Jessica and I were trying to get some sort of normalcy back in our lives. I went back to school, but I had a hard time getting back into the swing of things. I had always been popular. I played football, was involved in student government, the whole nine yards. I had lots of friends. There were also a lot of girls, but, I never dated much.
Aside from some kissing and heavy pettng at after game parties, I had very little experience with the opposite sex. I guess, to some degree, I had always compared other women to Jess. No one ever seemed to compare with her poise; her grace; her beauty. Now, after the night I had spent in her arms, there was no way they were ever going to stack up.
Jess had gone back to work, which was good for her. Unfortunately it was not so good for me. I had forgotten how sexy she was in her work clothes. The pencil skirts and crisp, starched blouses. The slacks that fit every curve of her sexy ass.
And the evenings were even worse. When she got home, she would usually change out of her work clothes into shorts, yoga pants, or tight jeans. Little tank tops or a tee shirt, sometimes without a bra. Between that and the memory of Jessica in her bedroom that night, it seemed like I walked around the house with a perpetual hard-on. If she only knew what she was doing to me. Even with all that, I couldn't stay away from Jessica. I volunteered to help with anything that would allow me to be near her
Jessica
I returned to work with the understanding that I could be home at least most evenings. I felt the Lucas would need me more than ever. I know he was eighteen now, but he had been through so much. Although, if I were truly honest with myself, there was also a more selfish reason. Not only was he legally an adult, but he had grown into quite a handsome young man. He resembled his father in so many ways. A tall six feet, two inches. A heavily muscled one hundred ninety pounds. Thick, dark hair and a brilliant smile.
Lucas had changed in other ways too. He had begun to help out with the chores a lot more than he used to. The laundry, the vacuuming, taking care of the lawn. He had even taken an interest in cooking. He began to help me prepare dinner almost every evening. We would chat and laugh as we puttered around the kitchen. I think we both enjoyed it.
Truth be told, I had changed too. I could not get the few minutes Lucas and I spent in each other's arms out of my mind. The feel of his strong arms around me. I hadn't felt that in so long. His breath on my skin as his head rested on my chest. His erection pressed against my thigh...
As bad as I hate to admit it, I began to dress more provocatively around the house. Wearing my clothes just a little tighter and more form fitting. Showing a little extra skin. I had even "accidentally" rubbed up against Lucas just a little too long as we moved around the close confines kitchen. I know it was shameless of me, but, damn it, I liked it. It was nice to feel like a woman again. I was afraid, though, that if Lucas realized what I was doing, he would be appalled.
Lucas
On Saturday morning I was putting a load of laundry in the washer when Jessica came in with a basket of her own. She looked terrific dressed in tailored jeans and a low cut blouse. Hair and make up perfect, as always.
"Good morning, Sweetheart," she said, flashing me her prettiest smile.
She bent over to put down her basket. I notice the sexy little bra trying to corral her full breasts. The bra was designed more for looks than support.
"Good morning. You look nice this morning. Going out?"
"Why, thank you, Sir. Just a little shopping. Then meeting my friend Andrea for lunch. Do you need anything?"
"No, I'm good."
"Any big plans for the day?"
"No. I am going to mow the lawn this afternoon, but that's about it."
Jess looked at her watch. "Well, I have to run. See you later, Sweetie." She kissed me on the cheek, turned and headed for the door. I watched as she walked away, her ass swaying as she walked. Man, she looked good in those jeans.
I finished loading the washer and closed the lid. As I turned to head upstairs, I noticed a little pair of pink satin panties on the top of Jessica's laundry basket. Even though I knew I was alone in in the house, I looked around to make sure no one was watching.
I picked up the panties and held them up. They were a very sexy bikini style. I tried to imagine them stretched across Jess' ass. I balled them up in my hand. They were still a bit damp. She must have taken them off recently. I felt my cock begin to stir in my jeans. I held the underwear up to my nose and inhaled deeply. The aroma was intoxicating. A blend of Chanel perfume and Jessica's sweet pussy. My dick was rock hard, now.
I stuck the panties in my pocket and headed upstairs. After locking my bedroom door, I stripped off and lay on my bed. I held my stepmother's panties up to my nose and inhaled her essence again. God, I loved her smell. I rubbed the satin material across the hyper-sensitive head of my dick. It felt so good. I wrapped my cock in the panties, and, with Jessica's fragrance still in my nostrils, began to stroke myself slowly as my mind wandered...
I'm in my room reading when Jessica walks in dressed in nothing but a pair of pink bikini panties, her beautiful tits swinging as she walks. Her nipples, just a couple of shades darker than her alabaster skin, are as hard as little diamonds. The sight causes my cock to become equally as hard.
"Jess! What are you...?"
Jess holds her index finger to her lips, shushing me. She reaches down, unbuttons my jeans and slowly eases the zipper down. She grabs the waist and quickly pulls both them and my boxers off and tosses them aside.
Her eyes widen a little at the first sight of my eight inches standing proudly for her. Jess climbs onto the bed and straddles my hips. Again, I try to protest, but Jessica places her hand over my mouth, shaking her head "No."
She slowly lowers herself begins to slide her wet satin-clad crotch along the underside of my cock. I gasp, as I have never felt anything like this before. Jess takes my hands in hers and raises them to her large firm breasts. She speeds up her movements as I knead her soft flesh, running my thumbs over her distended nipples. I feel her grinding her clit into my dick as she rides.
I increased the intensity of my own stroking.
Jess tosses her head back and closes her eyes.