Chula Vista Dreaming (part two) - Sex Stories

Chula Vista Dreaming (part two)

... she would blush and look away. It made me want her even more. I was sitting next to her today. I was usually across from her, with Dad at the head. Today I sat in his chair. As we finished up I gently placed a hand on her leg, hidden by her dress, with its black dots on yellow. I patted her thigh, and then softly pressed my fingers into the tender flesh. She jumped, but she didn't slap my hand this time. I rubbed her leg for a moment, then went back to eating. I wiped up some yolk with a piece of toast, chewed, and swallowed. Then I grinned at Cindy. Her smile was hesitant, but her tongue touched her lips, and she arose to clear the table. We did the dishes together. I dried as she washed. Then we went into the living room. I sat down in one chair, and she sat on the sofa. Her hands were in her lap. They were gripping each other. I could see them turning white. "Were you going out today? It's lovely weather, after the rain last night. Smell how clean it is outside. It's fine weather to go downtown. Did you have friends to visit?" "No, I didn't plan on leaving the house. I have a paper I still need to work on. It's due next week. It's boring, but I need to get it done. I have other things I want to do too, Cindy. I think you know what I mean." "Peter, I think you're very bad. Yes, you are. You really can't expect me to do things with you. Some things just happen, but that doesn't mean it changes the way it is. It isn't the way we should be with each other. You understand? ...

... I'm your stepmother. I should never have done what I did last week. I'm sorry Peter." I stood up. I approached her as I unzipped my jeans. I was reaching in to take out my cock when she got up and ran into her bedroom. I heard the door slam shut. My shoulders slumped and I thought the world had ended. I loved her so much. I wanted her so badly. In my room I sat on one of the bunkbeds. I was about to get up and go out for a walk. "Peter." She was in my doorway. "Please dear. Come into my bedroom. I'm weak, I know that. I have needs, Peter. I'm tired of the toys. I'm tired of never being fulfilled. God, Peter. I needed you such much last week. I need you now, baby. Please, come into my room. I want something. I promise that this will be the last time. Just once more. Will you do that, Peter?" I pushed myself up from my bunk. My cock was growing. I felt it as I walked quickly after Cindy. We went into her bedroom and she pulled her dress up and over her hips and breasts. She was wearing no underwear at all. She looked like a nymph from one of my mythology books. I kicked off my sneakers, and was pulling my belt open. In no time my pants were down, and my hard on was bobbing up, as I pulled my tee shirt over my bare chest. I was grinning like a fool. Cindy got on the bed and crept up to the headboard. She put pillows up and leaned back into them. Her knees were up and her legs spread apart. I could see her pussy lips, and they were moist looking. Her hands were on her breasts, ...