Step Mother - Sex Stories

Step Mother

My wife Jessie was away on business, a trip to London for a few days to negotiate the terms of a contract her company would be undertaking. We texted as she sat on the train, we face timed as she walked through Euston, we face timed again as she sat in the cab to her hotel, and then later, once she was settled in her room, she face timed me again.

"I hate being away from you sweetheart," she said, her face close to the screen.

"Oh God baby, I hate it too." It is true, I do.

"Let me show you the room." She turned the camera around and then slowly swivelled. There was a large bed, beyond was a sitting area with a settee and beyond that a work desk, and then the large window, the drapes were undrawn, I could see the lights of London beyond. She walked through the room and showed me the bathroom. It had a large rainforest shower and two sinks. In the mirror I caught a reflection of her, she was naked as she spoke to me.

"Oh baby, I miss you so much, I miss your scent, I miss your touch, I miss the taste of you."

"Sweetheart," she said, "I miss you too, I want your tongue between my legs, nibbling licking, tonguing me into submission."

"Baby, I want to taste you, to savour the flavour of your honey pot, I want you to lay quivering as I have your clitoris in my mouth and my fingers inside your fanny and your arse. I want your climax to crush my fingers as your fanny and arse clench and you drown my face with your juices."

We carried on like that for a few ...

... moments and eventually we kissed our farewells with promises to speak in the morning. I turned and found myself staring at Sarah my step mother. I had forgotten that she had come over. She had been out of the room when Jessie called and I had been facing the garden and hadn't heard her behind me. She would have heard everything. Oh well.

"Oh, Sarah." I said, "I thought that you were in the other room."

Sarah laughed, "Don't be silly, you two are married, I only wish your father spoke to me like that sometimes."

What could I say? I didn't really want to think of my dad and stepmother having sex, I just shrugged.

The door knocked and I looked at it surprised.

"That's the takeaway," Sarah said, "I ordered us something and when I came in to tell you, you were already deep into the call with Jessie."

"Oh, okay, thanks."

I went to the door, paid and tipped the driver and took the bag into the house. I put it on the kitchen table and opened it. Chinese. "Anything in particular?" I asked.

"Oh God no, just stick something of everything in bowls, we can sit on the settee and eat, yes?"

"Yes, of course," I answered.

"And bring me a fork, I can't be doing with chop sticks"

I dished out the Chinese into the bowls. It was chop suey, chicken sweet and sour, egg fried rice and a large spring roll. I grabbed some paper towels and forks and took them through to the lounge.

"Do you have any wine?" Sarah asked.

"Yes of course, I would have offered but I thought ...