Redefining the Relationship
by maxathron
Copyright© 2022 by maxathron
Incest Sex Story: It’s a Friday morning, Dad is gone, it’s only two of us in the house. I wake up smelling fresh pancakes. I follow the smell, finding her in the kitchen butt naked with only an apron on.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Cream Pie Oral Sex Petting .
It’s Friday morning. I saw the light coming into my window and stretched and yawned myself from the sleep that didn’t quite last as long as I would have liked. The birds were chirping but I know that I needed to get up. It’s a wonderful day and I’m hungry. I trundled into the bathroom, shower, brush, and did my business. My bedroom and bathroom are on the far side of the house so it’s unlikely that anyone has heard my rise and shine. I checked my phone. Dad sent a text: He’s away on another business trip. He’ll be gone the whole week until Monday next week. Ten days of just the house to myself and my stepmom.
Dad and my real mom had me but over the years she couldn’t handle him and so left him early into my childhood. We’re not sure if she just doesn’t want to contact us or she really left for greener pastures. I was in my late twenties and finished college but stayed home with Dad when the Rona hit and the two of us decided that I’d get a local job and help around the house. When I moved back home, I found out he had remarried with a sexy little brown eye brown hair woman. She’s obviously a trophy wife. Stepmom was younger than me and in her early twenties. She said she’s from somewhere in eastern Europe and speaks Russian and Ukrainian. Her English is good enough to pass for a native speaker here, though she had a sensual eastern accent.
Getting out of the bathroom, hair wetted but dry enough from the towel, I smelled the smell of pancakes. I breathed in the aroma and sighed. Pancakes are one of my favorite breakfast foods. Stepmom must be making them. While Stepmom is a trophy wife, she’s also a housewife. It’s not uncommon for her to cook and clean and make the house ship shape. I help her when I need to and do the majority of the mechanical work.
I came out of my corner of the house and into the kitchen following that oh so delicious fragrant. When I rounded the corner, I stopped mid track and drew in my breath. Standing at the counter top facing away from me was my Stepmom. She’s butt naked with only an apron to cover her front. I couldn’t help myself; my cock went hard at the sight of her fit little body. I would have given anything to put it in her and fuck her to multiple orgasms.
Unfortunately for me, Stepmom heard my footsteps.
“Don’t be shy, Honey. Come here and give me a big wake up hug. I’ve been feeling a bit lonely and could use your big strong arms wrapped around me.”
She doesn’t know if it’s me or Dad. But ‘Honey’ is a term she normally reserves for Dad, so it seems like she didn’t see Dad’s text about his business trip.
Heart racing a bit, I calm myself and does what she asks. This might be a lucky break. I would be able to feel her skin against mine. And hopefully, when she does realize that I’m not Dad, she won’t be upset because technically she did not specify who she was talking to. Besides, I’m speechless and a little groggy. I could say I didn’t notice what she was, or really, wasn’t wearing. It should be fine!
I embraced Stepmom from behind in a big hug. I pressed my body into hers. She sighed, enjoying the feeling of my arms around her arms and her body. My figure is roughly the same as Dad’s, though obviously he looks older. Her eyes must be closed because she starts up again.
“I love the feeling of my big strong man wrapping his arms around me. You make me feel so safe. Here, nuzzle my neck like you like to do.”
I certainly liked that and did it. I nuzzled into her neck, taking my time to graze it with my lips. I lightly tugged on her earlobes with my lips and get a small moan from Stepmom.
I quickly considered my situation. Here I was, giving my sexy little Stepmom a sensual hug, one that could not be mistaken as appropriate between mother and son, and decided that I’m in the shit if she opened her eyes and saw what’s up. As such, I decided to go forward and see how far along I could go until the inevitable came.
I pulled my arms away from hers and quickly transferred them to her hips. Stepmom had this nice thin shapely figure that she formed from hours at the gym and yoga. She’s not overly muscular, but her body was toned with enough fat in all the right places to turn a lot of heads when she decides to show off her body a bit. This is precisely why Dad married her. She would look good on his arm at the business.
“Oh, Honey, yes, grab my waist like that. I love your hands holding me in place. Press into my back a bit. Pin me to the counter so I can’t move as much.”
I complied with her request. My hands however were not idle. They slipped under the apron and I slowly massaged her skin. This elicited a few more little sighs from her. I moved my hands upwards and cupper her breasts. Stepmom had these wonderful B-cup boobs that looked large on her body. I thought they were just perfect. I grasped them and kneaded her breasts in my hands. I made sure to also give her nipples a pinch. She gasped. But she didn’t turn around. Eyes must still be closed as well.
Stepmom squirmed on the countertop front and into my body. My body had the natural reaction and my cock inflated. It butted into her. She had to know what it was doing. Stepmom kept up the action, wiggling her ass into my crotch, getting my cock nice and hard.
“What do we have here? Is my naughty Honey getting all hot and bothered?”
I responded by pinching her nipples again.
“Oooh, I like that. Not now, though. You’ll just have to soldier on for a bit longer.”
The things she was making me feel. The show must go on, though.
I kept massaging and groping her left breast but my right arm left hers and migrated its way down her stomach. It left to go around the countertop but made its way back to her front and down into her nether. I did not penetrate her with my fingers just yet; just rubbed them back and forth. Her response was to moisten at the entrance to her pussy.
“Mmm, yeah, Honey. That’s the stuff.”
Stepmom’s response was a little off pitch. I chalked it up to her biting her lower lip and then trying to speak. I was doing right. So far so good.
I slipped my middle finger into her sex. She moaned. A good long moan.
“Fuck, Honey. So good. So good. Keep going.”
I slipped my index finger in as well and started to finger her properly. She made all sorts of cute noises, moans, and sighs as I did this. Eventually, after what seemed like a long time, but probably closer to two minutes, she started to shudder. Stepmom had an orgasm. I made her orgasm.
As she calmed down from her orgasmic high, Stepmom continued.
“Oh, Honey, that was wonderful. It was so wonderful. You made me feel so good. I think it’s high time that I started to repay the favor.”
With that, Stepmom undid the knot on her apron and pulled it from her body and tossed it to the floor. She made a few more wiggles into my rock hard member and giggled at the notion.
“I’m feeling like I need that dick in me. Here, let me turn around and get on it. Then I want you to give me a proper fucking. Right here against the counter.”
Oh shit, here comes the realization. Stepmom turned around, though her eyes were still closed. For now, at least, I thought to myself. She grabbed my cock and positioned it at her entrance before half getting on it and half getting on me. She leaned back.
“Fuck me, Honey, fuck me as if the walls have been broken.”
I did as she demanded and started to fuck her.
Then she opened her eyes.
Her eyes stared at me in shock for a few seconds and then went wide.
“Stepson! What is this? What is the meaning of this? Where is your father? What are you doing?”
Her voice was in alarm mode and she was panicking. She started to try to get off of me. But her moments only served to grind her pussy walls against my hard cock. I decided fuck it, damn the consequences.
“I’m fucking you just like you wanted Mom.”
With that, I thrust into her. I gave her a good fucking. Her shock at finding out it wasn’t her husband but her son was quickly replaced by waves of pleasure as I thrusted into her. She went from alarmed at being with her son to going along with the flow and getting right into things. She looked into my eyes.
“Fuck me, Stepson. Fuck me hard. I need you inside me. I need you now. Fuck me like the last fuck on earth.”
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