Chula Vista Dreaming (part eight) - Sex Stories

Chula Vista Dreaming (part eight)

... against my ass, wanting more cock, more cock. I was fucking her as hard as I could. She took all of me and begged for more. Damn. I came. I rammed one last hard deep thrust and spewed my semen into my stepmom's pussy. She cried out as she felt it and her body shook with a huge orgasm. I was pumping more sperm into her, over and over. Fucking my sweet Cindy. Our lips were feverishly kissing. Kissing and fucking. So good. It was enough. I fell on top of her and my cock slipped out, dripping sticky fluids onto her curly pussy hair. I was spent. Her legs were sprawled apart, and I placed a hand on her wet pussy. Gently stroking it as she quivered. I kissed her again. "So good to me. You're so good to me, Peter." I smiled. Silly. She was the one who was perfect. We cuddled and drifted off to sleep. We awoke when the morning birds started singing, around five in the morning. I woke up first and was looking at her sleeping. She would sometimes have a bit of drool leaking out the left side of her mouth. It was cute. I didn't tell her because she would have been embarrassed. Her eyes came slowly open, saw me, and smiled. She wiped her mouth with a little hand. We both shared the bathroom to get cleaned up. I loved to watch her take a piss. It was cute the way she blushed. Then I helped her straighten up the bedroom, putting on new sheets and making sure it was clean. Cindy made me breakfast. But I needed to get back to the rooming house. I really did have studying to do. She saw me ...

... off at the front door, and I walked around the block to the bus stop. I would be at my room in about forty-five to sixty minutes. I was around noon when I got to my room. I settled in to study. I did have several chapters to read, but no actual writing to do. Still, I needed to be prepared for class the next day. I spent all afternoon reading and taking notes concerning the information in my texts. I was tired when it was time for dinner. I had been smelling the food Mrs. Longtree was preparing for hours. I could smell what I thought was cabbage. I was right. She'd made stuffed cabbage. It was good. And all of the residents had sat down to dinner, including my stepsister Maggie. I hadn't seen her since Friday. She was busy chatting with her friend Naomi. But she'd waved at me as she sat down. I wondered if she knew about Sheila. As most of us left the table and started to go upstairs I asked Maggie to stop by later. She smiled and nodded, then went on up to her own room. I was opening my door as she entered her room next to mine. Not long after that I heard a tap on my door. I opened it and Maggie came in and sat on the bed with her legs crossed. I was standing beside the bed looking at her. "What's up brat? Where've you been all weekend?" "I went down home to see Cindy." "You could just call her Mom, you know. You're funny Peter." "Anyway, she told me something. I mean, do you know about Sheila?" "Oh, the divorce and shit? Yeah, I knew that. I guess I was waiting until the ...