Stepmother

Story by Hot Jeannie ã 2007

 

(Fg)

 

It’s funny how things work out sometimes.  I met Julia’s dad when a friend of mine set me up on a blind date.  We clicked immediately.  After a few dates, we were in bed.  Phil was a thoughtful lover who enticed many a scream from my long-neglected lips.  You see: I blew my first marriage by sleeping with a couple of women in town (yes, I swung both ways), and it’d been so long since I had any good sex I jumped Phil every chance I got.  I was insatiable.  He must have figured he hit the jackpot, since one night in my bed while I coaxed his cock deeper into my throat he blurted out a marriage proposal.

 

Up to that point Phil had been reluctant to let me get to know his preteen daughter.  I knew the usual reasons, like having a little brat scare away a potential mate, but when we met for the first time Julia was no such thing.  She was a sweet girl and we got along well from the beginning, which seemed to somehow puzzle Phil immensely.  I asked him why, and he told me his daughter usually hated every woman friend she was introduced to, and I was the pleasant exception.

 

“I think it’s chemistry,” he said.  “She must have been my litmus test all along, and you passed!”

 

Chemistry, indeed.  After the wedding, Phil’s demeanor toward me completely changed.  I shouldn’t have been surprised; the signs were all there.  Perhaps I was a conquest—once he had me, the thrill of the chase dissipated.  Whatever the motivation, our sex life revolved around when he wanted it, not me.  I was getting discouraged and angry at myself for letting it happen.  One late evening while Phil was working late again (was he already screwing someone else?) I lay frustrated in bed.  With no outlet for my needs, I imagined old lovers and began masturbating.  I was nearing climax when a voice spoke out at my bedroom door.

 

“I can’t go to sleep.  Can I visit for a while?”

 

What had Julia seen?  At least my busy fingers had been hidden under the sheets.  She was wearing a green tank-top sheath that looked curiously more like a cocktail dress than a girl’s nightgown.  I could see the outline of her panties as I invited her to the bed.  God, I wanted to cum so bad; her interruption further frustrating me.  Besides, the look of her surprisingly heightened my arousal—damn—now that I couldn’t consummate the act.  I was determined though not to let her see my frustration.

 

I patted the bed next to me and she lay down at my side.  “Is something wrong?”  I asked, “Want to tell me all about it?”

 

“No...no...well, yeah...there is something bothering me.”  She hesitated, deciding on how to begin.  She was so cute with her big brown eyes and shoulder length brown hair.

 

She told me about how she had gotten into an argument with some of the girls at school because she told them boys were dirty and stupid and that she would never have a boyfriend or get married.  I smiled as she told me this and commented that sometimes men were stupid and dirty and hard to love, but that she would someday have that boyfriend and feel differently about the opposite sex.

 

“I mean, like, how come boys can’t be like girls?  Girls smell so good and are pretty and nice and, like, always...,” her voice trailing off.  Before I could answer, she looked into my eyes and said, “You always smell nice.  You’re so pretty...I’m glad dad married you.”  She hugged me as she lightly placed one hand on my breast.  I must have shivered or something for she quickly pulled her hand away.

 

“Did I say or do something wrong?”

 

“No, sweetheart, of course not; I guess I’m a little cold, that’s all,” lamely explaining my tremor at her touch.

 

She laughed and said “You wouldn’t be cold if you had more on than that nightie.”

 

Though the bedsheet thankfully covered me from the waist down (especially since I wasn’t wearing panties) she could easily see my breasts barely constrained by the lacy negligee.  I was uncomfortable because of how she was looking at me, so I tried to diffuse the tension that was both scaring and arousing me.  “What you’re wearing isn’t like flannel pajamas either, young lady.”

 

She lightly laughed again, and said “at least mine covers me,” before she snuggled closer, her cheek pressing against the nearer breast.  “See what I mean, you’re so soft and warm, not like some ugly boy.”

 

She was pressed up against me, and my yearning body responded.  My fingers so desperately wanted to finish what I had started earlier.

 

“Can I stay here and like, sleep with you, at least until dad gets home?”

 

What was I going to say?  She fell asleep holding me tightly.  I couldn’t do the same—her warmth, the fragrance of her shampoo, her hand lightly resting low on my stomach—my pussy was nearly vibrating from need.  Trying not to rouse her, my hand once again went to work.  In barely a minute I was cumming, a low groan escaping my lips.

 

Julia roused.  “Are you alright?”

 

“Ah...yes...sweetheart...I’m okay,” I answered.

 

She then said the most amazing thing.  “It’s okay that you gave yourself sex.  Dad’s always coming home late, and he probably tells you he’s too tired just like he does when I ask him to do something with me.”

 

“And what do you know about sex?”

 

“I...don’t know that much...just that, like, people have sex so they can feel good and that someday I’ll be old enough to have sex too.”

 

“Just not with those stupid smelly boys, right?”

 

She laughed again.  “Okay, maybe not.”  We both laughed.

 

Julia snuggled close to me again and I noticed her nightdress had hiked up over her hips, revealing tiny pink bikini panties and her smooth legs.  A buzz passed through my body.  However, the spell was broken when I heard Phil enter downstairs.

 

Julia gave me a kiss on the cheek before saying “Dad’s home...but anytime you want company, like let me know and I will sleep with you.”  As she retreated to her bedroom, I wondered if this precocious girl knew what her invitation sounded like—and what she’d done to me.

 

As usual, Phil was too tired for sex.  I couldn’t smell any mysterious scents on him, but that didn’t prove anything, or make me feel any better.  He worked late the next evening too.  My thoughts were already on Julia when she asked me at dinner if she could come into my bed again.  Later, after I had put on my favorite silk negligee, she appeared at my bedroom door wearing the same green nightgown as the previous evening.  She nervously tugged at its front as she asked again if she could join me.  Tonight I saw no panty lines through the thin material.  This time I lifted the linens so she could get under them. 

 

We talked of school and what-not until she asked the inevitable.  “Can two girls love each other?”

 

“Of course, dear, I love my sister a lot.”

 

“No silly, not like sisters,” she tittered.  “I mean can two girls...em...ladies have sex?”

 

Her hand rested on my lower abdomen again, and I knew this was seduction, even if she really wasn’t consciously aware of it.  “Why, yes, two girls—women—can make physical love with each other.  They make each other feel good.”  I didn’t know what more to say.

 

“Feel good?  Like how you made yourself feel good last night?”

 

“Is this necessary, young lady?”

 

She pouted slightly before saying “I...I just wanted to know, like...I have...er...feelings for a girl in school...and I was wondering...”

 

I continued for her “...if those feelings were like boyfriend-girlfriend feelings?”

 

“I guess,” she concluded.  “Sometimes I think about touching her and seeing her with no clothes on.  Stuff like that.”

 

“That seems rather natural to me.  I used to look at girls that way when I was younger.”

 

Julia perked up and said “Really?  You liked girls too?  But...but...”

 

“Yes, I also liked boys.  And I married your dad, of course.”

 

She snuggled closer.  “I love you.”  Before I could reply, she added “you smell so nice and feel so nice I wish you could be my girlfriend.”

 

“Can step-moms and daughters be girlfriends?”  I asked, chuckling a bit.

 

“I think so,” she said as her hand slid further down my abdomen.  I froze.  She again told me how soft I was and how pretty I was and how good I smelled.  I knew I was wet as my need took hold of me.

 

“Maybe we should find out,” I croaked as I moved my lips to meet hers.

 

She was surprised at first by my advance, but she didn’t stop me.  I coaxed my tongue between her lips and we began kissing in a way she had never before experienced.  While we kissed I moved one hand under the hem of her gown and caressed her tight little buttocks.  At this, her hand moved from my lower abdomen up to squeeze one of my breasts.  She moaned, vibrating her lips as our kiss grew ever more passionate.

 

When finally our lips separated, she said “Wow that felt really good!  Is that part of making love?”

 

I wanted to touch her, caress every contour of her lithe little body, taste her sweet nectar, and languish in the feel of her silky skin.  “Oh yes,” I said huskily, still hoarse from being overcome by my arousal.  “Do you like touching my breasts?  Please don’t stop.”

 

She smiled and said that she loved the feel of my D cup darlings (of course those weren’t her words) and hoped someday to have “nice ones” like mine.  She caressed them and teased them before looking into my eyes and moving her young lips to one nipple.  Like a suckling babe she wrapped her lips around the engorged nipple, moaning softly.  I would have gladly let her suckle there forever, but I wanted more.

 

“That feels good, darling, but something else would feel even better.”  I guided her hand down to my hungry pussy.

 

She gasped when her fingers got there.  “You don’t have any hair.  I thought big people had hair down there?  And you’re wet!  Did you pee?”  She said rapid-fire.

 

“Shhh” I moaned, keeping her fingers within the folds of my blooming flower.  “I shave to keep it smooth...like yours,” I croaked.  “...And what you feel is my desire for you...you’ll see when you get wet too.”

 

“Desire?  ...Get wet too?”  She asked, beaming as she snuggled closer and pushed one finger deeper into me.

 

I coaxed her away from my breasts and first pulled my negligee off before lifting her nightgown over her head.  Her breasts were fairly nonexistent though her areolas were pointed and puffy from their initial spurt of preteen growth.  Her eyes were fixed upon my heaving breasts as mine were fixed on her pudgy little bald beaver, though I soon saw it wasn’t completely bald, having a patina of light, barely-noticeable down.  I hoarsely asked if she would like me to “give her sex.”  She nodded enthusiastically as I positioned her on her back and moved between her stick-like legs.  She was agog with excitement, though ‘arousal’ probably wouldn’t be the correct word, at least for now.  I told her what I was going to do before I did it.  My tongue-tip slithered between her immature labia until I located her small nub of a clitoris.  It’s not like I was new to this game as I began to flick my tongue against her tiny pearl.  I felt her enthusiasm turn to amazement before becoming erotic as I continued to minister to her.

 

“Oooh!  That feels goooooood!” She uttered, before issuing a long, low guttural groan.

 

As my tongue worked its magic, I slipped a finger into her now-wet pussy, searching for her hymen.  Her maidenhead was there but it did not obstruct much of her vaginal opening, so I slipped my fingertip past the membrane and located her g-spot.  Unlike a woman’s, hers was fleshier and not as textured, and seemed to be more forward.  I kept licking her clit while slowly massaging the spot, trying not to tear her hymen in the process.  I got my reward very quickly.

 

“Aaaaaahhhhhhh...Ah...Ah...Ah...Ah,” she cried in a staccato rhythm until she trembled as the first orgasmic paroxysm overtook her.  “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH:” her girlish scream unmistakable for what it was.  I moved up beside her and held her to my bosom as she bathed in the afterglow of her first sexual climax.

 

“How was that, sweetheart?”  I purred.  “Why don’t you feel down there to see how wet you are.”

 

She did, and reveled in her new experience.  She hugged me tight and told me how great it had felt.  We kissed again as I toyed with one of her puffy little areolas.  Within seconds she was humping against me in a manic rhythm of primal need.  I’d given Julia her first orgasm and her body demanded more.

 

She was moaning softly as I whispered in her ear “You are my girlfriend now, Julia dear.  I think we’ll see if I can make you feel even better.” 

 

Her soft brown hair was now plastered to her head by the sweat that poured from her hot little body.  She clung to my breasts as I tweaked a nipple with one hand and tweaked her clit with the other.  She was breathless and twitching as I fingered her up the orgasmic ladder.  I knew she was about to cum when I decided I couldn’t wait any longer.  I positioned myself in the opposite direction on the bed while keeping my fingers working.  I squirmed to get my pussy close to her panting mouth and offered myself to her.  She moaned before deliriously attacking my wet pussy with her lips.  She didn’t quite know what to do but I believed she wasn’t thinking anyway, just reacting.  I fingered her while she sort of sucked on me.

 

“Oh God,” I cried as my orgasm overwhelmed me.  I’d never before climaxed so instantly in all my life.

 

Julia’s newest orgasm wasn’t a crashing wave but a slowly building tremor until she too was cumming; the proximity of her screaming lips vibrating my pussy into a fantastic aftershock.  Now we were both bathed in sweat.  We fell asleep, naked and entangled.

 

Part of me would have liked to see the look on Phil’s face when he got home and saw us together in his bed—his daughter and his wife.  Luckily, I awoke as he was about to rouse Julia.

 

“Phil, honey...leave her be, okay?”

 

“But where am I gonna sleep?  ...And why is she naked?”

 

“Sssssh...she’s not...um...feeling that well.  A slight fever.  I was comforting her.”

 

“But...but...why are YOU naked?”

 

“Oh hush up!  I was warm and she seemed to like it that way.  Now go downstairs while I get her into her own bed.  Let me do it.”

 

Phil looked more confused than angry as he stormed off.  I woke Julia with a kiss.  Her smile was spectacular.  She said, “I love being your girlfriend,” as she dreamily ran her hand over my exposed breasts.  “Can we do that some more?”

 

“Sssssh, not now hon,” I whispered.  “Your dad’s home and now you have to go to your own room.”

 

I helped her pull her nightgown back on while explaining that her father had seen us naked in bed and would likely ask a bunch of questions.  I explained how I said she’d been ill, and she promised to stick to that story.  A kiss on the cheek, a pat on the ass and a promise for tomorrow sent her back to her own bed.

 

I put the silk nightie back on, thinking that maybe Phil might want something, and I was still horny.  Instead he climbed into bed and promptly fell asleep—clueless.  Not even another question about Julia and me.

 

When I came home from work the next day, Julia was waiting for me.  “Hi, girlfriend.  Did you have a nice day?” She said with an impish grin.

 

Before I could answer she was in my arms and we were kissing.  It had been difficult for me to not remember our lovemaking of the night before.  I thought about it all day and my pussy was wet and tingling with need.  I could only imagine how she dealt with her memories today.  I led her to the shower.

 

“I need one, sweetheart, so I can be fresh for you.” 

 

When she heard that, her arousal was palpably kicked up a notch or two.  Her skin was hot to the touch and she was gasping as I helped her out of her school clothes.  As her panties slid down, I saw rivulets of moisture on her thighs.  She breathlessly told me about her school friend Britt, who she’d lusted after, and how she didn’t care about her anymore since she “had” me as her girlfriend, and how she thought of me all day. A preteen, curious virgin yesterday, she was ready to be a woman today.

 

Under the hot shower spray I spent more time soaping her body than mine.  She purred like a kitten as I washed her pink skin, before she returned the favor and lathered my breasts and stomach.  All pretence was gone when the washcloth moved to my crotch.  She dropped the cloth and slipped her fingers between the folds of my pussy.  It seemed now she knew what to do with me.  I leaned down a bit to kiss her as the water rinsed the soap from our white-hot bodies.

 

We nearly ran to the bed.  In a 69 position (which was awkward for me as the taller of the two) we devoured each other’s pussies until our clits were quivering.  We both screamed at about the same time, our signals of ecstasy echoing around the bedroom.  I wasn’t going to let her relax; I still needed to caress—to devour—her more.  I repositioned myself on the bed until our pussies were together.  I began rocking my hips, rubbing the bald vulvas together, until she began to hump wildly against me.  Her cries began anew, increasing in pitch until becoming as a cymbal crash at the climactic moment in a symphony.  Her symphony kept playing as my overture started:  God’s finest music.

 

After we lay there awhile in the afterglow of our lovemaking, she sat up.  Hugging her knees close to her small form, she asked me what this all meant.

“Oh, honey, I knew as soon as you told me about Britt that you liked girls.  I’ve had sex with other women so I know the feeling all too well.  As for me being your girlfriend, you know we can’t do this all the time, don’t you?”

 

She nodded solemnly.  “And I know Dad can never find out.”

 

“Maybe someday you’ll change your mind and want to have sex with boys.  That’s okay too.  You just need to be careful so you don’t get hurt.”

 

Julia looked into my eyes and said “I love you, Mom.”  Her eyes moved downward as she said “I know you’re not really my mother, but I love you so much for how you, like, treat me and how you made me feel.”  She paused, then said “Dad is stupid for not...not...”

 

“Don’t worry about me...or your dad.  He’s made his choice and I’m making mine,” I said as I leaned closer to her.  “I will be your ‘girlfriend’...your lover...as long as you want me to be.  You make me feel good too.” 

 

Our lips met and this kiss lasted an eternity.

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