Claire Comes Downstairs

"My goodness, what is all this noise!" comes a muffled voice from the top of the stairs. "Your father has work tomorrow, what is going on in ---OH MY GOD!" Just as your orgasm subsides, the kitchen door swings open to reveal your stepmom Claire.

"Oh heyyyyy" you offer, nonchalantly. Your busty stepsister is mess of sweat and cum, panting loudly as you hold her head in your hands. Hands clasped to her face in shock, Claire's face goes white as she registers the scene in front of her. "What's up, Claire?"

Though she was your stepmom, you had always called her by her first name. Partially out of respect to your actual mother, but also because Claire was closer in age to you than she was to your father. It just felt weird...for a lot of reasons.

"David, what the hell are you doing?!" she harshly whispered as her brain tried to comprehend what it was seeing.

"Well, I caught this one sneaking out," you reply, letting go of Melanie and wiping your hands with a nearby dish towel. "So, I figured I'd better teach her what happens to sneaky sluts." You step over Melanie's prone frame on the ground - not bothering to put your pants back on - crossing the room to the fridge to grab another long-neck beer. You loudly crack it open with your palm and take a long swig.

"DAVID! Those drinks are not yours to take! And do not call your sister a slut!" You chuckle at Claire's weak attempt at discipline.

"Why shouldn't I?" you say, taking another long drink from your beer. "She IS a slut. Look at her," you offer, motioning to Melanie's topless frame on the cold, kitchen floor. "I mean, like mother, like daughter...." you mutter.

"DAVID!" Claire exclaims. "How dare you! What has gotten into you?!"

"What? Just calling it like I see it," you offer, finishing your beer before cracking open another. "Not like you married my dad for his personality. He doesn't HAVE one. He's rich, you're young, dumb and hot. I figured that much out when I was fucking 12." Claire is aghast, but there isn't much she can do to refute you.

Claire first started working your dad's desk as his secretary - just barely 25 years old herself. And six months later, your dad surprised everyone when he came home and announced he was filing for divorce. It felt like it came out of nowhere, but he started bringing Claire to the house, it wasn't hard to figure out. And while you resented your dad for blowing up your life over some pussy, seeing the redheaded bombshell at least softened that stance.

Your friends in high school often made excuses to come over and use your pool on the off chance Claire might be out tanning that day. It was embarrassing, but you also couldn't blame them - you'd were just as excited to see a tall, statuesque redhead in a barely-there bikini, flaunting her natural DDD-cups. Top that all off with tanned and freckled skin, a tight ass and fiery red hair and it was a hard combination to beat - even with your two smoke-show sisters in the house. In fact, people often mistook Claire for your sister rather than your stepmom. And now, after years of secretly stroking to her, here was your chance to finally release all that pent up sexual tension. You could feel your mouth salivating at the opportunity in front of you.

"For what it's worth, you raised an ELITE cocksucker," you say, motioning towards the motionless Melanie. Claire is clearly frazzled and can't stop glancing from your face over to where Melanie lies on the ground, barely awake and her huge tits spilling out from beneath her. "The two blowjobs she gave me today might the best head I've ever gotten." You take a step towards Claire and while she takes a step back, her ass bumps against the counter behind her.

"David, are you sick? Melanie is your sister!" As appalled as she might be, she hadn't left. And you could see her taking erstwhile glances at your naked cock between your legs.

"STEP-sister," you quickly correct her. You chug the rest of your beer and place the bottle on the counter while cornering your stepmother. "And I'm not sick. Not at all. Just still horny."

Even now, Claire still had the most elite body in the neighborhood and wasn't shy about showing it off. You peel open her robe with one finger to reveal her Victoria's Secret pajamas. She wore a pair of shorts - emblazoned with tiny pink hearts - with a high slit to expose her thigh and the tight curve of her ass. That went along with a tank top that was probably a size too small to accentuate her outrageous cleavage and thin enough that her hard, bare nipples threaten to poke through.

"You know, when I went out on the patio earlier and fucked Melanie's tits..." Claire gasps, but you continue. "I was actually looking for yours" You point a finger in the center of her chest before tracing it along the tops of her cleavage. Your cock is already stirring back to life, steadily growing as the tip brushes against Claire's leg. "Do you know how many times I jerked myself to sleep thinking about fucking these things?"

"David, that's very inappropriate," she says in a soft voice, squirming under your familiar touch. "What would your father think if he came downstairs right now?"

"Who gives a fuck?" you sneer before roughly grabbing her tits with both hands. "That old horny fuck would probably join in. And who could blame him, these things are incredible. The old man's got good taste in whores, I'll give him that."

Claire clearly can't believe what she's hearing from her normally quiet, reserved stepson. Backed into a literal corner, she freezes up while your hands reach up her top to roughly squeeze her breasts. "Fuuuuck me, that's good," you mumble, humping against her leg while your hands slowly knead her soft tits. Soon, there's a sticky trail of precum across her thick, muscular thigh. One hand releases her tits and reaches around to grab a healthy handful of her ass, finding it just as soft and warm. You reach up under her shorts to grip the cheek tight as the humping quickens.

"David, ugh, please, ugh, I need to check on your, ugh, sister," Claire demands while trying to wiggle free.

You cast a glance over your shoulder at your big-titted sister on the floor and a sinister idea enters your brain. You can't help but to smile wide as you turn back towards your stepmother. You can see the nervous energy on her face. "OK, let's check on her, MOM." There's an unnerving polite tone to your words, and the final emphasis is foreboding.

You step back and beckon Claire to where your sister still lies, quietly snoozing. She cautiously steps forward before kneeling down. "Melanie?" she says, shaking her by the shoulder. "Hmmm...whaaa?" Melanie gurgles with fluttering eyes.

As soon as she starts to stir, you make your next move. You grab Claire by the shoulders, pushing her to the ground and yanking her top up to reveal her fat, freckled tits. "David!" she shrieks. You ignore it, climbing on top of her and shove your dry cock between her breasts. "Push them together, mom."

With you sitting on top of her, she doesn't really have much choice but to obey, and slowly wraps her cleavage around your dry cock. You place your hands on top of hers and squeeze tigheter, then let a long glob of spit drop down as lube. Moments later, her back slides against the floor as you hump her from above, lustily pumping your stepmom's cleavage and softly grunting.

"Unf, I feel closer to you already, Mom," you tease. After years of **** teasing, the floodgates were open on your lustful fantasies. Your balls drag against Claire's fat stomach, and the tip of your cock jams up under her chin with each thrust. Claire only grimaces in response, looking ready to crawl out of her skin, but still dutifully holding her tits together for your benefit.

With your sensitivity dropped after chugging three beers so quickly, you continue humping your stepmom's tits for as long as you please. And you tease the motionless Claire the entire time, pulling at her sensitive, pink nipples while derisively calling her "Mom".

Of course, the disrespect only makes you more horny, quickening your pace. The faster and harder your drive your hips, the deeper your cock plumbs into the depths of the pillowy abyss. Instead of simply grazing her chin, your cock now bumps up against Claire's neck while her sweaty skin squeaks against the tiled floor.

You release her tits from your overly-attentive grip and pull her head up, neck craned uncomfortably towards you. "Open wide, Mom..." you instruct in a sing-song voice.

"David, please, don't do th-MMMMPH!" Interrupted by a thick slab of man-meat, Claire chokes and mumbles continued protests before you retreat back into her cleavage. "David, please, not in the kitch-MMMPH!" And again. This continues for who-knows-how-long. Soon, you hear a muffled grown to your left. Melanie's eyes finally open as she awakes. "Mom?" she asks. "MEH-NAH-NEE!" Claire mumbles through a mouthful of cock.

"Oh, look who's up! Just in time for the big finish!" Almost on cue, you groan and pull your cock out of Claire's warm mouth. "Smile, Mom!" you loudly grunt, pumping your slick cock as fast as you can.

"David, no!" Claire shrieks, but it's far too late. You groan one last time as your cock erupts, covering your gorgeous, ginger stepmom in thick, pungent ropes of jism. Painted like a canvas, Claire is soon covered in dozens of criss-crossed streaks of cum from her forehead down to her voluptuous tits. Eyes and mouth slammed shut, Claire can't bear to witness this final humiliation, but Melanie has a front-row seat to the embarrassment. Sitting up now, she watches with her hand over her mouth, tits still hanging out in covered in red streaks from your earlier manhandling.

"Ughhhh, fuck. Like mother, like daughter," you grunt, wiping the last dribbles of cum onto Claire's bare stomach before standing up to admire your work. Your stepmother and stepsister - probably wishing they'd stayed in bed tonight - are coated in dried streaks of your jizz. It feels like you've marked them as your own officially, but there's still one family member you haven't introduced to the new you: your younger sister Rachel.

"Mel, clean Mom up and I'll be back soon," you command while grabbing the rest of the six pack from the fridge. With that you head back up the stairs and leave the two stunned cum-catchers on the cold, kitchen floor.