A Wife & A Mother

Sweet Mommy (Part-1)

I needed the real thing; I was tired of wanking off to old magazines and needed pussy. The porn was not working for me either and it was damn near frustrating. I got to my feet and looked at my very hard boner that was giving me hell. I ran my hands through my damp hair and threw on an old jeans and tee-shirt. The mansion was empty and the maids had left for the day.  Dad’s car was in the driveway and that only meant more boredom for the rest of the night.

  I got into my car and headed for the club down the street. I hit up my friend, John, to join me but he luckily had a pussy to attend to for the rest of his night, unlike me. The club was not popping as I expected and with it being a weekday I didn’t expect anything less. I walked over to the bar and ordered a double scotch before I took in my surroundings in search of an easy lay.  My eyes landed on a blonde who kept throwing me signals, she was dressed skimpily and looked broke from the one beer she kept sipping. I asked the waitress to send her a bottle and got the reaction I was hoping for.

  “Too desperate.” a voice behind me said that sounded very familiar to me. I turned my attention to where it was coming from and felt embarrassed when I saw my stepmother sipping on a martini next to me. I had not seen her get in but appreciated her casual sexy classy look.

  “You think?” I asked after waving at the blonde.

  “Oh yeah,”, she answered. “She probably has some nasty STI; you do not want to stick your pecker into that.”

  I let out a slight giggle before looking around the bar.

  “I don’t have many options,” I answered. “I might as well hit it.”

  “Been a while?”

  “You have no idea,” I answered and thought back to the nasty break up my girlfriend and I had just a few months ago.

“You with Dad?” I asked and took a look around. Thinking about Kayla still brought back painful memories that I did not want to dwell on.

  “No, old man wanted to sleep.”

  “He is okay with you hanging out alone in a bar?”

  “I haven’t seen any threat thus far,” she answered and went on to scan the room and sipped on her martini.

  Her lips looked full with the choice of lipstick she had on that day and I thought of them circling the tip of my cock.  I wanted to slap myself when the thought crossed my mind but blamed it on my dry spell.

  “You look really good by the way ,” I told her trying to keep off any sexy images of her from my mind “Dad let you out of the house dressed like that?”

  “He doesn’t give two shits,” she answered bitterly. “Always working and tries to bribe me with diamonds. I am not complaining, I love being spoilt but there was a time he used to love me, look at me even.”

  This was not a conversation I wanted to have with my step mother but the look on her face made me change my perception about her. I had always thought of her as a thirsty gold digger after a huge chunk of my father’s wealth not as a person.

  “I have an idea,” I announced, my attention was since gone from the blonde bimbo throwing me signals and focused on my stepmother’s drama. “Let’s play a game.”

  “I am not in the mood,” she started with her sad eyes but shrugged her shoulders before saying, “Why the hell not?”

  “The game is called I never, this is how it’s played,” I started to explain but was interrupted almost immediately.

  “I know how it’s played,” she answered before turning her attention to the bartender and ordering a few shots of tequila. “Did you drive?”

  “Yes,” I answered.

  “We might have to call a cab once we are done.”

I smiled, this girl was a damn freak and I liked every minute of it. The game began and I got the floor first.

  “I have never kissed a girl,” I said. I assumed she would not drink to that but was beyond shocked when she took a shot of tequila and winked at me.

  “I have never fucked in the back of an automobile,” she said and took another shot immediately. I took mine right after her with an easy goggle as I loved how the night was going.

  The game got steamier without a doubt and after a few hours of talking and drinking lightly and having a good time. We both realized how drunk we were after a few more shots and asked the bartender to call us a cab. I had to hold her hand as we staggered to the cab and loved how my arm settled on her slim waist. I dared to place it on her well rounded behind and she did not resist or give me a warning look. Shivers travelled up and down my spine as I got into the backseat of the car, my boner resurfaced when I peeked at her white lacy underwear underneath.

  I gave the driver our address and loved how she snuggled next to me. This woman was clearly horny. I didn’t think I was drunk enough to cross the unspoken boundary.  She placed her hand on my crotch when the car started moving and this made me jiggle with glee. I played the morality card and took it off but she was adamant and placed it on my crotch again. 

  “I can’t,” I hesitated. “You are my stepmother.”

  “I know,” she answered with her sad eyes once more, “but I am a woman and I have needs.”

  She went on to fiddle with my zipper and before I knew it had taken my boner into her mouth. I daresay she was really good with her mouth and I sat back and enjoyed how her mouth circled around the tip of my dick, a fantasy coming true. I let out a soft moan once we got home and the cab parked right in front of our driveway. The front light was out and I was sure my dad was out like a light. I reluctantly asked to her to stop giving me head and helped her out of the cab, our next destination was unknown and I led her to the guest room where I had been staying afraid that she might slip a few unnecessary things to my father.