Making Out With My Stepmother

I have many good memories from the past: Getting a new bike for my 6th birthday, having the only A on a math exam in junior high, and winning first place in a tennis tournament at the state level, to name a few. I had bad ones as well, but nothing worse than when, as a senior in high school, I saw my mother crying inconsolably, telling me she had caught Dad cheating on her with his young secretary. It was when I was preparing for our final exams, and the last thing I needed was to get distracted. I did my best to spend as much time as I could with her, but I knew she needed more, and I was less available than required.

While Dad was busy most of the time at his luxurious attorney's office, and I hardly saw him for more than a few minutes at a time, Mom was ALWAYS there for me. She didn't only cook my meals, do my laundry, and clean my room, but also helped with homework, dressed my wounds when I got hurt, and was my best friend. I was heartbroken watching her cry endlessly into her pillow, refusing to get out of the house to a restaurant or a movie. This complicated situation made me feel hatred toward my father, which I harbored for a long time.

I still recall Dad attempting to explain his misbehavior to me, "Son, you are young, so you don't understand it now, but one day you'll find out that a man's physical needs go beyond a single woman. Your mother is a good wife, and has always tried to accommodate my urges, but she is no longer young, and a healthy guy gets tempted by younger flesh."

I tried to reason with him, "But Dad, Mom is 5 years younger than you."

He laughed, "True, but age affects her more than me."

Mother was never a centerfold beauty, but she wasn't ugly either, and Dad's words stung like 10 wasps. I didn't bother answering, yet I hoped that god would someday punish him.

They got a divorce 9 months later, and my father moved from our house to another part of town.

...

In the years that followed, I finished college, and with 2 friends developed a software that helped identify certain diseases based on a sophisticated analysis. we got several offers, and in the end, sold it to GE for $10,000,000. With part of the money, we began working on another project, which would improve flight safety. Now, 15 months later, 2 American airline companies show interest and have invested $2,000,000 each. With my future in business going well, I purchased a house in a nice neighborhood.

During all these years, I managed to spend some time with Mom, and teach her how to use a computer. She loved reading articles about food and fashion, but, after multiple times I insisted, she agreed to search for a potential mate on Match.com.

In my free time, I still love playing tennis with a couple of regulars I've met at the health club, and 3 times a week, I exercise on various machines for 2 hours at a time.

Since starting college, I've dated 4 girls, each for 5 to 12 months. Every girl I went out with was pretty in her own way and had an athletic body. You can say I was lucky, but I looked at it differently: At 6'0", 180 pounds, muscular body, with dark hair and eyes, and being described as handsome by the ladies I dated, I thought of myself as a catch. The fact that, despite my young age, I was already a self-made millionaire was a bonus.

My sex life was going well too. With my first girlfriend I was shy. She had prior experience and taught me about foreplay, how to find erogenous areas on a woman's body, and a couple of sex positions. I was doing better with my second, and soon found out that she was more adventurous. She liked more risqué situations, like doing it on an open balcony, 'accidentally' exposing her breasts in public, and once even a threesome, having her best friend join us in bed. I liked our intimate escapades, but we separated when her whole family moved to England. The next girlfriend was shy in the beginning. However, shortly after we began dating, her initial hesitance changed dramatically, and she let me establish all the rules during our intimate moments. She turned out to be submissive, and with her, I experienced my first anal, as well as B&D. The 4th girl was a redhead who was smart and funny, that I first saw at a party with friends. Her personality captured my imagination, and I started dating her. She was great in bed, but after a month, I found out that she was using hard drugs, including cocaine. I attempted to convince her to stop using, went with her to sessions, and even took her to the hospital when she accidentally overdosed, but she didn't quit, so I bailed out.

...

One day, I noticed among my mail an envelope from my father. It was unusual: After finding out about his cheating and the divorce from my mother, my relationship with him was never good. In fact, except for a congratulatory card on my birthday and the occasional meetings at relatives' homes at times of special occasions, we rarely had any contact.

I opened the envelope and saw a card, inviting me to Dad's wedding. Despite never seeing her, I recognized the spouse's name: Samantha. She was my father's secretary, with whom he cheated on Mom. I knew he didn't invite Mom to the wedding and debated for days whether to attend or not. Finally, I chose to go. I still had strong feelings against my cheating father, but elected to show SOME respect. I didn't tell Mom about Dad's getting married, letting him decide whether to tell. Why should I give her the news which might aggravate her dispirited mood?

The wedding was celebrated in a large hall at a luxury hotel. There were about 100 guests, most of whom were Dad's colleagues and employees. I arrived late, and saw the couple surrounded by well wishers. I sat at one of the side tables, waiting for the right time to congratulate the couple. Twenty minutes later, as I was sitting having a beer, Samantha came to speak with a guest at the adjacent table. This was the first time I got a close up look at her. She had a pretty face with large blue eyes, long blonde hair, button nose, and reddish, full lips. Her figure was more difficult to assess due to her fancy dress, but I thought it was VERY acceptable. She chatted with the other guy for a while and laughed with him, revealing cute smile and commercially-white, unblemished teeth. Yes, she looked very attractive.

As I was ogling her, I heard my father saying, "Hi Julian, thanks for showing up. Let me introduce to you my future wife, Sam."

I stood up as he brought her to my table, "Honey, that is my son, Julian."

Her eyes explored me up and down, and she grinned, "Joe, I knew you had a young son, but I had no idea he was such a handsome one."

I smiled, "Thanks for the compliment, but I think that if there is anybody in this room who's worth ogling at, it's YOU!"

She came close, hugged me, and whispered in my ear, "I didn't compliment you. I said what I really think. Please come and visit us." Her ample tits pressed against me, and I felt my penis start to stir.

As she relaxed her hug, Dad said, "Darling, my son is not only handsome. He is successful in business and a good tennis player."

She giggled, "That is nice to know. Joe, remember I told you I wanted to take tennis lessons? Well, if Julian has some free time, he may teach me, for money, of course."

Dad gazed at me. I said, "I helped a few guys with their tennis moves, but I am not a certified instructor. I'll do my best if you are still interested, but if I were you, I would have chosen somebody who will do it by the book."

"I don't care for a stranger, and have no plans to become a professional player, so if you could spare some time for me, I'd rather have you..."

"Ma'am, go back to your guests and enjoy your happy day. After the wedding, if you are still interested, call me, and we'll discuss how to proceed."

"Thank you." She smiled one more time, folded her hand with Dad's, and left.

I stayed during the ceremony, ate a couple of chicken wings, saw the newlywed couple dance briefly, and left.

...

A month later, Samantha phoned me, "Hi, Julian. Your father and I just returned from our honeymoon trip abroad. We had some issues, but the destinations we visited were worth it. Anyway, your Dad said that since we were married now, I shouldn't continue working as his secretary and stay at home. So all of a sudden I'll have plenty of free time, and I thought of going to yoga classes and start learning tennis. Is your offer still stands?"

"Samantha, I never go back on my word. If you are interested having me as your instructor, I'll be happy to oblige, but we'll have to establish a plan based on my job schedule."

She giggled, "First, I wish you'd call me Sam. And second, as I mentioned before, I can adjust my time to yours."

"Have you ever attempted to play tennis, paddleball, or ping pong?"

"As a 6 years old, my father played with me once on the beach for 15 minutes, but that was all."

"In that case, we'll begin with the very basics: Learn about the tennis court, the ball, and the racket, including the proper way to hold it. My preference is to do it in my yard. My property has a private tennis court. I love the game and frequently play on it with friends."

"Terrific! This means that we won't have to wait for others to finish before getting onto the court."

"Exactly. Can you be here Thursday at 4 pm wearing shorts or a short skirt with a breathable, short sleeved blouse and sneakers?"

"Tomorrow, I'll go and buy everything at Target."

"When you are there, better buy also a racket. I suggest a lighter one, which weighs around 270 grams, and see that the grip feels good in your hand. A simple Wilson racket is a good option, and it costs less than $20."

Her laugh was joyful, "I think I can afford it."

"OK, see you on Thursday at 4 o'clock.

...

Sam was at my door at 4:10 pm, claiming it was hard to find my house. I didn't understand why because it was well marked, but I decided to let it go. The main reason was her appearance: She wore an Ivory Ribbed Knit Ruffle Hem Minidress, and when she moved, it was apparent she was braless... Her body was to die for: Perfectly shaped smooth legs, a narrow waist, and either C or D cup breasts, which swayed from side to side with each step.

Sam entered the house with a racket in her hand, having a broad smile, and was totally oblivious to the impression she made on me. My penis started rising.

She said, "I hope I bought the right racket. The seller recommended it."

I woke up from my daze, trying to regain my brain power, pretended to examine the racket, and gave it back to her, saying it would do. I offered her a cold drink, but she refused, electing to start the lesson.

I led her to my backyard, toward the court. She looked around, saw that I had a nice pool and a 4-man jacuzzi, and smiled, "You have a wonderful yard. You can play tennis, then swim a little, and later enjoy the jacuzzi. I am jealous."

"You don't have to be. If you feel like it, next time bring a swimsuit, and we'll do what you suggested."

She blushed, "Julian, using you as a tennis instructor is a lot. I'd hate to impose further."

"It will be my pleasure to have my stepmother as a guest."

"Are you being a gentleman or really mean it?"

"I am serious."

"Thank you. If next time the day is hot, I may just do it."

I brought her to the court, explained the basic rules of tennis, including how to serve and the meaning of the multiple lines on the court. Sam listened intently, and when I finished, she mumbled, "I think I understand. Let's give it a try."

I smiled, placed her close to the net on one side, and moved to the other side. I hit the ball lightly in the direction of her right hand. She galloped, attempted to hit the ball, and completely missed. It was obvious that she wasn't ready: Her grip was wrong, her movements uncoordinated, and her aim flawed.

Next, I jumped over the net, stood behind her, and adjusted her handgrip. Being that close to her, the smell of her perfume hit me like a brick: It was Chanel Coco Mademoiselle. This was the same perfume that my 3rd girlfriend put on whenever she was in the mood for sex. My dick, which was already at half mast before that moment, jolted up and created a noticeable tent in my shorts. I was in a bind: As long as I stood behind Sam, she wasn't aware of my problem, but her sexy odor was arousing me. However, if I returned to my original side of the net, the huge bulge would be too apparent. I decided to stay behind her and hold her hand while hitting balls to the other side, hoping she'd think it was part of the required lesson.

After doing it 5 times, her rear moved slightly backward, and she began asking, "Is this how you want me to serve...?"

She stopped in mid sentence, sensing my erection pressing on her back. She turned around, lowered her gaze onto my prominent groin area, and smiled, "Julian, dear, is it my fault?"

My face was probably beet red as I stuttered, "Soorry. Your perfume feeels like an aphrodisiac. It's wrooong, and I apologize."

Sam giggled, "Don't be sorry. I am already 37, and to know that a handsome guy, who is 10 years younger, finds me... acceptable, is a highly appreciated compliment."

"You look younger than your chronological age, and you are... beautiful."

"At least one in the family think so."

"What are you saying?! Dad and you just returned from your honeymoon, surely he admires the way you look."

She hesitated, "Yes, and no. Listen, let's skip the subject and continue with tennis."

I didn't wish to upset her, and after demonstrating to her again the proper way to hold the racket, I moved back to the other side of the net. I served easy balls in her direction, and this time she managed to hit back 50% of the time. Her balls flew in all directions, but the eye-racket coordination showed mild improvement.

After half an hour, I saw that she was sweating and suggested to enter the house, rest a little, and have a cold drink. She smiled and accepted. I guided her to the living room and went to make cold lemonade. As I was preparing the drink, I heard her saying, "I like the photos on your walls. Each one is from another national park."

"Yes. I love traveling, hiking, and photography, so I combined all 3 by visiting many of the national parks."

"She sighed, "I've been to Yellowstone and loved it. Unfortunately, your father is too busy to take a week off, and frankly, my impression is that hiking in parks is not his thing."

I joked, "If you show motivation and consistency in tennis, I might offer you to join me on the next trip."

She eyed me, "Please, don't mock me. I was serious when I mentioned I'd love to go on a trip to one of the national parks."

"Not kidding now; In 3 weeks, I had a plan to go to Sequoia National Park for a few days, but my friend was just diagnosed with Covid and bailed out, saying he could not guarantee that he'd be healthy by then. I thought of cancelling everything, but if you are interested, we can go together. It sounds stupid telling you that, knowing you just came back from your honeymoon trip; Dad will probably expect you at home, but in case..."

Sam's face brightened, "I'll ask your father if it's OK. I can clean the house and prepare food for him in advance, so he'll only have to warm it up, and it will be ready. Opportunities like that are very unlikely to happen in the near future, and I'd really, REALLY, love to see the huge trees."

As we sipped the lemonade, now and then I sneaked glances at her and saw that she did the same. Once our eyes met, and we smiled at each other. When we were done, I asked her if she wanted to continue playing, but she claimed she was tired and sweaty. I told her to be at my house again on Tuesday at 4 in the afternoon. She grinned and walked away. Did I say walked? The appropriate word should have been sashayed! Her backside was as attractive as her front. The one thing I couldn't understand: Why would a beauty like her end up with my Dad? He was a known lawyer and was wealthy, but he was older than Sam by almost 20 years, addicted to his work, and he never showed interest in outdoor activities.

...

Tuesday afternoon, Sam arrived on time. This time she wore a tennis skirt and a tight sports bra. Knowing she was not offended by me staring at her, I whistled appreciatively.

She chuckled, "If I didn't know you better, I'd think you were flirting with me."

"Would it be bad if I did?"

"It would be acceptable if I wasn't married. And to your father, no less."

"Touché. Unless you wish to drink something, we can go out and start from where we left off the other time."

As we started hitting the balls, I saw that again her grip was not adequate. I reminded her to correct the grip. She smiled, "Sorry, I forgot how to do it."

I moved behind her, and as I guided her small palm to do it correctly, her tempting perfume invaded my nostrils, and my member stiffened the second time. I helped her hand, moving my lower body away from her. Sam giggled. She gripped the racket properly, and when I moved to the other side, I noticed her eyes examining my frontal bulge. She didn't seem fazed or upset, but rather cheerful.

I served a few times, ensuring it was always toward her right arm, and gradually she managed to hit back around 75% of the time, with 50% within 10 yards of where I stood. I was impressed and blurted, "Lady, you are doing much better already, and it's only our second lesson."

Sam grinned, "It's not me. You should congratulate my instructor."

I joked, "I'll do it after you leave."

I moved her away from the net, stood farther too, and we played a little more. Slowly, her forehand shots improved. It was time to begin working on backhands. I demonstrated a couple of times how to hit the ball, and she tried it, but it was unsuccessful. I noticed she was perspiring and her respiration was labored, and recommended a drinking break.

She had a different idea, "I brought a swimsuit, and I'd like to use your pool and jacuzzi. So while you make the drink, I'll put on the swimsuit."

"Sure. I'll wear my swimsuit as well. You can use the guest bathroom to change."

I prepared a pitcher of lemonade before, and it was in the fridge. I put on my Speedo and carried out the pitcher and 2 glasses on a tray. As I placed it on the small table, Sam came out of the house. I gasped: Her skimpy green bikini left very little to the imagination. Her figure was divine, having a guitar shape. The heavy tits protruded up and from the side of her top, with the shape of her nipples clearly visible. The low cut bottom exposed a flat tummy with a concave navel decorated with a small greenish ring. Her figure looked like Salma Hayek's if you could envision her in her 30s, but Sam's face was much prettier, and the blonde hair matched beautifully with the color of her swimsuit.

I ogled her and said, "You look like a movie star. You are stunning."

She smiled bitterly, and I saw tears in her eyes. I approached her, put my hand on her shoulder, and mumbled, "Sam, I am sorry. The last thing I wanted was to make you feel bad."

She whispered, "Silly goose, it has nothing to do with you. You are nice and polite, it's just... never mind."

"Please tell me. Perhaps I can help."

"I don't think so, but thank you."

Subsequently, she entered the pool and started swimming leisurely. I sat on the ledge and watched her. After a couple of laps, as Sam was close to me, she suddenly pulled my legs, and I fell into the water.

I stayed at the bottom for over 30 seconds, waiting to see what she'd do. I heard her calling me, "Julian, are you OK? come up."

I didn't move for another 10 seconds. She dove toward me. I closed my eyes and pretended to be unconscious. Her hands pulled mine, attempting to carry me out. I didn't respond, but when my head was above water and her head in the other direction, I took a deep breath.

After a significant effort, she succeeded in pulling my heavy body onto the grass. She checked my pulse and, without hesitation, her fingers opened my lips, and she began applying mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. When I first felt her soft lips on mine, I was ready to laugh and tell her it was a silly joke, but her luscious lips felt too good. She continued doing it with her chest crushing against mine. Her nipples were stiff, likely from the cool pool water, and my pecker responded quickly. It expanded and extended in record time. After a couple of minutes, I started moving, coughed a little, opened my eyes, and asked in a raspy voice, "What happened?"

She said, "Thank god, you are OK." But then her gaze fell on my massive erection. She glanced at me with a strange smile, "Don't tell me you faked the whole thing just to make me kiss you."

She didn't look angry, and I chose to tell the truth, "Well, you tricked me, so I wanted to trick you too. While I was on the grass, I thought of letting you know I was kidding, but your lips tasted too good, so I continued for a little longer."

Sam's eyes pierced mine as if attempting to guess what I was thinking. A moment later, she muttered, "Julian, my hunch is that you are seeing me more than JUST your father's wife. Is my assumption right?"

"Sam, my commitment was to work with you on tennis."

She insisted, "That wasn't my question. Are you seeing me as an 'available' woman?"

"I know you are married, but I cannot deny that I find you extremely attractive."

"Are you implying that I am... desirable?"

"Yes, god damn it!" Sam grabbed my hand and kissed it.

I was stunned, "What was that about?"

"It reminds me that your father thought it was a good idea if I joined you on a trip to Sequoia Park. So count me in."

"Still, why did you kiss my hand?"

"I'll tell you when we'll be in California."

I was very curious, but didn't wish to be pushy and left the subject. For now. Sam stayed for another half an hour, relaxing by the pool, and then dressed up and went home. On her way out, she showed me her ID and asked me to buy flight tickets and reserve lodging near the park.

After she left, my head was a mush: Her erotic smell remained as if she was still there, and the taste of her wet soft lips haunted me. This lady was by far the sexiest I had ever met, and though she was my Dad's new wife, paradoxically, she seemed to blossom when hearing I was attracted to her...

During the night, I had a dream: Sam and I were in Sequoia Park, and a huge tree was about to fall on her. I pulled her in the last moment, and she kissed me for saving her life. Our simple kiss turned into a French kiss, and we ended up naked in bed. Just as I was ready to have sex with her, there was a loud siren outside that woke me up. I was horny like hell, so I jacked off and climaxed seconds later.

...

Sam had a couple of lessons before our trip. During these times, there was tension in the air. We both felt it but weren't sure how to react. My eyes (and heart) concentrated on Sam's body assets, and more often than not, I hit the ball not where I intended. After 3 times that she rushed to retrieve the ball, she glanced at me suspiciously, "Are you doing it on purpose? Is it to make me run after the ball, or you have a sinister motive?"

I said, "I think I am somewhat distracted by your beauty."

She giggled, "Darling, I realized already you are easily distracted when I am near you, but I am no longer that close, so the excuse does not hold water. Could it be that deep down you enjoy seeing my girls bounce when jumping."

I grinned, "I didn't think it was the reason, but I admit that you look terrific when attempting to retrieve the ball."

"Julian, I like you and enjoy being here, but if we do not take my tennis lessons seriously, I'll never be good at it."

"I promise to try harder." And true to my promise, I improved my serves, and noticed she was becoming better.

In the meantime, I bought flight tickets to Fresno airport, reserved a rental car, and booked the Modern Cabin Near Snow Park for the time we'd be there.

...

On the day of our flight, we met at the airport. She wore comfortable long pants with a flannel blouse, and pulled a carry on. I helped her to the pre-TSA area, and soon we were at the gate. As we waited for our flight, she opened her small backpack and showed me that she had prepared sandwiches, 2 small plastic bags with various snacks, 2 apples, and some candies. She muttered, "It's to consume on the flight, but whatever is left, we'll use at the cabin. There aren't many restaurants around."

"Good thinking."

She smiled, "Last night I hardly slept. I was too anxious about the trip."

"The flight will take a few hours, so you can fall asleep on the plane. I brought a travel neck pillow, but I am not tired, so you can use it."

"Thank you. I didn't think about it."

The plane left on time. I let Sam sit by the window and enjoy the view, but after the stewardess gave us pretzels and drinks, I noticed Sam's eyes were gradually closing. I gave her the pillow and told her that she could lean against the window or me. Initially, she placed her head against the window, but when the plane went through a turbulent area, her head moved to lean on my shoulder. I relaxed back, and slowly Sam's head moved down onto my lap. The first time it happened, I straightened her position, but soon it leaned down again. Her monotonous breathing told me she was asleep. I gingerly guided her head onto my lap, and attempted to rest in my seat, but her perfume interfered with it. Like before, my penis started reacting. To cut it short, throughout much of the flight, I was sitting with my prick rock hard. It was a torture... Fortunately, she slept like a log, and I woke her up as we were about to land, so she wasn't aware of my 'issue'.

In Fresno's airport, we got the rented Nissan Rogue, and drove about an hour and a half to our cabin. It was spacious with 3 bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room with a flat screen TV, and a kitchenette. It looked cozy, and I liked to see that the air conditioning and the fireplace worked flawlessly.

It was already around 7 pm. Rather than driving to a restaurant, we munched on snacks and apples, and sat to watch TV. According to the TV guide, Casablanca was to start on the movie channel in 40 minutes. Sam wanted to watch it, saying she heard about it but never saw it. She rushed to the bathroom to shower, saying she'd do it fast and leave hot water for me. I just laughed. She exited 25 minutes later, wearing a long, thin nighty. As she walked, I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. I showered as well and came out wearing my shorts.

Soon after, the movie started. We darkened the living room and watched the movie. Ten minutes later, Sam moved in my direction, took my hand, and placed it around her shoulder. I liked what she did, but like before, being so close, with her tempting perfume clouding my brain, my cock got into action. It engorged into a full mast in a very short time. After a few minutes, a tense moment in the movie made Sam clutch onto me. Her firm boobs stiffened my cock harder still. Then Sam turned to me, likely wanting to tell me something, and her closest hand grazed my erection. She stayed with her mouth agape, and instead of talking, lowered her gaze to my erection. After what felt like an hour, her eyes rose to meet mine, "Julian, what am I going to do with you?"

"... I don't know, but your smell has that effect on me."

"Before the trip, you already knew that my odor had a strong effect on your body, and I also noticed your eyes ogling my tits much of the time. So why did you suggest that I join you on a trip?"

"With Dad mostly at work and not interested in traveling, you seemed lonely, and I wanted to make you happy."

"But you knew already that you were attracted to me."

"... true..."

"What were your expectations?"

"To hike with you among the giant trees, and see you having fun."

"Are you sure that you weren't hoping for more?"

I blushed and stayed silent.

She put her palm on my thigh, caressed it gently, and whispered, "Honey, what do you REALLY wish for?..."

"You'll be upset and hate me if I tell you."

"No, I won't."

"You know already that my feelings toward you are much more than I should have toward my stepmother. I have dreamed about you multiple times. These were erotic dreams..."

She murmured, "Is it what you hope will happen on this trip?"

I gazed at her eyes, speechless. I had no idea where Sam was going with that question.

She repeated the question, asking softly, "What did you hope for, Julian? Tell me."

I couldn't take the tension anymore and blurted, "Yes, I wanted to have you. All of you."

Her hand resumed caressing my thigh, "I knew it, but I needed you to tell me in your own words."

"If you knew it before the trip, why did you join me?"

"Because I was hoping for the same thing..."

I stared at her face, "Do I understand correctly that you were thinking about being in bed with me?"

"The short answer is YES."

"Please enlighten me: Why does a newlywed woman wish to bed somebody else?"

"Honey, it's a long story. If you wish to hear it, we'll have to skip the movie."

"If you are willing to stop watching Casablanca, I'll too."

"Dad was a handsome guy and a known lawyer when I joined the firm. He eyed me from the first week I started working for him. He intrigued me and seduced me, bringing me flowers and perfumes. Despite being much younger, and perhaps because my father left our house at a young age, I was attracted to him, and within months, we had sex together. I knew he was married with a son, but he told me that irrespective of whether I was part of his life or not, he was planning to divorce your mother. In the beginning, he was a perfect gentleman and took me to movies, concerts, and shows. The sex with him was very good too. However, lately, he has become busier at work. He claimed it was only a temporary thing. But the more concerning issue was his declining libido. I tried everything I knew, and he even used Viagra, but most of the time it was an embarrassing failure. He saw a doctor, who told him that his cardiovascular disease was probably the cause. Then, he proposed to me. I had a big dilemma: I liked him and felt I owed him a lot, but without satisfying sex, my life would be ruined. I explained to him these thoughts, and he begged me to marry him, saying that he loved me too much to give up on me. He wrote a memorandum which stated that if he divorces me or becomes incapacitated, I'd get half his wealth. In addition, he wrote that I was allowed to have an intimate relationship with a boyfriend of my choosing, as long as the public did not know about it. I agonized about what to do, and after a week, I agreed, not knowing if my decision was the right one or if it would ruin my life. My plan to play tennis was a genuine one, which I had thought about years before. At our wedding, I first saw you and was impressed by you, but after the first tennis lesson, I realized that both of us felt similar attraction. I returned home feeling guilty: Not only was it barely days after returning from our honeymoon, but my feelings were directed at my stepson. Gradually, my guilt trip diminished, partly noticing YOUR hungry eyes and your body reaction to me near you. My thoughts changed into why not? If I was sacrificing my freedom to be with a deficient man, I deserved to get my happiness somewhere else. I got permission to be intimate with another man, and there was no stipulation that you were off limits. When I decided to go on this trip, I knew well that our feelings would surface and we may become intimate..." Sam looked at me with tears in her eyes.

I lifted her chin tenderly and kissed her lips lightly. I craved to take her in my arms and carry her to bed, but didn't dare. She mumbled, "We missed much of the movie, so it's not worth watching now. What would you like to do?"

This was the hint I needed. I French kissed her, hugged her tightly, and whispered in her ear, "Right now, I cannot think of anything but taking you to bed and making love to you."

She said nothing, but her lusty eyes told me everything.

I helped her undress, absorbing her voluptuous figure and ensuring it would remain engraved in my cortex forever. When she was completely naked, I just stood there hypnotized by god's creation. What woke me up was my dick, which started hurting, pleading to get free and pounce on Sam's busty body. I undressed quickly, noticing that her eyes sparkled. She needed to say nothing more.

I lifted her in my arms, laid her gingerly on the bed, lay by her side, and began trailing her body with my fingers. It wasn't only that I craved to touch her, but I had to prove to myself that being in bed with Sam was a reality and not just a pleasant dream. And then I felt her soft palm caressing my tummy, gradually moving south onto my cock. My organ jerked when her fingers met it.

Subsequently, I spread her knees, moved in between, aimed at her opening, and slowly advanced into the hole. It was narrower than I thought, but fortunately, drenched, so it was slippery. My penetration was accompanied by her intensifying groans and the occasional mumble, "You are so big... Oh, god!... I love it... Haaarder, pleease."

I rode her faster, feeling her fingernails pinch my hips. A couple of minutes later, her torso tensed under me, and she started shivering. Her melons swirled randomly in every direction. I watched them for a moment and then cupped and massaged them. As my arousal was reaching a tipping point, I rammed my pecker at a 4th gear speed, before ejaculating deep in her hidden crevices. After cumming, my organ refused to shrink, and I continued drilling her stretched pussy for another 5 minutes, bringing her to additional 2 orgasms.

As my penis began deflating, I rolled over to her side, stayed on my back, and rested to catch my breath. Sam relaxed for a short time as well, and then raised her upper body and murmured, "Julian dear, you were excellent. I needed that. The way your body used mine for our pleasure gave me the boost I was missing lately with your father."

Her face nuzzled my chest, and she sniffed my odor. Subsequently, her face moved gradually down, and she kissed my navel. I held my respiration as she continued descending onto my now mostly shriveled cock, and licking the dried sperm stains. Then she engulfed it with her lips and gently milked it.

Almost immediately, my unruly prick started growing again. I warned Sam, "Be careful. Your magic mouth is too arousing. If you continue, my organ will overcome my brain, and will get into attack mode..."

She pulled my extending member temporarily from her moist mouth, winked, and blurted, "I don't believe you," and sucked on it harder. My pole was erect seconds later. I placed her on all 4, moved behind her, and invaded her cunt with my rod in a single powerful shove. She gasped, but didn't move. I skipped the foreplay and thrusted her pussy mercilessly. The lady was easy to please: Her orgasm started only several minutes into my ministrations. I, on the other hand, could better control my timing because I had already come a short time earlier. I bent over her back, and my palms tweaked and kneaded her wildly swaying massive bazongas. Sam's orgasm reached a new height, and she screamed her heart out as I continued relentlessly abusing her pussy. After 20 minutes of pounding her vagina, I was very close to ejaculation. My right hand fingers moved to her cltty and nudged it from side to side. It must have been too much for Sam: With a loud scream, her limbs gave up, and she landed on the mattress. I increased my strokes one last time, and erupted deep in her pussy, growling like a wounded wolf. I was exhausted and breathless, and rested beside my new lover.

This time, it took Sam 40 minutes before she began moving. She rushed to the bathroom, blurting, "I'll be lying in the tub for the next hour. If I am not out after 2 hours, come in and start a CPR..." I laughed.

She exited an hour later smiling with her face reddish, "I feel reinvigorated like I was a teenager. Your stamina was over the roof, and I was a ragdoll in your arms. My pussy feels like it went through a grinding machine, but my brain and the rest of my body are energized like never before."

I joked, "Stop being so sexy, and I'll be gentler next time."

Sam giggled, "I don't think so. I have a better idea." Next, she pulled from her carry on a skimpy baby doll, put it on, and bent down, letting her tits burst through the top. She said, "I think I'll go to sleep with this modest nighty..."

"Honey, if you continue tempting me, you'll never sleep."

"You are such a bully. Can't you be nicer to your stepmother?"

"You are too sexy for your own good."

"Stop it and have mercy on me. If you are a good boy, I'll be nice to you tomorrow."

I grinned, "OK, ma'am. You get a reprieve until tomorrow. We'll start driving at 8 am."

Shortly after, we fell asleep on the king size bed.

...

I had a dream: I was naked in bed, and Sam's hand was milking my penis... It was weird, but very pleasant. She continued, and then I woke up. I found myself on my back with the blanket on my side, my briefs at my ankles, and Sam's mouth bobbing my half mast rod. She glanced at me, took my penis out briefly, and blurted, "It's already 7 am. I wasn't sure what was your preferred method of waking up, so I tried this one first."

I smiled, "Your sweet mouth performs wonders. Yes, I like it very much."

She grinned and resumed blowing me, while at the same time her tits ground my thighs. As my climax was pending, her fingers gently massaged my ball sack. Not long after, I flooded her oral cavity with my slimy goo. Sam swallowed everything like a pro, moaning that she loved the taste. She was no longer a travel companion but a real treasure!

We drove to a small eatery, had breakfast, and continued toward the Park. I carried in my backpack 2 bottles of water, sunblock lotion, anti mosquito spray, fruit, and extra coats, in case the weather changed. We started at the Giant Forrest. The trees were humongous. Somewhat shorter than Redwoods, but much larger and more voluminous. I captured Sam's photos near a couple of massive trees, and she looked so tiny... We rested, drank water, and continued to General Sherman, likely the world's largest tree. I shot a picture of the tree from below: Awesome is an understatement.

Later, we continued to Moro Rock. Sam was a good sport: Despite the trail being only half a mile, it was steep, and Sam walked without showing signs of fatigue. The view from above was very impressive: The whole park was on display.

We returned to our cabin in the afternoon. As Sam undressed, getting ready to shower, I grabbed my phone and photographed her naked. She saw me aiming the camera and said, "Julian darling, I like seeing you enjoy my body, but if you take my photos, you must be careful that nobody else sees them."

"I promise! They are for my private use. After the trip, I'll see you less often, so at least I'll have your pictures to remind me how gorgeous you were." I winked, "And if you choose to leave me, I'll use the photos to jack off..."

She kissed me tenderly, "You are such a pervert. I have no idea why I waste my time with you."

"When you finish showering, I'll remind you..."

She giggled, "Naughty boy. Are you ever satiated?"

"Not with you around."

She came out, covered in a large soft towel, and gave me 'the look'. I removed my shorts, showing her my tumescent pecker. Sam grinned, "I haven't even touched it yet..."

"Yes, but I knew that once you'd be out, your body would have to serve my needs."

"Yes, sir. What is your wish this evening?"

"I'd love to titfuck your stunning mammaries..."

" Shame on you for even suggesting such a disgusting position! On a more serious note, as a naive, growing up girl, I thought that sex was intended to be performed between a male organ and a vagina. But later I realized men have different ideas. My fat boobs were a constant attraction to onlookers as well as my 3 former boyfriends. All 3 showed interest in titfucking me, but only one of them did it in a satisfactory way."

"Is that a challenge?"

"I hope you'll do something that will be fun for both of us."

Sam pirouetted in front of me, and the towel fell on the ground. She chortled and jiggled her breasts before me. I grabbed them, gently pulled her toward me, and kissed her nipples one after the other. Her hand searched for my erection, and once her palm closed on my shaft, she pulled me by my dick onto the bed.

As I straddled her chest, she pressed her boobs together, narrowing the valley between them. My right hand moved backward, and I fingered her wet pussy. Once 2 fingers were well lubed, I smeared some on my organ and inserted it between her round tits. It was smooth and slippery, and next, Sam pressed the orbs together harder, and my thrusts felt much better. We both watched the spongy head disappear between her jugs only to reappear soon after at her neck. The steady grinding, coupled with noting that her nipples gradually stiffened, aroused me tremendously. As I closed in on my climax, I warned Sam. She bent her neck, caught the helmet between her full lips, and sucked on it. It exploded in her mouth, filling it with slimy spunk. She greedily swallowed my sperm and let it out when finished.

She smiled, "Thanks for the delicious drink. I enjoyed the action. It made me horny. Any idea how to solve my problem?"

Rather than answering, I dove between her thighs, and began lapping her soaked vulva. Within a short time, Sam started moaning. I continued using my tongue to lick her labia and milked her clitoris gently. She shuddered, undergoing an orgasm. I inserted 2 fingers into her pussy, and rubbed the anterior wall. Her shaking intensified, and her hands pushed my face deeper into her cunt. I continued my ministrations for like 15 minutes, and slowed down when I saw her body become sweaty. I lay by her side and kissed her tenderly.

With her eyes closed, she smiled, "I can feel my secretions on your lips..."

"Do you like the taste?"

"It's not bad, but your cum tastes better."

"I beg to differ!" We laughed.

...

The following morning, we went to Crystal Cave. It was a great guided tour: Half a mile into a marble cave, with the inside temperature of 50 degrees. The formations were beautiful, especially in the Organ Room, Dome Room, and Marble Hall. The tour inside the cave lasted about an hour, but with the driving and then walking toward the place and back, it took 4 hours.

On the way back, we stopped to eat lunch. We rested in the cabin, and early afternoon, we returned to the park to stroll among the giant trees. Sam was in a naughty mood. I shot a couple of trees, and then her photo standing by a massive trunk. Then she disappeared behind the trunk, and reappeared topless. She chuckled, "Interested in capturing me in nature THIS WAY?"

I smirked, "I think it would be better if you were completely naked."

Her eyes inspected the area. There were no other people around. She undressed and leaned casually on the tree in her her birthday suit. I captured fantastic photos of her. Since nobody came by, she remained nude, and rode a much smaller tree trunk that fell on the floor. She closed her eyes, pursed her lips, bent forward to enhance her big tits and parted her legs around the trunk, exposing her pussy lips. This was by far the sexiest I've seen her. And yes, my member started stirring...

We returned to the cabin, and Sam wanted to see the pictures. We paused when her photo sitting on the trunk appeared. She mumbled, "This one is sooo sexy..."

"I agree."

"I have the urge..."

"Let's shower together."

In the bathroom, we entered the tub, and I began to soap her back. As I was doing it, she pushed her rear into me and started wiggling her ass against my groin. My penis shot up almost instantaneously and nestled between her cheeks. Now that we were both horny, I dropped the soap bar, hugged her tits from behind, and tweaked them. She stood on her toes, grabbed my rising dick, aimed it at her snatch, and pushed it inside. When it was all in, she leaned on the wall in front of her. My hands trailed her front as I began thrusting into her. Sam groaned, and her pelvis countered my movements. Subsequently, my right thumb penetrated her mouth, and she sucked on it. At the same time, I pressed against her love button with my left hand. We both came simultaneously, almost falling due to the slippery tub floor. It was a good day. We went to sleep spooning.

...

The next day, we drove to Kings Canyon National Park, which borders the north part of Sequoia National Park. We strolled the General Grant Trail and had a close up view of one of the most famous Sequoia trees. Then we headed to the Panoramic Point overlook, watched in awe much of the park down below, and finished at Muir Rock.

The day was tiring, and when we returned to the cabin, we were too exhausted to eat. We slept for 2 hours and decided to eat at the General Grant Grove restaurant.

Upon returning to the cabin, I said to Sam, "I loved everything about our trip, from the walk among the huge trees to taking pictures, and, of course, our sexual fun. Tomorrow we'll be flying back home. What about the future?"

She eyed me, "If your question is whether I wish to continue meeting with you, the answer is a resounding YES. We'll have to talk about the logistics, but I definitely am."

"Are you going to tell Dad about us?"

"I prefer not to. But if he asks about you directly, I'll tell him the truth. I am curious to know how YOU will respond if he asks you why you chose to bed his wife."

I smiled, "When I was young, and my father was caught cheating on my mother, he told me, 'Son, you are young, so you don't understand it, but your mother is no longer young, and a healthy guy gets tempted by younger flesh.' My answer will take the same direction, 'Dad, you are old, so you don't get it, but a young healthy guy gets tempted by an experienced cougar'."

Sam giggled, "A great answer! Now tell me the truth: Are you attracted to me because of ME or because you wish to hurt your father for cheating on your mother?"

"I admit that having sex with his new wife to punish my father was among my initial motives, but your beauty and sexiness conquered my heart, and now I want you in my life purely because of YOU."

She gazed at me lustily and said in a raspy voice, "Prove it."

I didn't need another hint and pounced on her body like a hungry tiger.