“Yes, that’s me,” she replies in that polite tone, smiling gently. I extend her my hand, trying to be as polite as her, but she waves my hand away. Leaning into me, she brushes her lips against my cheeks, laying a simple kiss there. The moment her lips touch my skin I feel my cock twitching, and I have to focus really hard to not pop a boner right here and now. That’d be fucking rich, greeting my stepmother with a boner.
“We’re family,” she simply says, taking my backpack and stepping aside so that I can get in.
“We are,” I repeat after, walking into the hallway and trying hard not to stare at her cleavage. Jesus Christ, how the hell did my father marry a woman like this? “Is… my father home?”
“No, I’m sorry, Lance. He said he had a few meetings he had to attend, but he should be home any time now.” Of course. It’s not like my fucking father would wait on me. Alright, sure, it’s not like I deserve to be waited on after my little stunt at the White House… But even if I did, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t fucking bother to be home waiting for me. It’s not like I give a fuck about it; I’m pretty used to stuff like this by now. “I hope you don’t mind being here alone with me,” she continues, my cock twitching again as a response to her words. Fucking hell, where did this woman come from?
“It’s okay,” I tell Jocelyn—my stepmother—as I run one hand through my hair. I look into her eyes, all of my thoughts turning into something no one should ever know about. I’m already imagining myself peeling the clothes off of her body, her naked figure slowly revealing itself to me…
Focus, I tell myself inwardly, trying not to make a fucking fool out of myself. What am I fucking supposed to say to her now? Chit chat until my father gets home? Oh, fuck no - two more minutes around her and I’ll have a boner so massive I’ll pass out from lack of blood. “I’m kinda tired from the trip. I’m just going to unpack my bag and take a shower, if that’s alright with you.”
“Oh, of course,” she replies, handing me my backpack again. Turning my back to her, I walk up the stairs to my room as if I were in a daze, my heart kicking against my ribcage. Holy fuck, how am I supposed to fucking live inside this house all these months? With that fucking woman walking around? That’s just torture, if you ask me.
I step inside my old bedroom and throw my backpack on top of the bed, slamming the door shut as I take one deep breath. I knew my father was ruthless enough to marry for political gain, but I never would have thought he’d end up with someone as hot as Jocelyn. I don’t mean to be a fucking ass about this, but it’s not like my father cares for the beautiful sex. He never really admitted it to me—let alone to the world—but there’s no doubt in my mind about where his interests lie. Good for him if he’s into men, I guess. I just find it in poor taste to drag someone into a fucking loveless (and most likely sexless) marriage.
I walk into my bedroom’s private bathroom and close the door, locking it. I strip naked and hop into the shower, turning the faucet on and waiting for the water to warm up. Here, some privacy to myself, all my fucking self-restraint goes out the window. I close my eyes for a full second and that’s all it takes for my mind to dart back to Jocelyn. Just like that, I feel my cock hardening, warm blood rushing to it. Look, I know she’s my stepmother and all that, but it’s not like I can help it.
As steam starts to blanket the bathroom, I step under the running water, throwing my head back and trying to clear my mind. Of course, that’s not what happens. In fact, it’s pretty much the opposite. The moment I close my eyes I’m flooded by the mental snapshot of Jocelyn’s body, and before I even know what I’m doing, I’m fucking grasping my cock, moving my hand back and forth over it.
There’s no use in fighting this; it might be a fucked up thing to do, but I’m jerking off while thinking of my fucking stepmother. I imagine what it would be like to slide my hands under her blouse, to feel her perfect round tits under my fingers as I squeeze them… My imagination fills in all the blanks, my heart racing as if it were actually happening. I can almost taste the flavor of her mouth, her full lips pressing against mine as I cup her ass…
I start to stroke hard, my hand moving fast as I struggle to breathe. My mind produces her imaginary moans, the grip I have on my cock turning into her tight pussy. God, and to think she’s somewhere in the house, waiting for my father to get home!
Then, I hear the door to my room opening and my heart almost fucking explodes.
“I’m sorry to barge in,” I hear Jocelyn say from the other side of the bathroom door. “I just came to leave you a dry towel. I’ll let it on this side of the door.”
“That’s… Thank you!” I say hurriedly, stroking faster than ever, the sound of the running water luckily drowning out the sound of my movements. “You didn’t need to.”
“Of course I did,” she says very slowly, my cock spasming harder and harder as the sound of her voice caresses my eardrums. “We’re family now.”
“Family,” I repeat after her, straining to get the word out as I press my forehead against the wall, my cock pulsing viciously against my fingers. I explode like that, the sound of her honeyed voice still echoing in my mind as ropes of thick cum spurt from my dick.
I remain still, holding my spasming cock in my hand until I hear her leave the room. Only then do I realize I was holding my breath as I came, my fucking lungs aching to start working again.
Looking down at my hard cock, drops of cum still dripping down my shaft, I can’t help but feel buckets of fucking adrenaline coursing through me as I fully accept what I’ve done; I fucking jerked off to my stepmother.
It seems like this is going to be an interesting fucking summer, after all.
31
Jocelyn
Oh my God, hun. Don’t look at me like that!
I can’t believe the thoughts that have been running through my head. Lance Anders is my stepson! But I swear I can’t help but feel irresistibly attracted to him. I mean, I had seen pictures of him, and I knew how gorgeous he was… But to see him in the flesh… Now that’s a completely different thing. Ever since he walked in through the door, I can’t help thinking about those big arms. That deep chest. That flat and sculpted stomach. Those abs I got the barest of peeks of.
And that bulge. Oh, my. Is that his…
No. It can’t be.
It’s so big.
Closing the door to my bedroom, I lay back down on top of the mattress, sighing heavily as I stare at the ceiling. Michael is still in his study, working as usual, as if nothing could ever disrupt his workaholic routine—not even the return of his only son. He and Lance only traded a few curt words over dinner, and I took it upon myself to make the younger Anders feel welcome here. But I should be careful. If I don’t keep a cool head, I might do or say something stupid. It’s not as easy as it seems, though. Every time I’m close to him I feel my pulse quickening, my eyes taking in his perfectly built body.
I’ve been without sex for far too long, that’s what’s going on with me. And now I’m under the same roof with a young, sexy-as-sin man. That’s an explosive combination. But I need to think straight. Sure, I’m stuck in an ice-cold marriage, but I still have a ring on my finger. And, of course, that perfect man is not only my stepson, he’s also
far younger than I am.