I married my second husband, Jim, in 1995. I was forty-two years old. He was the same age. I had no children, but he had a son who just turned eighteen. Frank was still in high school, his final year.

Frank was a little strange. He was very shy and quite feminine. He never had a girlfriend. I didn’t much care for him, but I was his stepmother. His real mother was estranged and Frank didn’t spend any time with her.

My husband, Jim, was in sales and traveled a lot, often for four or five days at a time. When he was gone, I became lonely. I was a very sexual woman. I was in really good shape, very athletic, except I had very large pendulous breasts. Men stared at them all the time, which was fine with me.

When I became lonely I would go to the local bookstore and buy a copy of Playgirl Magazine. Back at home in my bedroom I would admire the naked models. I loved the young studs with their hard bodies and magnificent cocks shown in various stages of arousal. My vibrator always got me over the edge.

The orgasms were great, but it was not the same as real life sex.

Like all men I caught Frank staring at my breasts. Initially I was annoyed. However, that changed over time as I became sexually more frustrated. I started to enjoy the attention. I looked at Frank more closely. He did have a great body. His face, though feminine was pretty. He was a complete nerd. Maybe he would be an exciting challenge. I started to dress more provocatively around him.

Since Frank had no girlfriend he had to be masturbating. When he was in school I went to his bedroom and examined his bedsheets. I was looking for semen stains on the sheets. And I found them. I ran my fingers over them. They were yellow and crusty. Definitely semen. Were they just nocturnal emissions or was he actually jerking off? If he was jerking off he had to have porn magazines like all boys his age. I went through all of his stuff.

In the nightstand drawer, covered by car magazines, I found them. Two well worn copies of Playboy Magazine. I paged through them. They had been used often, but it was pretty tame stuff. Playboy just showed naked women, no action.

I needed to spice things up. Next time I went to buy my latest edition of Playgirl Magazine I also bought a copy of Penthouse Magazine. Penthouse was much more raunchy than Playboy. Penthouse showed girls spreading their lips, guys with hard cocks, blowjobs, and even penetration.

When I got home I put the Penthouse Magazine right on top of the two Playboy magazines in his nightstand. The next morning at breakfast Frank gave me strange looks. He had found the magazine and judging by the stains on his sheets he had used it.

Later in the afternoon, when I came back from shopping, I found Frank sitting on the couch in the living room reading magazines. I realized he was looking at one of my Playgirl magazines. His Penthouse magazine was on the coffee table.

“Mom, why did you buy me Penthouse and why do you have all these Playgirl magazines?”

“Are you going through my stuff? A woman has needs, and I want you to have fun. A boy your age should be masturbating looking at porn magazines. You keep reading your magazines and I will take a shower.”

I went to my bedroom. From the bedroom door you had a full view of both, my shower and my bed. I left the door open a little. I undressed and stepped into the shower keeping an eye on the door.

I turned on the water. There was movement at the door. Frank’s head appeared. He was watching me. I slowly soaped up my luscious breasts. I took my time. My hands explored my bush. I was getting wet, knowing that Frank was watching me.

I stepped out of the shower and dried my body. I laid down on my bed, took a Playgirl magazine from my nightstand drawer, and opened it to the centerfold page. There he was, an athletic stud, totally ripped. His beautiful seven inch cock was rock hard and pointing straight up.

I spread my legs wide for Frank to see. My fingers circled my clit in slow motion. I pushed my finger deep into my cunt. My moaning became louder and louder. I was shaking. With a muffled cry, I came hard.

I put on my clothes and walked into the living room. Frank was sitting on the couch pretending to read his Penthouse magazine. Judging by the tent in his shorts, he was fully erect. I sat next to him on the couch.

“Who is your favorite girl in the magazine? Show her to me.”

Frank turned a few pages and showed me a very busty beauty.

“What do you like about her?”

“Her breasts, they look like yours,” Frank blurted out.

“How do you know what my breasts look like?”

Frank turned red.

“I was just imagining them,” he muttered.

I put my hand on his thigh.

“You must like her very much. Look at the tent you are building in your shorts.”

I poked his erection.

“If you want, I can help you with that. Take off all your clothes.”

Frank got up and quickly undressed. Not bad, he was hung like a horse. His seven inches were sticking straight out. His ball sack was tight.

“Sit down! We don’t want any of your cum ending on the couch or the rug.”

I took my daily New York Times from the coffee table, unfolded it, and put it into his lap. I took a firm hold of his cock and gently massaged his balls with my other hand. Frank wouldn’t last long. He started to shake. With a loud grunt, he shot his load. It was huge and kept on gushing.

Fortunately, most of it landed on the newspaper.

“How was that, Frank? I assume it was your first handjob from a girl.”

Frank didn’t reply. He looked very happy.

I folded up the cum soaked newspaper and walked toward my bedroom.

“Can we do this again, Mom?”

“I tell you what. Every night when your dad is not home, I come to your room and read you a bedtime story.”

I went to my bedroom, opened up the newspaper. I stuck my finger in the cum stains and then licked it. Quite salty, tasted exactly like his father’s. I put my trophy on the nightstand. The cum stained newspaper would arouse me for a few masturbation sessions.

As promised, I went to my stepson’s room that night to read him his bedtime story. I laid next to him in bed. He nestled his head on my breasts. I opened the Penthouse magazine and read one of the Penthouse letters to him. He quickly became aroused. I told him to pull down his shorts and I began masturbating him while reading the story.

He was ready to shoot. I quickly bent over and sucked his cock into my mouth. He shot his load down my throat.

“That way, you don’t end up with a wet spot on your sheets,” I explained.

The next night, I told him that he was graduating to a blow job.

“This will be your first BJ. Enjoy it.“

I dove between his legs and engulfed his already erect member. I sucked it like lollipops. I circled my tongue around his glans. He started moaning and grunted. There it came, the whole sticky mess down my throat.

From that day on, his behaviour changed. He started to ask for handjobs and blowjobs. He became pushy. I always obliged him. I was obsessed with Frank.

One day I was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. I had unfolded the front page section and was engrossed in some story. I didn’t notice that Frank walked up to me. He was completely naked and very proud of his raging hard-on. He thrust his cock into my newspaper. I put down the paper and just opened my mouth.

He pushed his erection right in. I gave him a slow, sensual blowjob. As always, I swallowed his load.

“What is this, Frank? You don’t even ask anymore. Do you think I’m free use for you?”

“What’s free use,” Frank asked.

“Free use means that you can have sex with me anytime and anywhere you want. You don’t have to ask. You just take me. Only your pleasure counts, mine is of no importance to you.”

“Would you do that for me?” Frank asked incredulously.

“Yes, I would love to.”

The thought of Frank using me anytime he wanted made me wet instantly.

Frank took my hand, dragged me into my bedroom and started to undress me. He fondled my breasts. Then he examined my pussy closely. I was dripping wet.

He threw me on the bed and mounted me.

“Ok, this is your first time, Frank. Let me help you,” I whispered breathlessly.

I carefully guided his erect penis to my clitoris. I was totally wet. I moistened his glans with my pussy juice and rubbed it on my clit and around my labia. I finally pushed his steel hard cock into my moist hole. I helped him moving back and forth rhythmically. Frank was a good student. This felt a hundred times better than masturbating while looking at Playgirl models.

Of course he didn’t last long. With a loud grunt, he shot his load deep inside me.

From then on Frank would just tell me to give him handjobs, BJ’s, or he would just fuck me when ever he wanted. He ordered me not to wear panties or a bra when at home. He wanted me ready at all times. This was so humiliating and so arousing.

One time, I was bending over the dishwasher. He just lifted my skirt, grabbed my breasts and fucked me. Another time I was reading the newspaper when he told me he wanted to fuck me doggy style. I took my newspaper, went to the bedroom and assumed the position. I kept reading the entire time while he fucked me.

“Oh mom, it’s so hot that you keep reading your newspaper while I fuck you. Just keep ignoring me.”

He shot his load deep inside me. I rolled to my side. I reached behind me and took hold of his now semi flaccid member. I massaged him back to his full glory. Frank inserted his cock from the side position. I kept reading. He started to moan. I turned the page of the New York Times. Frank convulsed and came.

I got up, folded my newspaper, and went to the bathroom. I peed out his cum, wiped myself, and left.

I decided Frank needed to be an excellent lover. I bought a copy of the book Kama Sutra and challenged him to try every position depicted in the book. He became obsessed with it. Some days, I could barely walk.

Frank, however, did not care if I had an orgasm or not. Free use, I guess. I finally convinced him that for girls considering him a good lover he needed to make them cum too every time.

“Frank, if you want to have a girlfriend, you need to be a good lover. That means every time you have sex the girl needs to have at least one orgasm. She can’t be free use to you.”

“I thought you liked free use, mom.”

“I do, I do very much.”

“Why do you like it?” Frank asked.

“I love the humiliation. An eighteen-year-old kid can come up to you and use you sexually any way he wants. He has just his pleasure in mind and doesn’t care about you. That’s very arousing to me. But let me teach you how to bring a girl to orgasm.”

We started with cunnilingus. I taught him how to use his tongue around my clit and how to suck on my labia. I taught him foreplay. I taught him the best position to fuck and to make sure the girl came. I taught him how to delay his ejaculation and make the girl come first or even better at the same time. We practiced a lot. He eventually got his ejaculation under control. He finally made me cum every time we fucked. I was totally addicted to Frank’s cock to the point where I dreaded having sex with my husband, Jim. Sex with Frank was simply the best.

We were a very happy couple until Frank went to college. He still considered me free use at home even when he finally found a girlfriend. But that’s a story maybe for another time.