My parents were divorced. My mother moved overseas so I ended up living with my dad. It worked out actually as I had an apprentice job close by. All was fine until dad decided to remarry. I was 23 at the time. I met my to be step-mother several times and one day they announced they had gotten married. Now my dad was almost 50 and Marsha was 33. I thought why get married? But it was as plain as day. Blonde hair, great boobs, great legs, every man’s wet dream. I didn’t like her although I often thought about her when I masturbated.
In fairness she did try to be friendly and I faked a smile now and then. I just saw her as an interloper. In retrospect it was pretty petty of me. I didn’t see her as mother and so I didn’t, calling her by name when dad wasn’t around. He would have given a good kick up the arse if he knew how I felt. The fact he didn’t ask me was also a sore point. Things started to settle down and I just avoided any interaction. I was pretty sure she knew how I felt. There was a sort of cease-fire and that was fine with me.
About two months later dad had to go interstate for some conference or other. I decided that I would spend as little time as possible at home while he was away. Anything to avoid Marsha. Work was a great escape and I would eat out after work and just go home to sleep. I got an urgent call to go to a job one Saturday. Some huge problem I was told. I told Marsha I would gone all day and meet mates at the pub for dinner. As it turned out the problem wasn’t as serious as first thought so I was finished mid-afternoon. I decided to head home, change and go out later. I walked in the front door and stopped deep in my tracks. There was Marsha and some woman hugging and kissing. The woman was dressed but Marsha was just wearing a bathrobe. It didn’t take a genius to work out what was going on. The woman hurried out the door leaving Marsha looking guilty.
“I wasn’t expecting you home today” Marsha said. “Obviously” I replied “it looks like I interrupted something”. “Adam, it wasn’t what it looks like” she said. “Oh, so seeing you kissing her and wearing just a bathrobe isn’t what it looks like” I said. “Ok you are right. Please don’t say anything to anyone. Please” she responded. I stood there feeling pretty snug. “You mean don’t tell dad?” I asked. “Well yes, especially him” was her reply. I felt like I was in power and decided to use it. “Well if I am to remain silent I expect something in return” I said. She started at me. “I can guess what you are thinking” she said “not that, please, not that” she was begging, I wasn’t listening.
I smiled like a cat who got the cream. “Why don’t you slip off that robe and let me see what dad sees in you?” I said, leering. She didn’t seem to hesitate and dropped the robe on the floor. She looked great dressed but her naked body was way better than my masturbation fantasies had imagined. Firm boobs, shaved pussy and those legs. Now I had a choice to make but damn me if she didn’t speak first. “Why don’t I suck your cock to make you happy?” she said. I was shocked. How did she know what I was thinking? She walked up to me and unzipped my pants and pulled them and my underwear down to my knees. My cock sprung to attention.
She wrapped her hand around my cock and smiled. “Like father, like son” she whispered and kissed me. Then she got on her knees and began to lick and suck my cock. I moaned. If felt so good. Now I had been sucked before but she was an expert. “Oh God it is so good” I moaned. She fondled my balls as well. I was in heaven. Before too long I could feel my orgasm building. Previous female companions had refused to blow me and I hinted I was getting close. She didn’t stop. Had she heard me? Was she going to make me cum? I said I was close, louder this time and seconds later I groaned as she took a load in her mouth. She didn’t stop sucking until I went limp.
Marsha stood up and said “are we ok now?” I just smiled. “I think that is a good start” I said “but dad is away for a week so I am sure we will find other things to do while he is away”. She nodded “I didn’t really think one blow job would be enough for your silence” she said “I will whatever you want if it means you will not tell”. “Well ok then. We understand each other” I replied “so I am meeting mates in the pub tonight and I will be home around 10pm and we can talk about what comes next. “Well I guess you don’t have to jerk off while you think about me then” she said. “How the hell did she know THAT” I wondered, but she was right. There would be no wanking that week.
I was careful not to get drunk in the pub and I arrived home at 10pm as planned. Marsha was watching TV wearing just her robe again. “Hello Adam. What do you want me to do?” she asked but stood up and dropped her robe. “Another blow job?” she asked and I just smiled. “Well if it is a fuck you want we had better go into the bedroom”. With that she turned and walked to the bedroom with me in hot pursuit. I quickly undressed as she sat on the foot of the bed. I walked up to her and she began to fondle my cock. Then she slid onto the bed. “I am yours Adam, do what you want” she said. I immediately climbed on top of her aiming my erect at her pussy.
Slipping my cock into her pussy felt so good. My power over this woman made it even better. She was surprisingly wet and I thrust forward, balls deep in the first intrusion. She moaned that only emboldened me more. “Yes, moan” I said “take it all” and I began to pound away. She moaned louder and put her arms around me. The bitch was loving it but not as much as me. I could feel my orgasm building but I wanted to last. I slowed down. “Don’t stop” she whispered “don’t stop” and I sped up again. With a loud groan I came like never before. It was a mixture of my power over her and the fact that her pussy seemed to grip me.
I rolled off and on to me back. “You liked that didn’t you?” she said. “Fuck yes” I replied “better than some of the sluts I fuck”. She got off the bed “I am going to have a shower” she announced. She disappeared into the ensuite and I heard the water start. I went in and got into the shower with her. “Get me hard again” I said “then we can do it again”. She didn’t hesitate and grabbed my cock. “I don’t think you can do it again so soon” she said, all the time stroking me. I proved her wrong and less than 15 minutes later I was pounding her again.
For the next week I used her every night. I would fuck her, shower, get hard again and fuck her again. She seemed resigned to surrender to me. I began to wish dad stayed away for TWO weeks instead on one. He was due home on the Sunday afternoon. Friday night I got my pleasure and Marsha wanted to talk. I knew what she was thinking. “Don’t worry Marsha, I will not say anything. In fact I was never going to say anything”. She laughed “I know Adam. But it would not have mattered anyway. Your father knows all about me and Wendy, the woman you saw me kissing”. I was stunned “He knows?” I said “why did you….” I didn’t get to finish. “Oh dear, if you could see your face” she said laughed “no honey I was using you. I love sex. Did you enjoy it?”
I had to admit that she had fooled me. All the time I was thinking I was in charge but she was playing me. “Do feel angry darling” she said and kissed me “but your job isn’t finished. Wendy will be here tomorrow and if you please us both I won’t tell your dad how you used me”. Saturday morning about 10am the woman I now knew as Wendy arrived. “So this is your toy boy” she said laughing. Marsha laughed too. “Yes, the poor darling thought he was the boss. Really his cock was boss” said Marsha. “Now Adam, Wendy and I expect you to please us” Marsha said “if you do a good job you will get your reward. But it will have to be special”.
“Special?” what did she mean. They led me to the bedroom and made me undress. “Oh yes, what a lovely cock” said Wendy “but I am more interested in your tongue. I was told to lay on the bed. They both got undressed and Wendy straddled my face. “Lick me and do it right” she said. I wasn’t that expert at licking pussy and I did my best. The way Wendy was moaning it seemed that I was doing ok. She squealed and began to rock back and forth. “Shit Marsha I am going to cum” she shouted and then groaned. “My turn” said Marsha. Wendy moved off me and Marsha took her place. “Lick me baby. Lick me and make me cum” she squealed and I did make her cum.
They kept changing over until my tongue felt like it was going to fall off. “Time to take a rest” Marsha said “I will order lunch. We can continue this after we eat”. Sure enough, lunch ordered and eaten and it was back to the bed. Finally I said “no more, please” and they both laughed. “Well you have done better than your dad anyway” Marsha said “I think you have earned your reward”. Wendy climbed on to me cock and began to rock back and forth. “Warn me when you are close” she said. I thought she didn’t want me to cum inside her. No, when I said I was close she stopped moving. As my orgasm feelings subsided she started again. She did this for nearly an hour. “Please let me cum” I groaned. “Yes, let the poor boy cum” urged Marsha and Wendy rode me to the finish line.
Wendy dismounted. “You did really well darling” she said “Marsha can I keep him?” Marsha said “yes, but I want my turn before that”. So it was that the two off them used me until the early hours of Sunday morning. We all finally fell asleep. Sunday morning Marsha rustled up some breakfast and after we showered Wendy invited me to come to her apartment. “I think your dad and Marsha will want to be alone, don’t you? she said. Wendy and I went out for lunch and then back to her flat were we had a vigorous session on the bed. I finally got home about 9pm to find dad and Marsha cuddling on the couch. “Hi son” he said cheerfully “Marsha tells me you have a new girlfriend”. I nodded. “Wendy isn’t it?” he said “I hope she is nice”. Of course he knew she was. “Oh I think you would like her dad” I said. Marsha looked over and winked. She knew Wendy was nice too.