Stepmom & Stepson Share a Motel Bed

Stepmom & Stepson Share a Motel Bed

Stepmom and stepson share a bed in the only motel available during a hurricane.

Named after my father, a successful lawyer, my name is Johnathon, but everyone calls me Johnny instead of junior. I'm a nineteen-year-old virgin that I hope will change as soon as I start college in September. My stepmother is Elizabeth, a beautiful, 38-year-old redhead with blue eyes, freckles, and a shapely and sexy figure. With me a virgin, always horny, and filled with testosterone, I can't count how many times I've masturbated over imagining Elizabeth topless, naked, and having forbidden sex with her.

Happy and proud to see me embark on college, she volunteered to drive me to look at colleges. We took my dad's beloved 2011, Lincoln Town Car, signature series L, in shiny black, of course, and sporting all of the extra added on chrome. With the airbag rear and self-leveling rear suspension, long gone are the Chrysler Imperial and the Cadillac Brougham, the Lincoln Town car was America's last true, luxury sedan.

As quiet, roomy, and comfortable as a Rolls Royce of a Bentley, the Lincoln Town Car was considered the American Rolls Royce. This luxury automobile has a longer wheelbase, wider rear doors, and six more inches of legroom in the backseat. I can stretch my long legs all the way out without hitting the front seat. The 2011 Lincoln Town Car was the last factory built limousine made by Lincoln. There are many stretch limousines, of course, but none of them are made by Lincoln.

Listing for $53,450 in 2011, my dad bought the car new in 2011 for $50,000. The car has only a little more than 25,000 miles on it. Giving them the royal treatment as if being chauffeured in a limousine, he only used the Town Car to pick up clients at the airport. Everyone felt special when being driven in that car.

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An intelligent, albeit stubborn man, my dad refused to get vaccinated. He left me enough money to pay my college tuition before he died of COVID. Fortunately for me, after all of my hard work and studying, all three of the colleges that I applied to not only accepted me but also offered me full scholarships with room and board. Instead of having to pay out two-hundred-forty-thousand-dollars over four years, I'd be attending the college of my choice for free.

At around one-hundred-fifty-thousand-dollars, that would free up the money to follow in my father's footsteps and attend law school for three-years, pass the bar, and become a lawyer. I'd have plenty of money left to buy a new car, a Mustang GT with a 6-speed transmission. My life was good, really good. Now, I only needed to get laid.

Earning a perfect score on my SAT's, I aced my college board exam. With all of the AP extra credit courses that I took, I had plenty of extra credit activities, too. Active in my community, establishing a youth sports center, I solicited funds to build a playground in my neighborhood. Something that looked good on my college application, it helped that I was fluent in four languages, French, Italian, Spanish, and English.

Now, with my stepmother's help, I needed to visit three colleges in one day to see the one I wanted to attend for the next four-years. Fortunately, within driving distance, they were all within a one-hundred mile radius. Not having to go out again, we could do that all in one day.

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A big deal for me, quite the extra bonus, I'd be alone in a car with my hot stepmother. Instead of her being distracted by constantly checking her cell phone, and instead of her working from home, I'd have her full, undivided attention. Before we left, as soon as she disappeared in her bathroom, I quickly went to her bedroom to take a pair of her panties from her lingerie drawer for the road trip to masturbate over later. I loved stroking myself over my stepmother's sexy underwear.

Something that I didn't know until I stumbled over her open computer screen, she left it like that to go to the bathroom. Not believing my horny eyes, shocking me, something I didn't know nor suspected, my stepmother worked as a webcam model. Forget about her working as a legal secretary in my dad's office before he died, webcam modeling was now how she earned money to work from home. My MILF of a stepmother is a webcam model.

Making sense now, I always wondered why she had a video camera set up on a tripod in her bedroom. Now I know why. She filmed herself in the privacy of her bedroom with her bedroom door closed and locked.

She exposed her lingerie clad, topless, and naked body to horny men willing to pay for the pleasure of seeing her without her clothes. She gave them sexy, private shows. Quickly doing the math in my head, she earned more than twice the money as a webcam model than she'd earn as a legal secretary.

I wished that I could be a fly on the wall in her bedroom. Only if I was, she'd swat me. She teased her clit with a red, sex toy vibrating and pulsating while buried in her pussy. She chatted with men who paid her in tokens for the privilege to chat with her in her sexiest clothes, her revealing nightgowns, her bras, her panties, topless, and naked.

Before she emerged from the bathroom, not allowed to post photos of herself naked, I hurriedly looked at her lingerie-clad and topless photos of herself that she had posted on her site. Having never seen my stepmother's naked breasts, I was seeing them now. They were enormous. They were shapely. They were spectacular.

As soon as I heard her toilet flush, and heard her washing her hands, forgetting about taking a pair of her panties with me, I left her computer the way that I found it, and left her bedroom. Not wanting to be caught looking at her webcam site, I didn't want her to know that I knew that she was an exhibitionistic whore. I always thought highly of my stepmother. A church going woman, I truly believed that she was morally modest. Now, I know differently. I know who she really is.

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Impossible to remove her website, and her revealing photos of her in her lingerie and topless from my horny mind, before we left, we listened to the weather. Several hundred miles away, there was a hurricane brewing and, thankfully, heading in the opposite direction. Even though it was far in the distance, we still had heavy rains and high winds. With this the perfect time to go for the both of us, we decided not to postpone our journey because of the weather.

While staring at the weather map, I plotted the hurricane's movement and path as if I was a meteorologist. I estimated that we should have plenty of time to visit the colleges and return safely home. Only, having a mind of its own, Mother Nature is unpredictable.

Several hours later, as soon as we headed home, the hurricane changed direction and headed our way. With lots of people stranded on the roads, everyone had the same idea. They looked for shelter from the storm beneath bridges, and searched for overnight accommodations.

After stopping at several motels that were booked, we found the only motel with a room. Only, it was a single room with a full-sized bed, a small sofa, a desk, and a chair. At 6' 3" tall, the sofa was too short for me to comfortably sleep. I could have slept on the floor but I have a bad back from playing football as a lineman in high school.

Yet, better than sleeping in the car, especially with tornado warnings, we took the room. A good thing, the room was on the first floor, in the back of the motel, and away from the monsoon like rains and the screeching, high winds. With us safely insulated by other rooms beside us, and behind us, we barely knew that there was a storm out front. The motel guests on the higher floors, the fourth, fifth, and sixth floors, and at the front of the motel, with their windows rattling and threatening to break, took the brunt of the storm.

We quickly grabbed extra food to eat and beverages to drink at the food court inside of the motel before a panic set in and all of the food and drinks were gone. Filling up her thermos, she opted for coffee and bottles of juice, and I grabbed several bottles of water. Then, we headed to our first-floor room with our food and drinks in hand to check out our accommodations.

Smaller than my stepmother's closet in her master bedroom, the room was extremely small. Blatantly obvious, there was only one, full-sized bed. Clearly, the room was meant for only one person. At least we'd be comfortably warm and cozy in bed.

Already touting an erection, I secretly had a sexual fantasy of having sex with my stepmother. I hoped that all of my dreams would come true. Even if nothing happens, I'll be stroking my cock later while imagining that we had sex. I was beyond sexually excited with the prospect and sexual anticipation of sleeping in the same bed with my stepmother.

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We ate our food. She drank her coffee, and I sipped my water. Unable to watch TV, not having any reception, the screen was totally distorted from the storm. There was nothing else for us to do, something that I couldn't wait to do, but to get ready for bed, and retire for the night. Never believing that this would ever happen, as if I was reading an erotic story on a porn site, I couldn't believe that I'd be sleeping in the same bed with Elizabeth.

Too early for either of us to go to bed, yet, we were both tired. Starting out early to beat the storm, it had been a long day of driving and walking around school campuses. With her wearing a short skirt that continually crept higher up her shapely, naked thighs, every time she stepped on the brake or the gas, by the time we stopped, the hem of her skirt was up to her crotch.

Making me horny and giving me a continual erection, I had a clear and constant peek-a-boo view of the bottom of her exposed, white panties. Thank God she wasn't wearing pantyhose. I hate pantyhose and the gay fashion designer who invented them.

Whoever he is, he should be flogged before being strangled with a pair of pantyhose for his creation of pantyhose. Women are so much sexier when they flash their panties instead of their pantyhose, especially when wearing panties with short skirts, too. I love seeing a surprised flash of women's white panties.

Being the perversely perverted and horny, nineteen-year-old, stepson that I am, I rushed around the car to open the door for my stepmother. Thinking of me as a gentleman, I had ulterior motives. She emerged from the car sitting sideways with the hem of her dress all the way up to her crotch and her knees parted wide open.

Whether she knew it or not, she gave me the perfect upskirt view of her panty clad pussy. I stared at her pussy mound, her camel toe, her pussy slit, and her patch of red, trimmed, pubic hair through her sheer panties. Wishing that I hadn't forgotten to take a pair of her panties with me, definitely, I'll be masturbating over seeing Elizabeth's panties later.

Continuing my gentlemanly service, I opened and held her driver's side door every time she got in and out of the car. Again, sitting in the car sideways with the hem of her short skirt, all the way up to her crotch, I stared at her panty clad pussy mound, her camel toe, her pussy slit, and her patch of red, trimmed pubic hair. After a while, with her working as a webcam model whore, I wondered if she was unintentionally or deliberately flashing me her panties.

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Then, instead of her getting undressed in the bathroom, surprising me, she undressed herself while standing on her side of the bed. Tempted to look, she turned away from me while undressing.

"Don't peek, Johnny," she said, turning her head to see if I was peeking.

Only, I didn't have to peek. Whether she knew or not, I had the perfect view of her in the mirror. As if I was one of her webcam customers and she was doing a slow strip tease for me in one of her private shows, I watched her looking down at her hands while unbuttoning her blouse. Then, sexually exciting me, she removed her blouse, neatly folded it, and turned towards me to put it on the bed beside her.

Unable to stop staring, something that I had never seen before of her, having never seen more than her bra strap, I stared at my stepmother in her big, white, low-cut brassiere. I stared at her long line of sexy cleavage. I stared at what I could see of her areolas and her erect nipples through her sheer bra.

Then, she unbuttoned and unzipped her short skirt. Allowing her skirt to fall to her feet, she picked it up, folded it, and placed it next to her blouse. As if she was my personal lingerie model, I stared at her in her white, low-cut bra, and her white, bikini panties. Something that I'll be masturbating over later, I stared at my MILF of a stepmother in her bra and panties. She had a spectacular body.

As if there was a drumroll of sexual anticipation going off in my horny head, I watched her reach around her to unhook her three hook bra. As if she knew that I could see her and was watching her, she removed her bra straps from her sexy shoulders. Then, she removed her right arm from her right bra strap. Next, she removed her left arm from her left bra strap. Finally, while holding her bra cups in place, she removed her bra.

My stepmother stood topless a few feet away from me. Again surprising me, she turned towards me and leaned forward to place her bra on her clothes. When she leaned forward, her massive, naked breasts leaned forward with her. I had the perfect frontal view of my stepmother's naked breasts in the mirror.

I saw the shape and the size of her enormous, Irish milkmaid breasts, her symmetrical areolas, and her big, erect nipples. In the way that she had a beautiful face and a perfect body, she had such shapely breasts that didn't sag at all. I couldn't wait to masturbate later over seeing her in her bra and panties and over seeing her naked tits.

Then again shocking me, that she removed her panties. As if she was doing a private strip show, she slowly, sexily, and seductively rolled down her panties, and removed them, too. Standing a mere six feet away from me, she was naked. My stepmother was naked. I saw Elizabeth without her clothes.

When she bent at the waist to retrieve her panties, she rewarded me with the perfect view of her round, naked ass. As much as she had shapely breasts, she had a beautiful ass. Then, when she partially turned my way to place her panties on top of her bra, I saw her red, trimmed, naked pussy. I saw my stepmom's cunt. Tempted to do so but not daring to do so, I wanted to pick up her panties, hold them to my nose, sniff them, and pocket them.

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Before putting on her nightgown, seemingly unaware that I could see her naked form in the mirror, she turned again to face me.

"Get undressed, Johnny. Don't be so modest. I won't look," she said with a dirty laugh.

Then, shocking her, she saw her naked reflection in the mirror. She turned her naked ass away from me. She moved her forearms to her naked breasts, and moved her hand to her naked pussy.

"Oh, my God," she said. "I didn't know there was a mirror there."

She looked at me with shock, embarrassment, and shame. She looked at me as if I had stabbed her.

"Johnny! Have you been watching mommy undress? Did you see your stepmother topless and naked," she asked? "Oh, my God. Oh, my God," she said under her breath. "I'm so embarrassed."

Feeling sexually excited but ashamed, I nodded my head.

"Sorry, mom. Once I saw you in your bra and panties, having never seen a naked woman before, I couldn't stop looking. I couldn't stop staring," I said with embarrassment and shame.

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She laughed.

"Well, it's my turn now. Turn and face me while undressing. Since you saw me naked, I want to see you naked, too," she said. "Show me your cock. I want to see your prick."

After seeing my stepmother without her clothes, and as soon as she said that she wanted to see me naked, wanted me to show her my cock, and wanted to see my prick, I had an erection. Obediently obeying her, I removed my sweatshirt, then, I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I kicked off my sneakers, pushed my jeans down to my ankles and removed them.

Then, as if there was a drumroll of sexual anticipation going off in my head, I removed my T-shirt. Finally, as if I was a stripper at a CFNM (clothe female and naked male) strip club, I tucked my thumbs in the waist band of my briefs, and pushed them down. I exposed my naked erection to my stepmother. Surprising me, my morally modest, church going, albeit webcam model of a loose woman, stared at my big dick.

"Oh, my, Johnny," she gasped. "You have a huge penis. You have the biggest cock that I've ever seen," she said looking up at me with a big smile before staring down at my naked prick. "How big is that monster," she asked with a laugh?

I looked down at my erect cock before looking up at her.

"It's almost 9" when fully erect," I said.

She continued staring at my naked prick in the way that I stared at her naked ass, her naked breasts, and her naked pussy. Then, she put her hand to her lips and laughed. She pointed to my penis.

"Did I do that," she asked? "Did seeing mommy in her bra and panties, topless, and naked give you an erection."

Embarrassed, I covered my erection with my hand. I nodded my head.

"Except for topless and naked women on my computer screen, I've never seen a naked woman before. You're the first naked woman that I've ever seen," I said. "You have a beautiful body, mom."

She gave me a compassionate and understanding smile.

"Thank you," she said.

Then, I felt embarrassed by what she asked me next.

"Are you a virgin, Johnny," she asked?

Suddenly feeling ashamed. Again, I nodded my head.

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Then, she said something that I never expected her to say.

"Would you like mommy to do something about that for you," she asked.

She continued staring at my erect prick as if she had never seen an erect prick before. I hoped that I didn't misunderstand her meaning. I would love my stepmother to masturbate me.

"What do you mean, mom" I asked while acting innocently naïve? "Do something about what?"

As if playing air-guitar, moving her hand up and down, she smiled at me as if stroking an imaginary cock.

"I could relieve the pressure of your erection," she said. "I could stroke your cock. I could make you cum," she said. "Would you like me to masturbate you, Johnny? Would you like to cum for mommy?"

Blowing my mind, my stepmother offered to masturbate me. I couldn't believe that she would willingly and consensually stroke my prick. She wanted me to cum for her. Not allowing this opportunity to pass, again, I nodded my head again while giving her a big smile.

Unembarrassed and unashamed, I walked over to my stepmother naked. As soon as I stood in front of her, with my erect prick pointing to her as if she was the chosen one, she looked up at me while smiling. She sat on her side of the bed. My erect cock was a mere foot from her beautiful mouth. Then, something that I'll be masturbating over for the rest of my horny life, she took me in her warm and soft hand while slowly stroking me to a bigger and a harder erection.

She lovingly smiled up at me. Seemingly, enjoying stroking my big dick as much as I enjoyed her stroking my cock, my stepmother masturbated me. I couldn't believe that she was stroking my erect prick. She wanted me to cum for her.

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Determined to make me cum, she stroked me faster. She stroked me harder. Giving me one hell of a hand job, she continued stroking. Alas, she stroked me to no avail. I didn't cum. I couldn't cum. I was stunned that a woman that I masturbated over every morning and every night while imagining her topless or naked and having sex with her, I couldn't cum for my stepmother.

"It's not working," I said with sexual frustration and shame.

She stopped stroking me and looked up at me.