Fucking the Family © January 2012 by Sasha Merin
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A Stepmother’s Sin
Nearing thirty, Linda felt the need to put extra effort into keeping her body toned. Her husband Rick did his best to reassure her but would praise her regardless of how much weight she put on. She had the added advantage of having never given birth, though he was putting pressure on her to do as much. Not likely, not with their ten year old daughter Sarah in the house for at least another eight years. At least Paul would be moving into a dorm soon. He had waffled on going to college directly after high school but thankfully he had listened to reason in the end.
Paul had been a difficult one to deal with. It had taken well over three years for the boy to start treating her like his actual mom. It had helped when his biological mother Rachel had moved to the west coast and contact had been minimal since. He had only been nine when her and Rick started dating and his relationship with his real mom had still been rather healthy at the time, but as Rachel began to disintegrate into drugs and alcohol that had diminished to a point where he began to rely on her more and more.
He had grown into a handsome man, very similar to his father. In many ways he had grown into a more enhanced version of Rick. Both taller and better built, she couldn't help but find herself wishing Rick would put more effort into staying in shape.
Stepping off of the treadmill she resigned to another half-assed attempt at exercise. Fact was she hardly needed it and exercise was more of preventative measure than anything else.
Tonight she would be taking Sarah to a friend’s house and planned to have the house to herself for the first time in what felt like ages. Rick wouldn't be back from his off shore work for another two weeks and Paul rarely ever came home any more. He chose to spend his nights with friends though she suspected he had a girl he was probably sleeping with. She never felt it right to ask him as he was old enough to do as he saw fit. She may have felt differently two months ago when he was seventeen but he was a man now and was allowed to make his own mistakes.
Once home again Linda ran herself a hot bath and settled in for what would be a short soak before hearing the front door slam shut. She jumped at the sound which resulted in water spilling over the edges of the antique tub. “Fuck,” she cursed as water coursed over the floor soaking the clothing she had left on the floor. Climbing out she grabbed a bathrobe hanging behind the door and cracked the bathroom door open. It would have to have been Paul, but she couldn't remember for certain if she had locked the front door. Peering both ways she slowly edged down the hall which led into the Kitchen.
“Paul?” She called out.
“Mom?”
“Paul!” She exclaimed while turning to face the young man who had come up behind her. “Don't do that! I thought you were staying out tonight.”
Paul laughed, “Sorry mom.” He moved past her into the kitchen and began exploring the fridge. “I didn't exactly expect to be home tonight either.”
“Something happen?” Linda asked as the boy began preparing a sandwich.
“Nothing I really wanna talk about,” he replied in the sort of 'drop it' voice he used a bit often lately.
“Well I had planned to watch some movies tonight if you wanted to join me.” She knew he would decline and probably spend the rest of the night locked away in his room.
“Sure mom, not really feeling like alone anyhow.”
“Can't promise you'll enjoy them but snooze you lose right?” She said as she smiled at him. “I'll be in the living room.”
She had considered going to get dressed but frankly she felt far too comfortable wrapped in the cashmere robe that had been a wedding present from one of Rick's more wealthy family members. Curling up on the sofa she readied the first movie she had expected to watch alone. She hadn't really thought about its content when she had invited Paul to join her. He was an adult now however so it should be fine. Not exactly pornographic but it did have some scenes that almost fit into the soft-core porn category. She really had expected him to decline.
Thirty minutes into the movie and she already regretted her decision to have him join her. Paul had sat to her left and she had reclined against him and stretched out with the remaining length of the sofa. She couldn't help but feel a little too intimate with the sounds of love making echoing through the room. His body warmth was melting into hers and without any intent she felt her body beginning to respond. She suddenly became aware of the warm dampness between her supple thighs; her nipples had already hardened from the friction with the robe.
She mentally reassured herself that this was normal. Why shouldn't she be aroused by what she was watching. It had nothing to do with her son. The more she tried to convince herself it wasn't Paul causing these sensations the more she doubted herself. He did look like his father after all, maybe she was just associating. Glancing down she gasped at the growing bulge of Paul's crotch. At least she wasn't alone. Though she immediately wished it had been just her. Was he aroused at the movie or something more taboo? The robe wasn't exactly revealing but it did nothing to hide the subtle curves of her body which she knew attracted the attention of boys his age. Would he see her that way? He wasn't biologically hers after all, would that even matter?”
“So do you watch these movies often mom?” He asked with amusement in his voice but clearly shaken. He was obviously uncomfortable with watching the scene play out in her presence. Completely normal behavior she thought.
“Of course not,” she replied a bit quickly. “Not with Susan in the house. I didn't really think it would be this racy either.”
The scene had gone on a bit longer than she had thought it would but once it was over both relaxed a bit. But as expected the two on screen lovers had several more scenes together and neither Linda nor Paul wanted to acknowledge the discomfort. To do so almost seemed as if it would confirm what each had been feeling.
Paul could barely keep his eyes on the television and he was silently cursing himself for it. The combination of his mother's scent and her body heat, both of which were enhanced by the hot bath she had just taken. Her bathrobe did little to hinder his imagination and while for the most part it concealed any illicit view he could still make out the supple curves of her breasts, the rise of her hips from the toned belly he had recently started admiring. Thanks to the crude nature of his friends he had heard far too often how sexy she was, though he hardly had to hear it from his friends to notice. His friend’s moms were all in their late forties or mid-fifties while his own could easily pass for a slightly older sister. In fact that's what most had assumed until corrected.
Only barely five feet tall he had recognized her beauty at a young age. As early as fourteen he had stood eye to eye with her and throughout school he had always compared the breasts of his classmates to those of his mom's. It wasn't so much that he desired them, he had never really thought of her sexually but she definitely seemed the ideal. Large and exquisitely shaped on her small frame they had been the subject of many discussions among his friends. The fact that she had a cute little face with wavy locks of blonde hair didn't help things either.
Only an hour earlier had he been about to fuck his girlfriend when she confessed to seeing someone else. It had been something he suspected but knowing as much had set him off. Despite the arguments that followed and the ten minute drive home he still had an aching for a good fuck and his cock was definitely reflecting that desire. This movie wasn't exactly helping matters either. Every slight movement Linda made caused his cock to flinch under the thin fabric of his jeans.