Erotic tale of Anna giving to her desires for her stepson
Why does it have to be so hot?
Anna stood in her opulent bedroom, one manicured hand gripping the thin drapery and the other pressed against the glass as she watched Colin from the window. Her stepson was bent over, stretching for his run, his ass tight under his sweat. From this angle, she could see how the material was hugging his balls. Her pussy got wet imagining what it would be like to squeeze them. They would not feel anything like that of David. She just knew it. No, while her husband has collapsed in the least attractive way, Colin would have tense and heavy balls. They would be a handful. She couldn’t put them in her mouth right away, but if she …
“Stop it,” she said to herself in a shaky voice, turning from the window with a pained expression. Her inner conflict – the same grueling battle she fought every day – was almost enough to make her cry. David didn’t deserve this. He was not a bad husband. He neither abused nor neglected her. She wanted nothing. Well, that was a lie, was it not? She wanted her stepson Colin like she wanted her next breath. Like her necessary his next breath. And it didn’t sound like his own betrayal.
Hugging, she walked over and sat on the oversized reading chair, folding her legs under her. She married David, a sixty-five-year-old neurosurgeon, four years ago after operating on her mother, removing a tumor and ultimately saving the woman’s life. Anna was indebted to him and easily accepted when he asked her to have dinner. As his mother’s primary caregiver, Anna was around 30 crazy, and he was wealthy, handsome, and kind. They had had a swirling romance full of jewelry, luxury hotels and gourmet restaurants. She had been helpless in the face of all this extravagance. To be swept away from the normality of her normal life with her normal struggles. The marriage took place three months later.
And despite the fact that David is as charming as ever, Anna implored Colin every moment of his awakening. After accepting a residency at David’s hospital a few months ago, Colin had moved in with them to reduce his travel. With the incredible number of hours he recorded, the relocation made sense.
It also made her burn inside. Biting her lip, Anna slid her hands between her legs and squeezed them just to ease the pain.
Her stepson had invaded her at every thought. He was so different from his father. Colin was young and strong and had a madness in him that called him. Her sparkling hazel eyes and sinful smile haunted her wherever she went. If they were passing in the corridor, his gaze still fell on his mouth, his tongue sucking at hers. His skin tingled when he was close, longing for his touch. And then there was her hair. It was too long for a doctor, and his strong fingers still roamed the blonde waves, giving her a neglected look that made her wild. She had often imagined running her own fingers inside while her head was between her legs, her tongue inside her.
“Holy,” she moaned as the visual flourished in her mind. The guilt ignited, but she found herself spreading her legs. Maybe if she had already been dressed, she could have resisted the urge to touch her swollen clitoris, but it was early, and she was still wearing her favorite old sweater over her bra and her panties. As she spread her panties with trembling fingers, exposing her wet pussy to the sumptuous bedroom, she tried to convince herself that she was not about to masturbate to Colin’s fantasy. He was only two years younger than her, but that was not the subject. It was not David. It wasn’t her husband. What it was was out of bounds. Untouchable. Not allowed.
That didn’t stop her from closing her eyes and touching herself, however. Biting her lip, Anna slipped two fingers over her clitoris and through her folds, massaging in a painfully slow circle. When the tips of her fingers sank lower, and she felt how wet she was already, her mouth parted, a soft moan escaping. Oh, how she wished it was Colin’s head that rubbed her instead. The idea made her breathless. He would slide over her delicate skin, tease her and test her slit before slipping in, slowly and deeply. It would be so great. . . so thick, stretching it as if it had never been stretched before. She would scream and spread her legs further for him. She would take it all. Every last inch. She knew he wouldn’t just make love to her like David. No, Colin would kiss her as he thought. It would be hard, hot and humid. And she screamed so loud when she came.
Letting out a groan, Anna shook her clitoris, hips rising from the chair in search of a rooster who was not there. Unable to resist the pain of her pussy to fill, she slipped her middle finger. This was done smoothly and easily, and she jumped from the invasion, the muscles of her abdomen trembling. She gave herself a few quick pushups and then slowed down. Licking her lips, she added a second finger. The fullness was delicious, and she couldn’t stop her soft little cries every time she brought her fingers in and out.
With her free hand, she spread the loose neck of her sweater so that she could reach her breasts. Pulling the cups from her brown lace bra, her nipples are released, the fresh air hardens them. As she fingers herself, she tugs on her nipples, the added sensation making her tremble everywhere as her orgasm approaches.
And in his mind, it was Colin. It was always Colin. Even though her guilt was at war with her pleasure and tears stung her eyes, she did not stop. His obsession had become greater than his self-control. He had grown bigger than his love for David. The fantasy had consumed her and she hated herself for weakness. Hated himself for not stopping. Hated herself for what she knew she would do if the opportunity arose. Because if Colin walked in the door now, God forgive him, she would let him kiss it. She would let him kiss her on the three thousand dollar reading chair she was now sitting on, in the same room she shared with her father.
Colin stopped at the end of the paved alley. Leaning over, he put his hands on his lap to catch his breath. He had accumulated endurance over the years, but ten miles in just under an hour even pushed him for him. But damn, how else was he supposed to get this woman out of his head? He thought if he worked hard enough, the sweat and the burns would make him forget his stepmother.
“Damn it,” he breathed, still bent over. Although he closed his eyes, he could not prevent his image from attacking him. Those soft brown eyes and the porcelain skin. All the black hair in which he wanted to tangle his fingers. That shy smile. The way her voice seemed to get a little breathless when she spoke to him. Sexy like fucking. And completely inaccessible.
When Colin’s father had married Anna despite their age difference, Colin was not surprised. David had always admired beautiful things. Had a mansion full of them. He was a collector. Oh, Colin knew that David loved his wife in his own way. As much as a sixty-five-year-old man with multiple divorces could love a woman half his age. And it was clear that Anna also cared for David. She was attentive and gentle, and the smiles she addressed to her husband were sincere. They were happy.
And all Colin could think of was how she would feel under him.
Cursing, he stood up and ostensibly avoided looking at his window as he entered. He didn’t need to imagine what she could do up there. What she could wear. As he crossed the cultivated marble floor from the entrance, he pushed the frown from his face. If he did meet her, he didn’t want to explain her mood. Impossible.
In the kitchen, he poured a glass of juice and moved his thoughts away from a woman he couldn’t have. Drinking by hand, he headed for the bright, polished wooden staircase. He would take a shower, dress his ass and go out. Being alone in the giant mansion with Anna all day was not an option. Even if it was his only day off. Her father was booked in for consultations all afternoon and would probably not be back until late. Even Theresa, the maid, was gone today. The place was a huge prison of temptation.
As he passed Anna’s room, however, he stopped, juice dripping from his glass. She was sitting in the big chair by the window, watching nothing, the sunlight kissing her drawn features. She looked. . . trouble.
“Hey, how are you?” He asked before he could stop.
She jumped a little at the sound of his voice and looked at him, clearing her throat. “Colin. You are back.”
“Yeah…” Her voice faded as he noticed what she was wearing. Only a loose sweater. He had slipped from her shoulder, revealing her right breast. the thin lace of her bra did little to hide her nipple from her gaze. Her long, smooth legs were tucked under her. “JE. . . Damn. “
She seemed to realize her partial nudity at the same time and gasped, shaking the sweater and holding it to her throat like a cape. “I am… So sorry.” Her cheeks turned pink. “I haven’t dressed yet.”
Colin could feel his rational thought flowing like a bag of pierced sugar. The sight of his skin completely derailed him. He had never seen so many before. He crossed the room towards her, losing his determination at each step.
She tensed, but smiled. “How’s your knee? I know you said it bothered you the other day.”
Although his voice was friendly, he could hear the tremor in her. Was she intimidated by him, or was it something else? He smiled back at her, not taking his eyes off her. “It’s good.”
“Good,” she said, tugging on the hem of her sweater. “It’s good.”
They looked at each other, their eyes wide and motionless, their eyes fixed and delighted, as something passed between them. The tension seemed to vibrate the air like a taut rope. Whenever he had forbidden his thoughts about her, every night he had stayed awake wondering why it was his father who had met him and not him, all eyes stolen and contacts accidental – everything seemed to burn so much brighter right now. She was his father’s wife, but at that time, he didn’t care. He wanted her. To hell with the consequences.
“Tell me to go, Anna,” he said, placing the glass on the table next to his chair.
She blinked, her fingers tightening on her sweater. “Colin. . . this-“
Grasping the arm of the chair, he leaned over her, freely pulling his hand and sliding hers over her right breast, taking it in a cup. “Tell me to go.”
A soft noise of surprise left her lips and she instinctively arched under his contact.
Colin’s cock flinched at submission, and he rubbed his thumb on his nipple, lowering his voice. “Anna.”
She then met her gaze, an undeniable mixture of lust and regret in her beautiful eyes. “Stay,” she whispered. “Please… Stay.”
He closed his eyes and groaned a little. “You don’t know how much I want it.”
Something gave in him upon admission, and he realized how true it was. He was so used to defeating his desire that he was almost convinced that he did not exist. But here, now, with his sweetness filling his hand, he knew it had been inevitable from the start.
Her lower lip was trembling and when she spoke, the words fell. “Let’s just pretend. Only for today. Let’s just pretend… Okay? We’re somewhere else. Someone else.”
He took her mouth in response, kneading his chest. When he walked away to get some fresh air, he said, “I’m going to pretend. I will do whatever you want. God . . . just let me have you.
Looking dazed by her kisses, she nodded. “Take me.”
And just like that, the emergency took over. He looked at her with wild eyes and slid his pants over her hips. She raised her knees so he could take them out of the way and throw them to the ground. He quickly did the work of his own clothes and stood before her naked, panting. “Are you sure?” He asked.
Although her thighs were shaking, she spread her legs, welcoming him inside.
“Damn,” he breathed when he saw her naked pussy. She was so wet. So ready. For him.
He climbed up on her, heart pounding and cock in hand. He held his gaze when he found his slit smooth and entered it. “You’re so tight,” he said, the muscles in his neck contracting as he gritted his teeth. “Damn shit.”
She let out a hard gasp as he glided slowly and deeply, his head drooping against the chair, his mouth open. “Oh. . . God.”
He pulled the lace cups from her bra, freeing her breasts. They were pale and plump, her nipples dark pink. Colin watched them bounce as he stepped back and entered her again, louder this time. Her soft cry only pushed him harder, and as he started to kiss her, all of his pent-up frustration and desire was released like shingles in a tornado. She was the fire, and he would let her consume it. He would let her destroy it if that was what she wanted. He knew it now. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his shoulders tensed as he pumped into it, watching her take it. Watch her revel in it. He had never seen anything so beautiful.
His moans mingled with his hard breaths, echoing in the empty corridors of his father’s house and drowning the reality of the outside world. The reality of their sin. Right now, there was only this one – the woman he didn’t think he could have, hot and humid around his tail. Soft and arranged under his fingers. No consequences. No promises. No guilt. Only Anna. Sweet and charming Anna. And the bittersweet knowledge that, throughout, she had always wanted him as much as he had wanted her. That she was also fighting against the current. That she felt something for him. And for now, for today, that was enough.