Midnight Lessons From My Step-Mom

Angela waited for my Dad to fall asleep before making her move. She had signalled me hours earlier while we ate dinner. She sat across from me while Dad occupied the head of the table, droning about silly stuff between him and several colleagues of his at the office that afternoon. I tried to concentrate on my soup, but how can you when your Step-Mom is giving you to ‘come-on’ eyes; eyes that let you know her intention of wanting to eat you raw were it not for decorum at the table.

She didn’t need to inform me of her midnight excursion, and no words were exchanged either—it glimmered in her eyes like a flame.

 Dad inquired how my sophomore years in college were going. I gave him a bland answer. My Step-Mom’s feet collided with mine under the table. I stretched my feet so she could further tickle me with her toes. She smiled at Dad and responded to whatever he said while she kept on secretly multitasking.

I remained in the living room watching TV while they retired to their bedroom. I sat there for nearly a half-hour before deciding to retire upstairs, except I didn’t head directly to my door; I approached my parents’ bedroom and pressed my ear against the door. I caught bumping noises that echoed with heavy grunts as if someone was lifting furniture when actually they were having sex. Angela was giving Dad some pussy so he would sleep comfortably while she does her thing with me later.

I returned to my bedroom, showered, then masturbated to relieve myself of some anticipation before switching off the lights and settled under the covers.

I’d nearly dozed off when I heard my door open and light from the corridor spilled into my room. A dark shadow entered my room, shut my door, then the lights came on. Angela’s perfume wafted into the room, tickling my nose. Her shadow loomed over me; still I pretended to be asleep until she touched my arm.

“Are you asleep?”

I turned around and sat upright and ran my hands over my face to wipe any speck of sleep in my eyes.

“Not anymore I’m not,” I said.

“That’s good,” she undid the straps of her nightgown and let it slip from her shoulders to reveal her lingerie; her full-sized breasts and erect nipples resembled missile cones. I swept aside the covers to reveal my nakedness and erect penis. Angela climbed onto the bed and I gasped when she snaked her hand around my organ, wielding it like a magician’s staff, then began jerking me slow but deliberately. I felt like I might explode any minute.

She maneuvered further onto my bed to then kneel before me and got earnest with her business. Her tits looked soft and yearning in her lingerie.

I was delirious with nervousness—never had I dreamed to make love to a mature woman who was twenty-plus years older than me, who so happened to be my Step-Mom—imagine what Dad would think if he came and found us like this. She caressed my shoulder, which helped calm me down.

“You just lie back and let me handle things,” she purred.

I lay back, clutched my pillow under my head, while she adjusted herself, then drew closer to my groin. I gasped the instant her lips connected with my prick; it felt like getting head from an angel.

Angela jerked my cock like she was changing gears in a car while her mouth stayed glued to my prick. I frantically swept her hair aside to see how well she was doing. She maneuvered further onto my bed to then kneel before me and got earnest with her business. Her tits looked soft and yearning in her lingerie. I wanted to lean forward and touch them so badly, to feel their weight in my hands, and to kiss them . . . to suck on each pair . . . to fall in love with them as only an adult would.

My Step-Mom stopped for a moment to lower the arms of her lingerie, exposing her tits to me, then she wrapped them around my cock and rolled them like two pieces of bread holding a bun. I was gasping frantically, and suddenly I squirted cum upon her tits. She moaned delightfully at what she had accomplished, and didn’t stop until my squirting reduced to oozing droplets. She ran her fingers over her tits and torso, dredged up loads of semen and then dropped it into her mouth; she licked her fingers and smacked her lips when she’d finished. If I was capable of getting hard again, I damn sure would have ejaculated again upon seeing that.

My penis was too limp to be of service anymore. My Step-Mom knew this too; I felt like I’d disappointed her.

“Don’t worry,” she said after wearing back her lingerie. “We’ll play again some other day; we’ve got plenty of time before you return to school.”

She tucked me back into my covers and kissed me, then switched off my lights and left my room.

She wore back her nightgown before returning to the master bedroom. She didn’t bother switching on the lights. She took off her gown and slipped into bed.

“How did he do?” Dad asked.

“He came too quick for me,” she said. “He’s still got a lot to learn.”

“You’ll teach him. You’ll show him the ropes.”

“I’ll do my best, dear. The rest is up to him.”

Angela cuddled against his chest and fell asleep in his arms. Such as how things ended the night I ventured closer into manhood.