Step Mom

 

Step Mom

My Step-Mom’s name was Noemie. And Noemie and I were about to have our first, out-loud, argument. 

Ever since the wedding, every time she talked to me, she would always find a way to squeeze in, “Call 

me Mom”, or worse, “Call me Mommy”. It was frustrating. Especially since, ever since the wedding, I 

could hear her moaning and screaming as her and Dad’s headboard banged against the wall, several 

nights a week. 

 

Then she’d walked into my room right after I’d gotten home from an early shift at work, and she had 

started in on it right away. Finally, I turned and looked at her. And I tried to say with my eyes that she 

needed to stop, or we were about to fight. 

 

Looking at her, it was not hard to see what Dad saw though. She had gorgeous eyes, full lips, and 

everything about her, right down her walk, told anyone with eyes that she was down to fuck. Not only 

that, but that it was her all time favorite thing. And right in that particular moment, she was wearing 

heels, a sexy little winter top that left her shoulders bare, and a pair of stockings that I would probably 

find online if I looked up “naughty schoolgirl”. 

 

Noemie looked me over as I tried to warn her off with an angry look, and changed topics mildly when 

she asked me, “Do you know why your Father married me?” I wanted to say yeah, because you're a 

cock-hungry whore who can’t get enough. But that seemed like it would be a little too much. I tried to 

pick a nice feature, and I told her that it was probably because she had beautiful eyes. 

 

She smiled at that and said, “Awww, thank you hon! But no sweetie. It’s actually because I’m a cock-

hungry whore who can’t ever get enough dick.” And… I think that I stood there blinking in a state of 

shock, wondering if I had just blacked out and dreamed while still awake for a second, for a lot more 

than a second. 

 

My stunned silence was broken by her asking me another question a few moments later when she 

said, “Do you know why I keep asking you to call me Mom or Mommy?” And, honestly, at that point I 

figured that I had definitely misheard or somehow dreamed the first part. So, I tried to tone down my 

own brain, and gave her a guess. “To help us bond better as a family or something?” 

 

Again, she smiled, and I had to admit, it was a dazzling smile. She had a brightness about her that 

drew you in. But then she said, “Again Steven, that is VERY sweet. But no. It’s because I think that 

you're a very handsome man. I find you very attractive, and I think that if you called me Mommy while I 

sucked your dick it would be super-fucking hot. But it would be 100 times hotter if you called me Mom 

all the time. You know?” 

 

I tried to speak after that a few times. I took in the breath and everything. But it felt like my brain's wires 

had crossed and it had blown a fuse or something. I know that I must look very confused at that 

moment. But Noemie just gave a playful laugh and put her hand on my chest. Then, she explained. 

 

“Sweetie” she said, and for once, I felt no rise in anger at all at the term of affection. “Your Daddy 

married me not only knowing that I was insatiable, but it was one of his favorite things about me. We 

had plenty of long talks about it, and I even warned him about the dangers of me living with some 18-

year-stud, like yourself. I told him all about my Mother/Son fetish, and do you know what he told me?”

I shook my head. 

“He told me, if I ever manage to pull it off, I need to tell him all about it.” She let that sink in for a 

moment. Then, she hit her knees in front of me. “Now, I know that I am throwing a lot at you here all at 

once. But you’ve known me awhile now, and so you shouldn’t be THAT surprised when I tell you that 

just talking about this has me all wound up and ready to go. Now… I know that it can be a big ask, and 

that you might not have even thought about this before.”

 

“So,” she continued, staring up at me from her knees. “What I’d like you to do, is pause for just a 

second. Consider what I am asking you to do, and, just for a moment… I want you to try the roleplay 

out in your mind. Just, get in the headspace, just for a second. Okay?” 

 

I nodded. My brain was on fire, and I wasn’t sure why, but god my Step-Mom was suddenly really 

fucking hot for some reason. “Good,” she said sweetly. “Now then…”

 

She gently tugged my post-work sweatpants then, down to my feet, and guided me to step out of them 

before tossing them, along with my boxers, clear across the room. I was now naked from the waste 

down, and she took my cock into her hands making me draw in a rapid breath. God but it was so 

fucking hot in that room at that moment! 

 

She looked up at me, lust and intensity in those stunning eyes of hers, and she began to speak to me 

in a sweet, Motherly tone. “Baby,” she purred. “I know I’m your Mother, and this must be very strange 

for you.” Then she softly kissed the side of my cock, always locking eyes after anything that drew her 

gaze away, even for a moment. “But, Mommy loves you. And though I love your Father too, sometimes 

he just isn’t up to stuffing Mommy’s holes as much as I need them stuffed. So, please sweetie,” she 

said, placing another tender kiss on the head of my cock. “Please! Would you please reassure me that 

I’m not upsetting you right now, by telling me that you love me?” And, I knew what she was going for, 

and, god help me, I had zero resistance in me at that point. I WANTED to say it. So I did. “I Love you 

Mom.” 

 

“Oh sweetie,” she moaned, and she gave my cock another kiss. This time though, she pressed her 

lips down more. “That makes Mommy so happy to hear that!”, then she kissed me again, and this time 

it was on the tip of my dick. “Oh Fuck! Mommy just wants to-” And she pressed another slow kiss onto 

the tip of my cock, but this time she pressed even more firmly, and her lips parted. Her eyes went 

wide, as if with surprise, as her lips slid down past the tip and half way down the shaft. 

After a moment she pulled herself off of me, like it was the most difficult thing she had ever had to do. 

Then, panting with need, she said to me, “Oh Steven. Oh Sweetie. I want to suck it so badly!” She had 

both hands on my cock and she was squeezing it, and then pulling back and gently running her hands 

up and down the sides of it. Then giving it another little kiss as she moaned with barely restrained 

need. 

 

She looked to me again, squirming with desire, and I knew her pussy was soaking wet to the touch 

even though she was still fully concealed from me. “Can Mommy suck your cock baby? Can Mommy 

be your little whore whenever your Dad isn’t home? Please baby! Please say yes!” Then she looked at 

me, and with a deep breath, she managed to steady herself just long enough to say, “Please say that 

you’ll let me put this dick inside your Mommy”. 

 

It took me all of 2 seconds to decide on what to do next. Then I grabbed the back of her head, and she 

moaned in reaction. I balled my fist up in her hair, and pulled her towards me as I told her, “I want you to 

suck my cock Mommy. Show your Son what a good little cock-sucker you can be.” 

In return, she rewarded me with the single greatest blowjob of my entire life. It was incredible. She was 

incredible! And she was right, everytime she stopped to describe what I was doing to my Mother’s lips, 

asked me if my Mom was sucking on me good, or told me that she wanted me to cum on Mommy; it 

was so much hotter than it otherwise would have been. 

After that, almost every day, Mom would track me down once we had the house to ourselves, and I 

would look at her like she was the hot little insatiable beauty that she was. When I did, she would 

always say, “Are you sure you want to do that, Son? You know how Mommy gets.” 

I fucked her every single day, and it was god-damn amazing. Dad still had sex with her a couple times 

a week, but it no longer bothered me. Hell, it had become weirdly hot hearing him “fuck my Mom”. 

Eventually I told her that, and she seemed oddly proud. Like I’d hit some milestone that she had been 

waiting for me to hit. 

 

A few weeks later, I had some friends over to celebrate Christmas. Not on the day itself, but just a little 

get together to talk about old times and exchange new stories. When they asked if they could meet my 

Dad’s new Wife, I didn’t even hesitate. I corrected them that they meant “My Mom”. And then I went off 

to get her. 

As I told her who was over and how long I’d known them, and how excited I was for her to meet them, 

she suddenly took my wrist in her hand, and pulled me back. Then, with my friends right around the 

corner, she pressed herself into me, and kissed passionately at the base of my neck. I was hot and 

fluttery in no time, but I was a little concerned about our location. 

 

Once Mom stopped, I went to lead her into the living room once again, and once again, she stopped 

me. Then, she looked from my hard-on, to my face, and indicated that she was peaking around the 

corner at the 9 or so friends I’d just said I was going to introduce her to. And she said,  “Are you sure 

you want to do that, Son? You know how Mommy gets.” 

Oh.

Oh shit!

***************************************

I am not ad friendly... 

If you wish to support my blog, please do so here. 

https://patreon.com/RiskyVenture36

Any love you show would be appreciated

***************************************