This story can only be found bundled with the Erotic Novella “Nick’s Secret”
Since the age of eighteen, I’ve had a strong sexual appetite, with thoughts of sex never far from my mind wherever I found myself. It came from being brought up with three stepsisters and a stepmother that was once a model of note. Not that I desired them you understand, but you couldn’t help but notice things from time to time; it’s just that I was being subjected on various occasions to see things—which I wasn’t supposed to see, such as my stepmother leaving the bathroom, unaware that I had arrived home early. She was casually drying her hair—whilst being completely naked—standing with her back to me.
Now, at the age of nineteen, the sexual thoughts I always thought I controlled, were taking a disturbing turn. I masturbated often and usually my mind conjured up images of perfect females doing erotic things with me. As most young men would testify, these scenarios were quite normal. Now however, I couldn’t get the image of my stepmother out of my mind every time I started to stroke my cock.
The reason is simple; I’d seen something a few days before which I couldn’t get out of my mind. I’d been in the lounge drinking a cup of tea when my stepmother came in with her usual coffee and took a seat opposite me. She was still wearing her nightgown and as she sat down, one side of it fell away revealing a long slender leg. She sat forward at that point bringing the two halves back together, but the act of sitting forward gave me an unbelievable view.
You see, her nightgown barely reached her knees and in this position, I could see her womanhood in all its glory. I noticed several things at once—firstly, she wasn’t wearing any panties— secondly, she shaved. I also noticed she had opened her legs slightly, making me think she was giving me a brief show. I dismissed that notion straight away. She’d never done such a thing in the past.
Time seemed to stand still as I stared at the forbidden, until my sister Janet entered the room and interrupted the moment. Feeling myself flushing and not wanting to explain why, I stood up ready to leave the room. That, it turned out, was a mistake. I had an erection that was clearly visible to all, and Janet, being the stepsister she was, was quick to embarrass me by pointing at it and laughing.
My face reddened further, but to my surprise, my stepmother seemed to look at my embarrassment for far longer than was needed. I also heard her berate my sister for teasing me, but with my sister’s reply, I was left wondering—long and hard.
“Well, you’re the one who caused it,” she had said, making my stepmother go quiet.
I stood just outside the open lounge door listening for my stepmother’s reply, but none came. Therefore, I went upstairs to get ready for work and tried my best to get it all out of my mind. Now of course, each time I try to think of something other than my stepmother’s beautiful bare pussy, I can’t seem to get aroused enough to do anything. Yet, as soon as I start thinking of that morning, my cock springs to attention and when I cum, I cum a great deal.
I even found myself wanting to see more than I should, by sneaking up to the bathroom door whenever she took a bath in the hopes of catching a glimpse or two. In fact, I became so obsessed it began to worry me, until finally my stepmother noticed a difference in me and asked me straight out—what was wrong. Now, being nineteen, I figured I could and should be able to get over something like this without turning to an adult for advice. However, the more she insisted on knowing what was wrong the weaker I became, until finally I confessed as to what was happening to me.
I’d always been able to talk with my stepmother, as she’d always been there for me. My father had left us when I was ten, so sex was never discussed back then. So there I was, about to open up to a problem that I knew was wrong and looking for answers.
“Mom, I’ve never had problems where sex is concerned. In fact I’ve always thought I had a good sex drive, but ever since the morning I saw your private parts, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it,” I said, watching her reaction.
“Oh…I see. Well son, it is a normal part of life to have some kind of voyeuristic interest in the opposite sex, although I’ll admit it shouldn’t be about one’s stepmother. Having said that, it shows that you notice things that are inherently forbidden, and we all desire things like that in some parts of our life.”
“I know, but since that day, I can’t even get hard without thinking of you and it bothers me,” I replied, with almost a plea for help in my voice.
“What exactly are you thinking when you try to masturbate?” she asked openly with more than a little interest.
“At first I try to think of a sexual encounter with someone like Lucy, you know that girl down the road. You one you caught me talking to the other day,” I replied.
“Oh yes, I remember her, a very nice young woman.”
“Since that morning though, she just doesn’t do it for me anymore. Therefore, I start to remember watching you and seeing your beautiful pussy lips for the very first time. I then imagine you opening your legs wider and inviting me over to the chair, where I spread them wider still and start to lick your pussy vigorously,” I said, suddenly realizing that she was hanging on my every word.
“Um…perhaps,” she said, looking towards my crotch, “perhaps we should do something about this; I mean I don’t wish to be an obstacle in your natural development.”
“Like what?” I said open to suggestions.
“Well, perhaps if I helped you, you could get back to a normal life and get me out of your mind,” she said, taking me totally by surprise as her hand stroked my cock through my trousers.
I don’t think my cock has ever become harder or grown quicker than that moment and my stepmother seemed to appreciate that fact as it made her look down. I looked down at the same time and could see the outline of my hardness passing through her hand. As I looked back up, she placed a finger from her free hand onto her lips in a gesture of being quiet. I then felt her unzipping my trousers and pulling them down. As she did so, she got to her knees and helped me pull my feet from each of my trouser legs. I stood looking down on her and my cock throbbed. At first, she stared at the outline of my shaft through my underwear and then gently stroked it through the fabric.