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She put her finger to her lips and rolled her eyes toward the door. Then she giggled devilishly and went to the door to listen for her step Mom's movements. Then standing just inside the door, she raised her skirt to the top of her thighs and curtsied with a devilish grin, her eyes boring into mine.

"More!" I urged in a whisper once again.

She shook her head and motioned to me.

I stood and looked out the window, turned away from it and unzipped my jeans. My shorts showed white through the gaping fly. My cock pushed the white flag of my y-fronts through the gap.

She looked over her shoulder, down the hallway, and raised a little more skirt, showing the tiniest bit of panty. She nodded her head indicating I had to show more before she would.

I pulled my cock free and it jutted red and hard into the cool air.

At last, she raised the skirt all the wayup and my eyes devoured the pale blue panties, lace at the legs and the waist. The cloth was taut over the scant hair patch of her mound. It seemed split in the middle where it revealed the beginning trace of her slit.

Her eyes danced with a sort of serious look as they darted between my eyes and my raging cock. It was a thrilling step Mummy and we held our show-off positions for a minute or two. I could see that her face was flushed bright red and I was sure that mine was too. Slowly, she lowered the skirt until only her mound showed.

I groaned and begged with my eyes until she raised it one more time. She pretended extreme impatience with me, and then dropped the curtain on my dreams.

We resumed our places on the bed, me with a raging erection forcefully jammed into tight jeans, her with the elegant flouncing skirt of a reigning princess.

'Why don't we play chess, for awhile?" she asked.

"I should be going." I said half-heartedly.

"Afraid of getting beat?" she teased me, her smile beaming.

"OK, you're on."

The chess board was set up on a tiny table in her dainty room. As we sat down and she turned the board toward me to open, she whispered:

"step Mom bought them for me today. Aren't they pretty?"

Knowing she was talking about her panties to make me blush, I answered. "Yes. Very." in a quiet nod.

"Nylon, not cotton!" she said rather proudly. "Here, feel." Mercy grabbed my hand and pushed it under her skirt until my finger tips could feel the nylon and the elastic at her leg. I tried to move to her mound, but she pushed me away.

"If you lose a piece you have to kiss the winner? OK?" she challenged.

I nodded and moved a pawn.

Each time one of us lost a piece, we leaned across the table and exchanged a quick kiss in the middle.

We had exchanged kisses several times before I won one of her Knights. I thought it called for more than just a little kiss.

Again we leaned close. I could feel her breath. Our lips touched and I let my tongue slip out and make contact with her virginal lips.

I saw stars. I mean actual stars appeared before my eyes.

"What are you ... doing?" She demanded, her eyes wide with astonishment and consternation.

"Sorry... " I squirmed, rubbing my cheekbone where her blow had landed.

"That's ... gross!" she hissed.

I knew there was no way to discuss this with her step Mom downstairs ready to pounce and so I gathered up my books.

"Is everything all right up there? What was that noise?" her step Mom called from downstairs.

"No, we're alright. I just slammed my book. I have to be home early," I called, hoping to forestall her coming upstairs.

Luckily, I had my books pulled together before the formidable figure rounded into the room to make sure we were all right. I hurried past her with a "Good Night, Mrs. Balogun. Thanks for the cake."

"Good night, Prince, do come back." she murmured.




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He had the hottest wife for miles. Good kids. Nice house. The last thing he wanted was some, young, college-educated whiz-kid prick to be feeling kind enough to help Michael out, by giving money to his wife. It wasn't a happy situation in general. He'd like to sit his wife down on his dick, just to establish some sort of feeling of control, but the medications and pain killers he was on rendered his penis limp and useless. Life sucked.

“Hey mom, hey dad.” Henry was their 17 year old daughter. She attended a private highschool, and, after her dad's accident, had picked up a job at a grocery store to help with bills. It wasn't easy with all the homework, but she had been doing okay. Michael and Biola smiled at her, but their smiles betrayed that an unpleasant conversation had just occurred, and Henry picked up on it. Her parents were always having those
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“Hey Henry, how was school? And you have work today?” Biola inquired.

“Actually, I quit work at the store.” Michael and Biola stopped suddenly and turned towards her.

“What??” they said, in unison.

“Wait, wait,” Henry said, annoyed by their startled looks, which she knew would be followed by an assumption that she was lazy and didn't want to do what she had to for the family, etc, etc, etc blah blah blah. “Its not what you think. Gosh. My friend's mom has a business, like, cleaning houses, and she hired me. It pays way more, and the hours are more flexible, and, like, I wouldn't have to work as much so I could study more,” she said all this with a slight roll of the eyes. She was always glad for a chance to one up her parents. In her teenage mind, she was in a constant, epic battle with her parents, to show them how competent, knowledgeable, and grown-up she was. A true war for independence.

In her parents' mind, she was just another teenager with an attitude, which of course was the truth. “Well, sounds like a good set up Henry. I hope everything goes well. Good job finding some good work. I hope its not too hard” Michael said.

“Nah, its nothing compared to what you do daddy,” Henry said, while leaning over to give him a kiss. She was definitely her mother's daughter. She was wearing jeans that were torn and patched up (professionally, and fashionably, which meant they were far more expensive than normal jeans), but fit her curves perfectly, and showed, through holes on the thighs and just under her butt, perfectly tanned skin. She also had on a tight, white, patterned t-shirt that accentuated her young curves. Her b-cup breasts brushed against her dad's shoulder as she leaned over, and her dark hair fell over his face for a moment.

She better be careful around the guys, Michael thought, They're going to be all over her for sure. But we've already had that conversation.
She bounced away, happy to have won what she perceived to be a battle in her love-hate relationship with her parents. Biola went to make dinner, and Michael sat on the couch watching football.




Chapter Three

Biola came into the office first the next day. She was wearing a flowery, but fashionable blouse, with a little cleavage exposed, and a black skirt that went down past her knees. She was hoping to keep her appearance conservative to try and stem the tide of her young boss' lust.
When Alfred walked in, he smiled, said, “good morning Biola!” And went into his office. He couldn't believe what had happened the day before, with his complete indulgence in his married secretary's bosoms. He smiled to himself. Life was great. But, he had to concentrate and get work done.

The day went by pretty quickly, and Alfred didn't force himself on Biola at all. Towards the end of the day, and after the last of his appointments, he called her into his office. Biola, naturally nervous, quietly came in. Alfred looked at her for a second, then beckoned her to come over closer to him, as he was sitting behind his desk. Biola came over and stood next to him.

“Alright Biola, I know what happened yesterday was pretty crazy...”

“No kidding,” Biola said, then stayed quiet to hear what he had to say.

“Well, I enjoyed myself, and I was thinking of doing the same thing today, but I had work to get done, and while I was working, I thought to myself, I don't just want to play with Biola's boobs today, I want to talk.” Alfred was being honest. She was hot and all, but was he just going to play with her boobs, maybe have her jack him off now and then? He kind of wanted to talk to her. Find out more about her. “But of course, the boobs are definitely going to have to be involved,” he said, with another of his smiles that were more fun-loving then creepy. As he smiled he put his hands on her hips and started to move her towards the desk, which she sat down on.

“I don't know Alfred. I guess my breasts are fine if you want to have fun with them, but lets just keep it at that....yesterday you touched me...well...between the legs, and I wasn't comfortable with that at all.”

“Really?” Alfred replied, the fun-loving smile back, “I'm pretty sure you came as soon as I grabbed your pussy.”

“It was a physical reaction Alfred! I tried to go home and talk to my husband and it was so awkward! If it goes too far he'll know. I'm sure even my daughter will be able to tell something's up. I'm a terrible liar, and...”

Alfred wanted to change the conversation, this wasn't good for her to be reflecting on this element of her family finding out.... “Your daughter? She's in private school right? And working? How's all that going?” He was also tired of waiting. His hands started to work their way up her body towards her breasts, unbuttoning her blouse, with the clear intent of removing her bra.

Oh here we go again. He's going for my boobs, and when he does he'l......OH....yeah, he'll grab them like that and..........oh.............this is crazy........... As he happily groped her breasts, she continued the conversation about her daughter. It was weird talking about her family to the man who was molesting her. “Henry quit the job.....um........at the store.........and, well.......geez, you sure like.....oh.......well, she's working at.......um...........my..... nipple........”

“Ha!” Alfred chuckled, “she's working at your nipple? Um, pretty sure that's what I'm doing,” as he gave her right nipple another little pinch.

good work

My hand landed over the beautifully shaped pear of her breast neatly cradled in the perfect cup of her brassiere. I didn't dare squeeze, but just left it there for the duration of the kiss which ended when she quietly guided my hand away and left it just below her breast. I fondled the band of her brassiere about an inch wide beneath the cup.

She really didn't' like lightning storms and I could see the hint of tension in her face. Another lightning flash lighted up the entire neighborhood and she pulled me close. The lights went out and she held me there tensely.

"Oh, no, no electricity!" She felt her way across the room and came back with a candle.

We sat huddled together in the candlelight, hoping the lights would come back

"Well, it's bedtime anyway. Mind sleeping in my room until the lightning stops?"

And so we went to bed in the big bed in my Momsie's room. She found one of my father's dress shirts for sleeping and we climbed into bed as the storm raged outside. Lightning flashes drove her into my arms trembling and fearful.

I noticed she had not removed her pantyhose and I could hear her legs rubbing together when she moved. I moved my legs closer and enjoyed the silky pantyhose against my legs. She was curled up like a spoon behind me, her arms around me. Her warm breath teased my neck. She put her hand on my stomach and I felt her fingers graze the wispy beginning of a patch of hair at my crotch.

"Today you are a man, Prince. How do you feel?" Her fingers actually grazed the base of my cock and I really did feel like a man. It was a perfect little caress, full of love and meaning.

"Great!" I snuggled my butt back against her, enjoying the thrill of touching a woman wrapped in taut and silky nylons. It was a thrill I would never forget, nor would I ever tire of feeling it.

The storm died down and my Momsie slept soundly. She had rolled over and faced away from me. I took the spoon position behind her and my erect dick prodded her silky round bottom. I couldn't decide where to put my hands. I tried putting them on the smooth curve of her hips and felt the rolled edge of her panty line arching down toward her pussy. I toyed with it, letting my fingers carefully handle her. I stopped and held my breath, thinking I had been caught.

"Tickles," she giggled.

She was soon back to sleep, though. I was too excited to think of sleeping and the warmth and silkiness of her body wherever we touched was so extremely thrilling. I had the thought that heaven must be terrific if it was better than this. I explored the mysteries of her brassiere straps along her shoulders and back. I was dying to unsnap the complicated snap and see what happened when her bra came away from those swaying breasts.

Dear Diary:

"Poor Prince. He tried out his newfound French kissing ability with Mercy. And Mercy slapped his face very hard and sent him packing. To be fair, I warned him that it would scare her. The younger girls in the neighborhood are kind of advanced for there age in the first place, but Mercy is only 13. Good grief, I hope she doesn't alarm her Momsie again and they send the police down here to arrest poor Prince. He was very contrite and very sweet about it, even though Deborah was here when he arrived and so he took a terrible amount of kidding.

But that isn't the worst of it. Unfortunately, Deborah and I got reminiscing about practice kissing when we were that age. That led to demonstrations and Prince may have sneaked down and caught us experimenting again. At our age, you would think we would be smarter than that, but, alas..."

And she was right. I did catch them. I could recall that day as if it were yesterday; the sun setting through the dormer window in Mercy's room; the books strewn on the bed where we had been studying together for two hours; the glimpse of panties under her skirt as she sat on the bed with one leg tucked under her and the other straight out I don't know how girls sit that way anyway, but it really kept me distracted; I remember that. The shadow between her legs varied with her position, but even if I had to imagine because the shadow darkened, those pretty blue panties beckoned like, well, like I don't know what...

"Show me your panties!" I whispered.

She put her finger to her lips and rolled her eyes toward the door. Then she giggled devilishly and went to the door to listen for her Momsie's movements. Then standing just inside the door, she raised her skirt to the top of her thighs and curtsied with a devilish grin, her eyes boring into mine.




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He had never cum like this in his life. Shot after shot after shot landed on the writhing woman, her hand still, vice-like, on his cock. Finally the last couple shots landed on her covered pussy, and more cum drizzled out of his cock as it hung over her soaked thong.
Both slowed down from the sexual high. Alfred slumped over in the couch, drained.

Biola lay there, covered in cum. Her arm sore from the stroking.
Both had a lot of thinking to do. This was far far more than what Alfred had hoped for. Biola was confused, but felt good. She felt bad about feeling good though. As the high from the orgasm wore off, she felt progressively worse.
I can't believe this happened. I gave him a handjob, he played with my boobs and shot his semen all over me, and that was by far the best sex of my life. Wow. I may have done a lot of harm to my family today. He gave me a little raise but is it enough? Probably not. And what does that matter?! I'm not a prostitute..I'm...I'm.....covered in his stuff....
“Why don't you clean up in the bathroom Biola....ha, uh, sorry for shooting so much.”
“Well, you young guys sure have a lot of stuff to shoot I guess.”
Awkward silence.
She cleaned up, put back on her clothes, and quietly went back out to her desk. Alfred quietly sat at his.
Needless to say, neither got a whole lot of work done.
Biola was thinking about the future, her marriage, her bills, her children, her reputation, and a half dozen other serious topics.
Alfred was thinking about her tits.



“How'd work go B?” Michael asked.
“It was good. Um, its amazing actually, Alfred gave me a raise,” Biola replied, with not nearly enough enthusiasm for the occurrence. Dammit. I just jacked off my boss, and now I have to have a conversation with my husband about how awesome my boss is. This is going to suck.
“That's.....nice....” Michael said...but the look on his face darkened a little. “I'm not a huge fan of charity though.” He probably was eying Biola's ass as she walked out the door, the little prick. Fucking charity.
“Michael! Alfred talked about how I'm good at coordinating appointments, keeping records, helping to organize...and....and other stuff that I do. He was very clear it wasn't just charity. He had been thinking about giving me a raise for awhile. It's not even that much.” Strange. Now I'm feeling defensive about Alfred. He clearly wasn't doing it to just be nice, or because of my merits (well, maybe my physical merits), but I don't want to hear Alfred complain when he has no idea what I just did for him. For us.
“Whatever Biola, that's great to hear...I guess (sarcastic tone).” Michael was a man's man. He had worked construction his whole life. He went into business for himself, did pretty well at that, and had accepted help from no one.

He had the hottest wife for miles. Good kids. Nice house. The last thing he wanted was some, young, college-educated whiz-kid prick to be feeling kind enough to help Michael out, by giving money to his wife. It wasn't a happy situation in general.

He'd like to sit his wife down on his dick, just to establish some sort of feeling of control, but the medications and pain killers he was on rendered his penis limp and useless. Life sucked.

"Ohhh, ... O.K. Why don't you take your shower? Here, give me your clothes and I'll take care..." I could see that something had dawned on step Mom about what had happened to me.

There was no way around it. I surrendered. She unbuckled my pants and pulled them down my legs. My shorts followed and they caught on my extended dick which had risen once again.

She looked up at me and then helped me off with my shirt. Her eyes held mine a step Mummy, full of compassion and devoid of anything resembling rebuke.

"Sorry, Prince, don't worry. Perfectly normal. Happens to everyone. Really. Believe me!" She hugged me carefully, avoiding our groins coming into contact, and finally let me run upstairs to the shower.

When I finished the shower, there were fresh pajamas on my bed and under them I found one of those books to explain sex to kids my age. I glanced through it briefly, looking at the explicit drawings. I had heard bits and pieces of it around the playground, of course, but this was the first time I had seen the whole thing laid out. I was having trouble facing it with my step Mom though. But she managed to make it easier. She stood in the door and smiled.

"That lipstick won't come off without some of my cream. Here, let me..." she rubbed with a tissue and some white cream I recognized from her bedroom.

"It would be nice if you trusted me to read the book with me, but if you don't want that, I will understand."

And so we sat together and read some of it with her explaining with pictures and diagrams as we went along.

"But, then ... she put her tongue out." I said, by way of explanation.

She laughed, briefly. "Yes, well, she's a year younger, isn't she? You'll find that you like that later, I think. It's part of expressing love, real love." She couldn't help laughing.

"I liked it! It was just surprising. Don't think I did it right. Could I practice with you?"

"Eeeeek! Oh, I don't think that's a good idea!" she laughed. Then she looked at me seriously. "Serious?"

I nodded.

"If you do that with girls your age, you will probably scare them. It's really for later."

"Well?" I knew I could still win by playing dumb.

She looked heavenward for a step Mummy, then turned with a giggle. "O.K. Just once! Show me what happened."

I knelt beside her and pressed my lips against hers and jabbed my tongue at her lipstick-coated lips. It was clumsy. And I could feel her suppress a giggle.

""That's good, honey. But ... well, like this."

She turned me around and put her arms around me and cradled me in her arms. Her soft lips found mine and I tasted her lipstick as she moved her lips gently against my own. Then the tip of her tongue touched my lips, very lightly. I opened my mouth against her lips. Her tongue pointed out a little further and moved along my upper lip, then slipped into my mouth. That lightning bolt I had felt earlier occurred again. From head to toes, I was one live wire of trembling electricity. She pressed her tongue deeper.

"You should move your tongue against mine, if we were doing this seriously, but 'how was that?'"

"Oh, great! That's what it felt like. Sorry I didn't do it right." It took my breath away, this French kissing. I was a tingling sack of nerve endings sitting next to my step Mom.

We talked about a couple other things. Perhaps we were both coming down from some excitement peak.

"I think I could do that better," I said, hopefully.

She laughed and held her lips out to me.

I wrapped my arms around her neck and began a long and passionate 13 year-old's kiss. I tasted the lipstick, long and happily. Her lips tasted better than any sweet I had ever eaten in my life. I lingered, moving my lips against her full sensual lips. My tongue was eager, but controlled, as it tentatively touched the inside of her lips, then found her tongue. Our tongues played and began a dance which strictly speaking, was in forbidden territory.

I felt her suck briefly on my tongue as I explored the warm moist cavern of her mouth. Of course it was all in the line of duty for a lesson. Every nerve ending in my body was alert and tingling. My dick was once more hard and jutting through the opening of my pajamas. The first bolt of lightning hit nearby, just as she decided to stop me.

"Oh, wow! You're going to be something, my Prince!" She beamed at me, her smile broad and her hands firm in pushing me to a safer distance.

"Was it O.K?" I wanted to know.

"It was VERY O.K. Did you feel the bolt of lightning?"

We laughed at that as I nodded my head with wonder.

"One more?" I urged.

"We mustn't overdo, Prince." she said, but since she didn't pull away, I initiated another spine tingling event. As my tongue slipped across and tasted her lower lip, I recalled Moji's advice and copped a feel. My hand landed over the beautifully shaped pear of her breast neatly cradled in the perfect cup of her brassiere. I didn't dare squeeze, but just left it there for the duration of the kiss which ended when she quietly guided my hand away and left it just below her breast. I fondled the band of her brassiere about an inch wide beneath the cup.




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