Stepmom helps out 1 - Sex Stories

Stepmom helps out 1

... you a secret. On my fourth or fifth date with your dad, we were making out at my old house, and I decided I wanted to go down on him." She paused, blushing. "I can't believe I'm telling you this. But, I just asked you to jerk off twice, so I guess it's alright. Anyway, I got it out of his pants, and wrapped my hand around it, and before I even got it to my mouth he came. I wasn't prepared, and he covered my face with cum. "But I stroked him off anyway, and when he was done he was embarrassed and I had a face full of cum dripping off me. But he was a good sport and used his tongue to get me off so it worked out fine. It wasn't the first time someone had come on my face, but it was the first time I hadn't had a warning first." I looked down and realized I was hard again. She looked at it, and then thought for a second. "You know those muscles, the ones you use to stop peeing? When you're close to coming, flex them hard. Think only about how hard you can squeeze those muscles. Squeeze them so hard that your whole body tenses up, and see if you can last longer." "Should I do it again?" I asked. "No," she said, walking over to me. "I think we can stop for the day. Besides, I'm meeting some friends for lunch. Just think about what I said and practice. Maybe in a few days I'll see if you've improved." Annie then pulled me up and kissed me once on the cheek. As she did she bumped her stomach against my penis. A smear of cum marked the spot of our collision. She looked at it and then ...

... back at me, but said nothing and walked upstairs. I put on my shorts and then sat back down, thinking. I had just jerked off—twice—in front of Annie. And she had given me homework for the "next time." The idea of a next time set a broad grin on my face. "Mike..." Annie called from upstairs. I dashed upstairs to find her bedroom door open. I entered, and heard her call my name from the bathroom. I knocked and she answered, "Can you grab me some shampoo from my cabinet?" "Sure," I called back, grabbing her shampoo. I opened the door to her bathroom slowly. "It's alright," she said, "the glass is fogged up." Annie and my dad had a transparent glass shower. The room was steamy and the shower and mirrors were completely fogged up, but I could see her curvy silhouette against the shower glass. She reached a hand up to get the shampoo from me, and I could barely make the outline of her tits through the fog. "Thank you," she said. "No, thank you," I said. "For the show." "Ha," she said, "Very funny. Now get going." I turned to leave but looked down at the counter as I reluctantly turned from her. I saw her workout clothes in a pile by her hair drier. I paused, looking down at the black cotton underwear she had been wearing. They were completely soaked. I grinned, turning around to get one last look at her before I left. A week passed and I practiced holding off my orgasms on my own. Annie made no mention of our "lesson" or if and when there would be another, but I applied myself and ...