My step-son cried out...

My step-son cried out, his eyes white with fear. "Christine!" he yelped, and backed up and banged against the toilet. "I--"

"Shhhhh," I hissed. I put my finger to my lips.

I didn't think it was possible for his eyes to get any wider, but they expanded to little saucers on his flushed face. He tried to hide his manhood from me (as if hiding that thick masterpiece was possible), but I wouldn't let him. I slid my fingers down his cut forearms until they clutched his trembling hands. "It's okay," I whispered. "I know what you were doing in here."

"I-I didn't know the door was--" he started.

"But it was," I said. My eyes locked onto his. I tried to communicate all my bottled up frustration through my eyes, to overwhelm him like a snake charmer. Bobby was smart; he quickly understood I wasn't here to chastise him. Quite the opposite.

"Christine..." he whispered.

"You want some help, baby?"

His eyes darted to the open door, through the wall, to the stairs. He was wondering about Randy. His father. My husband.

"No," I said. I slid my hands around his naked flank. He was taller than me, and so much stronger, sculpted and firm in a way his father never was, and yet he trembled. It wasn't out of fear--not totally. It was the desire he barely held in check. I was his step-mother. I wasn't supposed to touch him this way, or look at him this way, but we understood each other. For this moment, Randy didn't exist. For this moment, I was for him alone.

"Show me," I breathed. I held his gaze as I sank to my knees. "Show me how horny you are, Bobby."

"Oh my God," he gasped. When I finally pried his hands apart, his big penis, with its unique and lustrous crown, wobbled above my upturned nose. "Christine..."

"No questions," I said. "Let mommy help."

That word. I turned it into something very dirty. He groaned with mad appreciation. His fingers wrapped around his shaft, and pointed it at my face.

"That's it, baby," I encouraged him. I gazed down at his hairy scrotum. I'd missed it in the mirror's reflection, but now I saw it up close. It hung between his thighs like a heavy bag, and the first thing I did was cup them to take the weight off his groin. Bobby would have roared like a lion if I hadn't shushed him mid-growl.

I gently squeezed his balls, and grinned at their twitchy response. "Oh, fuck," he gasped.  

"So warm," I said. "Does that feel good, honey?"

"Yes," he gasped, staring down at me in disbelief. Slowly, he stroked himself against my face.

"Do you want to use my mouth?" I asked.

"C-can I?" I relished that look of wonder, of incredulous happiness, on his face. "Was this happening right now?" it said. He was in a daze, like a sleeper reeling between the truth of reality and the fantasies of a wet dream.

"Yes you can," I whispered. I gently cupped his balls, and rose up on my knees. I let his warm cock slide down to my chin, and opened my mouth.

"Oh my God," he groaned again. "Oh my God, Christine, you..."

"Shhhh," I whispered, and kissed the bulbous head. With a smooth twist of my neck, I guided it into my mouth. There was a fresh twinge in my core when I finally tasted the thing. My panties were juicy, stuck to my inner thighs, terribly uncomfortable in that terrible anticipation. My body could only handle the discomfort because it hoped they were coming off soon. The wetness was so thorough I could feel it soaking through my jeans. Was it the wine? Was it my frayed nerves? Was it the taboo act of sliding my tongue across my step-son's shaft?

I thought Bobby would cum right then and there. With one hand he gripped the bathroom counter, with the other he kneaded his troubled brow. "Jesus," he gasped. I slid another inch of him between my lips, and the hand on the counter leapt to my shoulder. "Christine, we shouldn't--"

"Mm-mm," I assented.

"But, fuck, but that feels so--"

"Mm-hmmmm," I agreed.

The conflict within him ended in an instant. It was the animal that won out. "Suck it," he growled. "Suck my dick."

I eagerly complied, reaching up to jack him off into my wet and welcoming mouth.

"Yes," he grunted. "Suck my dick, mommy."

That word. That tone. It greased my throat and let me take him as deep as I could handle. He was so thick that I dared not take him to the back of my throat (I'd suffocate!), but I did my best. Bobby's hand left his wet hair and went sliding through mine. "Yes," he groaned. "Yes..."

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"Come here," my son growled...

"Come here," my son growled.

"Now wait just a minute!" I gasped. I gasped again when his big organ slapped my doughy stomach. "W-we, um, Tommy, I--I think we might be getting carried away by the moment."

"So?" he said. His voice was gruff and young and without reservation. His lips found mine and for an instant I was transported back to my own wild teenage days. He tasted like chlorine and like pure, impulsive man. My man. I'd made him, and I made that incredible thing he was rubbing between my legs!

"So I'm your mother," I said, still unsure if I was struggling with him because I wanted to stop this or if I wanted him to pin me down.

His fingers encircled my wrists and slammed them onto the pillow. "Yes," he grunted into my neck. His lips closed on my throat and his teeth bit down like a vampire.

"Mmh!" I grunted back. I flailed my thick thighs against his iron abdominals but he just chuckled and whipped my knee around his hip.

"That's where you should be," he said. He pinned my thigh against his naked waist with one bulge of his bicep. His heavy penis slapped my mound.

"I won't let you do this," I huffed. "It's wrong, baby."

He cupped my cheeks in his palm and forced me to look at him. "I don't care," he said. His lips slipped over mine and I would not refuse his tongue. He moaned into the kiss and sent chills dancing up my spine. "I want you," he whispered into my lips. "I want to make you feel good, mom. Does it feel good?"

I locked my ankles behind his perfect ass and rubbed my pussy into his scrotum. He was still wet from the pool and I'd been wet since I scrolled through his phone. "It feels good," I admitted. "You make me feel so good."

"So can we do this?" he whispered in my ear. He kissed down my jaw until he came to my chin, then wrenched my face aside with his muscular neck and inhaled my skin. One of my wrists was still pinned over my head and my whole body trembled at his assault. "Will you let me do this?" he grunted.

"I don't think I can stop you," I panted. He pushed his balls into my slippery pussy and I sighed with longing. I squeezed my thighs together to bring him even closer to my slit. "Quick," I whispered. "Do it quick before I change my mind."

"Thank you, mommy," he moaned. He reached down to grab his monstrous cock. "I'm so fucking hard for you."

"I know," I whispered to the ceiling. "God help me..."

And then he pushed.

Tommy filled me the way few other men have. He wasn't slow but I was so wet he didn't have to be. Still, it had been a long time, and that first thrust wasn't entirely pleasant. I cried out as he penetrated me, and loud enough to make him pause. "Mom?" he asked.

"Keep going," I begged. "It's just been a while. I-I'll get used to it."

"Do you want me to go slow?"

"No!" I groaned, throwing my head from side to side. "No, I want you to fuck me. Just imagine I'm one of your pretty sluts."

Tommy grabbed my thick ass and rolled his penis inside me. "No, mom. You're not like them. I'm going to make love to you."

"Oh, baby," I groaned. I dug my fingers into the back of his neck and cried out again when he thrust inside me. How could I have forget how good this felt? It was like my first time all over again...

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My brother was always there for me...

My brother was always there for me, always ready to right wrongs and soothe my pains. We were military brats, so our parents carted us from one new school to the other, forever uprooting us, forever forcing us to leave our friends and rely on each other. I would have been lost without Jayden. Dad wasn’t a gentle man, mom wasn’t a proud woman. I never felt safe unless I was in my brother’s arms.

When we took it to the next step, when we finally turned our affections into physical expressions, nothing made me feel so complete.

Sometimes it was torturous to be apart from him. More than sometimes. Most times I was without my twin I felt like a flower deprived of the sun. I demanded that he see me as often as he could; I didn’t care where he was or what he was doing. “You belong to me,” I reminded him over the phone. As if he needed reminding.

It was almost midnight when I felt his nails glide up my neck. The TV was still on but it was just white noise in my ears. The colors played over the faces of my roommates, their eyes shut and their heads tilted back on the cushions. The combination of college stress and too much pizza had taken its toll. I slumped against Jayden’s chest. “They like you,” I murmured.

“I like them,” he said. His fingers sifted through my hair and massaged my roots.

I purred into his sweater. “Don’t like them too much,” I muttered. “You don’t want to make me jealous.”

“No,” he agreed. “I wouldn’t want that.” He pulled my hair just firmly enough to tilt my head back.

I sighed into his kiss. My whole body tensed for action. “Here?” I breathed. “Right here?”

“No,” he said. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”

I refused. I slid my hand lower until I cupped his crotch. “I want you to do me right here,” I said. “I want them to wake up and know you belong to me.”

He pulled me close and wrapped his big arm around me. His hand slid between my legs and applied a firm pressure. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “You always want everything right away,” he murmured in my ear. “You need to be more patient.”

“But I’m a brat,” I said. I kissed his throat, and squeezed my thighs over his fingers. “I’m an empty brat, and I need you to fill me with all your big, fat, patience.” I blew two hot jets of air from my nostrils when his finger rolled across my clit.

“In my lap,” he commanded. He slid me tight up against him and I quickly slid my thighs over his. If Denise or Serena woke up they’d think I was just sitting on him. Nothing wrong with that, right? An affectionate sister giving her brother a nice, big hug. But if they watched the subtle undulation of my hips they’d realize that Jayden’s hand was in my pants, his fingers torturing my pussy…

Excerpt from Sibling Affairs: Omnibus. All three volumes of this series are now available on Smashwords at 25% off!