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  "Hell, no!"

  I laughed and lay back in the lounger again, bringing Mom with me. Her head rested on my chest. Her still-damp hair spilled across my shoulders.

  "I never imagined it would be like this," she whispered. "I never thought it would be so good."

  I kissed the top of her head. "Now that I've had a taste of you, Mom, I don't think I'll ever be able to stop. It feels like I've opened Pandora's box."

  She raised her head off my chest and flashed me a mischievous grin. "The only box you've opened today is mine, baby. And there's no reason for us to stop. I'm all yours. For the whole summer. Think of all the fun we're gonna have. All the things we can do to each others' bodies. All the positions we can try!"

  My cock throbbed inside her as I pondered the possibilities. So many naughty desires filled my head. Any last trace of doubt I may have had about what we were doing fled from my mind. I wanted this. And Mom wanted it too. To hell with the consequences. Somehow we'd make this work. I was crazy with lust for my sexy older stepmother, and this was only the beginning.

  I grabbed her roughly by the hips and began to pound into her from below.

  "Oh … my … God … Dean," she gasped, her voice breaking in time with my thrusts. I didn't ease up one bit. Mom had to place her hands on my chest again to brace herself.

  The sound of our crotches smacking together, along with my mother's low moans, brought me closer and closer to the edge. Harder and faster I pounded. My climax was just within reach.

  Mom beat me there first, and came a second time. Her body arched in ecstasy and she cried out: "Come for me, baby! Fill me up! I want to feel my baby's cum inside me!"

  Those were the only words I needed.

  "Fuck, yes!" I growled.

  I thrust in time with each contraction of my balls, pumping my seed deep into my mother's willing cunt. It felt like I'd filled her with gallon upon gallon of my cum.

  Mom collapsed on top of me, a total wreck. I could feel her racing heart against mine. My cock was still inside her, and my cum was leaking from her overflowing pussy, dripping down my freshly trimmed balls. We lay in each others arms for a long, silent moment, enjoying the sweet afterglow of our mutual orgasm.

  The fences in the backyard were pretty tall, but I knew voices could carry in our quiet neighborhood. Had anyone else heard us fucking beside the pool? Had they heard our cries?

  Mom sat up at last, her face glowing from the excitement and exertion of the last few minutes. "Doesn't it feel better having sex without all that hair getting in the way?" she asked.

  "It's a lot more sensitive, that's for sure."

  "The only trouble with shaving is that when it grows back it'll be all stubbly and itchy."

  I sat up on my elbows. "You mean to tell me that I'm going to have a five o'clock shadow on my cock from now on?"

  "Yes," she said with a purr. "And it's going to make you look very dark and mysterious."

  "I don't know," I said. "I think I like the clean-shaven look much better."

  "Well, anytime you need a trim, honey, let me know. Think of me as your personal beautician this summer. We can't let things get wild and out of control below the waist again, can we?"

  "On the contrary, Mom, wild and crazy is just the way I like it!"

  * * *

  STORY 4

  I was embarrassed by the way my nipples had hardened through my see-through summer dress. They swelled like a pair of ripe raspberries. Today was the wrong day to not wear a bra.

  It wasn't the air-conditioning in the kitchen that caused my reaction. Rather, it was the young woman on the other side of the window. She was tending to a rose bush with a pair of gardening shears. Her generous curves were barely restrained by the impractical outfit she wore for yard work: a flimsy white bikini. The girl's engorged breasts were on the verge of tumbling from their cups each time she brought the handles of the shears together.

  Snip, snip, snip.

  "She has such a passion for gardening," Rachel said, starling me from my lustful trance. She came over to the breakfast table with a fresh pot of coffee. "I'm so glad she was accepted into the horticultural program at college. She's been whipping my flower beds into shape all summer long."

  "Does she always dress like that when she's gardening?" I asked as I held out my mug for a refill.

  Rachel nodded. "She likes to work on her tan at the same time."

  My eyes returned to the girl's supple, sun-bronzed figure. "You must be so proud of her. She's grown into a fine young woman. I'm sure the boys at school must be going crazy over her."

  "If I were in their place, I know I certainly would."

  "Rachel!" I exclaimed, nearly spilling my drink in surprise. "You shouldn't have thoughts like that about your daughter!"

  "Don't make things sound worse than they really are," Rachel said, flapping a dismissive hand at me. "Technically, she's my step-daughter."

  "That doesn't make it any better."

  "I know ... but you can't deny that Ellen has a beautiful body."

  I sighed in agreement and both of us gazed out the window.

  Rachel and I had been lamenting our distant youth over breakfast. It had been nearly twenty years since we'd been college students like Ellen. Now, in our mid-forties, we were freshly divorced. Our youthful bloom had gone, but we were still as horny as a couple of teenagers. Despite our new-found freedom, we were having a hard time finding suitable dating prospects. Most of the men we encountered were assholes.

  At one point during our conversation I joked that we should give up chasing losers and give the fairer sex a try.

  Rachel couldn't help but agree. "It would be nice to go to bed with someone who could pleasure me properly," she said. "You'd think men our age would have figured it out by now."

  "Honey, they'll never learn," I said with a sad shake of my head.

  To be honest, it wasn't the first time either of us had contemplated a little same-sex experimentation. Rachel and I had messed around a few times when we were sorority sisters. We had engaged in some passionate French kissing and furtive fondling on a few drunken occasions. It had been fun and thrilling at the time. Now, faced with such dismal dating prospects, we wondered if we hadn't been on the right track all those years ago. Embracing a lesbian lifestyle seemed to be the only way to go if we wanted sexual satisfaction.

  Outside, Ellen put down her shears and bent over to pull up some weeds. Her bikini bottoms slid between her crack, revealing a curvy pair of buttocks.

  I gave a wistful sigh and said, "I'll bet your home will be overrun with boys coming to visit her this summer."

  Rachel shrugged. "I don't know. She doesn't talk about anyone special. She never had a boyfriend in high school." She leaned across the table and said in a low whisper, "You don't think she messes around with other girls, do you?"

  I threw my head back and laughed. "We experimented in college, what makes you think she won't do the same?"

  I knew for a fact that Ellen had already followed through on some of her same-sex desires. I thought back to an evening a year earlier when I was undressing in my bedroom.

  It had been a hot day, and I'd left my window open. Across the yard was Ellen's room. The girl's lights were off, but the moon was full and I caught sight of her hiding in the shadows. I'm sure Ellen thought she couldn't be seen, but there she was: fingering herself and fondling her breasts as she stared at my naked body.

  Instead of being horrified by the peeping, I was secretly flattered that someone so young found me sexually attractive. Rather than shut my curtains, I stood in front of the window and gave a big stretch. As I reached my arms over my head, my pendulous breasts rose up on my chest, making me look as voluptuous as I'd been in my youth.

  Here's a view she won't soon forget, I thought to myself.

  My hips were wider, and my thighs were a little thicker than they used to be, but my diligent practice of yoga had kept me fit. I put a leg up on the bed and smeared moisturizing lotion acr
oss my calves and up my thighs. I rubbed the cream across the smooth swell of my belly and took longer than usual massaging it into my breasts.

  Although I wasn't one hundred percent certain, I could have sworn I heard Ellen's shuddering groan across the backyard as she orgasmed. Turning to face the girl's darkened bedroom, I blew a saucy kiss in her direction before shutting the curtains.

  "Do you really think so?" Rachel said, snapping me back to the present. "You think she might be playing with other girls at school?"

  I shrugged. "I didn't want to say this to you before, but there have been a few times when I've caught your daughter looking at me in a rather suggestive way." I sipped my coffee and didn't elaborate. Some things I liked to keep secret.

  "I'm so jealous."

  "Rachel!"

  My friend blushed and sat silent for a while, lost in her thoughts. "You know," she said cautiously, "if she's so fond of you, I wouldn't be upset if you got more friendly with her."

  My eyes widened in disbelief. "What are you suggesting? That I seduce your daughter?"

  "I'd do it myself if I could," Rachel blurted. "But this is the next best thing."

  "I can't believe what I'm hearing!" I knew Rachel had been feeling frisky for the past few months. The poor woman clearly needed some kind of sexual release, and playing with her vibrator wasn't doing the trick anymore. But to consider doing something taboo … with her own daughter? Well, that was too much.

  "I know, I know," Rachel said, twisting her napkin in her hands. "I'm obsessed! Does that make me a bad stepmother?"

  "It probably does."

  "Well if you don't do something, and let me live vicariously through you, I might do something desperate and crazy this summer. Especially if Ellen keeps running around the house dressed in that sexy white bikini of hers."

  I had to admit, I was horrified by my friend's lustful confession. But there was a part of me that was secretly thrilled. I was feeling just as horny as Rachel, and Ellen's lush, youthful body was too tempting to resist.

  "Okay," I said, trying to sound reluctant. "But I'm only doing this to help you. I still think it's a bad idea. For crying out loud, I'm old enough to be the girl's mother." Even as I said the words, I felt a tingle of excitement between my legs.

  "I'll let you do this on one condition," Rachel said.

  "What's that?"

  "You have to tell me everything that happens between the two of you. I want to know all the details. Like how big her breasts are, what her ass feels like, how her pussy tastes—"

  "Hi, Mom!"

  Rachel and I jolted in our seats. We were so caught up in our dirty conversation that we didn't hear Ellen come inside.

  Rachel's hands trembled as she reached for her coffee. "You've finished the yard work already?"

  "Yup. I'm gonna grab a shower." Ellen leaned in and kissed her mother on the forehead. Then she turned to me and said, "Hi, Mrs. Robins," before she quickly hurried out of the room. She'd been shy and awkward around me ever since the moonlight masturbation incident.

  "Do you think she overheard us?" Rachel whispered as Ellen bounded up the stairs.

  "I don't think so."

  "So you'll do this for me?" Rachel said, unaware that she was hungrily licking her lips.

  "Anything for you, my friend."

  "When?"

  I pushed back my chair and stood up. "There's no time like the present."

  Ellen was in her room, stripping out of her bikini when I came up the stairs. Her back was turned to the door. Instead of making my presence known by clearing my throat or calling out to her, I stopped and waited until she had taken off her bottoms. The flesh of her ass was the only stripe of white on her otherwise perfectly tanned body.

  My fingers clenched. I had an urge to sink my talons into those gorgeous buttocks.

  You'll be doing that soon enough, I told myself. Just play it cool.

  Ellen was reaching for her towel when I tapped at her door. She nearly leapt through the roof when she saw me standing behind her. She made a quick scramble for her discarded bottoms, and clutched them over her crotch. To my dismay the girl moved too quickly. I was unable to get a good look at her pussy.

  "Mrs. Robins! What are you doing up here?" Ellen pressed her forearm across her breasts to hide them.

  "Sorry to disturb you, honey," I said, and walked into the room without waiting for an invitation. Ellen backed away from me until her pale ass bumped against the edge of her desk and she could retreat no further. "There's a favor I want to ask you."

  "S-sure," she stuttered. "Anything."

  I was standing so close to the girl that I could have reached out with my finger to write my name on the thin sheen of sweat that covered the upper swells of her breasts.

  "You did such a great job on your Mom's lawn this morning. Would you mind helping me with some yard work of my own tomorrow?"

  "Of course, what do you need?"

  "Well ... I've got a bush that needs some tending. And my grass is growing wild and out of control." I noticed that the girl's eyes kept darting towards my chest. "Ellen, is something wrong?"

  "Y-your top has fallen open, Mrs. Robins."

  I glanced down at my bosom. The upper buttons had indeed popped open, revealing a generous portion of my cleavage. My areolas peeked from the edge of the fabric. I made no effort to cover myself. "I'm sorry, Ellen. I didn't mean to traumatize you with an old woman's saggy tits."

  The girl blushed. "You're not that old Mrs. Robins. And you're far from saggy. Your breasts look fantastic."

  "Aw, honey, that's so sweet of you to say." I reached out and stroked her cheek. "I'm feeling so hot today, and it's too warm to wear a bra. But I suppose I should cover myself up before I go outside. We don't want Old Man Johnson to catch sight of me from his porch. He might have a heart attack." I reached down, as if to button myself, but pulled the blouse wide to give Ellen a quick glimpse of my tits.

  The girl gulped and clutched the wadded bikini bottoms even tighter to her crotch.

  "See you tomorrow, sweetie," I said, and gave her a wink before I turned to leave.

  The next morning, Ellen came over and started work in my back yard. I stood at my kitchen window and sipped coffee, wearing nothing more than a short silk robe. It was so short that every time I bent over, my bare ass was exposed. It was the perfect outfit for seduction. I loosened the sash around my waist as I watched Ellen trim my bush.

  I'll admit, I was a little disheartened when she came over dressed in bulky sweats. But as the sun rose higher, and the temperature warmed, she stripped out of her unflattering top and shapeless bottoms. To my delight she wore the same white bikini underneath, just as she had the day before.

  I shivered to see her flawless body. The urge to reach between my legs and touch myself while I watched her work was overwhelming. Patience, Julie, I reminded myself. Patience.

  I picked up the phone and dialed my neighbor. "She's almost finished with the flower beds. Are you ready?"

  "Yes." Rachel's voice trembled with excitement.

  A few minutes later, Ellen poked her head through the back door and called out, "I'm all finished, Mrs. Robins. I'll see you later." She was about to hurry away when I ushered her inside and made her sit down at the kitchen table.

  "Let me offer you something to drink before you go. You must be thirsty." As I poured a big glass of orange juice, Ellen picked up her sweat top and was about to pull it over her head. "Oh, don't bother getting dressed on my account, honey. I know you must be boiling up after working under that hot sun."

  I leaned across the table to hand her the drink. In the process, I gave her a magnificent view down the front of my robe. Because of my loosened sash, Ellen had a clear view down the length of my body. All the way to the soft tuft of my neatly trimmed pussy.

  Ellen struggled to avert her eyes and focused on the orange juice. "Thanks, Mrs. Robins."

  "My pleasure, honey. You did such a nice job out there." I reached out to stroke th
e girl's thick dark hair. My hand trailed down her neck and across her shoulders. I couldn't help but smile as her skin prickled with goosebumps at my gentle touch. "Let me get my purse so I can give you something for your efforts."

  "You don't have to do that."

  "There has to be some way I can repay you for your help. I can't let you go unrewarded."

  "The orange juice was reward enough."

  "Don't be silly." I stood behind her and put both hands on her shoulders. "How about I give you a massage to help ease some of the soreness in your muscles? That gardening looked like it was a lot of hard work."

  "Well ..."

  Before she could refuse, I pressed my thumbs into her flesh and began to work my magic. Ellen's skin was so firm and supple. She uttered a soft moan that made me shiver in anticipation of what was to come.

  "That feels so good, Mrs. Robins."

  "Please, Ellen, call me Julie."

  Her head lolled forward onto her chest as I kneaded her neck and upper back. The girl was like putty in my hands.

  "Are you enjoying that, Ellen?"

  "Oh yes, Mrs. Rob—I mean, Julie."

  "You've grown so big since the last time I saw you. You were a girl when you left for college. Now you've come back a woman. And a very attractive one at that."

  "That's kind of you to say."

  "You've got so much tension in here," I said, running my fingers across the girl's shoulder blades. "It would really help if you laid down somewhere, then I could really go to work on you."

  Ellen nodded. Her eyes were half-closed, as if she was hypnotized by my soothing caresses. She didn't resist when I took her by the hand and led her to my bedroom.

  "Take off your bikini and lie across the mattress," I said.

  Ellen snapped to her senses at the mention of undressing. "My bikini? All of it?"

  "Of course. You've had a proper massage before, haven't you?" Ellen shook her head. "Well, I can't give you the proper treatment if you're wearing clothes. Besides, I'm going to use some massage oil on you. I'm sure you don't want it to stain your cute little outfit."

  She couldn't argue with that. Shyly, she turned her back. I couldn't help but smile at the way she quickly undressed and threw herself onto my bed so I couldn't catch a glimpse of her breasts and pussy.