I love my mother, Kay. Let’s get that out front first.
“Men only want one thing, Catherine. And it’s our job to give it to them. But that doesn’t mean we don’t also get what we want.”
I knew what my mother meant. It just sounded to me like glorified prostitution. But when she explained that she wasn’t just referring to material things, but actually enjoying sex as much as men, I had to sit up and listen a little closer.
She and I had been through a lot since she and my father divorced, and he disappeared. In fact, we’ve been alone for ten years.
We shared everything…even a few men.
My first sex was with her then guy, Rollo, two weeks after my sixteenth birthday. He was always eyeballing me, and I did very little to discourage him. He was tall, dark-skinned, and incredibly good-looking. Anytime alone with him would have set up the perfect “we had been flirting and one thing led to another”. Yet it took my firm, blonde, sexy self literally walking up to him wearing nothing but my bathrobe and asking him if he would fuck me.
Get what I want, right, Mom?
So why did she really want to marry Brian—dullest man I’ve ever met in my whole life— and one year before my high school graduation?!
“It’s stability, baby,” she had told me when I voiced my disapproval. “You’ll understand when you are older.”
I fucking hated it when she said shit like that. She and I know that I’m way older than 17, at least maturity wise.
I had to be. I was my mother‘s “partner” at age eight. I helped with shopping, cleaning….and on more than one occasion, nursing her after a rough boyfriend drank too much.
Of the many things my mother had taught me, knowing “my body is my own” was foremost. Yet the female form was also a tool. The greatest influencer on the planet, creating opportunity and ways of getting things I might need.
Rollo got it. And Rollo got some.
I came twice.
With the lock on my virginity box finally opened I was soon fucking every weekend; often with different partners male and female. I was good at it, like Mom had encouraged. Back then, Mom laughed about the old saying of a girl having a “reputation for being an easy lay”. It was often seen as a scarlet letter. I wore it like a fucking crown.
My mom is a gorgeous, intelligent, redheaded accountant with incredible DD breasts. She knew exactly what she was doing every time she put on a dress or heels. Always with strength, dignity, and a hell of a lot of smoke.
I remember her helping me put on makeup the first time I went on a “real” date freshman year. She did my mascara and spoke directly.
“Cat, I know you know what sex is. And when you look like you and I do,” she glanced down at my lacy bra-encased teen tits, “people are going to want you a lot. Advice to you? Get really good at it. Make them want it, make them crave it, make them desperate for it. And then you will get whatever you need for yourself.”
I asked her “Sure, Mom, but wouldn’t that make me a whore?”
She had paused and leaned back, her expression very serious. “Sex is fantastic, Cat. So why the hell should we not get it the way we want?”
It was hard to argue with her.
That night at the movies, I got my first French kiss. Then after, Angelo Pirelli bought me a new purse at the mall.
Back to now:
Mom had been dating Boring Brian for almost eight months when she shocked me with the wedding plans. Another shock came when she said we were going to stay at his place for a weekend so I could meet my future stepbrother, Liam.
What the fuck?!
First off, that’s a stupid name. Second, why the hell would I want to meet him? After graduation, I planned on getting as far away from Brian as I possibly could. Why waste energy meeting his kid?
I secretly wished Mom would come with me.
The house was nice enough. Had a pool, which was great as it had been a really warm May. I pulled up in my Civic and a tall teen with wavy brown hair greeted me at the door.
Stupid name, maybe, but he was cute.
“Hey…I’m Cat.”
He nodded and gestured me in. “Liam. Nice to uh…” He had seen my ass sway past and was struck silent by my tight cutoffs.
I smiled as I turned around. “Meet me? Duh. Nice house,” I added as I walked toward the kitchen. I set my bag down on a stool and stepped to the fridge. “Got anything good to drink?”
The poor kid’s jaw dropped as I bent over to look, keeping my legs straight so my ass and thighs looked tight and fabulous. He was cute enough and back then I was always horny. Guess I should at least say hello properly.
I turned around holding two bottles of Corona, my favorite
“So, Liam, you gonna join me?” I flirtatiously asked as I offered him a bottle.
He hesitated, staring at it as if it were a snake
“Uh, I’m not old enough to drink yet, and I’m pretty sure you aren’t either.”
I shrugged. “Suit yourself.” I twisted off the cap and set it and the extra bottle onto the counter. I took a few swigs. It felt great on this hot day.
I looked out the back window at the inviting pool. Without turning around, I decided to turn things up.
“Can we swim or is it just for show?”
I turned just my head back, knowing he was staring at my ass. Who the hell wouldn’t?
He blushed; either because I caught him or because the ideas he was having in his head were shocking him.
“Sure, if you want to. But it’s going to be cold. It hasn’t really gotten warm enough outside to….” I turned and stuck out my sweet C titties, resplendent in my pink tank. “….warm…the water…um… you know?” He then gulped loudly enough that I heard it.
I smiled and took a few more drinks of my beer. Then the sweet thing barely choked out, “Do you have a, uh, you know, swimsuit?”
One thing I am guilty of then and still guilty of to this day, is getting more turned on by the hunt than the capture. And this poor seventeen-year-old thing was done.
From the boil inside my shorts, I knew I was starting to get horny as hell.
I slowly drank the last of my beer. I set the empty down on the counter and tried as best as I could to let out a ladylike small burp. I giggled.
Mom always said, “The first touch says it all”. I leaned in close and put my hand on his chest. He felt tight and fit, and I felt his heart rate accelerate. I found out later he was a soccer player.
My head got very close to his, and I simply said, “Don’t need a swimsuit,” flipped my long blonde hair and set off for the swimming pool.
My last fuck had been three days before and I was itching for it.
Call me whatever you want, slut, whore, easy, trash. Because my mom encouraged it, I like sex. And back then, I’d fuck whenever I had the need. No shortage of nice cocks or pussy around, is there?
I had the body for it. I had the need for it. And I had a potentially nice cock ready.
On the deck, I brazenly pulled my tight tank up and off. My light blue bra held me just like a bikini would. I’d swam in lingerie before.
Next came the peel.
60 to 70% of pornography where a woman is taking off pants, shorts, or panties, the shot is from the back: legs stiff, spread wide, the body bent. Like at the fridge, this shows the ass and pussy in their best possible light when revealed.
I prefer the front view.
I smiled at Liam’s gaze as he darted his eyes to my tits.
I unbuttoned my jean shorts and peeled them over my hips, letting them fall to the ground. Hooking them with my right foot, I tossed them towards the chair I had dropped my shirt into. In my panties and bra some mystery was preserved. And he was itching to investigate…
Without losing eye contact, I reached around and unhooked my bra. In the classic reveal moment, I held the cups with my crossed hands. His eyes locked in, and he was holding his breath. I also saw a growing excitement in his shorts that had me heated and moist.
I slowly slid my bra off, held it daintily in my fingers, and dropped it into the chair.
Poor Liam was beside himself and let out his breath with a shaking grunt.
I had and still have great C cup tits that have always sported aroused nipples. Even with the thickest cups, I am often poking out in my standard tight clothing. And I could not be happier about it.
Now for the panties.
I hooked them with my fingers, slid them to mid-thigh and then shimmied my hips until they fell to the ground. Lifting them with my right foot, I dropped them perfectly on the chair.
I turned away to seal the deal and bent at the waist. I looked like I wanted to organize my clothing. It was, of course, to give him a classic view of my naked ass, and shimmery sex. I turned back and smiled, my long straight blonde hair hanging like a perfect porn star backdrop. (See cover! Giggle)
I was really fucking horny now!
I actually felt a drop of my girl juice drip out of my hole. No way he missed that!
I stood and even though he was not close to the water, I walked towards him first. I unapologetically slid a long, manicured finger over his erection, and he flinched, pulling his hips back as if I had stung him.
Without looking back, I said, “I hope to fuck you’re going to join me. Maybe the cold water can help that hard-on,” I dropped to a whisper, “Liam.”
Name drop, the last step.
Seduction complete, I did a perfect dive into the cool water. My body was shocked for a moment; he was right, the water was still too cold. The heat between my legs welcomed the relief, as temporary as it would be.
As I surfaced, I stood tall, bending slightly, my breasts just above the surface. I pulled my hair back and squeezed the water out.
The splash behind me made me smile. Now let’s see if he was bold enough. I stood still and was wonderfully surprised to feel his hands on my waist.
I moaned softly, “Mmmm…Aren’t you getting bold?”
Bolder still were his hands sliding to my hips I was also surprised by the sudden feeling of a very impressive teenage hard on sliding up the crack of my sweet ass. He was naked! Fantastic.
I turned my head to give him access to my neck.
“I like to have my neck kissed and nibbled. And slide your hands up to my tits. If we’re going to fuck you need to get to know every inch of me.”
I waited for a moment as I heard him take a few deep breaths of courage. His mouth met my shoulder, and I shivered, despite already being cold in the water. I realized it was not just his mouth on my neck making me groan, but his cock pushing even harder into my ass crack. My future stepbrother might get both my holes today!
His hands did reach my tits, and he squeezed and palmed them, my nipples pushing against his skin. I pushed my own ass back against his cock in invitation. He instinctually ground into me. The moan I let out was real, especially when I grabbed his hands and pushed them harder into my chest.
I was surprised by how low and seductive his voice suddenly became. “I give in, it worked… Let’s go inside.”
I rotated in his arms, and we kissed hard for the first time. Our tongues immediately became best friends.
I pulled back and simply nodded in agreement.
Toweling ourselves off was actually more perfunctory and quicker than I would have thought. But the way his now seven inch thick cock bounced in front of him, I understood the urgency.
He grabbed my hand and led me back into the house. I expected to fuck in an upstairs teenage boy’s bedroom with movie and video game posters judging his skills. We never made it that far.
The living room had a great couch and I honestly didn’t give a shit where I got this cock just that it got into me.
We latched our increasingly warm bodies into each other, my leg wrapped around his bubble butt.
Hands roamed and explored, and our pelvic regions were magnetized towards Nature’s greatest force.
Apparently, I had awakened the beast. Liam grabbed my hair and pulled my head so I was facing the ceiling. I gasped at the power as he took my left nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Maybe he wasn’t a virgin!
“Fuck yes, Baby!”
I grabbed his head and held it tight, not wanting the combination of pain and pleasure to end anytime soon. I slid my right hand down his hard abs and reached between us to grab his pulsing pecker. He was hard and dripping; just like a teenage cock should be when in the arms of a hot, needy blonde slut.
He moaned into my breast flesh, and I shivered in anticipation.
I was strong enough to push him off me and he dropped onto the couch, his impressive cock bouncing against his belly. He looked surprised, but then changed to a “kid in a candy store” expression when I straddled him. I was opening my cunt as wide as I could; puffy and pulsing, and very, very ready.
“I’m going to ride your cock, Liam. I’m going to fuck you like no one has and probably ever will. You will remember this as the best fuck of your teenage life.”
To my delight, his eyes went wide and he obediently nodded in agreement. This was so fun!
He took hold of my ass, which was fine by me. I grabbed his fantastic thickness and set the head at my already pulsing tunnel. With a gentle wiggle and a hard push, I settle down on at least three of his inches and stopped.
I leaned over, my hair falling over his body, and both of us groaned in equal satisfaction.
I had been steering this ship, but now it was up to me to let him join me at the wheel.
At this point, I cannot recall how many times I had ridden a nice cock, probably a few dozen already in my short life. I especially loved it when its owner would push up into me as I dropped.
I began my up-and-down and was loving squeezing him inside. He was thick and filled me beautifully yet I was not prepared for the frenzy this kid had behind his lustful need!
He was soon pushing up quickly and rapidly. His head hit my special spot and I came hard. Usually my partner will let me shake myself through my cum, but he just kept going.
“Oh my God, I’m coming— holy— fu- !”
My breath caught as my next orgasm hit just as hard as the first.
Forceful reverse jackhammer motions sent a third on its way immediately.
“Oh my God, oh my God! Keep going, keep—nnnnghhh- holy fuck,YES!”
I was barely able to get out these words and he wasn’t saying anything.
I would find out this was his favorite position to watch in porn, and I was his first to ride his cock for real. He was simply dumbstruck.
That rookie energy served us both well as orgasm number four climbed on board and slapped me upside my head.
Oh Mom! If you could feel what I’m taking!
I was determined to get his load because I was not sure how many more orgasms I could take. I was very good, but I did have a limit.
Everything I know about erections came into play with how I ground and squeezed. My cunt was prepared to take his load and he soon chose to deliver.
“Ohh, Cath!” He yelled as he pushed up and held still.
I let the name blunder go as the searing gush of potency painted my pussy passage!
Pulse after pulse fired off, and I climaxed into oblivion! My body shook, my pussy spasmed, and my nails dug into the couch ripping the fabric some. Oops…
We shook together then collapsed, panting, sweating, and desperately trying to hold onto the sensations.
I was able to eventually sit up some and I held half his face as we kissed hard.
He was panting like he ran a dash. “That was… was..” he was so cute.
“The best fuck of your life?”
He laughed and nodded. “Yes, thank you.”
I lifted, slid down and took his still hefty handle into my hand. I began to lick and clean our combined coatings.
Then I looked up into his eyes, one hand on his balls, the other on his shaft. I gave him my best sexy grin and quietly said, “Best fuck so far. Time for round two.”
***
My stepbrother and I fucked three times that afternoon and dozens more over the years. I still see him periodically and we always try to squeeze in a quickie.
Just recently, he told me he bought a new motorcycle. I smiled as it reminded me of a trip I took with him and two of his buddies when I was twenty-five.
I’ll tell you about it later.
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