Chapter One
Maggie hated herself at that moment. So much so that in her thoughts, when she cursed herself, she called herself by her given name of ‘Margaret’ instead of what she insisted everyone else calls her, Maggie. She lay there with tears swelling in her eyes but refused to allow one teardrop to fall down her cheek.
You’re so stupid, Margret. You will not cry. Not in front of your stepson. You’re a grown woman and you’re sobbing like the stupid child you are!
Maggie took slow and steady breaths through her mouth because she knew if she sniffed through her nose the wet stuffy sound it would make would alert her stepson she was crying again. And he was laying right behind her in the bed.
Taking a deep breath, Maggie cleared her thoughts. She had calmed herself down ever since going inside her stepson’s hotel room, but now as she lay in the darkness trying to find sleep, all of her thoughts swelled back to the fight she had just left in the next hotel room over.
I might be dumb, but I need to stop. You’re working yourself up over this. Just put it out of your mind like every other time. Think about… think about the beach tomorrow. How warm the sand would be.
A chill cut through Maggie while she tried to think about the warmth. Nick kept his AC on full blast in his hotel room throughout the entire night, and she didn’t know how he did it. He only slept in his boxers. Granted, she wasn’t much better. Maggie wore an oversized white t-shirt and her light blue pajama pants. The shiver went through her body so deeply that she trembled on the bed.
“Are you cold? Do you want me to turn the AC off?” Nick asked, leaning up on one arm behind Maggie. He was half out of bed already.
“Oh, no- no, sorry, stay,” Maggie said, reaching behind her. She meant to grab his arm but felt the soft skin of her stepson’s inner thigh, the fabric of his boxers, and maybe something else. “It’s uh, just a shiver. It’ll pass.” Maggie quickly slid her hand away.
“Are you sure? It’s no problem,” Nick pressed.
“Yeah, no, you can leave it on, um, maybe if you can just rub my arms a sec to help warm me up. Then I’ll be fine,” Maggie’s small hands, which were ice themselves, did little to nothing rubbing her own shoulders.
“Oh… yeah, sure,” Nick said, climbing back into bed. Maggie almost had to grab the side of the bed while he readjusted on his side to keep her from being rolled about. Same as when Nick’s father got in and out of the bed.
Nick might’ve been only 19 years old and a sophomore in college, but he was already quite the specimen. At six feet tall, he was becoming more and more involved in the power-lifting community. A gift from his father who used to compete in Mr. Universe competitions as a bodybuilder. Nick had always been into lifting, but through his college years power-lifting had become a passion of his.
Maggie could feel Nick’s body depress the bed behind her and his body heat irradiate on her before he even touched her. His bear’s claw of a hand wrapped around her delicate shoulder and stroked up and down to her elbow. Maggie let out a long breath as she felt the clenched feeling in her chest since leaving her husband’s hotel room, finally released. Closing her eyes, she hummed a sigh of relaxation and felt her body slide backward into the concave of the bed and back into Nick.
His body was soft and hard at the same time. Though not cut like his father was with defined and lean pectoral muscles and such, Nick’s solid body was filled with hulking muscles with a thin layer of fat over his muscles. Leaning back against him felt perfect at that moment. Another shiver went through her body as the cold left her body. His body’s warmth permeated from her back, edging closer to her front. As she wiggled tighter into the position of the small spoon was when she felt the growing bulge from her stepson’s crotch.
At first, Maggie froze. She didn’t want to embarrass Nick and so she thought it was best to pretend it wasn’t there. To just lie still and act like she didn’t feel his erection poking her butt crack. But as the seconds passed, things only got worse, not better. Her poor stepson’s erection had only grown larger and harder, to where she even had to adjust her butt cheeks, so it poked between her thighs and not right into her cheek.
Maggie didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t ask him to leave; it was his hotel room that he allowed her to stay in for the night. Maggie couldn’t leave the bed; Nick was nice enough to give her the bed after Maggie and her husband had their fight. Nick was going to sleep on the couch until Maggie forbade it.
“This bed is huge, why don’t you just sleep on that side,” she had said. “It’ll be fine, we won’t be near each other.” How little did she know how much room a six-foot-tall power builder takes up in a king-size bed?
And to top it all off, she was the one who asked him to rub her shoulders for her. As with everything, it was all her fault. Maggie made this bed and now she must lay in it. Literally. She felt it in the way his hand rubbed her shoulder as well. It was more hesitant and careful. But something else was happening, too.
Maggie felt Nick’s hard-on flex between her legs and her eyelids fluttered as her eyes rolled back in the bliss of the feeling. The tip of his shaft had flexed up and into the lips of her sex in such a way to just part them. He didn’t intend to press just there, and she didn’t plan on becoming so aroused, but they both happened.
A moment passed, and she felt him flex again, this time even harder and longer. What made it worse was when Nick tried to scoot back to relieve the pressure made by his swelling erection, but due to the depressed bed, he immediately rocked back forward, the head of his shaft jabbing the crotch of her pajama pants up into her sex.
This time, the feeling was too much. Nick grabbed her shoulder, probably intent on pulling away from her but the force of his grip only sent her over the edge. Her delicate hand closed on top of his, holding it to her shoulder. The moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. Maggie pulled his large powerful hand towards her face. She wanted to feel his warmth on her cheek, but somehow, she had pulled his hand and it ended up in her left breast.
Braless and wearing only an old Atlanta Zoo t-shirt that was much too big for her since she had bought it back when she was seven months pregnant with her daughter from her first marriage, Maggie’s heavy, thick breasts hung to the side she laid. Without any assistance, Nick’s warm palm gripped right on top of her nipple. Pressing into her chest, Maggie hummed another moan. High pitched and thoughtless as she ground her butt cheeks against her stepson’s crotch.
Maggie didn’t want to think about how Nick was her stepson for over four years now. She didn’t want to know that she was over twice his age, and she didn’t want to remember that somewhere out there she had a daughter that was in college and two years older than Nick was right now. Thinking would mean thinking about the fight she just had with Nick’s father and she could not bear that, and more importantly, that would mean this amazing feeling she felt would have to stop.
Maggie’s hand reached behind her and wrapped around the thick muscle of Nick’s bare thigh. Holding him against her backside, she felt his bulging member push and grind into her ever-moistening pussy. She realized just how depraved and desperate for satisfaction she was at that moment and in life. Nick’s hand slid up and down her breast, making circles and squeezing on the meat of her breast.
“Ohhhmmm…” Maggie let the words escape her lips. Her ever-erecting nipples ached with the rub of his hand. The tip found every groove between his fingers until, finally, his thumb and forefinger pinched around her, making her press her ass out and into his lap. “Ahhh… oh, hmm…”
After what felt like a lifetime for Maggie, he stopped teasing her nipples and breasts, keeping her in a state of reckless bliss. Nick’s hand then slid down the front of her t-shirt slowly. She winced when his hand brushed her stomach. Maggie winced but held her breath so Nick would not notice. As she felt his fingers near her sex, Maggie opened her thick thighs for her stepson. It was instinct she ran on now; her mind was a clouded maze of pleasure and she was lost in the middle of it and not looking for the way out.
When his fingers slipped beneath the elastic band of her pajama pants, Nick seemed to hesitate as his hand brushed along the short strands of her trimmed bush she had. Like a spoiled teenage girl, Maggie whined as she couldn’t stand the pause and pressed his hand farther down her pants. “Mmm…mmm…”
Immediately, she felt his thick finger press against the length of her pussy lips. Maggie’s mouth hung open and her breath caught in her throat as she felt her stepson enter her. His thick finger slid with ease inside and back out of her pussy. Nick panted along the back of her neck as Maggie turned her head so her blond hair wouldn’t stick in his face. Nick’s finger pumped her pussy lips in excruciating slow and deep thrusts.
“Ohh!” Maggie moaned and went silent again as she held her breath. Her lips were so wet she could hear the sloshing of her juices as his pace slowly increased. Her pajama pants had slid out of the bubble of her butt in all the commotion and Maggie could feel her stepson’s shaft through his stretched boxers grinding between her butt cheeks. Like most forty-two-year-old mothers and married women, she had never had anal sex, but the harder his shaft pressed on her, the more excitement she felt building at the base of her throat.
“Oh my god, ohmygod,” Maggie pressed the back of her hand into her lips as they rambled from the build of excitement. She was so close she wanted it to cum. She needed the orgasm. The release. She wanted it to be over, but at the same time, she wanted it to never end.
Nick’s palm smacked into her pussy now. His finger was fucking her, making her whole body shake. Her breasts bounced up and down under her white Atlanta Zoo shirt.
“Ohhh,” Maggie moaned rather loudly. Then even louder, “ohh, god! Oh nooo! Oh! Oh! Ahhh!”
She cried out as her thighs clamped together, and the powerful jolt of the orgasm struck her. Nick’s palm locked between her thick, warm, wet thighs, cupping her pussy lips as he held her in place, pressed back against his lap. Slowly, Nick’s firm hand slid free from between her tender thighs. Maggie hummed a high-pitched cooing sound as she tried to catch her breath.
Chapter Two
I can’t believe this just happened. Fuck. What have I done? I just finger-banged my own stepmom. My dad’s going to kill me! He’s just in the room next door. What if he heard her? What if she tells him??
Nick slid the palm of his hand out from between her thighs and felt the cool air brush his wet palm and fingers. The silence of the room hung between both of them as the only sound made was of the AC blowing from beside the hotel room door beneath the window.
Just outside that door was the heavy humidity of Panama City Beach. Nick was visiting home from college for a few weeks that summer. A promise he made to his father before finals, otherwise he would have never left the MSU campus. The townhouse he and his friends had just moved into was awesome, and he loved hanging out with his new roommates, but his dad arranged for this vacation to sweeten the deal. Nick hated the heat of the South, which is why he left his Atlantan home to go to Michigan for college. He made an exception to the heat as long as there was a pool or a beach he could dive into the water when it became too much. That was the appeal of this family vacation to Florida. During the entire 5-hour drive to Panama City Nick had to listen to his father brag about Terrence, his dad’s up-and-comer.
“You got to put in the effort if you want to compete with Terrence, Nick,” His dad had said. “I’m tellin’ ya, the amount of definition he has… I mean it’s not like me in my prime but it’s pretty damn close.”
His dad was a chuckler. He loved to make himself chuckle, then slap the backside of whoever was nearby and say some over-repeated saying about not working hard enough or “lighten up.” Nick’s stepmother encouraged him, of course. She seemed to love to listen to his father talk, and that worked out because his father definitely enjoyed talking.
Perhaps growing up with his father made Nick such a quiet soul. He chose to listen over being the loudest in the room. It was Nick’s listening that got him in this position with his hand still slick with his stepmother’s juices. After a long day of driving, Nick had gone to sleep in his hotel room while his father and Maggie retired to theirs.
It had only been an hour or two when Nick was slowly dozing off underneath the stiff sheets of his bed, listening to the low hum of the AC unit when he heard the muffled whimpers of a wounded animal. Nick had furrowed his brow. We’re on the third story on the beach. What animal could I hear from here?
By the time Nick tossed the low-grade sandpaper sheets off of himself and stood, he knew it was no animal. Outside Nick’s door on the coarse concrete breezeway overlooking the beach was his stepmother, Maggie. Her hands cupped her face as she tried to keep the crying from escaping her lips.
“Maggie?” Nick asked. She pulled her hands down and her breath caught. Like she had just been caught guilty as charged with some crime. “Are you all right?”
“Oh, umm… yeah, sorry,” Maggie went to apologizing as quickly as she finished cleaning her face of tears and straightening herself out. Nick flipped the peeker-latch lock in the doorway so the door wouldn’t lock behind him as he stepped outside. “I- I- it’s nothing it was just a stupid fight.”
On instinct, Nick went over to her side and rubbed a large hand over her back. Maggie immediately cried again while turning into Nick’s chest to hide her tears. It wasn’t until he felt his stepmother’s wet cheeks pressed against his chest that he realized he was out there wearing only his boxers. Nick gently rubbed her back as she curled against his muscled chest and abdomen.
He felt strange comforting his stepmom while she cried. He had never done this before and had never seen her cry before, now that he thought about it. I wonder what they could’ve been fighting about? I’ve heard my father yell briefly when I was in high school, but nothing that would cause this.
Nick stared out at the black ocean and heard the waves rumble as the white caps appeared before they crashed. After a moment, Maggie straightened and must’ve seen the curious bewilderment in Nick’s eyes. “Is it okay if we don’t talk about it?” Maggie asked.
“Sure,” Nick said, feeling the humidity cling to his body until sweat beads formed on the back of his neck. “Do you want to come inside my room?”
Maggie sniffled as she nodded. They went inside and she used the bathroom for a moment before coming back out and curling up on the couch and rubbing her arms. It was then, under the hotel light, that Matt realized his stepmother wasn’t wearing a bra under her shirt and quickly averted his eyes. “Can I use one of your blankets?” She asked.
“Oh,” Nick said, walking to his hotel bed, then pausing. He didn’t realize she wanted to stay there overnight. He had thought she was going back to his dad’s room in a few minutes or something. “Sure, um, here. Why don’t you take the bed? I’ll take the couch.” Nick grabbed a pillow and moved that way.
“Oh, no no, I can’t kick you out of your bed,” Maggie protested.
“It’s no big deal. I insist.” He smiled reassuringly.
Maggie made a small sigh of shock and gratitude as she stood and went to the side of the bed. She touched the pillow and looked at how big the bed was before she spoke. “This bed is huge, why don’t you just sleep on that side.”
Nick went silent as he stared at the bed and doubted he could sleep comfortably or at all scrunched in the bed’s corner. Maggie senses his hesitation. “It’ll be fine, we won’t be near each other.”
Nick relented and brought his pillow over to his side of his bed because he didn’t want to be rude. Not appearing rude. It was such a simple start to the evening that ended in such an unexpected and backward moment that Nick now lay behind his stepmother, spooning her and wondering what he should say. Should I apologize? For what? She pulled my hand to her! You could apologize for the massive erection you still…
