Story Description
Cole is a
spoiled son. He’s twenty years old and he has no dreams of finding a job or
plan for his future. Kendra married an impotent man just because he’s got money
and as time passed she starts missing sex. She ends up seducing his son Cole
and all they do now is staying at home to shag.
I’ll definitely be thrown back in the streets when my
husband discovers that I’m sleeping with his twenty year old son. I never meant
for it to happen, it just happened. We agreed to make it a once off thing the
first time Cole and I fucked, but we’re not getting enough of each other, and
now we can’t stop it, because we’re enjoying it, and we can’t help it.
Cole is a spoiled brat and he doesn’t want to get a job. He
gets to stay back at home with me and the rest of the furniture, and we have
sex three or four times a day. He takes me in the morning, the afternoon, and
in the evening, just like someone on a prescription of Vicodin. He’s my sex
tool now and I use his cock in me, on me, or any other way I like, and there’s
nothing his father can do about it. Well...at least for now.
When I married Joe, my mind was on all the money he has. I
know some people call it gold digging, but my mom taught me that dating rich
men for their money is called ambition. So I got full-on ambitious when I met
Joe, and I didn't have any time to think about my other womanly needs. I was
too swamped with the overseas shopping sprees, the vacations, the parties, and
every other spoil that goes with being a millionaire’s girlfriend -- you know
-- that kind of life every sane girl dreams of.
I did the see the signs though, but the diamonds quickly
dazzled me and I became blind to his impotence. We dated for eight months, but
the number of fingers I have in my left hand is five times greater than the
amount of times he managed to orgasm when we had sex. The sex, well, it
completely stopped four months after we started dating, and after that it was
just more trips, credit cards, more shoes and designer clothes and many other
things.
The list of all the spoils is so long I don’t think I can
finish it, but the bottom line is I can’t really say I didn't know the kind of
bed I was getting into. I completely knew what I was doing when I walked down
the isle, but I was wrong to assume that diamonds and designer clothes will
always keep me blissful since Joe is a spent force between the sheets.
The whole ‘diamonds
and luxuries will replace my sexual needs’ assumption wasn't my own idea,
it came from my mom. And one thing I learnt from that is to stop taking sexual
advice from someone who’s twenty years past their menopause. Those people have
forgotten what orgasms used to be like, and I’m still young and vibrant, and
it’s only natural the need to get shagged often overwhelms me, unlike them.
To them, good sex is a fond memory. It’s like the way you
remember that you were once a little kid. Everybody knows they used to be
little kids, but it’s difficult to remember how it felt when you were five
years old. You get what I’m saying?
Joe is not that old but he has a heart condition and he’s
rich. Some rich people can do anything
to stay alive and get more wealth -- Joe is one of those types. He won't take a
risk on the blue pill. Someone told him that it was bad for people with a heart
condition, and he was blunt enough to let me know that he wasn't going to
jeopardize his health at the expense of trivial things like sex.
Yeah, that's what sex is to him, a trivial thing. I did some
research and found a couple of alternative pills but he stopped me cold when I
brought up the issue again. I couldn't walk away because of all the money and
the security. I didn’t have to worry about anything else in life -- except for
sex.
It was worth the sacrifice and the first year I had it
covered with my assortment of designer toys, but I quickly got bored of their
buzzing and I started missing the real thing.
I started planning on finding someone who just wanted to
fuck me but I never saw Cole as a potential candidate, until one summer
weekend. Joe was out of the country on business as usual and we were at the
lake, scattering the ashes of my late grandmother.
Cole drove me there and four other people from my side of
the family were there too. The other people were my big sister Kate, her
husband Henry, my mom and my other big sister Karen who’s a sycophant.
There’s nothing that Karen does better than being a
hanger-on. She doesn’t have a man, a job or her own place. If she’s not living
at the mansion with us, she’ll be at my mom’s and she can’t stay at Kate’s
house because Henry kicked her out the last time she was there.
The two of them are sworn enemies and I was actually
surprised when Henry told me they were coming to the lake in the same car. He
usually did everything he could to avoid being in the same place with Karen but
I guess that day’s occasion called for some family spirit.
We did what we did with my grandmother’s ashes and after
that we spent a few hours having a great time chatting away and Cole’s Audi
failed to start when it was time to go home. He called in a tow-away service
and we wanted to get a lift from the tow away-guys but Kate and her husband
wouldn't let us. Going with them was going to get us home quicker but I
wondered how they expected six adults to fit in their BMW 5 series.
Henry had a solution. One adult was going to sit on another
person’s lap and they all suggested that I sit on Cole’s lap. We were all in a
cheery and harmonious mood and I seemed to be the only one concerned with the
immoral connotation other people were going to conceive if they saw me sitting
on my stepson’s lap.
“Henry, what if we get stopped by a patrol car on the
highway, the police will fine you,” I said to my brother-in-law because the
tow-away guys were about to take off. I still preferred to go with them because
there was enough room for me and Cole, even though we were going to get home
two hours later than we would if we went with the BMW.
“Don't worry about the police. The only person who should be
worried here is Cole. He’s going to be having those heavy duty things sitting
on him and I’m actually thinking of swapping places with him because he might
break a bone or two.
Cole do you think you’re strong enough to carry the weight
of those things?” Henry joked. I’m the one with the biggest ass in my family
and it wasn't the first time someone had made fun of that fact. Everybody
laughed, except for Cole. He’s a gentle young man and he knew better not to
make fun of his stepmom.
“They might look big but they’re as soft as feathers,” I
retorted and everyone laughed again.
“I think I’ll manage,” Cole replied Henry’s question. The
tow-away guys finally gave up trying to give me and Cole a lift and they drove
away.
“All right then, let’s get going,” Henry said as he walked
over to the passenger side to open the door for his wife and Cole went round
the car to open the door for my mom and Karen. Kate sat in the front passenger
seat when Henry opened the door for her.
Karen was the first
to get in the backseat of the car and she moved over to sit in the middle. Mom
sat behind the driver’s seat, I waited for Cole to settle down behind the front
passenger seat so I could sit on his lap, just like they wanted. It reminded me
of my high school years when we used to go to the beach packed in a single car
like that.
“You should buy bigger cars,” I taunted Henry as I settled
down on Cole’s lap.
“You should tell Joe to stop buying you all those designer
clothes so he could buy his son a healthy car,” he shot back.
“A healthy car,” Cole and I both laughed. I knew Henry liked
humanising his toys but that description was insanely outrageous.
“Yeah, a healthy car,” he said back. “Listen to Camille
purring.” Camille is the name of his BMW. He started over revving the engine to
show off.
“Just drive and get us home,” I said and he started moving
the car.
“Oops I think I heard a snapping sound, Cole honey, are your
bones still ok?” Kate made a joke about my ass and everyone laughed again. I
adjusted the way I was sitting to limit the amount of weight that was resting
on Cole’s thighs. I knew he was strong enough to support my weight but I didn't
want to be too much of a burden. I wanted to make things a little bit easier
for him. Or in that case...lighter for him.
“Don't listen to them, you’re not that heavy. If you sit
like that you’ll give me a cramp. Why not try to move up a little,” Cole said
and I grabbed the front passenger seat so I could move my ass up his thighs
without losing balance.
One type of clothing that I love more than anything else is
a thong and most of my panties are thongs. I mean, what sexy woman with a nice
butt hates a thong? I like the way a thong makes my ass feel free and I was
wearing one that day. The dress I was wearing was made of thin fabric and I
felt Cole’s dick when I moved my ass up his groin. No one made a reaction to
that and we acted like everything was ok.
Some time passed, Henry started making noise in the car,
playing his boring music and I was still sitting on top of Cole’s dick. It
suddenly hit me -- my ass was on top of a real cock. A young man’s cock which
was able to stay erect until it shoots out sperm and probably stay hard a
couple more times after that. I felt blood rushing down to my crotch and within
a second my clit and labia became engorged. My clit felt fully swollen and it
started feeling pleasantly warm between my thighs.
I now wanted to be touched and I could feel my nipples were
now hard as rocks. They started tingling and I felt the same sensation on the walls
of my pussy too. I started getting soaked and the fact that I was sitting on
the thighs of a male made me want something inside my pussy. I wanted a real
dick, not a stupid vibrator that was sitting in a drawer somewhere back at the
mansion.
I needed to be penetrated and that’s how I decided to seduce
Cole and I knew he was going to react to my moves. I’ve got a couple of skills
that would make any man pine for my pussy so I decided to use one on Cole, and
since I was wearing a thong, it was going to be a walk in the park. I checked
everyone’s faces, and they seemed to be paying attention to Henry’s comical
rants.
It didn't seem like anyone would notice so I started
grinding on Cole’s dick slowly, and it started pulsing to life. I felt its
hardness increasing and once it was hard enough, I lifted my ass up a little to
fit my hand under it. I clutched the dick and moved it to make a larger length
lie across his thigh.
He was startled when I made that bold move in the presence
of a crowd and we just locked eyes for a moment before we exchanged lusty
smiles. I knew he liked what I was doing. I glanced at people again before I
moved my hand along my buttcrack to wedge my dress between my ass cheeks.
I slowly sat back on Cole’s thigh, trapping a chunk of his cock
between my buttocks as I settled down. It all looked normal and no one else in
the car knew what was happening, it was just me and Cole doing our thing. I
started clenching my butt muscles and that made my ass cheeks hug his dong and
I kept on doing it with a nice rhythm.
His left arm was against the door and away from other
people’s view so he started using it to rub and squeeze my left thigh and part
of my left ass cheek. I kept clenching my ass on his dick and it kept getting
harder until it couldn't fit in my buttcrack. It slid away and went under my
ass again and there was no way I could make that thing fit back between my
cheeks with the size it had grown. I started grinding my ass on it again,
rolling the fat thing from side to side and that kept it hard.
I glanced around again and it was still the same. No one
seemed to be noticing what was going on and I kept on doing it until we were
about five miles from home. I had to stop to give him enough time to calm down
his horses because people were going to notice his boner when I finally get off
him. I didn't need to tell him why I had stopped rolling his dick with my ass
because he’s not dumb, and he immediately started to wilt his boner after I’d
stopped.
We got to the house and nobody was staying, it was just me
and Cole getting out of the car. We said our goodbyes while we were still in
the car and after that Cole and I got out and waved at them as Henry backed out
the car. Cole was standing behind me when we were waving goodbye and I saw the
reason why when I turned around. He had a huge and noticeable cum stain right
next to the fly of his pants. I touched the spot where the head of his dick was
on my ass and it was wet too. We looked at each other and grinned.
“That was one hell of a ride,” he said, still grinning.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“You bet,” he looked like he would want to do it some more.
“You want some more of those butt hugs?” I asked and he
looked at me with a ‘hell yeah’ face. I didn't need any more confirmation from
him. “Is it going to be on your bed or mine?” I asked.
“Wherever,” he said, but his voice sounded a little
doubtful.
“Then come on in...We are going to my bedroom,” I gestured
him inside.
We got to my bedroom and I didn't want to give him any time
to change his mind so I started taking off my clothes right away. I clutched
the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. Then I quickly undid my bra and
let my beautiful jugs fall off in his view.
He slacked his jaw a little. I slid off my thong and my tight little
pussy, framed with an outline of nicely trimmed pubic fuzz came into his view.
His eyes got wider but he hadn’t started taking off his
clothes yet. I walked towards him and kissed him on the lips as I unbuckled his
belt. He stopped kissing me and pulled his shirt off and I pushed his pants
down with the boxers at the same time. He stepped out of his pants as I knelt
in front of his raging hard cock which was arching up to the ceiling.
“Forget the butt hugs. I’m gonna suck your cock,” I said a
second before I swallowed the whole of his length inside my mouth. I started
rocking my head back and forth, sucking off his manhood while I cupped his
balls. He lightly touched my head and started groaning blissfully. I stopped
for a moment and licked the entire length of his shaft then I looked up at him.
“You like it?” I asked as I stroked him and he replied with a quivering “Yeah”.
I took him back in my mouth and continued working my tongue
on him and sometimes I swallowed him right up to my throat. It felt amazing
when the tip of his cock touched the back of my mouth and I made him fuck my
throat. “Fuck my throat till I gag you son of a bitch,” I cussed as I sunk my
nails into the flesh of his butt. He clenched his ass and suddenly got wild. I
don’t know what set him off, it must've been the foul language or the way I had
dug my nails into his ass.
He grabbed the back of my hand with both his hands, firmly,
and then he started forcing his cock further back into my throat. My eyes
started watering as I chocked on his dick. He brought it out and I coughed some
saliva on it before I slurped it off and forced him back inside my mouth again.
I sucked him some more until he started slowing down the thrusts he was forcing
into my mouth.
“I’m coming,” he groaned and I began sucking faster until he
started spurting his spunk inside my mouth. His cum tasted sweet and I
swallowed every drop of it. I wanted to make him eat my cunt while we waited
for another boner but his fat cock didn't go down and there was no point in
making him eat my cunt.
I went on all fours on the bed and he followed up behind me.
He brushed the head of his cock along my slit for a while until I suddenly
bucked up against him and his fat cock sunk inside me. He started working up a
rather slow pace on me and I wanted him to ram that thing like he was
possessed. “Ram that thing inside my pussy like a man Cole,” I taunted him and
his speed went up a little. “Faster Cole, slam the shit out of me!” I screamed
at him again and he started doing me like I wanted.
I felt my orgasm coming and soon my pussy started milking
and clenching his dick. He kept going and I started rubbing my clit frenziedly.
It didn't take me long to have another one and he soon followed afterwards. He
slipped out of me after his orgasm and I slowly lowered my body down to lie
flat with my stomach against the mattress. He fell down beside me and I moved
my face closer to his and started kissing him. I felt his tongue on my lips and
I opened my mouth to let his tongue in and our tongues started tangling inside
my mouth.
“I’m going to give you five minutes to rest,” I said to him
after the kiss and he looked down and his wilted penis.
“It’s gonna take more time,” he said.
“What!” I exclaimed. The five minutes I’d given him was
actually too much.
“I masturbated twice in the morning so it’ll take some time
for it to come up this time,” he explained honestly.
“Why did you have to masturbate on a day I needed your cock?
You shouldn’t have done that,” I knew my statement was ridiculous. I was just
messing with him. He heaved a sigh before he looked at me with a baffled face.
“I didn't know we were going to --”
“It’s ok,” I said, cutting him off mid-sentence. I suddenly
remembered that I’d come across my old strap-on dick earlier that week. It’s
something I bought when I was still in college. “Stay there, I’m going to get
my dick and I’m coming back to fuck your ass,” I said and he looked confused.
I had only used that strap-on dick on a couple of sorority
girls but it had never entered a man’s backdoor and Cole’s ass was going to be
its first victim. I fetched it from a hidden suitcase which was in my closet
and I started feeling like a man when I began strapping it on. I was going to
bugger that young man’s ass so bad he was going to have trouble walking
afterwards. I walked back to the bed smiling wickedly at him and he was lying
on his back looking at me in amusement.
“The dick looks perfect on you, you should’ve been a man,”
he joked.
“Giddy up and show your ass to me,” I commanded and he knelt
on the floor with his hands and head on the bed. “Have you ever had a dick up
in your ass before?” I asked with a taunting voice.
“Nope,” he confidently answered and I stopped to rub my
palms together, feeling all macho.
“I’m glad to be the one taking your anal virginity, son,” I
imitated a deep male voice and he wiggled his ass in anticipation.
I stepped closer to his ass and I suddenly stopped when I
was about to enter him. It started feeling like I was about to do a historic
act. I’m not a bad ass feminist but when a straight girl fucks guy, that stuff
should be written in history books.
It felt like I was standing on top of the world and
screaming ‘we did it’ to all the
women who’ve been fighting male oppression. I felt like I was every girl’s
hero. I mean, think about all those women who only get to have sex lying on
their backs or the side and their husbands can’t let them try other sex
positions. I was doing it for them.
“What are you waiting for? Just push it in,” Cole urged.
“I need to make a speech first --”
“What!” he exclaimed, chuckling.
“This is a great moment,” I began with a speech tone and
Cole laughed. “I’m gonna dedicate this fuck to all the women in the world!” I
screamed and Cole’s ass dropped to his heels as he laughed louder. I continued,
“Thank God for the person who invented this strap-on dick because women are
fucking men now… today!” I finished my speech and gave Cole a moment to recover
from his laughter. “Now lift up your ass Cole,” I instructed him. “I’m coming
in now,” with that I placed the tip of the fake cock on his anus and he
squirmed a little.
I started pushing in and he whimpered as the dick got inside
his ass. I know I wasn't feeling any sensation from pushing in that dick but
the welfare of his rectum was in my hands. That and his whimpering sounds gave
me the most accomplished feeling I’ve ever felt in my life. I started slamming
in and out of his ass furiously and his whimpers turned to squeals. It felt
great making a man squeal. I slapped his ass and started working a nice pace on
him. He squealed some more. I hunched forward and reached for his shoulders,
pulling him back to meet me halfway.
“My dick is getting hard,” he said.
“What?” I asked because I thought I didn't get him right.
“My dick is getting hard,” he repeated. “The way you are
fucking me is turning me on.”
Hearing those words coming from him felt awesome, I decided
to go hands free on him. I straightened up my upper body and continued fucking
his ass without touching any part of him. I cupped my boobs and pinched my
nipples as I began thrusting inside him faster. “Oh God you’re killing me,” he
moaned and don’t assume he meant real pain. He was enjoying it.
“Yes... die,” I sneered at him as I went in hard again. He
grappled the covers and curled his fingers into fists. I got delirious. “Yeah,
I’m fucking you Cole, you better hold on to those blankets because I won’t go
easy on this ass.” The way he was breathing suddenly changed and he gripped
harder on the blankets, they moved down the bed.
“I’m coming,” he groaned as he released the covers from the
grip of his right hand and he reached for his cock. I slipped out of him and
tossed him around on his back then I swallowed his erect shaft into my mouth.
He started coming and I gulped down all his cum. We collapsed on our backs afterwards,
his dick limp again and my strap-on pointing up straight.
“I just fucked a man to an orgasm,” I said after I caught my
breath. Cole turned his head to look at me and he smiled.
“Yeah,” he admitted without shame and we started laughing.
***THE END***
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