I Came On Stepmom’s Tits

When I woke up, my hand was already wrapped around my rock-hard cock, my dreams filled with vivid replays of Lisa on her knees. The memory of her lips around me and her eyes looking up as she swallowed every drop … fuck. I stroked myself once, twice, then **** my hand away. This was insane … what had we done?

My dad trusted me. He’d never suspect his son and wife were … I couldn’t even finish the thought, but my guilt didn’t stop my cock from throbbing painfully against my boxers as I pulled them on.

I listened carefully at my bedroom door. Dad’s voice drifted up from downstairs. I’d have to face them both. Taking a deep breath, I headed down, trying to compose myself.

Lisa stood at the stove, her back to me, wearing nothing but a short silk robe in a deep emerald color that barely covered her ass. When she turned, I nearly tripped over my own feet. The robe gaped open at the top, revealing the deep valley between her breasts and the faint outline of her nipples pressing against the fabric.

“Morning, sport,” my dad said, not looking up from his newspaper.

“Good morning, Dan,” Lisa said, her voice honeyed and warm. She turned fully toward me, spatula in hand, and I watched transfixed as she deliberately leaned forward to place a plate of eggs on the counter. The movement caused her robe to fall open just enough for me to see the curve of her breast.

“Th-thanks,” I said, sliding onto a stool at the counter, grateful it would hide my instantly hardening cock.

Dad flipped a page in his newspaper, completely oblivious. Lisa moved around the kitchen, finding excuses to brush past me, her perfume making my head swim.

When Dad got up to refill his coffee, Lisa leaned close to place a glass of orange juice in front of me. Her lips nearly touching my ear, she whispered, “Sleep well, baby?”

“I, uh … yeah,” I stammered, feeling my face flush hot.

She smiled that knowing smile, the one that said she remembered exactly what my cum tasted like, and straightened up just as Dad returned to his seat.

“Big meeting today,” Dad said, glancing at his watch. “Might be home late again.”

“We’ll manage, won’t we, Dan?” Lisa said innocently, but the look in her eyes was anything but.

Dad gathered his things, kissed Lisa goodbye, and clapped me on the shoulder. “Don’t forget your assignment, alright?”

“Sure, Dad,” I replied, not meeting his eyes.

The front door closed behind him, and the house fell into a loaded silence. I stared at my half-eaten breakfast, suddenly unable to look at Lisa.

“Well,” she said, turning to face me. She leaned back against the counter, the movement causing her robe to fall open slightly. “Looks like someone’s still thinking about last night.”

My cock throbbed so hard I had to shift in my seat. “Lisa, about that … maybe we shouldn’t have—”

She crossed the kitchen in three steps, standing directly in front of me. One manicured finger pressed against my lips, silencing me. “Don’t overthink it.” She deliberately brushed against me as she moved past, her robe slipping to reveal even more of her cleavage. “Be good today … or don’t,” she added with a wink before sauntering out of the kitchen, tossing a lock of auburn hair over her shoulder.

I sat there, stunned and achingly hard, listening to her footsteps on the stairs. Gosh, she was sexy.

*****

An hour later, I was in my room trying to focus on my graphic design assignment. The cursor blinked accusingly on my laptop screen while my mind kept wandering back to Lisa’s mouth, her tongue and the way she’d moaned around my cock. I’d adjusted myself at least a dozen times, but the memory kept my dick straining against my jeans.

I started when I heard movement in the hallway. Lisa’s footsteps. Then she appeared in my doorway. She’d swapped the silk robe for tight black yoga pants that hugged every curve and a sports bra that gave her boobs a natural lift.

“Just doing some cleaning,” she said casually, bending over to pick up a sock from my floor. The position gave me a perfect view of her heart-shaped ass, the yoga pants stretching taut across her round cheeks.

My balls were turning blue. “Thanks.”

She straightened, her breasts bouncing. “No problem, sweetie, let me know if you need anything.” The emphasis she placed on “anything” made my cock twitch.

*****

Throughout the day, Lisa found excuses to walk past my room. Each time she’d be doing something innocent, carrying laundry, dusting, checking her phone, but always managing to bend, stretch or pose in ways that showed off her body. Once, she reached up to adjust a picture frame, her sports bra riding up to reveal the underside of her breasts, looking so creamy and soft. Another time, she stopped right in my doorway to tie her shoe, ass perfectly positioned for my view.

By mid-afternoon, I was a wreck. I’d tried jerking off in the bathroom just to relieve the pressure, but it only made me want her more. The graphic design project was a lost cause. I’d been staring at the same layer for an hour, my mind filled with the way she’d swallowed my cum.

I had to get my mind on something else, so I headed to the gym. I was pushing myself harder than usual, trying to exhaust my body enough that I wouldn’t think about Lisa. I added extra weight to my bench press, did more reps on the rowing machine and finished with some shoulder work. By the time I was done, my muscles were burning, especially across my upper back.

As I reached to grab my water bottle, a sharp pain shot through my right shoulder. “Fuck,” I hissed, dropping my arm quickly. I must have overdone it, trying to distract myself from thoughts of Lisa.

*****

When I got home, I was still wincing and rotating my shoulder, trying to work out the knot that had formed. I dropped my gym bag in the hallway and headed for the kitchen for some ice.

Lisa was there, leaning against the counter and scrolling through her phone. She’d changed into her yoga outfit again, the tight black pants and sports bra that left little to the imagination. She looked up when I entered, her expression immediately shifting from boredom to concern.

“Dan, what happened?” she asked, setting her phone down and moving toward me as I grimaced, trying to reach the freezer.

“Just pulled something at the gym,” I said, trying to play it off. “It’s nothing.”

Lisa’s eyes narrowed as she assessed me with a professional gaze. “Let me see,” she said, moving behind me and placing her hands gently on my shoulders. Even that light touch sent jolts of both pain and pleasure through me.

“Oh no, baby, you’ve really done a number on this,” she said, her fingers probing the knot in my shoulder. “Let me help. I’m great with my hands.”

My cock twitched at her choice of words, memories of those hands wrapped around me flooding back. “I’ll be fine,” I said weakly, but Lisa was already steering me toward the stairs.

“Don’t be stubborn. This is what stepmoms are for,” she said with a wink. “To take care of their boys when they’re hurting.”

She led me to my room and closed the door behind us. “Take off your shirt and lie face-down on the bed,” she said, her voice shifting to a more authoritative tone.

I hesitated only briefly before pulling my t-shirt over my head, wincing. Lisa watched appreciatively as I revealed my chest and abs, still pumped from the workout.

“Look at you,” she murmured. “All grown up and so strong.”

I lay down on my stomach, heart pounding against the mattress. I heard Lisa going to her bedroom, moving around, and opening and closing drawers.

“Always prepared,” she said, coming back and closing the door. I turned my head to see her holding a bottle of massage oil. “Real estate can be physically demanding too. I keep this for my own knots.”

The bed dipped as she climbed on, and then I felt her warm weight settling across my lower back as she straddled me. Her yoga pants were thin enough that I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. My cock immediately began to harden against the mattress.

“Just relax,” Lisa said, and I heard the cap of the bottle open. A moment later, warm oil drizzled onto my back, followed by the sensation of her hands spreading it across my skin.

“God, you’re so tense,” she said, her thumbs digging into the muscles around my shoulder blades. Her hands were surprisingly strong, but also soft and feminine as they glided over my skin.

I couldn’t hold back a groan as she found a particularly tight spot. “Right there,” I mumbled into the pillow.

“Mmm, you’re so tense,” she said softly, leaning forward to put more pressure on the knot. As she did, I felt her hips shift, and the warmth and slight dampness of her pussy pressed more firmly against my lower back through her yoga pants.

Her hands moved lower, thumbs digging into the muscles along my spine, working their way down to my mid-back. With each movement, she rocked slightly, creating a subtle grinding motion against me. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional, but it was driving me crazy.

“How does that feel?” she asked, her voice huskier than before.

“Amazing,” I said, trying not to move my hips against the mattress.

Lisa worked her way back up to my shoulders, then down my arms, massaging each muscle. All the while, her thighs gripped my sides, and I could feel her getting warmer and slightly wetter against my back. She was enjoying this as much as I was.

As her hands worked back up to my neck, she leaned forward again, her breasts brushing against my back as she whispered in my ear, “I can feel how hard you are against the mattress. “Let me help you with that too.”

Gently, she flipped me over onto my back. My erection made a visible tent in my gym shorts, straining against the fabric. Lisa straddled my thighs, her eyes locked on the bulge. She licked her lips slowly, a predatory smile spreading across her face.

“Poor thing,” she said, running one finger along the outline of my cock. “Still hard from last time? Let stepmom take care of you again.”

My hips bucked involuntarily at her touch. “Please,” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for.

Lisa leaned forward, her lips brushing my ear. “Remember though, no sex. Dad can never know about us.” Her hand continued to trace the length of my shaft through my shorts, teasing me mercilessly.

Finding my courage, I reached up to cup one of her breasts through her sports bra. “Can I at least see your tits?” I asked.

She sat back, eyebrows raised in amusement. “Of course, darling,” she said, reaching behind her back to unhook her sports bra. “That’s just helping my favorite boy relax.”

The bra came off, revealing her magnificent breasts. They were even better than I’d imagined, full, round D-cups with large pink nipples and areolas. They sat high and proud on her chest, defying gravity in a way that made my mouth water, and they had a natural cleavage that could easily catch a pen.

“Fuck, Lisa,” I said, reaching up to cup their weight in my hands. They were soft yet firm, but so round I could barely fill them in my hands.

“You like stepmom’s tits?” she asked, arching her back to push them further into my hands.

“They’re perfect,” I said honestly, brushing my thumbs across her thick nipples.

Lisa moaned at my touch, then reached for the waistband of my gym shorts. “Let’s take care of this now,” she said, tugging them down along with my boxers. My cock sprang free, slapping against my stomach.

She wrapped her hand around my shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip. “You were so good last time,” she said, her eyes fixed on my cock as pre-cum beaded at the tip. “Let’s see if you can last longer today.”

I groaned as she leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick the drop of pre-cum from my slit. “Hmm,” she hummed, looking up at me through her lashes. “Still tastes like young cock. Your dad could never stay this hard for me.”

The comparison to my father should have bothered me, but instead it sent a thrill of forbidden pleasure through me. I was harder for her than he was, better for her.

Lisa settled between my legs, her breasts hanging tantalizingly as she positioned herself. “Look at me while I suck you, baby,” she said, her lips hovering just above my tip. “Watch your mommy swallow you whole.”

Her mouth descended on me, warm and wet, taking just the head at first. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive ridge, making me gasp. One hand gripped the base firmly while the other cupped and massaged my balls.

“Oh god,” I moaned, propping myself up on my elbows to watch her as instructed.

Slowly, inch by inch, she took more of me into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, creating incredible pressure that had me fighting not to thrust upward. When she reached about halfway down my shaft, she pulled back up, leaving my cock glistening with her saliva.

“So big,” she murmured, placing wet kisses along the side of my shaft as if worshipping my length. “I love how you fill my mouth.”

She dove back down, this time taking me deeper, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm. When I felt the back of her throat, she pushed further, taking me all the way until her nose pressed against my pubic bone. A soft gagging sound escaped her as she held me there, her throat constricting around my tip.

“Holy shit,” I gasped, my hands finding their way into her hair.

Lisa pulled off with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. She pumped me with her hand while catching her breath. “You like it when I gag on your big cock?”

“Yes,” I said, my hips moving in time with her strokes. “It feels amazing.”

She smiled wickedly before taking me deep again, making sucking sounds that had me seeing stars. Just as I felt the familiar tightening that signaled I was getting close, she pulled away completely.

“Not yet,” she said playfully, giving my cock a light slap that made it bob against my stomach. “I’m not done playing.”

Lisa guided my hands to her breasts again. “Touch me while I suck you,” she said, leaning forward to run her tongue from my balls all the way to the tip in one long lick.

I kneaded her soft boobs, pinching her nipples gently as she worked me with her mouth. The dual sensations were overwhelming: the wet heat of her mouth and the soft fullness of her breasts in my hands.

After a few more minutes of sucking, Lisa pulled away and moved up my body. She pressed her breasts together, creating a deep valley between them. “Want to feel these wrapped around you?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Please,” I begged, beyond any shame now.

She positioned my cock between her breasts, pressing them together around my shaft. The sight alone nearly made me come, my cock disappearing between those perfect tits, the head poking out at the top when she pushed down.

“Fuck my tits, baby,” she said.

I felt the pressure building at the base of my spine, that telltale tightening that meant I couldn’t hold back much longer. Lisa’s perfect tits squeezed around my shaft while she spat between them to keep everything slick and wet. The head of my cock appeared and disappeared between those magnificent breasts with each thrust.

“Lisa,” I gasped, my hips jerking erratically. “I’m gonna come soon.”

She looked up at me with those hungry eyes, never stopping the rhythm of her tits sliding up and down my length. “Where do you want it, baby? Tell me where you want to finish.”

My brain short-circuited at the question, a thousand porn scenarios flashing through my mind at once. But there was only one answer that felt right.

“On your tits,” I said. “I want to cover your perfect tits.”

Lisa’s smile turned wicked as she increased her pace, squeezing her breasts tighter around my throbbing cock. “Yes,” she said. “Paint stepmom’s big tits with your hot load.”

That was all it took. I felt the dam break as my orgasm crashed through me. She pulled back slightly, still holding her breasts together but aiming my cock directly at her chest. The first rope of cum shot out with surprising ****, landing in a thick white streak across her left breast. The second and third followed immediately, crisscrossing her chest and coating her nipples. I kept coming, more than I thought possible, until her big tits were glazed with my seed.

“Oh my god,” I said, watching as drops of my cum slid down the slopes of her breasts.

Lisa looked down at her cum-covered chest with obvious satisfaction. “Look how much you had saved up for me,” she said, running a finger through the mess. She brought it to her lips and sucked it clean, moaning like she was tasting something delicious. “Hmm, so thick and sweet.”

I watched in awe as she gathered more of my cum with her fingers, licking each one clean while maintaining eye contact. Then, in a move straight out of my deepest fantasies, she leaned down and used her tongue to lap directly at her breast, collecting a pool of cum that had gathered in her cleavage.

After she’d cleaned most of it off, she leaned forward and placed a kiss on the sensitive tip of my softening cock, making me twitch from the overstimulation.

“Stay right there,” she whispered, sliding off the bed. She disappeared into my bathroom, returning moments later with a warm, damp washcloth. She sat beside me and gently cleaned the remaining traces of our activity from my cock and stomach.

The tenderness of the gesture felt almost more intimate than what we’d just done. I watched her face as she cared for me, struck by how beautiful she looked even with her hair slightly mussed and mascara smudged from her enthusiastic blowjob.

She tossed the washcloth aside and stood, adjusting her robe that had fallen open. Her eyes met mine, a mischievous glint dancing in them as she leaned down close to my ear.

“Our little secret keeps getting better,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. “Next time dad’s away longer … maybe we’ll push the boundary just a tiny bit.”

Before I could respond, she placed a kiss on my cheek and straightened up, giving me one last view of her boobs before retying her robe. With a wink that promised so much more, she slipped out of my room, closing the door behind her.

To be continued.