Stepmom Goddess II - In case of emergency . . . - Sex Stories

Stepmom Goddess II - In case of emergency . . .

​ I could not stop thinking about my encounter with Olivia, my new stepmother. My first coitus, my first blow jobs, my first loving . . they were all glorious. She was so beautiful, so sexy, and such an incredible body, all in a mature, season 43 year old body. But that body was nearly a fucking supermodel. I don't know what I thought was going to happen, but I guess my head filled with all sorts of fantasies. I just assumed she was going to be my lover and I was going to be so happy. Somehow I just imagined my father out of the way or something. Anyway, after our sensual love making I fell into a deep sleep, despite having only recently woken from my nightly slumber. When I awoke I was sad that she wasn't in the bed with me, and I heard her in the kitchen banging around. I got up, pissed (not to mention having to clean up the errant spray from my urethra stuck a bit from cum residue) and headed out. I walked up behind her. She was wearing her blue bikini top and sweat shorts, with the waist rolled down a bit showing just the tip of her bikini bottoms. She was wearing house slippers, which didn't have her up on her toes as I loved but still those long muscular and toned tanned legs were enough to get my modest prick to start to swell again. I wrapped my arms around her, my hands on her tummy, pressed my crotch into her bottom and kissed her on the neck and nuzzled. "Hello there," I growled, trying to be sexy, though I was pretty clueless. What did I care, she was my ...

... goddess, my lover, my favorite woman in the world. "Um, hi. Did you sleep well?" Olivia asked pulling my hands off of her bare midriff and turning around. Her smile was warm, those not seductive like before. "Amazing, best sleep ever." My eyes glazed over looking at her again. "Ok, good, I need to change the sheets and clean up the room." "Are you sure you don't want to, you know, have some more fun before you do?" "Fun?" "You know . . . " I said as I slid my hands onto her hips. "Sweetie . . . . " She pulled my hands off. "I won't blame you, my own motherly instincts took over and I should have controlled myself." She cupped my hands and gave me a kiss on the lips, closed. "I am happy to have shared such a important experience with you and I hope you feel fulfilled, but sweetie, don't get confused . . . I am married to your father, and you need a girl your own age. It was an incredible moment together, but it has passed, and there aren't going to be more." I tried to keep my composure but I could not. I began to cry, my hands going to my face. "Oh sweetie . . . I'm sorry." Olivia cooed, pulling me to her and craddling my head on her shoulder and held me. I must have cried for 2 minutes. I was so overcome with emotions, happiness, disappointment, love, anger, loss. Finally I got control and pulled away and walked to the back door. "Marc? Marc are you ok?" I said nothing and left the house and went to my guest home and laid in bed and cried more. Then I jacked off thinking of my ...