Mother’s Man
Eyes of blue, filled with lust, bore in to me from across the kitchen. I can feel them on my chest. He wants me so bad. My heart is racing and it's getting hard to swallow. I can't stop thinking - this is so wrong. But it'd feel so right... My mother just called to let us know she was working late tonight. She would never forgive me. If she ever found out... Not to mention, it wouldn't even be legal. I mean, I'm 17. He's a 43-year-old accountant. This isn't the relationship we should have. But it's the one you want... As my step-dad, he should just be driving me to the mall to hang out with my friends right? And maybe running his hand up your thigh on the way. He should be bringing my mom tulips and taking her to dinner. And coming to you for dessert. And he should be... he should be teaching me how to drive a stick shift. He could certainly teach you how to ride...
No more time to think. He's walking towards me! My palms are getting sweaty as he nears. He leans against the granite counter just a few inches from me, with those beautiful blue eyes wandering all over my body. I gulp a little as he reaches up a masculine hand to tuck a strand of my silky hair behind my ear. He stops.
"I never noticed you had a freckle there before...", he says gently. Trying not to stutter, I ask, "Where?". He sweetly pulls my face closer to him and turns it so he can kiss my earlobe. "Right here", he whispers, nibbling it now. My hands are trembling just a bit. He starts planting kisses down my neck until he lands on my collarbone. My heart is racing at this point. This is going too far. But those warm, soft lips feel so good on your skin...
He grabs the bottom of my shirt and swiftly pulls it over my head. He starts unbuttoning his shirt as he kisses my breasts. After his shirt is off, he reaches back and unclasps my bra. He immediately pushes my breasts together and starts licking my sweet, pink nipples. His hot tongue is giving me cold chills. It's time to show him what you want.
I grab his belt and undo the buckle, sliding his pants down his muscular legs. For the first time, he looks in to my eyes, as if to ask if I'm ready. I answer by wrapping my arms around his neck and fiercely kissing him. After my affirmation, we let completely loose. We wildly kiss and claw at each other, ripping every shred of clothing off and throwing them everywhere - my panties in the sink, his boxers on the stove. I feel his hand slide in between my legs and my heart skips a beat. He starts to rub me gently, but I'm already dripping with desire. Wasting no time, he inserts a finger, then two deep inside. Oh my god, why have we waited so long?!
He picks me up and softly lays me on the table. The cool wood feels good against my hot skin. He separates my legs and starts swirling his tongue gently against me. He pauses to kiss my breasts again and drag his tongue down my stomach, back to my slit. His saliva on my skin makes me tingle as the air hits it and makes it feel cold. He makes love to me with his mouth until I can't take it anymore. I pull him up to a standing position and scoot to the very edge of the table for easier access. He starts off slow, rubbing the head of his hard penis against my clit. Then, he starts to insert himself. One inch...two... The whole length of him! I arch my back at the painful pleasure.
No more gentleness or slow lovemaking. He starts fucking me - pounding himself deep inside of me over and over again. He uses one hand to hold my legs up and one to play with my clit. It's sending me over the top. Oh god.. He's breathing hard now, moaning. He's getting closer and so am I. He's playing with my clit so fast and OH MY GOD! I'm coming. Not just coming - squirting. And he's coming! It's the most intense thing I've ever felt in my whole life. We're both just left panting and in a sweaty state of awe. We're both also wondering what to do now.
He manages to break the tension by mumbling, "So uhm.. Your mom will be home in an hour or so I think...". Obviously, I know this. I nod awkwardly, waiting for him to say more. His eyes light up with an idea. "Maybe tomorrow I could drive you to the movies, you know, to hang out with some friends". I'm catching his drift. I smile and hint, "Sure, and maybe we could make a pit stop along the way". He winks and goes off to shower. I have a feeling there will be a whole lot more than just thigh touches tomorrow.