep, deep, his balls smashing against her tight, hot ass cheeks.
Barbara came.
Her cunt convulsed as she leaned against the door. She saw Candy rubbing her son’s cock through his pants, saw her son boldly feeling up and down the tightness of Candy’s panties.
The orgasm surprised her, and for a moment she was stiff and frozen. As the orgasm receded, she turned and walked as quickly as she could to her room.
The sight was gone, but the sounds followed her.
She sat on her bed and listened.
“You go for that stuff, Candy?” Barbara heard her son asking.
“Sure,” Candy replied, giggling. “What’s wrong with it, Lewis? You like to fuck me, don’t you? There’s nothing wrong if I wanna get sucked sometimes by a woman.”
“But she’s my mother!”
“What difference does that make?” Barbara heard Candy reply. “She’s nice. Your mother is beautiful, and if she wants to suck my cunt, I’m gonna let her. I like it and I don’t care if you don’t.”
“I’ll lick your pussy,” she heard her son saying, his voice now thick with desire. “You want to get sucked, I’ll do it. You’re my girl, remember?”
“I won’t be if you try and stop me from having fun, Lewis,” Candy replied. “You gotta stop acting jealous. You know I won’t let no other boy fuck me. But if I wanna have your mother lick me, I will.”
She heard her son reply, but his voice was so thick and low, the words were indistinct. Then she heard Candy. “I wanna fuck now, Lewis. You got me all hot feeling wound before your mother came in. Now you gotta fuck me!”
Barbara heard what sounded like the beginnings of an argument.
“Okay, I will!” Candy said. “I’ll just go in there and ask Barbara to lick my pussy, so there!”
Barbara heard steps, and her heart began to beat rapidly. The steps, however, stopped when she heard her son call out: “I was just teasing, Candy. Come on, I’ll fuck you!”
“You gotta fuck me on the couch, like I said,” Candy replied. “If you don’t, then I won’t do it. I wanna fuck on the couch.”
“But my mother is [missing text].”
“Are you gonna fuck me or not, Lewis?”
“Yes, Goddamn it!”
The sounds of rustling clothing seemed loud to Barbara, the sighs and grunts and mewls drifting to her open door. She couldn’t stand it any longer she had to look.
Barbara’s legs felt like rubber as she slipped down the short distance of the hall. She looked into the living room.
Candy was sprawled out on her back, one leg bent over the back of the couch, the other dangling over the cushions. Her dress was at her waist and her panties were on the floor.
Her son had taken his pants off, and Barbara watched her son get on his knees between Candy’s spread thighs. She saw a glimpse of his cock straining outward before he pressed upon Candy’s shivering body. She saw her son gripping the tight cheeks of Candy’s ass, then she saw her son’s ass naked and moving.
The sight sent ripples of excitement tingling up and down Barbara’s body. She gazed in starry-eyed fascination at her son’s naked ass, seeing the muscular cheeks bunch as he plunged his cock in and out of Candy’s cunt. Candy drew her legs up and back, lifting her cunt to the thrusts of Lewis cock. Barbara could hear the moist sounds of his prick fucking into that steamy wet pussy, and it caused her own cunt to start throbbing all over again.
As Candy drew her knees back, it caused her ass to lift from the cushions. Now Barbara saw her son’s cock driving back and forth, and her eyes became glazed with a perverse, lust. One of her hands lifted to clutch a suddenly swollen tit, the other pressing hard against her clit.
“Ooooh, Lewis!” Candy whimpered, shaking her uplifted ass, grinding as Lewis rammed into her cunt. “Ooooh, this is so good, Lewis! Ahhh, fuck me, Lewis! Fuck me fast and deep! I love the way your cock feels in my pussy! You fuck me better than anyone else!”
Her son, apparently caught up with ecstasy, grunted in reply. His face was buried into Candy’s shoulder. Candy was clawing at his ass with hot hands, squealing with ecstasy, thrashing her ass up and down to meet his driving hardness.
Barbara saw her son’s balls swinging up and down as he fucked Candy, and the desire to caress both of those two hot young kids became strong. She felt the overwhelming urge to drop to her knees at their side, to run her hands over their hot bodies, to kiss them and excite them to greater efforts.
Barbara had never seen anyone fucking before, but it was something she had dreamed of after becoming a widow. In her intense frustration, she had imagined many erotic situations, mostly with her in the center of all the action.
Now she was watching someone fuck her son and his girlfriend. She had a hunch neither would care if she came in and sat there, watching them.
But she remained where she was, her eyes glowing with hot desire, watching her son’s cock plunge in and out of Candy’s wet cunt, his balls swinging about. Barbara licked her lips, almost tasting Candy’s cunt again as she gazed. Candy had drawn her knees far back until her slim thighs were taut, her cunt glistening.
Candy was gasping and gurgling with delight as she squeezed Lewis’ asscheeks, trying to pull his cock as deep as she could.
Lewis was groaning loudly and his jerking increased.
Barbara pressed hard into her cunt, her other hand digging harshly into the tenderness of her swollen tit.
“I’m going to come, Candy!”
“Come, Lewis!” Candy shouted. “Oooh, I’m gonna come, too! Let’s come together!”
Barbara felt light-headed as she watched her son and Candy grinding together, knowing they were coming. She could almost see her son’s cock gushing, the thickness of his come juice spewing into the satiny walls of the pussy she had sucked. She felt envy, and the thought of having her son’s hard cock squirting sweet, precious come juice into her own cunt was intense.
Barbara did not move until she saw them relax. Just as she started to leave, she caught Candy looking at her. Her young eyes were glowing and twinkling, then Candy flashed a quick smile at Barbara.
Barbara returned to her room and sat on the bed.
Something had just happened that would change not just her life, but that of her son’s, too. She felt it, felt it deeply.
Something was going to happen… something that sent shivering anxiety through her body.
It was late, and she had not eaten all day. Still, she was not hungry. She heard her son fixing something in the kitchen. She remained in her bedroom for the rest of the day, wanting to talk to her son, to try and explain. But he would not come to her, and she didn’t have the nerve to approach him.
She had always been close to her son, and now she felt they were drifting apart. She felt he was ashamed of her because he had seen her eating Candy’s cunt.
It was almost eleven at night, and Barbara was in bed with the sheet pulled to her neck. Wide awake, she stared up at the dark ceiling.
The presence of her son was felt before she heard him.
She turned her head toward her bedroom door and saw her son. He was in jockey shorts.
As her breath caught in her throat, Lewis came into her room and stood at the side of her bed, looking down at her.
Then, before she knew what he was doing, he had jerked the sheet from her chin, letting it fall past her waist.
“Lewis, please,” she whimpered. Barbara was not afraid, but he had never been this way with her before. She started to reach for the sheet to pull over her, but he was too quick.
He grabbed the sheet and threw it off the bed.
Barbara lay there in her nightgown. Although it was dark, there was enough light so he could see her outline.
“You watched,” Lewis said.
Barbara tried to detect anger in his voice, but there was none.
“Candy told me you were watching, Mother,” he went on. “She saw you and she told [missing text].”
“Lewis, honey, don’t.”
“Why, Mother?” he asked. “Why did you do it?”
“I… heard you,” she answered, her voice trembling.
“I mean eating… you know what I mean, Mother.”
Barbara felt a sinking sensation in her chest. She reached for her son’s hand. Instead of his hand, she felt his hip.
Whether Lewis had started to move or what, she didn’t know. Her fingers brushed along the front of his jockey shorts, and she felt his cock. His prick was hard, bulging at the straining whiteness of his shorts.
“You’re my mother,” Lewis said. “But you’re a cunt-licker, too.”
Although his voice came out harsh, there was no anger in it.
“Candy is my girlfriend, Mother. And you sucked her! You kissed her pussy, Mother!”
Barbara winced.
“You want to feel my cock,” Lewis said. “Here! Feel my fucking cock Mother!”
Barbara tried to pull her hand away, but her son gripped her wrist as he shoved his shorts down. The contact of her fingers on her son’s cock jolted her.
Lewis closed his mother’s fingers around his cock and pressed them tightly.
“Feel it, Mother!” he growled. “Feel my cock! You like my hard cock, Mother! Would you like to have my cock fucking you? Is that it? Is that why you watched me fuck Candy? Did you suck her cunt because it’s really my cock you want?”
Barbara could not reply. He had wrapped her hand around his cock, and she felt it burning and throbbing in her fist. He stood at the side of her bed, looking down at her, his hips arched forward.
Although he was no longer holding her wrist, Barbara clung to his prick. Then she was moving her hand, jacking his cock. Pre-cum was dripping from his piss hole, and it made her fist slippery. Then Lewis was pumping back and forth, fucking her fist.
Strangely, Barbara felt no reluctance about touching her son’s prick, stroking him, feeling his hardness, the first hard cock she had had in her hand since becoming a widow.
There was a heat between her thighs that seemed to scald her flesh, and Barbara yearned to feel his cock sliding into her cunt. She twisted her hips against the mattress, her fist jerking back and forth on her son’s cock.
Lewis was arching forward, grunting now.
“Feel my cock, Mother! You want to feel my cock, feel it! Jack my cock off, Mother! You want it… you want my cock so bad you’ll eat the cunt I fuck, huh? Are you a cocksucker, too, Mother? Do you suck cock as well as suck cunt?”
Barbara’s cunt burned, her pussy lips flexing as her clit became painfully swollen. She came close to putting her other hand down there, to rub up and down on her pussy to make it convulse.
She had started to reach for her pussy when her son came.
The discharge was sudden and unexpected to her.
She felt his cock throb, then the come juice was spewing from his piss hole, splashing onto her concealed tits. A drop or two struck her neck, searing her flesh. The hand reaching for her cunt paused at her trembling stomach, but her other hand beat faster than before on his gushing cock, making him come.
Without further words, Lewis pulled his shorts up and left her room.
Barbara lay there, feeling his come juice soaking through her nightgown, drenching her tits.
She brought the hand that had been jacking his cock to her neck and found a small pool of his come juice in the hollow. She moved her finger into it, then brought it to her lips. Her tongue licked it away, and with a soft whimper, she plunged her tongue into her mouth, thrusting it in and out like a cock.