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.
70
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.
But, hell… Is there any harm in just fantasizing for a while? I can let my imagination run wild for a few minutes. What’s the harm in it?