Chapter 28

“What went wrong… between you and your step-dad?” You couldn’t help the question slipping out, despite all your efforts to hold it in. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to!” Was the terrified follow-up, ashamed to be prying when your mouth was clearly supposed to be attending to other matters.

The drunken beauty gave you a long, hard look. Then simply stood up and away from your lapping tongue. You were abysmally afraid that a line had been crossed… until a curt, new command came: “Sit there. Drop the panties again.”

You sat in the chair she’d just exited, feeling its warmth against your uncovered behind. Feeling possibly even smaller than you had on the floor, as she stood over you with legs out wide and skirt bunched up around her hips. With a gasp, you realised what she intended only moments before it happened… She descended into your lap. The fearful erection her intimidating presence had instilled and inflicted upon you, suddenly finding itself becoming wrapped in warm flesh. You had never been inside anyone before. Never felt this embrace of your manhood that was supposed to be all a teenage boy craved. Yet she had claimed that virginity from you with barely more than a sigh. The warm, wet embrace of this older woman being just another notch among many, for her.

She towered over you still, your head barely level with her still-clothed breasts… and seemed content to just sit there, impaled on you. For now. She started talking again, granting you the story that you sought.

“I guess you’ve heard the reason him and mom broke up... when she threw us both out. I’d never got on with her… and I guess at the start, trying to flirt with my step-dad was just one of my ways at getting back at her. Only, it went further and further… and eventually I sort of realised I’d genuinely fallen in love with the ugly, old goof. We used to fix things together and drink beer and go round Rod’s to watch the game. When we ended up alone… it just seemed natural to move in together and start acting like a real couple.”

Nancy had pulled up her own top, peeling it over her head. Closely followed by a lacy, red bra that made yours look like the feeble prop it was. She pulled you in close to be buried amongst the flesh now uncovered and trap you in a world of only mammalian glory. Everything seemed soft and pink and it became very hard to tell which way was up… but still, the story continued:

“Only… knowing that it was all a bit fucked up to begin with just sorta… makes it easier for things to get out of hand. Both of us just started pushing the limits of what kinda kinky shit the other would agree too… and neither would ever say no. He’d go out drinking and meet some guys and bring them home to fuck me and I’d just do it in a heartbeat. Rod and Dave and sometimes Arjuun just became my daily list of vag-guests. Step-daddy used to say he loved to watch the smile on my face as another man fucked me, the smile that said: I wish this was you Daddy... but I know you’ll give me more later.”

The weight of those hips upon your lap began to lift up and slide down again. Movement you felt keenly through the pillar of pure sensitivity she had taken ownership over. It seemed she was using you to drum up memories of those far-away times… when it had been her first experiencing the joys of human bodies colliding. Though you were sure those lost invasions had been far… girthier... than yours.

“Only there was something else I was starting to think I wanted. More than anything else in the world. If we were going to the extremes of being a messed-up, sort-of-incestuous couple, then... I wanted him to put a baby in me. I wanted to feel a little stepbrother or stepsister grow inside my belly. It started to become just this utter obsession for me.”

This taboo revelation came with an increase of pace. She was riding you properly now, like a country girl on a rodeo bull. The thirst she had once felt for a bellyful of her own step-sibling still clearly setting off bonfires of arousal within the depths of this succubian creature. While you were nothing more than the window back to those yearnings. Once again, you had only instigated yourself in becoming a tool for another’s pleasure. Yet, the sensations that process began clouding over you, were thick and mind-clogging. You could see the younger girl she had once been, opening her legs for anyone her Step-daddy asked her to. Could feel the eagerness to delve further down that path, throbbing in her breast. It all began to add up and become twisted in with your own unsuitable desires. No wonder you seemed to feel such a connection with this terrifying magnificence of a woman.