My step mom wasn't very old, around in her early thirties. She was 5"8, in good shape, had long wavy brown hair and green eyes, and pretty much had the body of porn star. Her breasts were 44Ds and had a sexy curve to her body. Practically, being eighteen, I wouldn't of minded fucking with her, until my father caught eyes on her as well. About a year after they met, they got married regardless of their age difference (my dad was in his late-forties at that time). That night before they left for their honeymoon, I heard the rattle and groans from the two making love in the room opposite of mine. However, it was only my dad I could hear. God I wondered how she did it.
As we walked up the stairs, my step mom while in her pink white robe continued to look back at me smiling. I was still confused.
When we got into her room, she turned to me. "I got a call from the school. Something about you and Jenny."
I felt shocked that she knew already. "Diane, we just got caught together behind the school. Nothing happened, I swear."
Although I was telling the truth, she continued to believe the school's choice of words. "Were you making out?"
"Yeah," I confessed, "but nothing more than that, I promise."
She seemed calm. "Nah, don't worry. I believe you." She walked over to the bed taking a seat.
Slowly I began to feel relieved.
"You know when I lost my virginity I was your age," she began, "his name was Randal, looked a lot like you."
I began to feel perplexed again.
"You know if you did have sex with that girl, I wouldn't of been mad."
"But Diane," I answered back, "we were just making out."
Her stare turned more focused. "Just?"
I felt myself give in. "Ok, so we felt eachother. It's no big deal."
"Did she say anything about you?"
"Well," I knew the answer to the question but instead I lied, "just that I was cute."
She chuckled. "I don't think she would put her hand down your pants just since she thought you were cute."
I sighed. "Well does 'hot' sound better? What more do you want to hear?"
She leaned forward. "I'm just wondering how you attract girls."
"What do you mean?"
"You know," she said. I caught her glancing down from my face. "You know you can show me everything, I won't mind."
"Wait," I said confused, "what do you mean by that."
She sat back a little more. "Why don't you go on and let me give my own opinion?" With that she rose from the bed and walked over to me.
Although my nerves were wracking, I happened to stand my ground.
When she stopped in front of me looking up a bit at my face, she spoke, "I'm girl to, I can help out. Trust me."
My body felt as if giving into her, but my mind kept repeating this is wrong. "I don't know..."
"Hey," she said, "I've seen a hundred of 'em. Believe me, seeing my step son's is nothing different."
Although I felt guilty, I finally gave in. "Well I guess a little feedback would be nice, that's all."
"No worries, babe." She then backed away allowing me some space.
After I slid off my shoes and socks, then my shirt, I looked up to see her reaction. She appeared calm, as if this was just simple routine.
When I pulled my jeans off leaving only my boxers, she spoke, "Looks like sports and weight lifting have done you good." She reffered to my chiseled body.
Without thinking, I felt myself chuckle. "Thanks." But I felt foolish afterwards. 'Thanks? She's your step mom, not a cheerleader!' My thoughts were racing around wondering if I was doing a fool's pay or was just under a simple bond of trust and curiosity. But then the thought occured, 'Trust'. She looked as if she only wanted to give some advice, nothing wrong with that.
She had already sat back on the bed with her hands on her lap like a doctor in the examination room. "Alright," she spoke, "now let's take a deeper look."
She gestured me over with her head. I was beginning to feel nervous as I took slow steps toward her. After I was around five feet away from her I felt myself stop, drawing the barrior limit from her.
She chuckled softly. "Nah, don't be shy." She softly waved her hand towards her.
Although feeling that taking another step was wrong, I did so a couple more feet.
"A little closer..." she said in friendly tone.
So I did, stopping right in front with her head leveled with my boxers.
"Alright," she began, "let's take a look of of what we got."
With that, I felt her hands reach out and slide across my sides. Grabbing the ends of my boxers, she slowly pulled them down. When I felt my boxers drop, I looked down to see her reaction. Still she looked calm, but an open smile came across her face.
"There we go," she said still resting her hands on my lower thighs. She paused for a moment examining my flaccid cock. "You have a beautiful penis, Morgan." She began, "Don't worry about your size, there's no such thing as to big."
I felt my nogin blink. "Wait, how do you know?" I did have a very large penis and had talked to the school nurse about it, since I felt a little bit out of the ordinary.
"Your school nurse told me," she answered, "she said how you felt bad about it being so large." She returned her hands to her lap and looked up to me. "I know there are a lot of girls who are scared to have a boyfriend with a large penis. But don't worry, there are those who love them."
I started to get into the coversation feeling more comftorable even though my dick was a foot away from her face. She didn't mind. "Well," I started, "it's mostly the fact that I might hurt them, you know, down there."
She chuckled a little. "There's always different ways they can take it. There's always oral."
I felt myself laugh softly at her assumption. "How could any girl fit this in their mouth?"
She gave a sly smile. "Well for one reason I know I can."
I felt myself freeze, as well as a little blood begin to flow into my penis. It began to grow bigger and she almost instantly noticed. She smiled. "Hey, it's alright. I don't mind." She said, "In fact, how about you show me how big it can get?"
Almost as soon as she said that, I heard the door move open. In walked our golden retriever, Sam. I still remained focus on what she said. "I'm not sure if I can get it up in front of you." I felt myself blush a little from my words.
She smiled showing her teeth. "Nah, don't worry. We're friends right? Friends help eachother." With that I felt one of her hands slide up my leg and stop on the top part of my thigh.
I felt myself begin to feel speachless. "Diane..."
She smiled again looking up at me. "Nah, it's alright. I'm just gonna help you get it up, ok?" She scooted closer towards me.
I felt still and nervous.
"Go on," she said, "slide into mouth."
She sat straight with her eyes still looking up with a smile on her face. Although I thought so hard about putting it up to her lips, I still wasn't hard enough just to slide it in. She still had one hand close on my thigh, so I slowly reached down to lift up my semi hard cock and began to move closer to her. I felt more nervous than ever. I stradled my legs a little when I reached her own to meet her mouth. I felt shocked when my dick's head was only inches away from her face. Slowly, once it reached her mouth, I touched her lips while she opened her mouth. Slowly, I felt her head move forward and her lips slide down over my shaft. The warm wet feeling nearly took my breath away as I felt my rod begin to grow. I looked down and saw my cock begin to slide in and out of her throat. Since it wasn't fully hard, I felt it bend easily as I reached the side of her throat. I gasped out air as I felt her tongue lick around my large soft shaft. Soon she had the entire thing down her throat and was now moving her mouth a little farther in a circular motion while managing her tongue around the beginning of my shaft. Since my cock's skin was thick, I was able to enjoy it without cumming to early. But as my cock continued to grow, I felt it almost reach rock solid. I heard my step mom let out a grunt, and soon slided back down my rod and finally off it.