Younger and Younger

Alexander Goth had a long and lonely night, followed by a superbly awkward breakfast as he tried to avoid eye-contact with his lustful stepmother. She hadn’t been helping the situation much, flitting about the kitchen in a plain white tee and tight-fitting blue jeans. He could tell by the way her breasts jiggled when she spoke that she’d forgone the bra. His father, of course, was oblivious.
Mortimer Goth’s sanity had been in question since the night of his wife’s disappearance all those years ago. Celibate until Dina had set her sights on him; he nevertheless continued his nightly rooftop vigils, searching the skies for some sign of life and first-wife. His bedroom performance was most likely perfunctory and Viagra-fueled, and considering his nocturnal hobbies, very rarely performed.
Dina, on the other hand, had noticed the decided lack of communication from her favorite step-son, and figuring his response to be guilt-fueled, gave him a long, pressing hug before sending him off to school. She waved enthusiastically and knew he’d gone to school with a raging stiffy. It tickled her to know how much power she had over him; younger men were fun like that.
With the kids in school and Mortimer occupied with…well, whatever the hell it was he did during the day, Dina was bored. She thought about calling Don, but since his marriage to Mortimer’s daughter Cassandra, he hadn’t been much fun. There was the paper boy, but that was too cliché even for her sex-drive. Bored and uninterested in gossip, she settled onto the sofa with a romance novel and thought of what other naughty things she could do to her lovely loving step-son.

Alexander cursed his cock. What had once been a source of entertainment and the subject of a pretty woman’s desire was now attempting to embarrass the hell out of him. He’d gotten all the way through breakfast without tenting his pants, but Dina’s long embrace at the door had set him off. He couldn’t stop thinking about her large, soft breasts pressed against him, or how hard her nipples had felt even through his multi-layer uniform. The way they had bounced as she waved goodbye; every guy on the bus had seen it and been ribbing him about it…but he didn’t care. They could scoff, but they hadn’t seen anything yet.
Before lunch was over, Alexander ducked into the bathroom and ran to the stall at the end. He locked himself in and undid his pants. His cock was throbbing in time with his heartbeat, the head an angry purple shade and shiny. He grasped it firmly, imagining it was Dina’s soft slim hand, and began to rub his shaft.

[I]We can’t go all the way…[/I]

The words floated back to him as his breath quickened and his balls tightened. The hell with that, he thought as he sprayed the toilet tank with cum. He would go crazy if he didn’t get a piece of her pussy; blow-jobs and hand-jobs just weren’t going to be enough. As Alexander zipped his pants back up and went to the sink to wash his hands, he stared his reflection down. He was damn-near a man, and if his step-mother was going to offer up ‘favors’, he was going to take’em all…

Dina wasn’t around when he got home from school; he didn’t see her all evening, even after his dad had gone to the roof to do his nightly telescope ritual. This put Alexander in a foul mood, and he resolved to wait up until she got in. When the house had gone quiet, Alex picked up his bathrobe and headed for the bathroom for a shower. He preferred to take his showers late; there was less of a chance of anyone barging in on him.
He got in as soon as the water was warm, and closed his eyes. He heard the bathroom door open and close, and groaned. “Dammit Candice, use the other bathroom.” He groaned; sometimes he really hated his younger sister. At least Cassandra was finally out of the house; he swore sometimes she was just waiting to catch him naked! Alexander waited for the bathroom door to open and close again; when it didn’t he wiped the shampoo off his face and opened the shower door to yell at her face-to-face.
Surprise, surprise! Dina was standing on the other side, naked and smiling. “I thought you could use some help scrubbing your back.” She said with a wink.
Alexander gaped at her. She was fantastic naked! Tan from head to toe save for three triangles—one over each nipple and one down below that was soft and hairless—and taut and trim. Her hips were slim, her large breasts inviting. “Uh…sure.” He managed, quaking inside at his obvious lack of grace.
She got in the shower with him, and began to soap his back. Her hands were smooth, her manicured nails catching every so often and sending shivers down his spine. “Your skin is so smooth…” she murmured, kissing the back of his neck. “Do you like what I’m doing?” she asked as her hands slid down his back, over his buttocks, and around his hips to wrap around his cock. “I think you do…” she said, her voice teasing.
“I want—want to put it in you.” He gasped as she pumped her hands.
“I told you, we can’t do that. That’d be going too far.” The breathiness disappeared from her voice and her hands went away.
Alexander turned around, trying to quell the anger that had arisen. Granted it was only the second night, but he was damn sick of her getting him all hot and bothered and then pulling back. “But you’re making me crazy; can’t you see?” he hated the wheedling note in his voice, but his cock was so hard it was pointed at the ceiling. He could actually feel his balls starting to turn blue.
She pouted; he wanted to rip her lower lip off. “I know, but—” whatever she was going to say next was cut off by her own strangled gasp. Alexander had darted forward, pressing her against the tiled wall of the shower, and buried his face in her chest. He sucked hard on her nipples, nipping at them alternately.
Dina moaned and writhed against the tiles; Alexander was rough, his technique betraying his ‘virgin’ status. But she liked it, liked having him so crazy/desperate for her. “You want it so bad, don’t you?” she murmured as he ravaged her breasts. She peeled one of his hands off her chest and sent it down lower. When his finger slipped between the lips of her pussy and inside her, she jumped and shuddered. Rough and unrefined, but clearly in her control.
“Your pussy’s so tight Dina!” Alexander murmured even as his lips tightened around her nipple.
“Call me Mom,” she replied breathlessly. “Do it, do it Son.” Dina didn’t know what made her say it or why, so she just went with it.
“Mom-Mom-Mom-I want you Mom-so bad!” Alexander’s finger slid in and out of her snatch quick and hard, his teeth beginning to leave marks all over her breasts. Dina pulled his hair when she came; the strands of blue-black hair wrapped around her fingers like little banners of victory. She felt his hard-on against her stomach, and quickly sank to her knees before he could try ramming her.
“I told you, we can’t do that. We’re supposed to be Mother and Son.” She murmured, kissing the weeping head of his erection. She pushed her breasts together, and allowed Alexander’s cock to sink into the valley between them. She began to rock, ignoring the tile biting into her knees.
“But—mothers—and sons—don’t—finger-fuck!” he said, breath catching in his throat. He looked down, watching in amazement as his step-mothers big beautiful breasts swallowed his cock. He wondered if she would let him cream on her. “Your tits are so soft Mom…”
“This will have to do.” She repeated, pressing her breasts harder.
“So soft!” he groaned, grabbing her shoulders and grinding his pelvis against her chest. He came, shooting his load under her chin. He drew back, letting the last few spurts hit her chest.
She brushed past him and ducked under the falling water, hands scraping his jizz away. Alexander watched it disappear down the drain before looking up to his step-mother’s angry face.
“I was wrong about you. You’re greedy.” She said heatedly, turning off the shower and brushing past him again to get out. She put on his bathrobe and turned back to him. “You want too much that you can’t have.”
“But-but—” he stuttered, wondering where and when it all went wrong. If she hadn’t wanted him to cum on her then she damn well shouldn’t have had his cock where she did.
Throwing him another disgusted look, Dina stormed out of the bathroom. He heard her go down the hall and slam the door to the master suite behind her. Confused and still horny, he realized she’d left him without anything to cover himself with for the walk back to his bedroom.
“Bitch…” he breathed. Alexander left the bathroom, half-hard as he wandered the hall naked. He went back into his room, sat down on the bed, and began to jack-off. As his cock swelled in his hands, he formulated his next move. If she wanted to play those kinds of mind-games, then fine. He’d play too…and he’d win, dammit.