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1

Krissy knew that being with him again kept her stepson’s look upon her. Not for the first time she regretted losing her cool with his father, Scott, earlier in the day. They had argued over some petty thing as they ate a snatched breakfast and each of them preparing for a busy day.

“You didn’t need what happened this morning, honey,” she said in an understanding voice, “but I can explain.”

“You don’t have to explain. I was glad about everything that happened yesterday. We each had…still have… our reasons, don’t we?”

For him it had all begun last summer when he’d broken up with a girl from college and he’d come home early, to work on a project that was taking more of his time, and attention on researching, than he had at first thought necessary. Krissy had been seen sitting on a sun lounger, set out on the terrace that looked out on their yard, wearing her white cutaway, sheer, bikini briefs and a sky-blue top that shaped the heavy tumble of her wonderful tits, their nipples poking through the taut fabric. What she wore now only flattered a buxom woman with her engaging smile.

“Get yourself a drink, hon’…put on some beach shorts and come and sit out here with me. Your father won’t be home until late…so I don’t need to worry about supper just yet….”

“I’ll help you….”

“That will be great…Scott rarely does that.” She smiled, saw his eyes drift over her and moved, provocatively, to let him see her breasts press against the bodice of her dress. “You had that look on me last summer…I didn’t know what to think about you doin’ that…”

Then, as now, he’d broken up with a girlfriend and it had cut him deeper than before. He had his ways of finding them, even if he was the studious kind of guy and got ribbed often enough by the jocks, those that went so far as to try and butt into his times with girls, at parties or in college.

Despite his academic ways, he was a good-looking guy, girls told him so and Krissy had often let him know that she thought so too. The rugged looks of his father, his square-jawed face and a mass of brown hair that he rebelliously brushed up to give it a wilder, untidy, look. He worked out and Scott had taught him some self-defence moves and there had been times, like yesterday when the college day was all but through, when he’d had to deploy those arts on two guys. He’d bested them but took a couple of hits that split his cheekbone on each side of his face. The swelling had gone down, helped by Krissy’s care, the press of ice packs as soon as he got home, and she’d seen the state he was in.

“First your girl…then this,” she’d consoled, standing between his legs and bending forward to see that what she looked at would mend, needed no stitches. “I can’t have manisa escort my good-looking boy hurt like this…”

“I’m not a boy, Krissy…haven’t been for quite a while,” he’d smiled up at her, having felt the tumble of those wonderful breasts brush against him as if it was intentional.

“I have grown up feelings when you’re so close to me…as you are now.”

“And I should stop you….”

She had taken to wondering if it had been this way for him for some time. She could hardly compare with the girls she heard of, had met, from time-to-time, but she had the fleshy body and knowledge to please him if it went so far.

“I’ve sure found that difficult just lately, Krissy…”

“I’m bothered by them myself, hon’…I really am.”

He’d stopped her from leaving him, brushed the warm skin of her legs, under a floaty summer dress, and she’d done nothing to stop his pass on her, nor the caresses to her legs that finally settled on her panties, his fingers brushing over her slit.

“I’m hurt…and I’m lost over you, Krissy,” he’d gone on to confess and she had nodded, bent down and kissed him, first a light touch to his mouth, then deeper and longer kisses, hungering ones too as he caressed the back of her thighs and kept her close.

She had found it all too easy to become lost in the moment.

“Come on…there’s time to put an end to the waiting!” she’d exclaimed and rushed away, through the hall and up the stairs. Sammy not far behind, the fastenings of her dress soon loosened and his claims upon her like nothing that had gone before.

Whatever wayward imaginings they may have had were now to be made achingly real.

 

2

Sammy stirred, felt Krissy shake him into wakefulness.

“We got to get going, honey” she kissed, her bathrobe falling open, purposefully or not. “Take a shower…clean yourself up.”

Krissy spoke only too directly, her smirked smile giving away nothing on how she felt on all that had been tempestuously discovered with him. Young Sammy may be, but he knew how it went.

“You could’ve woken me…”

“I’m tired too, after that…what you did with me….” She grinned, unashamed by her actions. “You made me forget everything that’s happened lately…

Sammy got up and detained her, put his arms around Krissy and felt her grip his questing hands, shivered as one cupped her shaven mons ad his fingers found her slicked heat once more.

“Your mind’s still on this…on what we’ve done,” he kissed, his lips pressed to her throat as Krissy lifted her head to take him to her. “Come in the shower with me…wash your cum and mine off me?”

“I’ll join you in a moment…let me check my body…I sure don’t want any marks.”

“Except in your mardin escort mind…from what we’ve done.”

“I sure know about that!” she answered sharply. “Now move…go on! I’ll be with you in a moment. I want to check that you’ve left no marks on my body. You were wild…made me feel the same way.”

Sammy went to the family bathroom and turned on the shower, let the warm water cascade over him, the jetting stream pleasurable and the warmth of the water soothing. He closed his eyes and thought back to the past few hours. He’d fucked his stepmother and she had wanted it to be so, for reasons he sure wasn’t going to ask her about.

He stood facing the sliding door, the surface slicked and the screen walls opaque. He saw Krissy’s shadowy figure than heard her sing-song voice echo in the confined space.

“Close you r eyes…don’t open them until I’m with you,” she instructed on a sultry laugh.

“Don’t take forever!” he laughed out as if their behaviour was only too normal, natural even.

No words were needed. He felt Krissy step into the shower and the door rumble shut. She wrapped her arms about him and pressed to kiss him, did so deeply and hungrily. The kiss went on.

“You can open your eyes now…”

“You’re so beautiful…so passionate…unlike anyone I’ve been with….”

“But you’ve used rubbers with them, I hope?”

“Yeah…sure,” he answered, taken aback by what she was saying and wondering where this was going. He lifted his face to the water and loved to feel it cascade over him, along with the press of a woman’s body…Krissy’s body…against him.

“Scott’s not entirely with me in this…but I’m no longer using any birth control. When he and I love…and now you and me…there’s still a chance my old body will take it…me get pregnant…get knocked up as you young people might say.”

“I sure know what you mean….” he shrugged.

“But are you okay with that…or want to use rubbers from now on? It will spoil it for you…for us…now that I’ve let you in…done this crazy thing with you.”

Sammy met the wonderful look of her eyes on him, the blue so stark against her tanned face and blonde hair, the bob cut gone and now a sodden mess framing her face. He knew that she was unsure of what his answer would be; the question was never asked of him. Girls didn’t want to get pregnant, were happy to hump so long as it was safe.

“I’ll be okay with everything…want you and to do this,” he replied, moving to slip his hands under her butt cheeks and lifting her up against him as he stumbled against the tiled wall of the cubicle. “Don’t worry about it….”

She gave him a confused look, met his kisses and felt Sammy lift her up further, coaxed her to wrap her legs marmaris escort around his waist as he placed his hard arcing penis to her opening, heard Krissy gasp as he entered her body, his cock head parting her pussy’s lips and she settling down on him until he could go no further.

“Love with me again!” he called out, Krissy’s movements already bringing him on.

“I want to fuck…let that be enough!” she asserted, using language he never heard cross her lips.

Slow and steady lovemaking became a tempestuous and breathless rut, a fuck session, as she gripped his body with her thighs and bucked her hips, tugged on his pole of flesh as she rose and fell on him, the shower screen rattling as they bumped into it, the water jetting over them and they laughing, and spluttering, as they loved.

She clawed at his skin, kissed his mouth and looked in wide-eyed amazement at what he was doing to her. “This is not how it’s meant to be! I shouldn’t but…but it’s way too late now to stop! Fill me…fill me with your cum…do that again!”

Sammy held her firmly, slammed against the wall with each wild thrust, as they shared in kisses, sucks, and nips to skin, Krissy matching his rhythm and wildly moving on him, rocked to and fro. Yanked on his prick as if she’d tear it off him in her pursuit of pleasure.

“Jeez…oh jeez…I Can’t hold back much longer!”

“Then don’t! I’m with you…with you in this…you crazy boy…my young lover!”

Sammy felt her body shudder and he continued, pistoned in and out, assaulted her pussy relentlessly until she screamed out his name, her pussy muscles tugging and clenching around his aching penis, her working of him like nothing that had gone before. He drove in hard and stayed deep in her as they shared in their orgasms, Krissy wrapping his body with her legs and her arms clenched about his neck. He’d turned off the shower, somehow, as they fucked.

“Look what you’ve made me do…whom I have become,” she kissed as they came down from their highs.

” A beautiful woman, still…is who I see!”

“A woman who will need her sleep…who wonders how she can keep this a secret…and wonders what will happen, whoever the father may be. Scott is not sure about having kids of our own….and I don’t want to bring that down on you either.”

“Let everything play out…that’s what I’m learning from you and with you, now.” He watched her towel off her body and leave him. He saw how she smoothed moisturiser onto her skin, how her breasts tumbled forward as she smoothed it over her legs, inspected the soft skin of her thighs where he had lain in finding her.

“Go and get dressed…be quick, Sammy darlin’….I’ve got enough to worry and think about without Scott finding out what has gone down between us. I feel wasted from all that we’ve done.”

“Sure, I feel wasted too, but I also found love…company…and mending. That’s how I see it and see you. Everything between us has changed…will be changed from ow on.”

She found it difficult to argue with him.

♥

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