A Step Apart Ch. 03

by Ravenblackerotica

story tags: stepmom, stepsister, stepson, taboo, female_orgasm,
blow_job, cream_pie, rough_sex, mature, milf

https://www.literotica.com/s/a-step-apart-ch-03


https://www.literotica.com/s/a-step-apart-ch-03

Matt&#x27;s stepmother catches him with his stepsister.

Page 1 of 4 page(s) (20873 characters)

Chapter One

There are times in people's lives when pure dread sinks their teeth
into one's back like a predator. When they knew their life as they knew
was coming to an end. As Matt scrambled to pull his jeans up and push
his erection back down into his boxers, he had one of these moments.
Luckily for him, at this very moment, his stepmother was more intent on
chasing down Stephanie who ran into the hallway with her clothes. It
was pure pandemonium coming from Stephanie's bedroom. Someone was
crying while the other was cursing and throwing things. Matt tried to
zip his pants up and nearly synched his shaft in the metal.

"Ah ah, fuck! Fuck it." Matt whispered to himself and tried to make a
break for the door while it was still clear. His erection still
throbbing, pointed out his unzipped pants but he couldn't deal with
that right now. He cleared the hallway and was halfway through the
kitchen when the tumbling of clothes, bags, and people came tumbling
down the hallway. The tornado that was their argument pushed past him
and he saw Stephanie shove outside with her hands full with two bags
and some of her clothes. Amy chased Stephanie outside but stopped at
the edge of the steps shouting.

"We are going to talk about this!" Amy screamed. "You aren't welcome
back here until we talk about this, young lady!" Stephanie threw her
car in reverse and drove away, allowing silence to overtake the house
again. The sound of Stephanie's car engine sputtering to life then
driving away left a strange silence which meant he was alone with his
stepmother and she could turn her anger towards him at any moment. He
wondered if he could maneuver around her in the doorway somehow and
make a run for it. He was faster than her for sure, but he couldn't
count on his speed with this damn erection that refused to leave.

Before Matt could make a decisive decision, Amy stepped back inside to
see the pathetic sight of Matt defeated, with his chin low and hands
cupped over his crotch. She stared, shaking her head silently for a
moment, then just when Matt was going to announce him leaving, Amy
pointed back to the living room. "Go," was all she said.

Matt had the briefest hesitation, but the sternness of his stepmother's
expression made him retreat further into the house. Sitting in the same
seat where he was before, Matt stretched his t-shirt out and pulled it
below his crotch. Amy entered the room and sat on edge at the adjacent
lazy boy. Her mascara was darkened and ran along the edges of her eyes.
She dabbed at the corner of her eyes with a corner of her shirt.

"Did she talk you into this?" Amy finally asked. Her voice was low and
calm. Matt weighed his options. As much as he'd spent the past months
beating his chest about being a man, right now he felt like a child who
just was caught breaking his mother's vase. His instinct was to lie. To
put the blame elsewhere. It didn't matter where, as long as it lessened
the punishment on himself. But another part of him, his mature self, he
supposed, spoke louder inside of him. It said to be honest and to do
what he could to protect Stephanie. After all, he truly was the one who
started all of this.

"No," Matt admitted. "I did. I started it all. It was all me." This
seemed to catch her by surprise. She shook her head, half laughing to
herself. It was about the same time as she pulled an open bottle of
wine from her purse. Matt realized she was slurring her words and her
eyes had an inebriated droop to them when she blinked.

"Jesus Christ- this family..." Amy laughed as she drank from the
bottle. There was a loud buzzing from his pocket and instinctively Matt
pulled his phone out. "Is that her?!" Amy yelled, standing up. There
was a brief shoving that occurred as she tried to take the phone from
him, and he attempted to guard it. But when the commotion caused his
shirt to raise and expose his erection, he relented and let Amy get
ahold of his phone so he could re-cover his shaft.

Amy stood in a daze, slightly stepping backwards as she stared at his
crotch. Taking another drink, she sat back down and went back to
shaking her head. She looked at his phone and laughed to herself before
tossing it on her purse beside her. "How long have you two been-"

"Not long," he answered.

"Weeks?"

Matt only nodded in response.

"Has she- have you came inside her?" Amy asked.

The vulgarity and directness of the question took Matt by surprise. He
stuttered, not knowing what to say.

"Don't lie to me, Matt," she warned. Matt finally nodded a defeated
nod.

"Jesus Christ..." she said again. Then seemed to realize Matt was her
stepson and back tracked some. "Look, this was just a lot to process
and it- a lot happened tonight. It's not you- I like you a lot. You're
a good kid, but your dad..." Amy struggled for a long moment with the
proper words to use. "I don't want your dad any more involved in my
family than he already is. He was a fucking nightmare of a mistake."

"I get it," Matt admitted. "He's a prick."

"Yes, he is," Amy sighed with a bolt of laughter that caught Matt by
surprise. He felt the head of his cock twitch as it refused to back
down beneath his shirt. Amy took another large gulp of wine from the
bottle she had in hand. "It feels so good to hear someone else say it.
It's like confirmation that I'm not crazy."

"No, no, he's a bastard. I'm definitely on your side," Matt correctly
guessed that this was something she wanted to hear. He was, in fact,
'on her side' but most importantly of all, she wanted to keep her happy
at this moment so he wouldn't get in any more trouble.

Amy sighed, rubbing her temples. Matt could almost hear her internal
monologue of conflict arguments. "You're nothing like your father..."
she finally said, then perked up to clarify, "and that's a good thing."
His step mother gave him another look of approval. This one lingered
inordinately long. The alcohol behind her eyes was obvious as her rosy
pink cheeks turned to him slightly. "You never had any date after
coming here, did you? You were all dressed up for my daughter."

The way she asked this question was not accusatory. Her voice was soft
and interested with the slightest of smirks on the corner of her lips.
Like maybe she thought it was cute or attractive. "Yeah..." Matt
whispered.

"I didn't have a date either," Amy admitted proudly as she leaned back
in the chair. She slouched so much in the chair that her long V of her
blouse bunched and pulled to the side nearly almost allowing one of her
breasts to be exposed. Matt tried not to stare, but he could tell the
only thing keeping her shirt in place was just the nub of her hard
nipple that was just barely covered. "I know, I know, I felt bad lying
to Stephanie, but it looks like she was lying about more than I was."
Amy shrugged playfully.

"If you weren't going out on dates where were you going every Saturday
night? You were gone all night, usually," Matt asked.

His step mom answered with a seductive and mischievous smile that she
pressed into her shoulder as she shrugged. "I go out to the club with
some girlfriends."

"All night?"

"No, not all night... there's always a guy out there that at least
looks worth my time," Amy half laughed. "What? Didn't know your step
mom was a slut?" Amy asked, taking another large drink. "I'm single...
attractive..."

"Yeah," Matt agreed, more eager than he intended. Amy smiled at him and
stood up. Taking one last swig, she handed the bottle to Matt as she
sat in the love seat beside him. Right where Stephanie once sat. Matt
gave her a look as if asking permission to drink and she gave the
bottle a nod and sat back, smiling. Matt took a long gulp. So big, in
fact, a small dribble came out the corner of his mouth.

Amy giggled, wiping the drip of wine from his cheek with her thumb and
then hummed a moaning sound as she sucked it clean from her fingertip.
/The same sound her daughter made when she sucked my finger./

She eyed his hand that remained on his shirt, keeping it stretched over
his crotch. "Look, I'm not pissed that you two were fucking- err
sorry," Amy covered her pink lips that slurred almost every word and
giggled. "Having sex. Well, I'm a little mad. But it's not like you two
grew up together. You're just two teenagers left alone for too long, I
guess... anyways, I- what I don't like or want err what I'm upset about
is you cumming inside her."

Matt didn't mean to roll his eyes when he did. He knew it would come
off as a teenager ignoring the words of their parent. In reality, he
rolled his eyes because of how uncomfortable it was to hear his stepmom
say 'cum' to him when he still sat there with his erection sticking
out. He thought to try to push it back in his pants, but if nothing
else, it had grown since sitting down and he didn't want to draw any
extra attention to it.

"I know I know," Amy waved her hand at him. Her fingertips brushing and
lingering on his arm. "You probably have had tons of adults preach to
you about safe sex. And it might not seem like a big deal now but...
Stephanie is 19, she's in college, she's got a lot going for her. I
don't want her getting pregnant and I especially don't want her getting
permanently stuck to your father. I know it sounds bad but-"

"I get it..." Matt said, his pouting eyes low in his lap. Matt will
constantly be judged based on his father. Caught in the middle of the
few good qualities and all the bad. Not successful in business and not
someone to consort with because he's an asshole.

"No, don't be like that," Amy consoled him by caressing his shoulder,
her butt scooting closer to him. "I like you a lot. I mean if you
were... and it's not just me. Can you imagine if your dad found out
about this? How pissed he'd be?"

Matt was nodding to himself. He hadn't put much thought into his father
finding out. He was never home long enough to even know where Matt was,
let alone what he was doing. Perhaps Matt hadn't thought this through
as much as he should have.

He didn't want to be rude and pull away from Amy, but the tender way
her hand cupped to his triceps and slid up and down didn't help his
throbbing erection. At least not in a way to make it go away. After a
protracted silence, Matt heard a snicker leave Amy's lips. Like she had
just had a light bulb of a thought ignite in her head. When her eyes
did finally return to him, they had a devious twist to them. Her hand
cupped to his arm and pressed harder as it slid around his neck like
she was massaging his upper back.

Matt remained frozen. His eyes were wide on his lap as his drunk
stepmother slid her other hand across his chest, he instinctively
tensed, flexing his chest as her hands met on the other side of his
neck. Carefully, like a precise strike, she lined her lips up and
kissed Matt's neck just below his ear. This kiss was wet and soft, and
her breath was warm enough to send tingles down his spine. Amy's lips
worked wonders on his neck. Licking and sucking, her teeth nibbling on
his earlobe until she snaked her head in front of his. "Wha-what are
you doing?" Matt blurted out.

Amy pushed her lips together and gave him a knowing smile, "you know
what I'm doing... relax..." she cooed as she carefully leaned across
him. Her warm cheek brushing softly against his as she kissed and bit
his neck under his other ear. Matt could feel her large breasts press
into his chest as she leaned across him. Allowing his back to relax
back into the cushion, he couldn't manage to take the tension out of
his arms. This was not what he expected from this conversation.

When his stepmother pulled away from his neck, she lingered, hovering
over his face. "What? You don't find me attractive?" She asked with a
curve of a smile in the corner of her lips. Matt could smell the fruity
wine coating her breath. It complimented the rosy conditioner that
permeated from her hair. It was an odd question for Matt. Not just
because she was his step mom but because he had honestly never
considered her in that regard until that moment. Any time he thought of
her he immediately associated her with his father, which made
attractive an unlikely describer for her. But of course, Amy was sexy.
Her slender hips and ample breasts with her long legs and scattered
tattoos painted across her arms and back. It was as if Matt had
realized how attracted to her he was at the exact moment she asked.

Amy raised an eyebrow when she saw his eyes flicker to her wide-open
cleavage as he struggled to find the right words. Her smile grew wider
as she leaned back enough to let the straps of her dress fall to the
sides off of her shoulders. With her head cocked to the side and her
sexy hair brushed over to one side, Matt's step mom stared at him as
her dress fell to her navel, exposing her plump perky breasts.

Amy gave a small laugh at how adorable Matt probably appeared, staring
in wonder at her perfect body. He could see her well-sculpted abdominal
muscles as she did. "You like what you see?" she asked.

"Yes," was all Matt managed to say.

"Do you want to taste them?" Amy asked, lowering her breasts to his
lips. Her fingers combing through his hair, he parted his lips as he
took her right nipple in his mouth. Amy went silent for a moment as she
leaned her head back and sighed. "Mmmm... that's it... you like my
tits? Huh? Ahhh... yes, rub that tongue on my nipple, mmm just like
that."

His step mother's hand cupped his cheek and brushed his chest. After a
few moments, she lowered to his side forcing his lips off her. She
pressed her lips into the crook of his neck where they had begun. This
time her right hand rubbed and danced down his chest to lap where she
peeled back his shirt from his grip. "Mmmm what do we have here?" Amy
asked, her breath hot on Matt's cheek as she whispered in his ear.

Matt felt his stepmother's hand wrap around the base of his shaft and
begin to slowly stroke to the tip and then back down. "Mmmmmmm," Amy
purred in his ear. Her other arm wrapped around his shoulders as her
lips and forehead rolled against his head. Like she wanted to be on top
of him. "Y-you're a big boy aren't you, Matt? Mmmmm you're my big
boy..." Amy moaned as her grip tightened on his shaft and turned from
petting it to pumping.

"Gah..." Matt groaned and turned into Amy. Their lips met and instantly
she was moaning in the kiss. Her tongue pushed inside his mouth and
intertwined with his as she pushed tighter to his body. He could feel
her pumps happening with a stronger and faster purpose to them. She
sprinted jacking him and he started to pant. /Her lips- her hand felt
so good.../

"Mmmm! You like that baby? Huh? Getting jacked off by your stepmom?"
Amy asked between kisses. She started panting, too, as her focus
switched to his cock. She pulled away from the kiss and raised just
enough so his mouth went to her nipple. He instantly put his mouth
there and began sucking on it. "Oh, good boy, suck that nipple. Mmmm
look at that fucking Pre-cum you're leaking, mmm."

Matt didn't know how she did it but every twist and pump on his shaft
felt better than the one before it. He was fighting to not cum from
just a hand job from her and she knew it too. Her hand slowed after a
moment and changed to slow methodical, massaging pumps as she spread
his pre-cum down his thick shaft.

"Mmm now, Matt," his step mom started. Her breath labored as she pumped
him. "I know you want to cum, baby. I can feel you throbbing my hand.
But I need you to understand something first- ahh..." Matt bit down on
her nipple as she spoke, causing her eyes to roll and her body to
briefly melt into Matt's side. "You're not allowed to see my daughter
anymore. Not here or at her school. Not at all."

Matt pulled away from her breast as he registered what she was saying.
Amy took this opportunity to slide her way down into his lap. Her pussy
lips just inches away from his throbbing shaft. "Now I know you're a
strapping, young, hormonal, adult teenager. And I know it will be
difficult for you to restrain yourself when you're so backed up down
here..."

Her words lingered just as her hand did dragging up and down his shaft.
Her lips paused just far enough away to kiss the bulb of his cock. Matt
watched her toying grin as she bit her lip after every kiss. As if she
had to force herself not to shove the whole thing in her mouth. "So,
this is the deal, I won't tell your dad about what I caught you doing
with your step sister and you won't go near her anymore. And anytime
you're horny and just can't seem to get this hard-on to go away, I give
you permission to call me to take care of it."

Amy stuck her tongue out halfway and let the tip lick from his balls,
up the base of his shaft, and circle his urethra. He watched as a long
glob of pre-cum stretched from her tongue to his cock. "Deal?" She
asked.

Matt would have agreed to just about anything at that moment. "Deal."
Amy stuck her hand out to shake his, but as soon as their hands touched
the head of his cock disappeared inside of her lips and she pulled his
hand down to the back of her head as she sucked on him. He couldn't
help but groan as his step mother slid her lips up and down his shaft
several times.

He felt the bulb of his cock drag on her tongue and knew he was about
to cum. His hand on the back of her head, Amy looked up to see Matt's
eyes rolling backwards as she pumped his shaft hard and fast. Her lips
refused to leave the tip of his cock. Her eyes staring at him as she
felt his shaft flex in her palm and the explosion of hot cum covered
the roof of her mouth.

The feeling was overwhelming for Matt. As he continued to cum inside
his step mom's mouth, she refused to pull her lips from his cock. Her
tongue flicking long laps across the tip, it caused Matt to pull away
and shrink back. The feeling was so intense; it felt like it would
never stop and part of him wished it wouldn't. Finally, after what
seemed like a lifetime, Amy lifted her lips from his cock with a growl
of a moan, having swallowed all of her stepson's cum.

"Mmmm yummy," Amy hummed, wiping her lips of the saliva that remained.
"Now, let's put that tongue of yours to use." Amy slid the rest of her
dress down her smooth thighs, revealing her naked body.

Chapter Two

Amy shimmied her hips free of the dress and let it fall to the floor as
she stepped out of it. There were many things that have happened in
Matt's life that he never thought would happen and never considered
possible. His sexy and intoxicated stepmother standing naked in front
of him was one of them.

As she crawled up his body, she leaned over, allowing her swaying
breasts to dangle before his eyes. Her hand reached between his thighs,
stroking his limp shaft slowly as she stepped up onto the couch. Matt
remained still, like a passenger in a ride. Not in control and not
knowing how to act. When Amy had stood on the couch with both feet- one
foot on each side of Matt's hips, Matt saw Amy teeter to her side and
back. Instinctually, Matt flung his hands up to her hips and grabbed
her, steadying her.

Amy giggled and leaned forward so her hands balanced on the living room
wall. "Nice grab," she smiled down below as she flung her long hair
over her shoulder. Matt looked up at her and realized his hands both
gripped her butt cheeks with his thumbs hooked around her boney hips.

Without another word she lifted one leg and looped it around the
backside of Matt between him and the couch backing. Matt could smell
the hot odor of her sex. He could feel the heat irradiating on his
mouth. He felt fingers comb through his hair and give a slight push
forward, encouraging him to taste her. Matt parted his lips and as his
mouth touched his stepmother's shaved pussy, he pushed his tongue
forward like he was kissing her passionately. His tongue swirling and
lapping on the outside of her lips and clit before he angled his head
and pushed his tongue deep inside her.

A Step Apart Ch. 03

by Ravenblackerotica (UID 2788845)

https://www.literotica.com/s/a-step-apart-ch-03

Matt&#x27;s stepmother catches him with his stepsister.

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"Ohhh fuck, ohmmmm!" Amy purred. Her hands raised to her breasts as she
leaned back. For a moment, she tensed, realizing she would fall, but
quickly felt Matt's firm grip on her hips tighten into a lock. He held
her in place so she couldn't move, even if she wished to. "That's it-
lick that pussy."

Matt's tongue found a rhythm as it lapped, digging into her pussy over
and over. With one of her legs up and over his shoulder, he felt her
hold synch tighter as her legs squeezed around his chest. Tasting her
dripping wet pussy, Matt moaned into her. His hands moving with a mind
on their own, as they coaxed her thighs and the small of her back.

"Oh don't fucking stop!" Amy's voice sung. He could feel tremors course
through her thighs and every now and again her hips would suddenly dip
and fall on his tongue, face fucking him with her wet pussy. "Oh,
yesss... tongue fuck me, baby. Tongue fuck your filthy fucking stepmom!
Ahhh!"

The words she moaned excited him to no end. He felt his grip on her
body tighten as his tongue dug deeper inside her. The dribble of her
juices ran down his chin as she began to hump and grind on his face.
Amy's eyes were closed, and her fingers pinched and pulled on her own
nipples as she cried out.

Matt let his chin, lips, and tongue take the abuse as she rode his
face. Her moans became louder and more guttural. One of her hands
snaked behind his head to steady him as his tongue fucked her. His
stepmom was getting close and he could tell. The speed and smoothness
that her hips moved became stagnant, and they shuddered as her
breathing became panting and out of control.

Matt seized upon this moment to wrap his lips around her clit. A move
that nearly sent them both tumbling to the ground as Amy screamed and
for the first time, her hands that were continuously pulling him closer
were now pushing on the top of his head for release. "Oh god! Fuck! No
no no no. Ahhhh!" Amy squirmed.

Through all the writhing and commotion Matt was able to keep her hips
held against his lips. He worked his tongue against her clit and licked
circles around it then hummed as he made a long-wet lap against it. Amy
gasped a long, deep breath and he could feel her thighs shaking.
"Ohhhhh..." She cried out, almost sounding in pain. Matt could feel her
thighs begin to close around him as his licks became faster and
shorter.

"Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" Amy moaned as she lost complete control
of her hips and her hands slammed down on the back of Matt's head. Matt
did his best to control his breathing as his stepmother seized on his
face.

"Ohmygodi'mcumming!" she cried as her hand mushed her bouncing hair to
her face and she trembled. His tongue locked to her clit and made rapid
licks on it as he felt her juices stream down his chin. It was a long
moment before Amy made a sound and when she did it was a long gasping
breath and several shudders. "Oh god... oh god..."

After the tensest of moments relented, Amy's thighs unlocked from his
face and Matt could breathe normally again. Immediately, he went to
work making long messing laps with his tongue on her drenched pussy
lips. She quivered a moan and had to catch herself on the back of the
couch. "Shhhit, ohhh..."

Amy collapsed onto Matt's lap. Her entire body was limp and malleable
in Matt's hard body hold. She fell in a twisted way with her knee to
her chest as her mouth dropped to Matt's lips. Their kiss was messy and
wet. Their tongues intertwined as Amy moaned at the taste of her own
juices on his lips and chin.

Matt, still breathing heavily, brushed her hair out of her face behind
her ear as his head slid down to her chest. Squeezing and massaging her
thick left breast, it made Amy sing a moan as she twisted in his lap
and put a knee down on the couch on either side of his hips. It wasn't
until this moment that she- and he, both realized how hard Matt's cock
was throbbing as his head stabbed her ass cheeks beggingly.

His stepmother broke the kiss in shock and panted like an animal. Her
face showed a jumbled mess of thoughts still lost from the powerful
orgasm as her palm found his shaft. He felt pre-cum oozing down his
shaft as she pumped it and he flexed back. Without a warning she sat
down on him. Feeding the bulb of his cock inside her pussy lips, his
stepmother's vagina swallowed his cock whole.

Amy's arms wrapped around his neck tightly as she screamed, "oh my god!
Shit!" her palm covered her eyes then slid to her mouth as she realized
how loud she screamed. Her hips seemed frozen on him where she sat, so
Matt took it upon himself to separate some so he could thrust back
inside her. Slowly and only partially at first. "Ohmahd!" She cried
from under her hand. "Ah! Ah! Ahh!"

Matt pressed his mouth on her breast he fondled. His lips wrapped
around her nipple as her pussy still digested his cock. After a moment,
he felt her hips come to life. Circling and grinding on his shaft.
Working him around so his cock nearly popped out of her pussy, but then
she quickly sat back down on him.

It was this motion that made Matt groan, "Oh fuck!" His moan only
prolonged how good the motion felt. Her hips rolling on the head of his
cock again and again.

"You like that, baby- ahh... You want to do it for momma?" She moaned
into his ear. "You want to cum inside someone so, badly don't you?
Ahhaaa mmmm..." she moaned as she bounced teasingly and slowly on his
shaft. "Are you close for me baby?" She asked in a seductive voice. "Do
you feel hot /tight/ your slutty fucking mommy is?" As she spoke the
word /tight,/ Matt could feel her pussy's grip on his shaft tighten as
she flexed on him. He groaned, which she giggled to while still working
her hips in a faster circle. "I want you to cum inside me, baby. I want
that cum so badly... mmmm... I'm all tied up inside so it's safe to cum
in mommy."

Without warning, her hips bounced up and down on his shaft. He felt her
hot, wet pussy pull all the way off then slam back down. "Oh, fuck,"
Matt clenched.

Her tits bounced in front of him as Amy moaned on top of him. Her hips
bounced on his shaft aggressively as she flexed her whole body. "Oh god
oh god oh god! Yes, fuck me just like that. Like that like-" Her tight
ass bouncing faster and faster on his shaft, he couldn't hold out any
longer. His throbbing cock pierced deep inside his stepmother as he
shot strings of hot cum deep inside her. "Yes yes! Cum inside me
baby... mmmm just like that..." Amy purred as she felt her stepson fill
her up.

They stayed still for a long moment. Matt's eyes were closed and Amy's
tits were pressed to his chest as they held each other. After a few
moments, his hands relaxed and released his stepmother.

Before Matt had realized what had happened, Amy was on her feet and
getting dressed. He stayed seated, bewildered and watching as she left
the room without even looking at him. Like he was a piece of furniture
she was done using. Eventually, Matt was dressed and left the house,
still in a daze of what just happened and where he was. Amy had gone to
the bathroom and when he heard the shower turn on, he thought it was a
good time for him to leave. Matt almost forgot his phone and ran back
inside and snatched it off of Amy's purse. When he made it to his car,
he sat down and looked at his phone before starting it.

'22 Missed Calls from Stephanie'

"Fuck..."

Chapter Three

The next week dragged on hour by hour. He was supposed to be getting
things together for his camping trip with his father, Sharon, and her
family, but it seemed he could not go 30 seconds without receiving a
text or phone call from Stephanie. He ignored her at first, but Matt
quickly realized she was not going to stop. He decided he would
respond, but couldn't think of what to say. /The truth was obviously
not an option. 'hey after she chased you out of the house, I fucked
your mother...'/

Matt beat his phone on his head as he laid in his bed. It was Monday
morning, and he had 147 missed calls from Stephanie. He gave up trying
to count the unanswered text messages. He kept his response short and
sweet and apologetic.

/Matt/

'Hey Stephanie, sorry I took so long to respond. I've been kind of
freaked since this run with your mom this weekend. I left shortly after
you, but your mom made it clear she didn't want us around each other.
This whole thing is my fault, obviously, I started it and I'm sorry.
I'm ending it now. I hope we can still be friends. I just don't want
your mom getting upset or my dad finding out.

Matt read over his text a few times and made some small corrections
before sending it. A minute didn't even pass before she started calling
Matt again. "Fuuuuck," Matt sighed. He could see what was in store for
him. If he answered her call, he knew the tangled mess of lies he was
weaving would only expand. His best bet was to stick to text. At least
in text he didn't have to improvise. He could think out and strategize
each response.

A few minutes passed with no phone calls before Stephanie finally
responded with her own carefully scrutinized response.

/Stephanie/

'Listen asshole! You don't get to ignore me after my mom walking in on
us like that. I need to know what you said to her. Did you say that was
our first time? What did she say about it to you? I haven't talked to
her since then. She called me but I didn't answer. And YOU didn't start
this alone, okay? We both were a part of this so we both get a say.
Don't be a macho asshole who's scared of my mom. I can handle her and
she doesn't talk to your dad even'

"Ugh!" Matt groaned some more as he typed in his phone a response. This
is what he didn't want. Because he knew this would not resolve and he
would be stuck in a never-ending texting war. He tried to keep his
replies short and end by circling back to his original theme of, 'lets
be friends.' But after a while Stephanie became upset at his slow and
disengaged responses.

Stephanie

'Ugh! This is dumb. Just come over here. My roommates are on vacation.
You could stay the night.

To say Matt didn't consider it would be a lie. He actually really was
trying to do the right thing, well relatively right thing. He was sure
having sex with Stephanie's mom didn't fall into the category of
/right,/ but baby steps. However, Stephanie was making it increasingly
difficult for him. He spent a few minutes lying in his bed imagining
being alone with Stephanie for an entire night. Waking up with her just
as he went to sleep. Besides their drunken night together, they hadn't
really been together yet. Matt felt the flexing in his pants and nearly
gave in right then and there. At the last moment, he shook his head
free of the pull he felt.

Matt

'No, I think for now it's best if we just lie low for now. Maybe we can
start hanging out again in a few weeks?'

Matt felt a twist of guilt and pain in his gut, knowing he was
disappointing her and angering her at the same time. After sending the
text, he quickly changed her status to /silent/ on his phone as he knew
her response would be harsh.

Setting his phone down, he picked at his boxers, adjusting them to make
room for his throbbing erection. Resigned to being alone in his bedroom
and not much changing, he figured it was up to him now to take care of
his own erection seeing as though he just threw the door in the face of
the only other person; he was saving it for. Matt thought about Amy
then, and how Stephanie's mom had told him 'anytime he thought about
having sex, he should come to her.' Matt didn't really believe this.
Amy was quite drunk when she said this and while she had sex with him
then, he doubted how /up/ for the idea she would be in the middle of a
workday while she was sober.

Matt rolled his eyes as the many scenarios he ran through his mind all
ended with Amy chastising him, yelling at him, or telling his father.
It wasn't so much that he feared his father, knowing of his sexual
exploits. After all, he didn't care if his father disowned him or hated
him. It was more that he didn't know what to expect. Physically, Matt
was bigger than his father, but something about his dad when he got
angry made Matt doubt his ability to win in a fight. He felt smaller
next to him. Weaker. It made him truly doubt if he could take his
father in a fight. It made him fear his father.

Chapter Four

The days went by slowly as Matt did his best to avoid his cellphone.
He'd check it once or twice a day and always roll his eyes at the 20 to
50 text messages that waited unread for him from Stephanie. He wouldn't
reply. He knew she was getting progressively angrier and perhaps that
was for the best. Matt was the one who initiated these lustful feelings
in her, it was only right if she hated him for ending it.

Sharon was a ghost around the house most of the week. She was out
shopping for supplies for their camping trip, planning every moment of
their week. It honestly probably would have been more fun, not that any
part of this trip would be fun, and cheaper to just have planned to go
to a hotel. From the bits and pieces Matt overheard when he went
downstairs for food or drink, they were staying in luxury cabins and
nothing of what they were doing sounded anything remotely close to
/camping./

Matt did overhear Sharon talking to Andrea, her daughter, on the phone.
Apparently, Andrea and her family were coming, too. Matt didn't mind.
He had only met Andrea a handful of times. She seemed like a nice lady
who also had a child early in life. With them there, it would keep a
lot of the attention off of him, which he appreciated.

By Thursday, he knew Stephanie was on the verge of losing her mind. She
was messaging him on every app Matt had on his phone. He was waiting
for a letter to show up in the mail since that was the only way she
hadn't tried to reach out to him. Matt wasn't a total dick. He
responded a few times at the end of each day, reiterating that he
thought there should be some time and distance between them for now. It
did nothing to quell her pursuit.

It was early Thursday afternoon when everything came to a head. He had
shut himself in his room for four straight days. Even his casual
friends wondered about him. He wasn't going out with his friends to
play pickup flag football or going to parties, which wasn't too
strange, but still his friends were used to seeing him. All that plus,
he found his own will power waning. Matt questioned why he was holding
out on Stephanie. /I could meet up with her and just keep it a secret.
We were caught before because we weren't careful./

He did his best in the previous days to keep his jacking off to a
minimum, but the knowledge alone that he had this wildly attractive,
all-access pass available to him just a car ride away was the biggest
aphrodisiac. It was only when his defenses were at the lowest point
that he remembered when Amy had told him. 'Come to me if you're horny,
not my daughter,' she had made Matt promise. He hadn't seriously
considered it until that moment. /What's the worst that could happen
from sending a text?/

/Matt/

'Hey it's Matt. Stephanie keeps texting me. We haven't hung out or
anything yet, but I don't know how long I can keep her away.'

Matt texted and waited. It had been months since they last texted
another. Matt didn't even know if Amy had his number.

/Amy/

'Come to my work. ASAP.'

Matt looked at the clock and cursed himself, not realizing till then
that it was 1:00pm and Amy was still at work. He knew she worked for a
well-respected law firm, but she wasn't a lawyer. Her title was
something along the lines of Senior Paralegal or something. He almost
replied with a text apologizing, but he received another from Amy with
her address and a command to be there in 15 minutes.

Matt jumped up and was in his car driving within 60 seconds, more
concerned of making it there in time than what he would say or do once
there. He parked his car with a minute to spare. He had always imagined
her work being in a high rise downtown. A great building with offices
on the 30th floor. Instead, it was a two-story office park. Still
impressive but less intimidating, which Matt appreciated.

/Matt/

'I'm outside in the parking lot'

/Amy/

'Come inside to the waiting area.'

/Matt/

'Seriously?'

Matt didn't get a reply. He almost bolted at this point. He really
didn't want to be seen inside. Even though it would be perfectly
acceptable for a stepson to be visiting a stepmother at work, it
felt... wrong for him to do so.

Matt sat uncomfortably in a heavy oak chair that, like most of the
waiting room, had a deep and dark varnish finish to it. The room was
well lit, but due to the professional paintings on the wall, dark wood
walls, and the fact that there weren't any windows in the law offices,
the room was quite dark. It was intimidating and made Matt feel
extremely excited. He wore his usual ratty old jeans and a t-shirt.
Glancing every few minutes over the top of the broad and tall reception
desk, the cute assistant would occasionally look up from her computer
and make eye contact and give a polite smile before returning to what
she was typing. /I should just bolt out of here. Nothing about this
feels like a good idea./

Just before he could get a message to his legs to stand and make a
break for the exit. A door opened from near the reception desk and a
flood of suited men poured out. They shook hands and said their
farewells. As most of them parted for the exit, Matt could see a lone
female among them buried behind the tall shoulders of the others. Amy
was looking more professional than she'd ever appeared before. She wore
a dark gray blouse that covered her tattoos along her arm and a
matching skirt with black high heels. Her shirt was kept button closed
just enough to cover the other tattoo she had that protruded up the top
of her breast. The neck of her shirt was still left open just enough
for the line of ample cleavage to be seen.

"You must be Amy's stepson, Matt is it? I'm Robert." A pot belly man
lumbered over to him with his hand extended. The others had left, which
just left Amy, Robert, and Matt.

"Ye-yes," Matt said, trying to stand to shake his hand but unable to
tell from how close Robert closed in on him.

"I thought so," Robert said. Amy stood silently behind him with a
polite smile on her face as the two met. "Amy's told me so much about
you. Sounds like you've got quite a decision to make." If Matt was
having a normal summer, he'd know Robert was talking about his fast
approaching college deadline but due to him having the most unusual
summer he's been having, Matt's immediate reaction was to freeze and
his face to go beet red.

"Both schools are good schools," Amy chimed in from behind Robert. Her
arms crossed. Matt instantly relaxed.

Of course, my stepmom's boss wasn't discussing his current and
unusually absurd dilemma of whether or not to have sex with his step
sister or stepmother.

"Let me just muddy the waters here for you then," Robert said, swiping
at his brow under his receding hairline. "I got my undergrad at Indiana
University and it was an excellent school. I highly recommend it."

"Oh, okay, thanks," Matt said.

"Excuse me, sorry," the receptionist leaned over the desk, some
searching for Robert's eyes. He looked her way. "That phone conference
is about ready for you. We're just waiting for Erickson."

"Ah yes, thanks Cindy," Robert said. He took Matt's hand again giving
it a firm shake before looking back to Amy. "I'll leave you to it
then."

Amy raises a clipboard and a small stack of papers she had in her hand.
"I'll get started on Brodecker's notes. Should be ready for you by
tomorrow."

"Thanks, Amy," Robert said, disappearing back inside the door he came
from.

"Come on, you," Amy nodded her head with a grin. Matt follows her
through the same door. There was a long corridor with several offices
ranging from small to large on either side. Each looked similar to the
reception area. Bland and professional looking, with dark shades of
wood and paintings of people and places.

A Step Apart Ch. 03

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Matt&#x27;s stepmother catches him with his stepsister.

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Matt followed Amy into an office and she closed the door behind them.
It wasn't a large office, but it was big enough. A desk, a couple of
chairs, and a few filing cabinets. Trying to sound more comfortable and
at ease than he really was Matt spoke as he sat, "wow, I didn't realize
how big a deal you were here. Nice office."

Amy laughed some as she fell back in her chair, putting her papers in a
drawer. "If you think this is nice, set your major to pre-law and
you'll love the offices actual lawyers get." Matt smiled nervously. He
felt like an unprepared kid sitting across from his boss, about to be
scolded. Nothing had even really been said, and he was already
humiliated. "So you've hung out with Stephanie."

The way Amy said it, so a matter of fact, it worried him. Even though
he knew he hadn't, he had to run through his memory to confirm. His
step mother's certainty scared him. "No- no, I didn't. I haven't! Not
since we- you told me not to."

"That's not what she said," Amy said, eyeing him.

"She did?" Matt made a face, trying to understand. He didn't know what
to say, she obviously wouldn't believe anything he said if Stephanie
had lied and said they had already. "I didn't, I swear!" Matt pulled
his phone from his pocket. "Look, see? All these texts from her. And I
don't reply or just reply saying no and friends and stop. See?"

"Okay, okay," Amy finally interrupted his panicked rambling. "I believe
you. Stephanie didn't actually say that to me. I just wanted to be
sure."

Matt sighed, clutching his chest, "Jesus..." Amy took Matt's phone and
helped herself through his and Stephanie's texts.

Amy made a face and sighed as she tossed his phone back across the
desk.

"Well, I made a deal with you..." she said, almost to herself. She
stood, walking over to the door. She twisted the lock then pulled her
hair out of the bun it was in, shaking it free.

Again, Matt found himself at a loss for where he was and what he should
be doing. Amy slid out of her pencil skirt, revealing her thick creamy
thighs with the familiar tattoos crisscrossing from the back to the
inner thighs. However, this time his eyes didn't seem to break from her
black fishnet leggings that stretched just shy of where her legs met.

"Are you going to take your pants off or what?" Amy asked flatly. Matt
hopped as if he was just given an order. Matt had stepped out of his
jeans and was debating removing his boxers when Amy cornered him on the
desk. His butt leaned against the desk as Amy pressed her lips against
his and their tongues pressed against another.

Matt could feel the fabric of her fishnets brush against his thighs as
she hooked her leg around his. Her hand slid between their bodies and
reverse gripped his growing shaft through his boxers. As he grew firmer
in her hand, Amy's panting breaths turned into eager moans. The head of
his cock pressed into the crotch of her panties.

"Ohm, baby, you're so hard," Amy moaned, breaking free from the kiss.
Her voice was soft but high pitched. "You like that? How about this?"
Her hand pushed inside his boxers and he felt her fingers close around
his bare shaft. Matt pressed his lips into her neck as she moaned his
left slid to her ass naturally. He squeezed it, making her yelp as his
other hand slid around her breast, mashing it into her chest. "Oh, fuck
yes... squeeze that fucking ass..."

Maneuvering her way between the desk and Matt, his stepmother put her
ass against him and bent over as she slid her panties down. She
purposely pushed her round ass cheeks out and against Matt's exposed
cock. Matt's warm hand instinctively rested on the small of her back
and slid under her shirt in small circles. "Mmmm..." she hummed.

Amy slowly raised her head, looking back as she did. Matt's hand slid
down to her shoulder, forcing her to stay bent over her desk and catch
herself to keep from falling over. Matt fed the head of his cock
between her and felt her warmth engulf the bulb of his cock as he
entered her. There was a familiar tightness he felt as he pressed
deeper inside her. /Like mother, like daughter, I suppose./

"Ohhhh yes!" Amy whispered with her face against her desk. "Don't
stop."

Matt didn't as he pressed as deep as he could inside her and held the
position. Basking in her warm, wet tightness as he flexed inside her.
When he did, his stepmother arched her back, biting her lip as she
looked back at him. "Ohhfuck," she gasped. "That's it. That's- fuck
your stepmother..."

Pulling free from the grip of her right pussy, Matt withdrew, only to
ram his cock back inside her again. His hands found her tiny hips as he
gripped her and shoved his cock in and out at a hard-steady pace. "Oh
fuck me, fuck-" Amy covered her mouth to keep from crying out. She
looked back at Matt with eyes begging for mercy as she was pounded from
behind. Her hand clenched over her mouth, doing its best to keep her
whimper silent.

In what seemed like an instant, Amy had undone her bra with one hand
and pulled it through the neck of her shirt and threw it beside her.
Her entire body rocking with every hard thrust, she looked over her
shoulder, replacing her hand with her breast that she pulled from her
shirt. Amy's plump, thick breast was just big enough to feed her own
nipple into her mouth. She eyed Matt over her shoulder as she did this,
making it all but impossible for Matt to control himself.

Matt's hand gripped a knot of his stepmother's hair and pulled her head
back by it. The short, breathless scream she let out quickly turned to
a moan as he fucked her harder. Her hands bracing her body against the
desk as she did her best to press her ass back against him with every
thrust. "Oh fuck! Yes. Yes. Just like- oh fuck!"

Her breasts bounced with every thrust. One free from the neck of her
unbuttoned shirt and the other edging closer to freeing with every
thrust. Amy's voice threatening to be too loud, Matt instinctively
pushed her head forward towards the desk to muffle his stepmother from
begging for more of his cock. Her hair was a mess and dangled in her
face as her tits mashed together and into the desk's top. Her panting
became labored and slight screams escaped as she exhaled.

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me!" Her screams only echoed louder off of her
desk. "That's it, fuck me like I'm your 19-year-old slut. Fuck m- ahh
ahh! Ahh!" Matt's fingers dig into her ass and hips as he flexed all
the muscles in his body. Cramming his shaft inside her as hard and fast
as he could, he was so close.

His stepmother collapsed in a silent scream but smacked her desk, her
hand crumpling some loose papers her palm had found. After a long
moment of just the sound of Matt's cock pounding into Amy's pussy, she
broke her silence. Clapping both her hands over her mouth she screamed
a muffled moan, "ohhmygod!"

Matt could feel her flex on his shaft as she squirmed. His cock
exploding inside her, Matt shoved his shaft deep inside her and held
buried inside as he came hard inside his step mother. "Ugh ahh!" He
moaned.

He was seeing stars for a few moments after cumming so hard. That
might've explained how he wasn't sure how he ended up seated in a chair
with Amy in his lap. Her bare ass sat on one of his knees as she laid
on his chest, kissing him hard and passionately. Her voice was a
musical note of moaning hums as she kissed him. Her hand combed through
his as her other hand pumped his limp cock. Spreading his and her cum
over his shaft.

If she had continued that way, Matt would have been ready to go again
shortly, but they both were startled when there was a knock at the
door.

"Hey, Amy?" the squeaky young voice of the receptionist yelled through
the door. "Just reminding you of that meeting that starts at 5."

Amy was already sliding her skirt on and shaking out her hair. "Oh,
okay, thanks!" Matt and she didn't even say a word to another as they
walked out of the office. Amy went right to her meeting, he assumed,
while Matt ducked his head and hoped no one stopped him on his way out
which, luckily, no one did. Matt smiled as he got into his car. /I
can't believe that just happened, again./

Chapter Five

Friday was a strange day. Like every other day, he spent most of the
day in his room, lying in bed. It rained. Lightning and thundered. In
the corner of the room, he had a backpack and a duffle bag packed for
their trip tomorrow. They'd drive together in a convoy to Wisconsin,
which would make the drive by itself a hell of an experience.

/Maybe I can ride with Andrea and her family,/ Matt wondered. But that
too wasn't without its downsides. Andrea's husband was kind of an
asshole. Anytime they were together, it was a constant bickering match
that ranged from sniping to full on shouting that was followed by
protracted awkward silence. /I'll have to double check to make sure I
packed my headphones./

The strangeness started when the constant barrage of messages from
Stephanie came to a halt. The last text read suspiciously to him.

/Stephanie/

'I can see you don't want to talk right now, so I'll leave you alone.
Have fun on your vacation!'

Her response seemed too... sane after the constant badgering of
insanity he received from her. Not that he can blame her after the mess
he had created. He worried she had ulterior motives. A plan behind the
scenes. Something he didn't see. Things became weirder yet when at the
end of the night he received a text from Amy. Unprompted. Amy had sent
just one picture to him. It was a closeup photo of Amy's wet pussy lips
parted and nothing more.

Matt didn't even know how to respond to it, so he didn't. He set his
phone aside for several minutes and tried to think of where he stood
with his relationship to his stepsister and stepmother, but his
thoughts couldn't travel much further than the image on his phone let
him. He masturbated twice Friday night to the photo of his stepmom's
pussy.

Saturday morning was filled with curt shouts from his father and busy
body hands from his current stepmom, Sharon, as they loaded their SUV.
Even though Andrea and her husband and child wouldn't be there till
1:00pm, Matt's father insisted that they all be awake, and the car
loaded up by 8:00am. After two and a half hours of waiting in the
living room listening to his father shout at various people for
annoying him that morning, Matt whispered to Sharon he was going out to
get some food. She made him promise he would return home by noon and he
left.

/Matt/

'Leaving town for a few days. Can you meet?'

By the time he had his car, the seat belt on his phone vibrated. Amy
texted him and told him to meet her in the Mall parking lot in Lot M.
It was a busy morning with lots of traffic and construction, so it took
him almost 30 minutes to get there. When he finally did arrive, he saw
Amy's car parked in the middle of Lot M and took a free spot not far
from hers.

Matt spent the next 15 minutes surfing the internet on his phone while
periodically looking for a familiar face walking by. The parking lot
was full this morning. Dozens of women and couples were going to and
from their cars on this Saturday morning.

When Matt spotted Amy, he had to do a double take at her. It was
strange; she was dressed remarkably ordinary and yet Amy had a way to
elevate her basic clothes to sexy. Amy wore a thin purple sweatshirt
with black and gray yoga pants. She had gold bracelets and necklaces
with medium-sized golden hoop earrings. The way her top fit her form
was hypnotizing. The closer she became, the more he focused on her
bouncing breasts under her shirt and he realized she wasn't even
wearing a bra.

Amy spotted Matt sitting parked by her car. Her hands were full of 4
bags from clothing and jewelry stores. With a nod of her head, she
motioned over to her SUV with her head. She sat down in the driver's
seat and he joined her in the passenger seat. "Alright, take your pants
off," Amy sighed, brushing a spare strand of hair behind her ear

Matt's eyes went wide with panic. "What? Here?"

"Yes, here, now hurry up," Amy said impatiently as she looked around.

"Someone could see. Don't you want to drive somewhere else? Back to
your place? Or-"

"Are you kidding? I'm not losing this great parking spot. Besides, I'm
on the clock. My friends are inside waiting for me," Amy said. Looking
both ways before looking annoyed at Matt, who remained fully clothed.

"Uhh..." Matt was shaking his head before his mind was even done saying
the pros and cons. It seemed like a terrible idea. There were dozens of
people walking in front of them in the parking lot. "I don't think-
never mind, we don't have to-"

"Oh, for Pete's sake!" Amy flustered. Her hands shot to Matt's hips. He
was wearing black, baggy athletic shorts that were unlucky for him
because his feeble attempt to defend his shorts being pulled down was
futile. "There's not a chance I'm risking you going home and finding
another certain girl to relieve yourself inside." His stepmother said
the gritted teeth. By the time Amy had gotten his shorts and boxers
around his thighs and had her hand around his soft cock, Matt had given
up all hope of stopping her. Instead, he had resigned to shrinking back
and down in his chair as a young couple passed their SUV.

"There's my boy..." Amy said in an almost childlike voice. Her hand
worked his cock slowly, massaging his shaft to life. His pulsing cock
flexed to life and spread her fingers apart. "What's the matter? You've
never fucked in a car?"

"Er- nope, also not in front of people," Matt said, biting his lip. A
hook of a smile appeared on Amy's lips as she leaned down just below
the dash and turned her slow massaging strokes into a rougher, more
purposeful pump. Her pendant bracelet jingled and bounced against his
thigh as she jerked him harder. Amy bit her own lip as she watched Matt
strain to hold still as his shaft flexed at full strength.

"Are you close? You're as hard as a rock," Amy asked impatiently. Her
face hovering inches from the head of his cock. As she panted from how
fast she was pumping his shaft.

"Ah- no, I don't know," Matt squirmed, doing his best to act natural as
more people passed by. "I don't even know if I can do it with all these
people watching."

"Oh, I think you can, baby," his stepmother smiled her magenta lipstick
lips at him. With her eyes locked on him, she slid his lips down the
head of his cock. Like a magic trick, he watched the bulb of his head
disappear under her thick lips. All in one motion, her mouth slid down
his shaft and he felt the warm moisture surround his shaft. The head of
his cock pressed against the back of her throat.

Matt's eyes rolled to the back of his head and when they returned he
saw his stepmother's pained face as she struggled to bob up and down,
deep throating his cock. After a long second, she slurped up his shaft
and gasped for air as the bulb of his cock reappeared. A string of
saliva held onto the tip of his cock as she pulled away.

Her hand pumped more vigorously, yet. Spreading her saliva everywhere
on his shaft, Matt's chest was panting as an unaware man walked between
the cars, passing him.

The giggle that Amy released was pursued by a moaning purr as she
looked up to Matt. "Mmmm... I forgot how fucking good is tastes to suck
your cock. Mmm..." Amy went back to tease and kiss the head of his
cock, but as she did, the driver of the car beside Matt arrived. The
owner was a younger woman and attractive. Not much older than Matt.

Matt instinctively twisted and pulled away, but Amy was relentless. Her
mouth wouldn't release his shaft, tonguing the head. When he understood
Amy wouldn't stop, he had to press the back of her head down quickly to
keep the young lady from seeing his stepmother's bobbing head when she
looked over.

Taken by surprise, Amy gagged and struggled for a moment at the
unexpected deep throat. She slid her whole body down to the floorboards
between his legs. When the lady finally drove away, Matt released his
stepmother's head, and she pulled her mouth free, gasping for air
again. But her eyes lit up and there was a horny excitement hiding
behind her grin. Amy went wild. Pumping his long hard shaft while
messily sucking his cock. Between her thick lips choking his cock and
her penetrating eyes staring him down, Matt felt a constant flutter in
his stomach and tingling in the bottom of his throat.

It felt so good Matt forgot about the people outside in the parking
lot. He didn't even realize his eyes were closed until he opened them
at the high-pitched hum released from Amy. In the last seconds, while
his eyes were closed, Amy had slid her yoga pants and panties down to
her knees. Despite how skinny and narrow Amy was, in her cramped state
beneath the dashboard, she was just able to reach behind her around her
round bubble butt with her left hand to swish her fingers around her
wet pussy.

When her lips popped off of the head of his cock, she continued to pump
his shaft as she climbed up his body and turned away. This moment of
awkward maneuvers was enough to wake Matt from the trance his
stepmother had put him in.

"No, no," he protested weakly. His hands acting like he was pushing her
away, but really they never touched her. His words had no effect on
her. A moment later, Amy had her yoga pants falling from her ankles as
she guided Matt's shaft inside her tight pussy.

The feeling of his shaft being engulfed by her warm, moist lips was too
much to bear. He closed his eyes and released a groan as she pushed
down on him. Her ass firmly pressed into his lap and her pussy tight
around his shaft, she leaned back and moaned, looking at him over his
shoulder.

"Mmmm... you don't like this? You don't like your stepmother's pussy
squeezing on your fucking cock?" Any squinted her eyes at him and bit
her lower lip as she cooed a sighing moan. She squirmed her hips around
in circles and ground on him. He could feel her pussy pull on his shaft
as she did.

It was only at this moment that Matt understood from the look in her
eyes that none of this made sense. In some backwards logic, Matt had
rationalized what Amy had told him. She was doing this for her
daughter's sake; she said. In Matt's mind, she was 'helping' him out
for her daughter's sake and he was taking advantage of this opportunity
with an attractive woman while it was presented to him. But as he
stared into her seductive eyes, and saw how much she was risking being
with him. How much she was risking by fucking him in a public parking
lot. His stepmother wasn't fucking him for his or his daughter's sake.
She was doing it because she wanted it. Amy wanted his dick. She wasn't
talking dirty for him, it was because the taboo was turning her on.

Matt's hot, sweaty palms found Amy's hips and his fingers inches under
the bottom of her shirt. He held her steady for a moment as he bucked
his hips up enough to push inside her. "Ahhh!" Amy yelped, startled by
the pressure. She braced herself on the front dash as he lifted her up
and pulled her down onto his shaft. "Ah Ah Ah ahh!" Amy stayed quiet as
Matt took control, penetrating her pussy in small, hard, and steady
pumps.

Leaning forward, he snaked his right hand inside her shirt and felt her
warm tits bouncing beneath her shirt. Pulling her back to him, he
squeezed her left breast and pinched the nipple as he squeezed her
narrow back against his chest.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck me, yes!" Amy moaned as her hands rubbed his entire
body along his sides. She pressed into him, nuzzling her head back into
the crook of his neck as her hips bounced up and down slowly fucking
him. "Ahh fuck. Ahhhmmmm that's it, fuck mommy right there..." Amy's
voice became high pitched and weak.

Her body became limp and malleable in Matt's lap as his stepmother
leaned forward. Amy's hands braced on the dash with her head bouncing
inches above it. All Matt could hear were her raspy breaths and the
sloshy wetness of her pussy as he fucked her. "Oh god, I'm cumming I'm
cumming I'm-" The high-pitched scream broke as her body shook and her
muscles froze.

A Step Apart Ch. 03

by Ravenblackerotica (UID 2788845)

https://www.literotica.com/s/a-step-apart-ch-03

Matt&#x27;s stepmother catches him with his stepsister.

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"Oh god..." Matt groaned at her moans. His hands quickly went to her
hips, clenching them tightly as he forced her spasming pussy up and
down on his shaft.

"Ohmygod ahh!!!" Amy screamed as she leaned back, nearly hitting Matt
in the face with the back of her head. Matt felt himself explode inside
her. His nose and lips were lost in her heart. All he could smell was
the fruity odor of her conditioner as he felt his cock flex inside her
over and over. Her back arched as she twirled her ass in his lap for a
moment while silent coos escaped her lips. "Mmmmm that's enough to keep
you honest for the weekend?" She whispered in his ear playfully.

Before he could respond, both of their eyes fell on the expression of
the older couple as they walked by the front of Amy's SUV. The look
they gave them was somewhere between shock and horror. Amy quickly
stuffed her shirt down so to cover her breasts and Matt pulled his
pants up as she switched back to her seat.

"Oh my god," Amy laughed exiting the car. "You need to get out of
here."

Matt was panicking and just moving. Zipping up pants and jumping out of
the car, he looked to make sure the elderly couple was far enough away
he could make it to his own car. "Hey," Amy said before he could flee.
She was adjusting her yoga pants that had a small wet mark near the
crotch. "Don't forget to call me when you get back." She winked.

Matt gave a small smile and nodded and got in his car. He was going to
be late getting home. He felt a twist of something painful in his gut.
A swirl of guilt and worry permeating through his body. As the peaks of
excitement and ecstasy wear off to nothing, Matt drove home in silence.
The worry pulled him low in his seat.

/Jesus, things are getting so fucked up,/ Matt thought.

Story Tags: stepmom; stepsister; stepson; taboo; female%20orgasm;
blow%20job; cream%20pie; rough%20sex; mature; milf

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