Chapter 4

Evan took a glass into the bathroom, quickly whacked off a load into it, and then went back to the kitchen to pour some milk over top, creating a creamy white, frothy concoction that would make his sexy stepsister stop being such a bitch to him. The afternoon was turning out to be the hottest of the year so far, so he was sure it wouldn’t be long before...

“Going out!”

Hearing the front door slam, Evan left the glass on the kitchen counter and quickly moved to the living room window in time to see his stepsister running down the sidewalk. Fuck!

“Aah...”

Frowning, Evan headed back into the kitchen to see his sweating stepmother, dressed for gardening, holding the milk glass. It was already half empty.

“Mm! Oh, that hit the spot! I was planting some azaleas but it’s so hot out there,” the capri-clad woman explained before tilting back the rest of the sperm-tainted milk.

Evan didn’t even try to stop her. The half she’d already consumed would have been enough. “I, uh, I gotta go...”

“Ohh...” Celia moaned and stumbled. The glass dropped to the floor and shattered.

“Mom!” Evan stepped forward to grab her but it was too late. Her bare foot stepped onto one of the shards and she gasped, grimaced in pain, and fell backwards. He managed to catch her before she hit while somehow avoiding the glass himself. As he held her, she blinked at him with a look on her face that he’d come to recognize from the other women who had tasted his cum.

“Ohh, my brave hero...” She caressed his face. “ ... so much like your father...”

“Uh, we need to look at your foot.” He put her arm around his shoulder and circumnavigated the shards of glass, heading toward the bathroom while keeping her dainty, lacerated foot aloft. There, they found that she hadn’t put her full weight down so the cut was shallow and easily bandaged.

“I feel so strange,” she commented as she wiped her arm across her glistening forehead.

She was wearing one of those kerchiefs to keep her dark hair swept back and Evan couldn’t help but think of how cute it made her look. He had to get away before something happened that he couldn’t take back, but he couldn’t just leave her there with a damaged foot. “Too much sun ... maybe you should lay down?” Then he winced ... her bed was the last place he wanted to be near!

She held her hands out and he helped her into her bedroom. Once again the voluptuous woman’s perfume filled his senses, along with the salty scent of her sweat. He tilted her toward the bed but she clamped her arm around him and took him down with her. Surprised, Evan found himself underneath the warm body of his curvy stepmother, their faces mere inches away. “Mom?” Then she was kissing him and rubbing her mature body into his. When had his cock become hard? He didn’t know, but now their pelvises were grinding together and they were both panting. He could feel his own willpower dissipating as his passion mounted. He’d had a confusing crush on his stepmother ever since he’d been able to have erections, and now here she was, bearing down upon him, their clothes the only thing keeping the forbidden circuit from completing. “We ... we can’t...” he moaned into her mouth.

“I’m so lonely ... please, Evan...” She reared up upon him and unfastened her shirt, revealing a surprisingly sexy black lace bra that held back her large breasts. A moment later, the titsling was gone and her D-cup boobs were in his face, magnificent, torpedo-like, warm bags of fun that practically smothered him.

“Oh God...” he moaned and took one of her hard, conical nipples into his mouth. A dark part of his mind whispered to him that her daughter Shannon had done this very thing as a baby eighteen years before.

“Yesss...” she moaned, “suck them, my handsome boy...” She reached down to unfasten his jeans.

When he felt her warm hand surround his incredibly hard dick he froze. He couldn’t do this to his father! He pulled off of the magnificent mammary. “Mom! We can’t ... please stop.”

She looked down at his cock. “But ... you want me ... I can feel it ... please?” She gave it an experimental stroke.

“No!” He pushed his stepmother off of him.

“Oww...”

He saw that she had bumped her bandaged foot on the wall next to the bed as she fell onto her back. “Shit! I’m sorry, Mom!”

“No, I’m sorry, Evan ... I don’t know what came over me. I’m just a silly, frumpy old woman.” She pulled the comforter over herself to hide her bare breasts.

“You’re not frumpy, and you’re not even forty,” he told her as he retreated to the bedroom door while attempting to tuck his erection back into his pants. “You’re very beautiful, but also my stepmom, so...”

“I love you,” she sniffled.

“Love you too.” Then he closed the door behind. “Jesus,” he huffed as he headed to his own room to take care of the insistent stiffy. However, after laying back on his own bed, he only managed to masturbate for a minute before he heard his bedroom door creak open.

“Evan?”

Celia was standing there, balancing on her good foot and staring at his cock with a renewed hunger. Her shirt had been partially re-buttoned, but without her bra so her pronounced cleavage led the way.

He stopped stroking. “Mom ... we can’t...”

She hobbled forward. “I did that to you ... I should be the one to help you.” Then she was on the bed with him.

“We can’t,” he repeated.

She moved his hand and replaced it with hers. “No sex ... I’m just lending a helping hand.” She started stroking.

“Ohh Godd...” he moaned and lay back. He was done arguing. He had to cum!

Celia stroked him at a leisurely pace, her eyes locked onto his manhood. When she noticed her stepson was staring at her bobbling cleavage, she used her other hand to unfasten the last buttons on her shirt. With some quick movements, she shrugged it off to reveal her naked torso.

“Can I cum on your ti-- uh, breasts?” he gasped a few minutes later.

“Yes, do it! Cum on my tits!” She sped up her stroking and moved forward, aiming his purple-helmeted yogurt thrower right at her D-cups.

“Ohhfuuck!”

“Ooh...” Celia moaned as she felt his hot cum splash on one prominent nipple before aiming him at the other. Then, as his spurts started to peter out, she moved forward to take the rest of his load onto her cleavage. When he was done, she flipped onto her back to lick at her own chest as best she could, shoveling the rest of his cum into her mouth. “Mmm! You taste so good, Evan...”

“Are you feeling, uh, better?” he asked her.

“Mmm ... yeah...” she sighed as she lay back contentedly.

He wondered if he could use his cum as an oral method to wean his stepmother and Mrs. Williamson off of him. It seemed a risky proposition, but he had been able to control himself with Celia. His cock gave a twitch at the idea of filling his curvy stepmother with his seed and he shook his head to clear it.

After she left his room, he checked his phone. Mrs. W had messaged him again asking to ‘talk’, but the last ‘conversation’ with the MILF had gotten out of hand and resulted in a fresh load of his cum inside her sexy body. He ignored the older woman’s messages and hoped that she wouldn’t show up at his house.

Evan took a nap and when he got up he was greeted warmly by his stepmother in a low-cut, flowy but tight dress that showed off her incredible cleavage, womanly hips, and shapely legs. He thought he might have to fight her off, but she only gave him a hug, though with a quick lick up the edge of one ear that made his cock lurch in his pants.

“Don’t expect me to hug you like that,” Shannon said from behind them as she trudged back to her room, soda in hand. Clearly she hadn’t seen the unmotherly tongue action.

“Can I come to your bed tonight?” Celia whispered into his ear, the ASMR tingling up his spine.