Stepson Matt On His 18th Birthday

I got married two years ago. It was my second marriage, but I had no children from the first one – which only lasted a few years. I was busy with my career and he was busy with his. You know, the usual story about not really having enough time to invest in a marriage. When I married John, his stepson, Matt, came along with package. Matt was sixteen at the time and in no mood to have a “new mom.” I dealt with the usual stuff that happens in situations like this. He either ignored me or was just plain rude and never really paid me much attention – let alone listen to me when I would ask why he was late coming home or trying to get him up on time for school. His dad kept telling me to give him time. John is wonderful. He is caring and compassionate and gives me access to his bank account to buy stuff for the house or for myself. What else could a girl want?

The only complaint I had was in the bedroom. John was alright in bed, but he didn’t exactly set a world record in the sack. On top of that, he’s about 5 1/2 inches in length. I can deal with it – and it is kinda thick, so that helps – but sometimes a girl wonders if there’s “more” out there. I wasn’t willing to consider an affair though. I do have some morals and standards. Although, I have to admit I did take a few glances when we’d have a hot repair man over. Last summer, we had a new porch added to the back of the house and there were plenty of hot construction guys over doing the work. A couple of them had impressive bulges and nice asses, but all I did was look. OK, I admit when John was fucking me a few times, I would fantasize about some of those construction guys with really big tools. It got the job done and John thought it was all him.

As for my stepson Matt, he’s the typical jock. When me and John first got married, I did notice that Matt was kind of muscular, but I didn’t give any thought to it. I wanted to make an honest effort to be a good stepmother. I really did put some effort into it, but the more i tried, the more Matt would push back and make it clear he could take care of himself. We got into a pretty regular pattern where he would do his thing and I would just stay out of the way. I told John that I would like to be closer to Matt and he kept telling me to give it time. One time, Matt got in around 2am after a late high school party during senior year. He was seventeen at the time. His father was out of town on business – he was promoted to a new position at his company, which meant more time away from home – and I was there alone and when he came in at 1am I did the typical “mom thing” and asked him where he was and why he was so late. He was supposed to be home by 12. I heard him come in and figured I would make an attempt to be somewhat parental.

I asked him why he was so late. His response was “What’s it to you” and a few other choice words mumbled under his breath. He went to his room and slammed the door. Being downright pissed now, I rushed over and opened the door and was telling him not to talk to me like that and have a little respect and he was like “Fuck, can’t I get any privacy around here.” He happened to be in the middle of taking off his sweatpants when I stormed in. I apologized. I told him I really didn’t want to start another fight. “I was out drinking and fucking my girlfriend, if you must know,” he finally responded while standing there in his boxers and t-shirt. “She couldn’t get enough so, what could I do,” was his cocky rely. He grabbed his dick through his boxers to emphasize the point. “Anything else,” he coldly asked. I added something about trying to get home on time and he didn’t answer me and I left his room and closed the door behind me. I got back into my room and was laying in my empty bed and I couldn’t help but think how much more muscular Matt was now. He was really build. He had a borderline eight pack and had bulging arm muscles and really developed pecs. I couldn’t help but notice that he also had a decent sized package , especially when he grabbed it. It was obviously soft, but still it looked impressive.

The tension between us continued, but mostly it was us just ignoring each other. A few weeks before his eighteenth birthday, he was about to graduate from high school. It was a hot May day and John was out of town again trying to finish up some big business deal. He left that morning. He did fuck me, but it was his usual ten minute job. Later that day, Matt was home from school and told me he was going to a party later. I said, “Alright, thanks for letting me know.” He then went upstairs to his room after grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge. I went up later and his door was slightly open, so I figured he was sleeping. I opened the door and he was laying on his bed naked and stroking his dick. I slowly crept away from the door, hoping he wouldn’t notice me. About ten minutes later, he came back downstairs to the kitchen where I was and said “So, did you like the show?” I pretended not to know what he was talking about. and continue to pour some orange juice.