Stepmom Gets a Deep Anal Plundering

I was right in the middle of finals week at Reed College, and I wasn’t in a good mood. The spring weather was glorious for a Portland campus; the flora was intensely green and in full bloom, and girls were dressed in light summer clothing, which meant that as I drove out of the parking lot, it was hard to miss the legs, cleavage, and everything else that gets a 19-year-old guy’s hormones flowing. I was horny but pissed that I couldn’t stay. I had to drive 30 minutes back home to walk the dog. I’d opted to live at home with my dad and stepmom because I just couldn’t keep up with living expenses anymore, and I often regretted the decision. My stepmom, Cassandra, was a lovely and petite Irish woman, brimming with good intentions, but she never ceased to get on my nerves. I always felt some kind of inexplicable tension between us.

When I arrived home, I noticed that Cassandra’s car was parked in the driveway, which was odd because she typically worked until late in the evening. It was only 2:00 in the afternoon. I sat in my car for a few minutes, unsure, before I finally made my way to the front steps of my stepmom’s house. As I peered through the living room window, I spotted my stepmother dancing by the stereo and really getting into it. The mushy, lazy sounds of Jack Johnson wafted from the speakers. She never seemed to stop playing this album… With the stereo turned up, no less.

When I walked in, Cassandra seemed embarrassed. I could tell she was blushing despite her already rosy, sun-kissed complexion. She swiftly turned off the music so she could greet me: “Hey there. How was your day?”

“Just great, Cassie. What brings you home so early?”

“Oh, I took a sick day,” she responded, beaming coyly. “I’m not actually sick. I just felt a little tired today, that’s all.”

I didn’t respond. I was still in a rotten mood. However, seeing my stepmom had pushed my libido over the edge. I needed to bust a nut, badly. As Cassandra left for the master bedroom to fold laundry, I couldn’t help but stare. I’d always been mesmerized by her body, which was the only thing that made my dad’s marriage understandable. My gaze automatically shifted down… Past her slender waist, hugged by a sheer summer t-shirt before rounding out into a pair of youthful hips. She loved long runs, and it showed; she was in astonishingly good shape for a woman who had recently celebrated her 44th birthday.

My attention settled on what I thought was easily her best trait: her rear. Cassandra had a caboose like a pair of plump honey hams. Even through her fitted blue jeans, I could see her cheeks slide against each other with impossible fluidity, jiggling up and down with each step. She bent over when she reached the laundry basket, giving me an even better view of her pear shaped silhouette. A blue G-string was visible above her beltline, barely obscured by her shirt. My eyes followed the string, leading down until it disappeared between the crescents of her ass cheeks.

Keen to avoid suspicion, I averted my gaze and started upstairs towards my room, located directly above the master bedroom. I already had a semi pressing against my briefs, which felt all too hot and tight after the long day. As soon as I shut the door and took a seat, I grabbed a handful of lotion and started stroking myself. “Oh yeah,” I said out loud, surprising even myself. I stopped for a moment and just listened, worried my stepmom might have overheard. But I heard something else instead: a faint moaning noise coming from somewhere. I half-assedly pulled my briefs back up and peeked out my window, but no one was in sight. It was then that I realized that the sound was coming from directly below, and it was getting louder. I scarcely made out something that sounded like, “Stretch me… Stretch me… Open me, ooooh!”

My dick sprang from my waistband and I felt the hot sensation of pre-cum. I couldn’t believe my ears. Then I realized that I’d left my phone downstairs. Perhaps, I thought, I accidentally left some porn playing… Oh no! I slipped on a pair of sweatpants, then made my way back down. Every step I took seemed to produce an inordinate amount of creaking. But as I approached my backpack, I realized that the sound was, in fact, coming directly from the master bedroom just 10 feet away. My heart was pounding. The noises could still be heard, daintier and more delicate now. “Oh… Ooooohhhhhh… Ahh…”

I kept my hand placed on my crotch to hide my massive boner. If Cassandra were to walk out right now, this would be damning for both of us, I thought. The laundry room was adjacent to the master bedroom, separated only by a thin wall. It was dirty and I could feel a hot draft coming from the dryer, but I had to release myself somehow. I went in and started edging next to the sink. Just as I was about to climax, the noises stopped. I slipped my sweats back on and froze with anticipation.

To my horror, second later the bathroom door opened and there stood my stepmom, arms wrapped around a bundle of laundry. She had changed into a floral spring dress. She slowly looked up at me with a pair of big blue eyes. The laundry dropped and so did her mouth. I was towering over her, at least a foot above her petite 5’3” stature. The laundry room light cast a beam of light that perfectly illuminated the enormous tent pole protruding from my thin sweat pants, casting a penis shadow that filled up most of the laundry room.

Cassandra looked and her eyes grew even wider.