Janet sat up in a daze. She had awakened from a vivid dream and was momentarily unfamiliar with her new surroundings. A tropical breeze blew through an open window and colorful birds flitted about the jungle vegetation outside the bungalow. It was only seven in the morning but already the temperature was in the high seventies.
Thank goodness for a breeze. The air smells of fetid earth and tropical flowers.
She rolled out of bed and realized she had slept in the nude. Her nightgown was bunched up on the end of her king-sized bed. She briefly paused in front of a full-length closet mirror before dressing.
Not bad for fifty-something. Gravity is starting to have an effect but despite a few extra pounds, no cellulite dimpling my ass yet.
She turned and looked over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't missing anything. Her ass still looked good, but her breasts were what caused heads to turn. At 5'5" she was built like an older version of a gymnast. The muscles that propelled her in tumbling activities had lost much of their strength, but she was still flexible and toned. Her gymnastics career ended years before as a teenager, of course, but it was preceded by hormones and genetics that caused her breasts to swell and take on eye-popping proportions. At age sixteen, she was already a D cup, but it didn't end there. By the time she turned eighteen, she had to special-order 38DD bras.
As large as her teenage breasts were, they were firm and perky. Her mounds were like twin volcanoes capped with huge nipples that by themselves were larger than many girls' breasts. Regardless, it didn't stop other girls from staring and making up snide references and names like Elsie the cow for her. Mostly, those remarks were caused by jealousy from girls who still wore training bras, but Janet learned to shower at home after gymnastics practice to avoid those taunts; they stung even though she knew she was an object of desire for boys and girls alike.
Age had taken a toll, naturally, but she still looked fit. Those fleshy orbs of her youth were hanging a bit lower, but they still seemed to fight the eternal forces of nature. Janet continued to work out in the gym and do yoga, which contributed to her spectacular physique. She pinched her nipples and felt them instantly harden. Her bright pink areolae were dollar-sized, if not even bigger, and the buds that capped them stood proudly at attention. Her now-deceased husband Glen had loved her nipples and his mouth was like a magnet to them whenever they were available.
The valley between Janet's thighs was covered in a thin layer of maidenhair, trimmed to a narrow vee. Glen loved to perform cunnilingus, and she encouraged him by maintaining her bush regularly to prevent unwanted hairs from bothering him. Janet unconsciously rubbed her labia and clitoris, still a little sore from an over-zealous workout with her dildo the night before. That portion of her anatomy had gone unused for some time.
The picture of her stepson stroking his cock in the living room as he watched a scene from the movie, Taboo, was still vivid in her memory. She had intended to wish Thomas a final "good night" but instead found him stroking his huge cock to a pussy-tingling climax. As she watched him from the safety of her cracked bedroom door, she became so excited, she had to relieve herself with her plastic penis.
Her husband Glen had been a gifted lover blessed with a huge tool. Thomas, of course, was untested, but there was no question about the size of his penis. It was scary big. And not just long. It looked like he was stroking a Polish sausage even in his large hand.
The scene prompted Janet to relieve herself of weeks of pent-up sexual frustration with her friendly plastic penis. Granted, it was only a placebo, but in a pinch, it did the trick. The real thing would have been better. There was nothing like the pre-sex routine she and Glen followed where she would slowly strip, then kneel in front of him, and tease his cock with her tongue until he was swollen to full mast before wrapping her lips around it.
The subsequent fucking was like dessert. Janet preferred sucking cock to other forms of sex in many ways. For starters, she loved the power she had with a stiff phallus in her hand. She would tease it with her nipples, her lips, and her tongue until the owner of the cock was begging for release. She loved the feeling of a thick member stuffing her mouth and Glen's did that nicely. But what about Thomas's? That boy is hung!
Janet had her first taste of sex like many teenagers in the cramped back seat of a car. At sixteen, she had lost her virginity to a classmate, but she soon lost her appetite for lovers her age. Older guys were more sensitive to her needs and better lovers, she learned. That was much of the appeal with Glen. But now she was rethinking that philosophy. Thomas would be with her for three weeks...just the two of them. The possibilities made her dizzy. At nineteen, he was probably no longer a virgin, but she felt certain he had not been with very many women, based on what she had seen as he grew up. No doubt he had not been with a Tigress like Janet. And best of all, he had all the tools. It was only a matter of training. But how to start? He was strong and virile. She could teach him technique.
In her role as stepmother, things were complicated. She couldn't pursue him as she would another man her age. He was her son...sort of. But then, these were modern times. And even in ancient times, husbands and even brothers often filled in as surrogates when loved ones died. The cards had always been stacked against women filling those roles. Hell, in some countries, women were stoned to death for similar acts. But then, if Kay Parker could seduce her son in Taboo, a film watched and praised by normal, healthy men and women, why couldn't she do the same thing? She just had to be sure that Thomas was on board. She didn't want to cause any long-term psychological baggage. Oh, by the way, Doctor, I've been fucking my mother for years, and other than this tic, I'm fine.
No, this would have to be consensual. And given Thomas's reaction to her of late, there was little question in Janet's mind that it would be. Their relationship made things even sexier due to the social norms they would be ignoring.
Janet heard a rattling in the kitchen and quickly dressed. She decided her bras were to remain in her drawers for now. Step one was to normalize risque behaviors. She wanted Thomas to be comfortable around her and not on guard as he had seemed yesterday much of the time.
"Hi, Honey. Sleep well?"
"Like the proverbial rock. I was exhausted." And it didn't hurt that I shot a huge load and relieved my balls of about a quart of cum.
Thomas tried not to stare at his stepmother's prominent nipples as they jiggled about, but his cock couldn't help but notice them.
"I think we should check out the snorkeling today. What do you think? Want to go diving with me?"
Janet smiled as she saw an appendage growing in Thomas's shorts. But instead of ignoring it. She stared at it for a few seconds and then walked over to him and kissed him lightly on the mouth. Her nipples brushed against his bare chest. Then, she brazenly reached down and gave the tubular shape a brief squeeze.
"I see our friend here is ready for action. Maybe I should find a leash for him." She giggled. "Oh, don't be embarrassed. As I said, ladies love it when men show a little spirit, and we like it even better when they show a lot of spirit, if you get my drift. You're like your father, Thomas, in more ways than one."
Of course, having Janet playfully squeeze his already rigid cock didn't do anything to make it smaller, and to his dismay, it now proudly strained for release and jutted like a pornographic cartoon. He held both hands in front of himself and turned to the sink as if to do some non-existent dishes.
"Oh, Honey. Don't be embarrassed. You should be proud you can get it up so easily. Most of the men I know need to take little pills to achieve a result that isn't anywhere near that exciting. Turn around, Sweetie."
Thomas reluctantly turned to face his stepmother. He sheepishly looked down as she approached him again.
"Ok, Thomas. Let's get something straight between us. No pun intended. I am your stepmom, but I'm no prude. I happened to catch a glimpse of you watching TV last night, and I was impressed by what I saw in your hand. We are both people with needs and maybe we can work out a deal here. There's no reason why we can't be comfortable in our own skin. I'm happy to let you feast your eyes if you will let me do the same. Of course, it would have to be our little secret. Most people wouldn't understand, but we're here for a spell and I'll be damned if I'm going to have to second-guess every part of our relationship."