Steve Stevie Steven Ch. 03

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Disclaimer: As you read this story, keep in mind that I try to include something for everyone, and some people are always looking for mistakes. So, if you find any errors, please remember that they are there for a reason.

All persons appearing in sexual situations are at least 18 years of age.

This is part 3 of a 5-part series. The story is complete and each chapter should arrive 1-2 days after the previous. Thank you for reading.



Confrontation with Mom.


“I have a question, Steven. Just how long have you been fucking your sister?”

I was completely shaken. Talk about being blind-sided. I didn’t see that coming at all. Not knowing how much she actually knew, I decided to start by playing dumb. But of course, I had yet to learn that a parent rarely asks a question like that without having a good idea about the answer.

“What…do you mean, mom?”

“Okay Steven, we’ll do it your way. I came upstairs to check on you on Wednesday. You were so tired from the new project you started that day that I wanted to make sure you were okay. Imagine my surprise to find your nearly naked sister sleeping in bed with you.”

Okay, that was pretty bad. I had hoped she hadn’t seen that but it wasn’t definitive proof. I mean, we were asleep, not in the middle of actually doing anything. There could be any number of innocent explanations as to why Suni was in bed with me wearing nothing but panties. Unfortunately, none are coming to mind. Think fast, Steve, think fast.

“Mom, that doesn’t…”

“As you might expect,” she continued, ignoring my pathetic attempt at denial, “that got me to wondering what was going on between you two. I came upstairs the next night and heard the telltale signs of sex. I opened the door and peeked into your room and what do you think I saw, Steven?”

“Me sleeping soundly, I hope.”

“Sorry, no. You were both totally naked this time and I saw your fingers buried inside your sister while she gave you a rather distracted hand job. So, I’ll ask you again, Steven: how long have you been fucking your sister?”

There was really no way around it at this point. We were totally busted and I could only imagine what mom was going to do, although it occurred to me that she had known for several days and hadn’t said anything before leaving on the trip with dad. Of course, she may have simply decided to put off dealing with it until they got back so as not to ruin their trip, but even now she doesn’t seem upset. And knowing what she did, why would she leave for two full days knowing we’d be here without parental supervision. Oh, she’s waiting for a response.

“Actually, the first time anything happened was last Monday, and that was just fooling around. We…we didn’t have actual sex until yesterday.”

“Was this after Jasmine left?”

“No, she was there, too.”

“That’s quite a relationship you and Jasmine have.”

“Yep. So, what now?”

She gave me a smile, and I smiled back. Her lack of anger gave me some hope that she’d just let us off with a warning and a ‘don’t let it happen again’, and I sat patiently waiting for her to continue.

“You know, Steven, I love your father very much.”

I was a bit confused at the sudden change of direction, but this was her show so I just continued to wait.

“I love him more than I did when we met 20 years ago. I was a waitress working at Denny’s and he had moved into a studio apartment nearby right after he and his first wife divorced. I was only 19 and he was 42 but I was smitten. It took me a long time to convince him it wasn’t just a crush.”

I had never doubted my parent’s love for each other. They showed it in a million small ways every day. I was aware of the rather large age gap but it never seemed to matter to them. She continued.

“We had a wonderful time this weekend. We walked on the beach, did some touristy stuff, and also spent a lot of time just cuddling in bed.”

“It sounds nice.”

“What we didn’t do, Steven, is have sex. Your father is 62 years old and he just isn’t that interested in sex anymore. The truth is I haven’t gotten a good fucking in at least 5 years, and maybe more. Lots of kissing, lots of cuddling, and lots of masturbating.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, mom, I really am. You’re still a young woman and very beautiful. But why are you telling me all of this?”

She looked me straight in the eye.

“Steven, I want some of what Suni is getting.”

I just looked at her in shock for a minute. Was she actually suggesting that she and I…? That had to be what she meant. I figured there was really only one way to find out, and that was to ask. Boy, was I wrong.

Before I could even speak, I watched as mom untied the sash on her robe and opened it up, baring her large breasts. They were fairly large and capped by large, dark pink areolas. Compared to Suni’s perkiness, you could say they sagged a bit, but they were larger than Suni’s, plus mom had two kids and was 20 years older. She looked zenci escort gaziantep bayan damn good.

“Uh…” was all I could manage to say I was so stunned.

“C’mon, Steven. Come give mommy a taste.”

She slid her ass forward and spread her legs. She wasn’t wearing panties either. Her lower lips poked out prominently among the blonde curls that adorned her body. Even from 5 feet away I could see she was wet and aroused. ‘What the hell,’ I thought.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her forward a little more, and I saw the smile cross her face. I think up until that moment mom wasn’t really sure if I would go for it. Fucking your sister is one thing; fucking your mother is something entirely different, and she was taking a real chance by putting herself out there. I felt kind of bad for her. Here was a woman in the prime of her life with no sex life and all because she fell in love with a man so much older. I wondered if she wished it was different.

I slid a finger inside her, then another, and then a third. She was tighter than I expected, probably due to the years of inactivity, but she was so hot and wet that I had no trouble getting my fingers in. Her clit was swollen and I sucked it into my mouth, gently nibbling it with my teeth. She grabbed one of my pillows and used it to muffle her screams with one hand while holding the back of my had with the other. That was some orgasm.

She tossed the pillow aside and sat up, and I did as well. She grabbed both sides of my face and pulled me into a deep, sensual kiss, which somehow seemed even weirder than going down on her, but I tried not to think about it.

“That was amazing, baby. Now let’s see what you have for me. Stand up.”

I stood and she untied my robe, and I shrugged it off my shoulders. My cock was at half-mast at this point but the exposure to air seemed to inspire me, and I started to grow. Mom was impressed as she took it into her hands.

“Good lord, Steven. Your father’s was never this nice.”

“Umm, mom…”

She looked up at me and must have understood the look on my face.

“What, too much information?”

“Yes, definitely, and if we could avoid talking about dad…”

“Your right, son. I’m sorry. So, do those girls of yours suck your dick?”


“Well, let me show you what years of experience can do.”

She had me lie down on the bed and proceeded to give me what was by far the best blow job I’d ever had. She used both hands, knew when to change the amount of pressure and suction, and deep-throated me twice. Normally I can hold out pretty well but mom had me pumping jizz down her throat in just a couple of minutes. When she was done, I relaxed reveling in the amazing sensations I had just experienced. Mom cuddled up next to me, her head on my left shoulder.

“Do you have any condoms?”

It was a simple question but it spoke volumes. What it mostly said was that I was really about to fuck my own mother, and the thought of it was actually really turning me on. Damn it.

“No. Jas is on the pill – well, so is Suni, apparently – so we don’t really use them.”

“Good thing I brought some. You need to keep them up here, though, and we’ll need to use them until I can get on birth control. I don’t want you fathering your own little brother or sister, and dad will wonder if he finds them among my things. After you two were born he got fixed so we didn’t use them.”

“Won’t he wonder if he finds birth control pills?”

“I won’t necessarily be on pills, but even if he finds out I can tell him my doctor prescribed them to help control my hormones. Your dad hates talking about woman issues so that’ll be the end of it.”

“Oh, okay”

She leaned up on her shoulder and looked me in the eyes.

“One thing I want to say before we do this, okay. At all other times I’m your mother, but when we’re having sex we’re equals.”


“Meaning don’t be afraid to be aggressive just because I’m your mother. If you want me to do something or get into a certain position, say so or just move me. I like to be manhandled a little bit, and I’ll let you know if there’s something I don’t want to do.”

“Obviously you intend to make this more than a one-time thing.”

“Baby, I’ve got years of sexual frustration to make up for, and you’re the man that’s gonna help me. I’ll try to leave enough of you for Jasmine and Suni, but I might go a little crazy for a while. Now slide this thing on and fuck me.”

She lay down on her back and gripped my headboard with her left hand while using her right hand to finger her slit. It was incredibly erotic and sexy. Her dark blonde hair was splayed out on my pillow and her weighty breasts fell to either side of her chest. I got on my knees and slid the thin sheath of latex over myself. It went on smoothly, which made me happy because, while it wasn’t the first time I had used one of these, it had been a while.

I got between her legs, and as I did so escort bayan gaziantep mom reached out and took hold of my cock She guided the thick head up to her opening and rubbed it around, coating the tip in her juices.

“I’ve been waiting all weekend for this, Steven. Give it to me good.”

I slid forward into my mother for the first time, and I immediately hated that thing wrapped around me. I wanted to feel her on me, wanted her pink insides to rub against the flesh of my shaft. I knew why it had to be this way but it didn’t make me any happier about it.

“Damn, mom, you feel good,” I managed as I started pumping in and out of her.

She grinned and started pushing her hips back against me. Soon she closed her eyes and the moaning started. She moved her legs into different positions, which certainly changed the sensation for me and I assume did the same for her. Since I had already cum earlier, I was able to fuck her nice and hard without danger of getting close myself. She was rubbing her clit and whispering in my ear, urging me on.

“Fuck me, Steven. Fuck your mother’s pussy. Make me cum, baby, make me cum.”

Jasmine and I had engaged in similar dirty talk but nothing on this level. I have to admit that it turned me on something fierce, and I could sense the need building up in me. I wasn’t ready to finish yet so I decided to take mom’s advice, and fortunately she managed to climax before I made the change.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I said as I pulled out of her.

She readily complied, putting her head down at the foot of my bed and sticking her ass up into the air. Doggy-style is one of Jasmine’s favorite positions, and I eventually warmed up to it. Initially I preferred to be able to look into her eyes as we made love, but I came to appreciate the unbridled pounding possible in that position. There’s something primal about just grabbing a woman by the hips and pushing into her over and over again.

At first mom was up on her hands as well but it wasn’t long before she put her head down on the mattress. She took advantage of her free hands to reach back and pull her ass cheeks apart, affording me a clear view of my cock sliding in and out of her. She had her head turned to the left, facing my bedroom door, and grunted with each thrust.

Mom’s position proved to be fortuitous because a couple of minutes after we changed into this position, in my peripheral vision I caught my bathroom door opening and Suni stepping into the opening. If it was physically possible for one’s jaw to hit the floor while in a standing position, I have no doubt that’s exactly what would have happened. The look on her face upon realizing I was fucking our own mother was priceless, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. All I could do in response to her ‘what the hell’ look was return it with a look of ‘I don’t know what to tell you’.

Curious as to what she would do, I kept my eyes on her even as I pumped into my mom’s pussy. She was watching intently, occasionally moving her eyes to meet my gaze and then returning to the action. She had one hand down in her panties and was clearly rubbing herself, and her other hand was up her shirt and fondling her own breasts.

As close as I had gotten before, I didn’t anticipate lasting very long in this position, and I was right. I tightened my grip and started thrusting as hard as I could. Mom was right there with me, and the hand that Suni had between her legs was moving lightning fast as well. I’d like to say that we all climaxed together but that only happens in storybooks. (Well, you know what I mean.)

I was actually first, filling the condom well despite my earlier ejaculation. But I kept thrusting into mom for another 30 to 45 seconds, which allowed mom to experience one last one before she fully collapsed on to the bed. I wasn’t sure if Suni made it because she quickly made a retreat to her room so mom wouldn’t see her there.

“Steven, that was amazing! I’d forgotten what kind of staying power younger men have. I may be walking with a limp for a few days.”

I stood up and removed the condom, tossing it in the trash can. Dad never took out the trash so I knew he’d never see it, and even if he did he’d assume it was for me and Jasmine. As I did that, mom stood up and pulled her robe back on, then gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you, son. Make sure you keep your energy up. You’ve got three women to take care of now.”

She walked out of the room and all I could do was just flop backwards on to the bed. The enormity of having sex with my own mother was just starting to hit me, and my brain was having some trouble wrapping itself around what had happened. Of course, a couple of things couldn’t be denied: My mom was one helluva fuck, and fucking my mom was an incredible turn-on for no other reason than she was my mom. That she was hot was an added bonus.

I must have been there for a good 10 minutes before I heard the turn of a knob. I knew immediately it was the bathroom door, and I lifted my head to see Suni peering inside to see if mom had left. I didn’t even bother moving as she jumped on the bed. I noted with interest that she was naked.

“Oh my GOD, Stevie! Was I dreaming or were you just fucking the shit out of mom?”

“You definitely weren’t dreaming.”

“That was so hot! How on earth did that happen?”

“Suck my dick and I’ll tell you all about it.”

“You perverted bastard,” she said as she slugged my arm with a grin on her face. “You just want me to suck your dick because it was just inside mom!”

“You got a problem with that?”

“No, but you’re still a perverted bastard,” she replied as she took my newly engorged shaft into her mouth.

“You remember that night you fell asleep in my bed? Well, she checked on me and saw you there. She snuck upstairs the next night and saw us going at it. She confronted me tonight but instead of freaking out or telling me we had to stop, she explained to me that she has no sex life because dad’s so much older and not really interested. Then she took off her robe and, well, you saw what happened next.”

“So, she’s cool with what we’re doing?”

“Apparently. All she asked was how long it had been going on, and she didn’t tell me to stop.”

“You gonna do mom again?”

“Yeah. She said to make sure I kept my strength up because now I had 3 women to take care of: her, you, and Jasmine.”

“Damn, that’s so hot. I got so turned on watching you fuck her. You got enough left over for me?”

“Hell yeah.”

Suni climbed on top of me and took me all the way in on one thrust. She was so wet I had no problem getting in. There was no changing positions on this one. Suni put her hands on my shoulders and just bounced up and down, with the occasional grinding of her hips, until she came…twice. Then she put her focus on me, fucking me hard until I came inside her, what there was of it anyway. Between my mom and my sister, I was totally drained.

In the afterglow, Suni cuddled up against me. It occurred to me that since mom knew what we were doing, Suni could even sleep in here with me if she wanted. Dad never came upstairs so there was no risk of discovery there. I wasn’t necessarily going to invite her, but if she asked or if she just fell asleep, I wouldn’t have a problem with it.

“Are you gonna tell Jasmine? About mom, I mean?”

“I tell Jasmine everything. I’ll admit that’s the one thing about this that has me a little worried.”

“You think she’ll have a problem with it?”

“I don’t really think so, especially considering how she responded to you and I together, but it’s the one thing that I think she could have a problem with.”

We ended up drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms, the last thought in my mind being what I would say to Jasmine.


I sent Jasmine a text the next morning letting her know I had something to tell her. She suggested I come by the mall tonight and we could talk during her break at work. I wasn’t sure 15 minutes would be enough time but I agreed.

After a hard day’s work, I went home and took a quick shower before heading to the mall. I grabbed some pizza slices from the food court and then went down to wait outside Jasmine’s store, sending her a text when I arrived. She was able to take her break within just a few minutes and met me at the bench.

“So what was so important, Steve?”

“Something happened last night that I need to tell you about, and I’m a little concerned about how you’ll react. But we said no secrets so…”

“Wow. You’ve never been nervous to tell me anything. It must be big. Okay, I’m ready.”

I recounted the events of last night, glossing over the actual sex but including the after-party I had with Suni. I watched Jasmine’s face closely, expecting a look of horror or disgust to appear. The look she did get was neither of those but I couldn’t entirely read the one she gave me. It was…thoughtful, I guess.

“So, you’re telling me you fucked your mother last night,” she finally whispered.


“And you were afraid I’d freak out and dump you?”

“Something like that, yeah.”

“Well, baby, I have to tell you that makes me even hotter than you fucking your sister. Are you gonna do it again?”

“She says we are, so I guess so.”

“God, I’d like to see that. Would she let me watch?”

“I have no idea. I suppose we could ask but she seems to want to keep this pretty quiet.”

“If she won’t go for it, maybe you can record it. Damn, I need you to fuck me right now but there’s no time. Can you meet me outside after work?”

“Uh, sure. What about your car?”

“What about it? You’re gonna fuck me in your backseat then I’ll drive myself home.”

And that’s exactly what we did.


It was nearly 11:00pm when I got home after my backseat romp with Jasmine. She was definitely playing the ‘mommy angle’ to the hilt, and as much as it turned me on, it seemed to just set her on fire:

“Did your mom suck your big cock?”

“Did you fuck your mom like this?”

“Is your mom’s pussy as tight as mine?”

Jasmine came hard and repeatedly thanks to her own dirty talk. She really didn’t even need me to answer; just voicing the question seemed to inflame her. It was one of the hottest just-plain-fucks we’ve ever had.

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