She's the sole cause of his anguish, and the only one that can soothe it. But she's the last one that should.
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Josh feels like he's dying just a little bit more each day. He's plagued with the same persistent ache every young man is... but not for the reasons they should. The new female head of the household, an ex-supermodel, is most guys' fantasy-come-true, but Josh's living nightmare. His ongoing issue, the natural but unbearable problem that just won't go away, comes to a head when Cassandra steps through his bedroom door. Lying on his bed, looking perfectly modelesque, Cassandra finally realizes Josh's pain and that she is the cause of it. And all she wants to do is make that horrible ache go away.
Josh should never consider revealing the product of his suffering to her, but she asks to see it, out of natural, nurturing concern. And when he complies, what happens next is just inevitable. He's never done it before, but he'll do it for her—and only her.
.... "Oh, God," my stepmother said, realizing, finally, what she does to me. "Oh, gosh!" she gasped, almost in tears. "Did I... do I..."
I looked down at my hot-red erection. I still couldn't say, point-blank, the words to describe my ongoing predicament.
"Mom, I..." was all I managed.
"We have to take care of that," she said. "I can't stand the thought of hurting you."
"No, it's not like that. It's not your fault. Not really. It's just that you..."
"What?" she asked, her body poised in a perfect, lusty, posture.
"Well, you're hot," I said. It felt more like a compliment than a confession, just acceptable enough for me to say out loud.
She blushed, and her body positioned itself, ever so slightly, in an even hotter pose. For her, it was all completely natural, totally subconscious.
"Thank you," she said. "But I feel so guilty. I should've realized. It's not like I raised you. I'm new in your life. And no matter what I actually am to you now, well... it must be hard for you."
"You have to take care of it," she said. "You deserve it. I mean," she stopped herself like she wanted to change what she was about to say. "It must've been so hard for you. All this time. You could've told me, you know. Do you want me to go so you can..." her voice trailed off as she looked at my cock again.
"No." The word surprised both of us.
My stepmother got this funny look in her eyes, like her mind was trying to compute several things at once. "Do you want me to..."
"To turn around!" she explained.
I shrugged my shoulders.
"You better do it fast," she suggested. "It looks so painful."
"Go ahead," she said, looking at my biggest erection ever.
Something was happening. I wasn't sure what. But there was a weird air in my room. This situation had been just unreal for a long, long time. This was now something else. Something I couldn't quite put a finger on.
But I didn't want it to end.
I let her watch. I did. I'll admit it. She was totally innocent, I guess. Only watching. I was the one who wrapped a hand around my cock and started the action.
It was almost like I felt it was my chance to redeem myself. To kind of show her what she was doing to me, and why it pained me so much. To prove to her that it wasn't cool to walk around half-naked when you're a supermodel—around anyone who's not morally allowed to sleep with you.
I squeezed my cock in my sweaty palm, and my stepmother watched.
"It looks so painful," she repeated.
I squeezed it—hard—and made it pulse for her.
Her eyes grew wide, and she let out a little gasp.
"And I do that..." she started to ask in an apologetic tone.
"Yes, Cassandra." I said.
"Call me 'Mom'," she said.
And, because she wasn't looking up at me, because I couldn't see into her eyes, I could call her what she wished in that impactful moment.
"Mom," I said.
"Yes," she answered in a funny tone that just propelled my hand farther, forcing me to squeeze harder as I pulled up along my shaft and pinched the head of my cock.
"Yes, Josh," she said, taking in a big breath.
I stared into her cleavage, pulling her bra straps down with my eyes.
"Make it feel better, Josh," she encouraged, staring at my hand move over my cock. ....
Average Rating: 5.0/5.0 from 3 reviews
No one writes about young men tormented by twenty-something stepmoms better than Tina Tirrell. Here's an unheralded classic about a dude named Josh who is tormented and tantalized by one Cassandra, a former supermodel who married his father. The scene opens with Josh and Cassandra having a conversation while she wears nothing but her underwear. Poor guy. The narrative in the first several pages is so funny that I want to quote whole strips of it, but that's not allowed and wouldn't be fair to Ms. Tirrell. But here's a sample anyway:
"I actually spend most days focused on arousal-prevention and [tootsie-roll]-control."
And this: "If you get serious with her, chances are she manages to turn it around into a big joke. On YOU." Ain't that the truth. Many's the pretty women in my life who've had no time to spare for my whining about my suffering, poetic little self, I can tell you.
Well, Josh, trying to be a decent young fellow, has had enough of the tantalizing, and runs away to his room. Like Cassandra ain't gonna follow! What happens next? Well, you'll just have to find out for yourself. Hint: it's sexy. :)
Back to those early pages though, Ms. Tirrell makes a false assertion, it pains me to say. Josh narrates, "[Flirting] would imply that she actually seeks out that kind of attention -- and that kind of *reaction* in any man around her, including me, her *stepson*. And that, of course, would be wrong. Women aren't like that." Hm. That's interesting.
REALLY, Ms. Tirrell? :) Puh-leeeze! :) You can't kid a kidder!
5 out of 5 -- funny and sexy as all-get-out.
Tina is the Queen of Taboo! I can't even put my finger on it, but something about Tina's writing makes it all feel so very real, so incredibly naughty, and so HOT!
Only Tina Tirrell can bring the genuine intimacy and forbidden feeling back to taboo writing. She not only succeeds, she nails it!