Lesbian Stepmother (28 page)

She grinned at me, sensing the change. She nudged me,
almost expertly, touching me in all the right spots. As she danced
her toes along my sensitive folds, I felt an orgasm gathering deep
within me. I swirled some spaghetti around my fork and stuffed it
into my mouth to silence my moans, at the same time sliding forward
in my chair to increase the pressure on my swollen nub.

“How’s the pasta?” she inquired.”

I grabbed her foot and held it against me as the dam
broke. Ecstasy raged through me, almost taking my breath away as I
quivered in my chair. My father glanced up at me, the look on his
face one of real concern. He must have thought I was having some
sort of medical emergency. I shuddered, holding firmly to Susan’s
foot as the tremors finished working their way through my body.

“Are you alright?” He pushed his chair
back, setting down his fork.

“Oh, yeah.”
I smiled weakly, putting another piece of chicken into my mouth.
“This is just so
good
.”
I looked at Susan, who was nibbling on some salad and pretending not
to notice what was going on. “My god, Susan, you’ve
outdone yourself this time.”

Her foot slid away and she smiled at me. “Thank
you. I wasn’t sure if you’d like it.”

“Oh, I do. I love it.” I was still trying
to catch my breath.

“Jesus Christ,”
my father said, picking his fork back up. “It’s good,
but not
that
good. It looked like you were experiencing a moment of euphoria.”

I realized that my father had just witnessed me having
an orgasm. My face flushed and I lowered my head. “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” He took another
bite, looking back and forth between us. “Hey, we’re
going to have some more of that cake for dessert, right?”

“Sure,” Susan said. “That sounds
good.”

While continuing to eat, I slowly used my left hand to
zip up my fly and button my pants.

* * *

A little while later we were all sitting in the living
room. As usual, my father was in his chair with a stack of papers in
his lap and Susan and I were sharing the couch. The TV was on, but
no one was really watching it. Susan was playing a game on her phone
and I was getting into the first of the new books she’d given
me the night before. We’d been sitting there for about half an
hour when my phone chirped, startling me.

I closed my book around one finger and slipped the
phone from my pocket. I glanced at Susan as I activated the screen,
but she was pretending not to notice. Looking back down at the
display, I saw I had a new text message from her. I opened it up and
read:

U r so beautiful when u come.

Will u let me taste u later?

My heart began racing as I absorbed the message. I
glanced at her again, but she was still pretending to be deeply
involved in some type of puzzle game. She was good at this espionage
stuff. It was truly thrilling, unlike anything I’d ever
experienced before. I peered over at my father, but he was lost in
his own world.

I hit the reply icon and typed Susan back:

Hi there sexy.

I’ll let u taste me if u let me taste u.

I hit send, feeling my pulse quicken as her phone
chirped almost immediately. I turned mine off and tucked it away,
then sat back and waited to see her reaction. I could hear the sound
of her game continue on very faintly, and then after a minute it
stopped. I assumed she was reading the text. Seconds later she
turned off her phone and sat up.

“Anybody want to play Monopoly?” she asked.

My father looked up. “In my day, we played that
at the kitchen table, not on a phone.”

She glared at him. “Your day is pretty much the
same as my day. That’s what I’m talking about, the board
game. I keep seeing it in the linen closet and wanting to play.”

He pursed his lips, scratching at his chin. “That
game can go on way too long. I don’t really have time
tonight.”

“Do you ever?”

“I’d love to play,” I said, before my
father could respond.

Susan looked at me, smiling. “Really?”

“Sure.”

“Why don’t you two play?” he
suggested. “You’ll probably have more fun without me
anyway.”

Well, that was certainly true. “Maybe we can
play in my room, so we don’t disturb you.”

He shrugged, looking back down at his papers. “Why
don’t you play at the kitchen table, where you have room?”

I looked at Susan. “Where would you like to
play?”

“Your room sounds good. It’s nice and
peaceful in there.”

“You were in there last night,” he
complained. “Why don’t you play in the kitchen?”

“Does it matter?” Susan asked.

“I just don’t like the idea of everyone
hiding behind closed doors. What’s wrong with the kitchen?”

Susan looked at me. “Nothing, I guess. Did you
really want to play?”

I really didn’t. I just wanted to slip away with
her. But the kitchen wasn’t exactly the ideal spot for it.
“It’s up to you.”

“Why don’t we give it a try. We don’t
have to finish if it takes too long.”

I nodded and stood up, setting my book on the coffee
table. “Alright.”

She went down the hall to get the game and I entered
the kitchen, pouring us each a glass of iced tea. When she returned
with the game she set it down and gave me a quick little kiss on the
mouth. “Sorry,” she whispered. “I should have
thought of something better.”

“It’s okay,” I assured her. “Let’s
just set it up.”

We set the game up and each took a bunch of fake money.
Then we chose our game pieces and put them any old place on the
board. It was obvious we weren’t really going to play. Susan
found the dice and gave them a roll, cheering aloud for double sixes.

“Get ready,” I told her. “I’m
in the mood to win.”

“Is that so.” She was sitting directly
beside me, and she took a moment to lean over and put an arm around
my shoulders. “Guess what I’m in the mood for?”
she whispered.

I leaned toward her and answered her question with a
kiss. We scooted very close together and held hands as we made out
at the table. Every minute or two one of us would reach over and
roll the dice in case my father was listening, but otherwise we
became lost in each other, our mouths working feverishly as we shared
our affection.

After a while, Susan finally broke the kiss. “I
want you, baby,” she whispered in my ear.

“I want you, too. But I’m not sure how to
pull it off.”

She kissed me again. “You promised me a taste.”

“I know. I want to taste you, too.”

“I don’t want to wait any more. It’s
all I can think about.”

I smiled naughtily and reached over the to board,
grabbing her game piece. Then I tossed it to the floor, beneath the
table. “While you’re down there, feel free to help
yourself to whatever you want.”

She grinned and covered her mouth to stifle a giggle.
She was out of her chair in no time, climbing under the table in
search of her little dog. While she was retrieving it, I unbuttoned
my pants again and slid down the zipper. I worked them a little
lower, exposing as much of my panties as I could without actually
pulling them down. Then I felt her hand in my lap, helping. Her
sweet little fingers tugged my panties aside and I could feel her
breath on my sensitive skin. Then I felt her lips kissing my inner
thigh and I felt a rush of arousal.

“Oh, Susan,” I whispered. I reached down
and tangled my fingers in her soft hair. I wanted to look down and
watch what she was doing, but I was afraid my father might walk in.
If I caught his eye just as he came through the door, it would at
least give Susan a chance to pull her head out of my lap before he
realized precisely what she was doing.

Between my legs, I could feel Susan’s mouth move
closer to my sex. Her long, silky hair was brushing against my soft
skin and tickling me. I could hear the faint sounds of her heavy
breathing as she pressed her lips to mine and gave me a gentle kiss.
It sent shivers of heat through me, and I could feel my clitoris
stiffen as her lips brushed against it.

I moaned, unable to help myself. I wished so badly
that we were in my room, together in my bed and away from my father.
I wanted to taste her at the very same time she was tasting me. I
reminded myself that we were on the verge of becoming lovers now, and
would have plenty of time to do whatever we wanted later on; right
now I had to concentrate on enjoying the moment.

I leaned my head back as I felt Susan’s tongue
slide between my folds. She seemed to be teasing me just a little,
and I liked it. I also realized that it was her first time with a
woman, and that she was probably nervous and excited, and having to
hide beneath the table like that seemed terribly unfair. It almost
made me wish we’d waited for this. Then she found my clitoris
with her tongue and I was immediately glad we hadn’t.

I gasped, reaching one hand up to my breast. I slipped
it inside my shirt and bra and began rolling one nipple between my
fingers as Susan continued to glide her tongue around and around my
swollen nub. I had already been aroused, and with her under the
table on her knees licking me like that, it caused me to become
almost desperate for release. My second orgasm of the evening while
seated at the kitchen table roared down on me, and I squirmed around
in my seat, squeezing my thighs together against Susan’s head.
I felt her press further into me and then I was coming in her mouth
and whimpering, doing my best to stay as quiet as possible. The legs
of my chair slid back partially, making a loud scraping sound against
the floor, and Susan quickly scampered out from beneath the table
with her little dog pawn.

“Everything okay in there?” my father
called from the other room.

“Everything’s fine,” I answered
shakily. I was still trembling with the aftereffects of my climax.

I smiled at Susan as she emerged from under the table.
I tugged my pants up and fastened them as she stood, and then she was
right there, smothering my mouth with hers in a heated kiss. I
tasted myself on her lips and it got me excited all over again.

“God, you’re delicious!” she
whispered.

“I’m glad you think so.”

“I do.”

“Good. But I
want to taste
you
now.”

She nodded and sat down. After glancing toward the
doorway and sensing that it was safe, she grabbed the dice and gave
them a roll. “Ha ha,” she said loud enough for my father
to hear. “That’s my property. You owe me $340.”

“I’d pay more than triple that for a taste
of you,” I whispered.

Susan giggled and began hiking up her dress. She was
wearing another light-weight summer affair, this time in gold. She
rolled the dice again as I slid off my chair and grabbed my pawn.
Then I was under the table, preparing myself for one of the most
exciting moments of my life so far; my first real taste of Susan.

I got on my knees before her and slid my head up and
under her dress. It was so exhilarating I could feel myself starting
to grow wet again. I ran my tongue along her soft, smooth thighs and
peppered them with little kisses as I grew closer to her center. I
could smell her desire and it filled me with such longing that I was
unable to restrain myself and tease her as I had planned; I lifted my
head and found her pubic mound, pressing my mouth to her glistening
sex and moaning softly.

Susan whimpered and slid down in her chair. I could
feel one of her hands grab hold of my hair and pull it roughly as I
slipped my tongue between her sweet lips. The taste of her filled my
mouth and I almost came again. Then she was pressing my face against
her and breathing so heavily I could feel her rising and falling
against me.

I worked my tongue in deeper, sliding it as far into
her as I could. Then I reached up with one hand and began rubbing
her swollen bud with my finger, causing her to gasp aloud and pull my
hair even harder.

“You two okay?” my father called suddenly.

“Fine,” Susan blurted. I could hear the
dice roll above my head as I slid my tongue from her and began
licking her up and down, gathering her juices and swallowing them
down. A moment later I moved my hand away and sucked her clitoris
between my lips. Susan slid down further in her chair, moaning, and
I quickly began dancing my tongue over her.

Within seconds, I could tell she was about to come.
Her whole body tensed up and she pressed heavily into my face,
gripping the back of my head with one hand as her feet came up off
the floor. Her orgasm came in a series of pulses that I could feel
in my mouth as I held myself against her, helping her along. She
groaned, a little too loudly, and then almost squealed as her climax
peaked.