Cathy greeted Miles, trying to be maternal, though she was only seven years his senior. They kissed lightly on the lips and smiled, but Cathy sensed that there was something dangerous going through his mind. She knew enough about the powerfully built young man to realize that although he was the silent type, that didn't mean he was stupid. It meant that he was thinking, thinking constantly, and that his thoughts were private.
Until he decided to play out his plots. "It's good to see you again," Jayne said in a friendly manner, kissing Cathy warmly on the cheek. The teenager couldn't help but notice her stepmother's wholesomeness, and the vast expanse of her tits. Though Jayne had a perfect model's body, she couldn't help but be a little envious of Cathy's curvaceous build. After all, there were a lot of guys around who liked big tits, and Jayne certainly wasn't gifted in that department.
"Well, darling, I think it's time we set up housekeeping," Tom said, his broad smile warming and comforting Cathy right down to her toes.
"You don't dress very sexy," Miles said as he stepped into the library, closing the door behind him.
Cathy looked up from her book. Her heart leaped when she saw Miles. The look in his eyes told her what she needed to know, and that information frightened her to the bone.
"I don't think it's your position to criticize how I dress," she said, mustering up some courage. "Why aren't you in bed?"
"Because you're not there with me." Miles stepped closer, careful to keep himself between Cathy and the door.
Looking at the clock on the wall, Cathy saw that it was nearly midnight. On the drive home, she had slept while Tom drove. He was exhausted, and he had gone to bed early, she was still wide awake.
Closing her book, Cathy dropped it to the floor and stood up. She was still dressed in her tweed pantsuit. Miles' comment bit deep into Cathy's ego. She intentionally dressed to hide her body. She had been doing that for a long time. But now, now that she was regularly getting her pussy stuffed with Tom's ten-inch prick, she did feel sexy. And, after all, she was wearing the slinky garter belt Tom had given her, wasn't she?
"Miles, I'm warning you, don't you come near me," Cathy said, squaring her shoulders to seem formidable. She was unaware that squaring her shoulders also made her big tits thrust out even more, stretching her white blouse to a point where the buttons threatened to pop off. "You did something terrible to me in the office, and I wasn't in much of a position to defend myself. But now I'm perfectly capable of causing such a ruckus that your father will be down here in a second."
Miles stepped to within five feet of Cathy and stopped. His eyes raked up and down her body. He liked what he saw, and his cock began to throb hotly between his legs.
"Miles, don't you dare try anything with me!"
Cathy's tone was hushed and urgent. She was losing confidence in herself. There was something about Miles' icy stare that unnerved her. All the years and hours she had spent reading books and getting her various college degrees weren't helping her a bit right then.
Cathy watched her stepson moving closer. He moved slowly, like a large tiger stalking his prey. And somehow, though she damned herself and tried to scream, she couldn't do anything to stop him. She couldn't even back away from him. There was something terrible in his eyes that frightened her into immobility.
When Miles was within arm's reach, he let his fingertips graze lightly over Cathy's nipple. He was pleased when he heard her sudden deep inhalation. Her tits swelled out as she inhaled deeply. Then, still lightly rubbing her nipple, he felt her tit tip getting hard.
"Damn you, get your hand off me," Cathy said. She admitted to herself that there was very little conviction in her words? "Miles, why are you torturing me like this? I've just married your father!"
Slowly, carefully, Miles took Cathy's glasses off. He folded the bows neatly, then set the glasses on the coffee table. His face was totally void of expression. If not for the growing lump in his pants, Cathy would have thought him a dead man.
Cathy did nothing to stop Miles when he began fondling her tits. She tried to ignore the hot, itching sensations coming from her nipples. She wanted to claw him with her fingernails but, of course, she would not do that.
Cathy was stuck. Her husband thought Miles was the greatest son any father ever had. And if Cathy should try to convince him that Miles was anything but the paragon of young manhood that Tom believed, she'd surely be accused of trying to break the affection between father and son.
The realities of the situation hit Cathy then. They hit her with the force of a fist in the stomach. She could neither resist Miles, nor defend herself. She couldn't complain to Tom, for Miles would certainly twist the story around. The son would convince his father that it actually was Cathy who had made the first advance toward Miles, instead of the other way around.
"Damn you!" Cathy whispered as Miles began unbuttoning her blouse. "Goddamn you, Miles!"
The words had no effect on the young man. He continued unfastening the buttons of Cathy's blouse, down to her skirt. Miles calmly pulled the blouse out of the skirt to finish unbuttoning.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Cathy pleaded as Miles pushed the sheer blouse off her shoulders. It fell down her back, then stopped at her wrists. He had forgotten to undo the buttons of her cuffs. "You're an evil man."
Miles released the cuff buttons, then let Cathy's blouse slip quietly to the floor. He inspected Cathy's body calmly. His eyes still cold as ice, Miles unhooked the clasp of her bra, and he slowly peeled the cups away from Cathy's rosy nippled tits.
"Do you like?" Cathy asked sarcastically. She was blushing, embarrassed at, once again, being partially naked in front of her cruel stepson. "Huh? Don't you ever say anything?"
Cathy did nothing to stop Miles when he pushed the straps of her bra off her shoulders. She didn't stop him, but she didn't help him, either. She wasn't going to do anything that could be thought of as acceptance.
When Miles unzipped her skirt, she shivered. Was he going to stick his awful prick into her cunt this time? Is that what he wanted?
Before long, Cathy's skirt and panties were around her ankles. Upon Miles' insistence, she kicked off her shoes and stepped out of them. She felt terrible, once again, decked out in just her purple garter belt and stockings.
Cathy felt totally helpless as Miles took a couple steps away from her, to get a better look at her body. When he opened his pants, and he pushed them down to his thighs, she caught sight of his massive prick. Her mouth watered, and she found herself hungry for the taste of his meaty cock. Cathy damned herself for wanting to suck Miles' prick.
"What do you want, Miles? The same as last time?" Cathy was suddenly afraid that she sounded too eager to suck her stepson's prick, so she added: "It was awful, what you made me do."
His eyes burning little holes in her, Miles hooked his meaty hand behind Cathy's neck, and he forced her to her knees. She resisted enough to make him think he had to force her. Then she was on her knees, stroking his prick as it throbbed in her hand.
Cathy voluntarily brought her succulent, pink lips to the head of Miles' prick, and she kissed it. Her tongue snaked out, flicking lightly over his pisshole. The taste of his cock meat was salty and flavorful, just as she remembered it to be.
As she tongued his cockhead, Cathy brought her hand back and forth along his fuck shaft. She enjoyed the way Miles' cock pulsed in her fist, stretching out, getting longer and broader in girth. Using just the tip of her tongue, she moistened all of his pricktip. Then she began swiping at his cockhead with the flat of her tongue.
As Cathy continued licking his big, quivering cock, Miles began taking off his shirt and shoes. He was going to give it to her good this time. No simple blowjob would satisfy his rampaging desires. He needed more than Cathy's hot mouth to satisfy his lust.
Once she had wetted his cockhead and fuckshaft with her tongue's slick caresses, Cathy swallowed his pricktip into her mouth. Her succulent lips tightened around his cockstem, squeezing it just behind his prick knob. Her tongue roved, hungrily, sliding around his cock's crown, and toying with the clefted underside. When she felt Miles' prick expand in her mouth, throbbing with wanton life, she shivered.
Slowly, Cathy pushed her face forward, taking more of his cock into the richness of her hot mouth. Her tongue moved restlessly, scraping over his cock. When his cockhead was at the back of Cathy's mouth, she moaned hungrily. Her breathing quickened as her excitement grew, causing her mountainous tits to jiggle and sway. Her nipples were hard, itching for a hand or mouth to fondle them.
Moving her hand back and forth, Cathy began bobbing on his jaw-stretching prickmeat. She mouthed his rigid fuckpole slowly, trying to gauge her excitement. Cathy didn't want to suck his cock with the wild abandon that would surely let him know she was enjoying the feeling of his prick in her mouth.
"Ohhhhh! You're getting better at this all the time," Miles groaned, pumping his hips slowly back and forth. He watched the way Cathy's pink lips traveled back and forth over his prick, and thought briefly of Jayne's lips.
Bringing her fist along his cockshaft, Cathy didn't resist the chance to rub her hand against Miles' cum-filled ball sac. She knew what kind of load he'd give her.
"Rub my cock against your face," Miles said softly as he stepped out of his pants. "I want to see you rubbing my cockhead all over your face."
Cathy complied without protest. She pressed the spongy tip of his fuckpole against her cheeks and nose, enjoying the spitty warmth of his flesh against her face. She crooned softly. Her pussyjuice was now making her lust-inflamed cuntlips moist.
"You want to get fucked by my big prick, don't you?"
Cathy tried to ignore her stepson. She wrapped her lips around his cockhead again, and she bobbed her face faster, dragging her moist lips to and fro over the ridge of his prick knob. No, she told herself. No matter what, she wouldn't let Miles ram his fuckpole into her cunt.
"Talk to me, damn you!" the young man demanded, teasing Cathy. "You want me to fuck you, and I know it, so admit it!"
"No I don't! Only, you think I do. But I'm not going to let you, Miles. You're not going to fuck me. You can abuse me, and force me to…" She stumbled on saying the crude words to describe her actions. "To suck your cock. I'll do that, because I really haven't any choice. But I won't fuck you, Miles. I simply won't do it."
"Ha! Ha! Ha! You only think you won't, cocksucker," Miles replied. "I can make you do whatever I want. Now I can take it from you, or you can give it to me. And I'll guarantee something. If I have to take it, you're not going to be happy. That big prick of mine can do some terrible damage to a woman's body."
Cathy tried to ignore Miles' threat as she sucked his gigantic prick. She thought that if she could keep sucking his delicious cockmeat until he came, then he'd surely be too tired to want to fuck her cunt.
"Mmmmm!" Cathy moaned as a pungent, salty drop of precum trickled onto her tongue. She tongued his slitted pricktip faster, hoping to get more of his flavorful fuck-cream.
"You trying to con me, woman? Huh? Is that what you're trying to do?" Miles taunted, caressing Cathy's silky brown hair. "You're like a Goddamn nympho now, and a minute ago you'd hardly take it into your mouth. Oh, I get your plan now. You figure that by sucking me off I won't fuck you. Is that it?"
Bobbing her face forward, Cathy felt his cockhead slam against the back of her mouth. Forcing herself to continue forward, she drove the tip of his meaty cock into her throat.
"Ohhhhh!" Miles groaned as he watched almost half of his huge, red-hot prick sink into Cathy's hot mouth.
Cathy knew she had to do something amazing to get Miles' mind away from fucking her. She had to do something that would make him forget about everything but her hot mouth and tight throat.
"Mmmmmf!" Cathy choked as her throat protested the sudden intrusion of his cockmeat.
She thought for a moment that she would gag on his awesome ten-inch cock, but then it slid deeper and deeper into her throat. She continued forward, taking each extra inch slowly deeper into her throat. Her lips worked in a chewing motion on his thick fuck shaft as his throbbing prick knob stretched the walls of her throat.
"Take it! Deep-throat me, bitch!" Miles gasped as Cathy's moist, pink lips moved toward the root of his prick. He pumped his hips, jamming more of his cock into her throat.
And then she had it all. Cathy's nose was buried in Miles' curly bush of cock hair. Her kneading lips were wrapped tightly around the root of his fuckpole. Her throat was completely stuffed with hard prickmeat. She was deep throating all ten inches of Miles prick!
"Mmmgg!" Cathy gurgled triumphantly.
She pushed her face harder against his body, feeling his warm ball sac tickling her chin. Her big tits were pressed against Miles' legs, her throbbing nipples sending sensual electric currents all through her responsive body.
"Fucking-A! Nobody's ever done that!"
Cathy suddenly felt the need for air. She pulled away from her stepson. Cathy could feel the ridge of his cockhead sliding along the walls of her throat, and she crooned happily once more. When the drooling head of his prick was on her slithering tongue, Cathy inhaled deeply. Her billowing tits swelled out even more, doing a short dance of their own.
Miles put his hand on Cathy's cheek, then shoved her to one side. Cathy fell onto her hip, twisting to get her hands beneath herself to break the fall. She spun, bringing her knees under her, and she was surprised at her stepson's speed. Before she really knew what he was doing, Miles had one powerful arm around her waist, and he was hoisting her ass up. She felt his wet, rigid cock sliding between her thighs. His cockhead hit her cunt but did not go in, sliding, instead, over her inflamed cuntlips.
"No, damn you!" Cathy hissed, afraid that either Jayne or Tom would hear her. "I said you're not going to fuck me!"
Her cheek was against the plush carpet, and her huge tits mashed against the floor. Cathy reached between her legs, and she put a hand over her cunt. She desperately wanted to keep Miles' huge fuckpole out of her pussy. The new bride was determined to save her cunt for Tom.
"Have it your way, bitch!" Miles said angrily when he tried unsuccessfully a second time to get his prick in Cathy's cunt.
With his free hand, Miles brought the head of his cock to her puckered, virgin asshole. Even as Cathy was thinking that she had stopped him, Miles put incredible force behind his lunge. At first, her tight ring of muscle prevented his cockhead from entering. His steely fuckshaft threatened to bend.
Cathy felt his cockhead pressing hard against her asshole. She tried desperately to keep his huge cock out of her ass. But then, searing pain ripped through her curvaceous body. Her asscheeks spread wide, and her asshole involuntarily opened. His cock was driving up her ass!
"Ug!" Miles grunted, impaling Cathy's ass with his huge cock.
Looking down, he saw the way her asscheeks were pried apart. Five inches of his enormous fuckpole were already buried in her ass. With another thrust of his hips, he had all of his prick buried into her asshole.
Cathy's moist mouth opened wide, but no sound came out. His huge cock, reaming her ass, had ripped the wind out of her lungs. She pulled her hand away from her cunt, no longer needing to protect that hole.
The blinding pain lasted only a couple seconds. Cathy felt an incredible sense of relief when Miles withdrew most of his massive fuckpole from her ass. When she felt his prick sliding into her ass again, Cathy waited for the agonizing pain to shatter her ragged nerves. But the blinding pain wasn't there. It hurt to have his cock sliding into her ass, but not nearly as much as the first time he plowed his fuckshaft into her.
By the fifth time Miles' prickmeat crammed up Cathy's ass the big-tittied brunette felt nothing but pleasure. Her body felt more stuffed with cockmeat than ever before. Putting her head on her forearm, Cathy whimpered as hot tingles seeped slowly through her body. She could feel Miles' balls slapping against her pussy whenever, he plowed into her asshole.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Miles groaned as he slammed his fiery prick into Cathy's ass.
He was mauling, her spread asscheeks with his hands. Cum bubbled in his balls. Her ass was tighter than anything he had felt in a long time. He slid his hand over her naked back, enjoying the warmth of Cathy's flesh under his palm.
Cathy twitched. With her tits mashed against the carpet, her nipples were tingling, sending hot waves of added excitement through her trembling body. She wished that Miles would finger her clit while he fucked her ass.
"Awwwww!" groaned Cathy as she gulped in air!
His cock seemed to be driving halfway through her body. What had, only moments before, been agonizing pain, was now a new and strange form of pleasure.
The feeling wasn't the same as having a big cock reaming her juicy pussy. It wasn't the same at all. But this new feeling was sending waves of ecstasy sizzling through Cathy's ripe body, and making her squirm with desire.
"Goddamn, I love fucking virgins," Miles said through gritted teeth.
Cathy was suddenly and happily aware that she was no longer a virgin, not in any sense of the word. Miles, her husband's cruel son, had shoved his cock into her mouth until he shot thick, creamy jets of cum against her tongue and face. And he had reamed her asshole until she wiggled on the floor, pushing her ass back to meet his charging thrusts. She could take a cock anywhere in her body now, and receive as much pleasure as she gave.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Cathy sighed as Miles' thrusts became faster, more urgent.
"Bitch! Cock sucking bitch!" Miles hissed, holding onto his stepmother's hips as he pumped his throbbing fuckshaft into her ass.
A low-pitched growl came from deep in Miles' broad chest. His fingers gouged into Cathy's asscheeks as he stabbed his fuckpole into her ass. Cum spewed hotly out of his balls, shooting through his long cock, before spitting out of his red, throbbing pricktip.
"Cumminggggg!" he groaned, rocketing his prick in and out of Cathy's hot, humid fuckhole.
Cathy shivered, pushing her ass back against her stepson to take his cock completely into her ass. She was surprised at how great it felt now, to have his awesome, thick fuckpole of blood and muscle reaming her asshole. With Miles' heavy load of fuck-cream gushing in her ass, she shivered and rubbed her tingling nipples harder against the floor.
"Bitch! Awwwwwww!" Miles groaned, pistoning his hips to ram his mighty fuckpole with lightning speed into his stepmother's ass.
Miles sighed as the last of his cream trickled out of his pricktip, into Cathy's ass. She slid forward, going belly down on the floor. She was breathing heavily, her ass tingling from the violation of Miles' huge cock.
"Damn you," Cathy whispered, closing her eyes and cradling her head in her arms. "Get out of here now. Get out, before someone sees you."
Cathy stifled a moan of displeasure when she felt Miles pull his limp prick out of her ass. She waited until he had dressed, and left the library, before putting her own clothes on. She had been in her new home less than twenty-four hours before her stepson had once again forced her to service his hard-on.
Buttoning her blouse, Cathy wondered how much succulent cock she would be getting in the coming months. Tom fucked her every day with his giant prick, and Miles would probably be doing the same. They both had huge cocks, and both were almost constantly horny.
"You'd better get used to it," Cathy murmured to herself as she hiked her panties up her legs, pulling them tight against her moist pussy.