Stepmom’s Provocation Leads to Forbidden, Forced Sex

At first, it looked like it was going to be a proper shit day.

As usual, I had a massive row with my dad this morning. For three days, I’ve been telling him I’d rather walk barefoot through hell than join him on some stupid hiking trip, so don’t even bother asking. And he just calmly responds with his usual paternal authority rubbish. I told him I was fucking nineteen, but he just shut me down, saying If I wanted to rent a car tonight, I had to come along, and that was that. He even added that it was time for me to bond with his new wife instead of endlessly bickering.

What’s left. So I went.

My father knows how much I hate her. You can insist that no step-mother is perfect, but Regina is a piece of fucking, stupid work. She’s an arrogant, cocky bitch that got nothing but a complete idiot’s soup in her head. With her angelic face and perfect body permanently rubbing my nose in.

But the worst part is, that bitch loves to tease me. She looks so innocent in those short shorts of hers with her big but firm and round ass peeking out. In a minidress where I know the colour of her tiny panties within five minutes, or in a thin sheer shirt without a bra, where her hard nipples shine through so brightly that she could very well be topless.

I get a boner in her presence all the time, and the bitch knows it.

To show my goodwill, I put on a new pair of lightweight canvas shorts and an outdoor t-shirt my father recently bought me, along with a pair of sturdy tracking shoes. Throw in a baseball cap and my old but favorite pair of sunglasses and I was ready to go.

I hadn’t seen Regina yet that morning and was hoping for a truce. Just how futile my hope was became apparent as soon as I saw her coming down the stairs. She was wearing a size too small denim shorts that cut into her ass and completely exposed her two perfect butt cheeks. The worst part was the top she chose. Besides being completely inappropriate for hiking, I knew right away that I was gearing up for a nonstop parade of utter bollocks! It was a miniature, transparent white t-shirt with no bra, and as she descended the stairs, her big hard nipples bobbed under the t-shirt along with her. The only question was whether her giant breasts would fall out of her plunging neckline, or if she would rather raise her arms and the thin white fabric would billow out to offer me a complete upview of her exposed breasts. As it turned out, I could look forward to a combination of both.

That’s when I got hard for the first time. And it was more than clear that it would be far from the last.

I groaned inwardly and forced myself to look away. I also turned my back on her, so as not to give her the satisfaction of looking at my throbbing bulge in my crotch. Understandably, too late.

The car ride was already unbearable. My father was in a wonderful mood and cracking jokes, Regina was giggling, and I couldn’t help but stare from the back seat at her full breasts only fleetingly covered by the see through white cloth, the belt she was belted with between them not only divided her breasts considerably but accentuated them, the short t-shirt lifted up so that one nipple partially peeked out.

I confess I had my hand in my pocket the whole way, my hard cock clenched and it took all my self-control, not to rub it. Literally every second I had the urge to simply jerk off, but it couldn’t be done without her seeing me. I didn’t care, but I wasn’t going to embarrass myself in front of my father like that.

Finally, my old man parked the car and I hoped that the road up would be nice and wide and we could all three walk side by side and the only view I would enjoy would be the fragrant woods and the mountains stretching upwards.

This, of course, did not happen.

Not only was the path narrow and rather steep, my father, as the head of the family, insisted on going first, followed by his whore, and me last, so that if his little lady should slip or stumble, I would gallantly catch her and keep her from falling.

It took exactly two minutes before Regina offered me a view of her firm, large breasts in their full glory. She held on to various handholds or branches practically the whole way up, and she might as well have taken that bit of cloth off. The fact that she had no hint of underwear under those tastelessly small shorts was obvious to me the first time I saw her from below.

And so began the torturous journey upstairs, where the only things I smelled were not pine cones and grass and trees, but her soft spicy perfume and most importantly her cunt. The sensual smell rubbed against my nose, as if my erection was not already uncomfortable and almost painful enough. And instead of a breathtaking view down into the valley or up to the towering peaks, all I could perceive were her full breasts and then her practically naked ass. An incredibly cruelly sculptured body that I will never have.

After about an hour of hiking, when my blue balls must have basically turned purple and I could have painted her breasts and ass from memory in minute detail, my father stopped, saying his leg hurt.

What did he expect, he’s about to turn fifty and he’s been hanging around like a young man to impress his young slut.

I was about to lean against the rock next to Dad and wait until he was better when Regina suggested that we could walk on alone and he would catch up. Before I could say anything, Dad enthusiastically agreed and she was already climbing back up. With a sigh, I started after her.

The hooker proceeded to chat with me casually, as if it was no big deal.

She asked about school. In her normal, almost bored voice, she asked if I was still dating Nina, her nearly naked ass puckering as she did so, and I’d practically gotten used to her naked, jiggling breasts from the overhead, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t still hard.

I think I could have withstood it. I could have sworn right here that my plan, even with the inescapable erection, was to climb all the way up and then come back down nicely, be a good boy, and then I would have jerked off over porn for the rest of the day until I got the frustration out of me sufficiently.

But she just pushed it too far.

We were long out of sight as well as out of earshot of my father, who simply sat down, took off his shoes, and stared off into the distance and the clouds above.

Once we had climbed all the way to the top, a platform about eight by eight meters awaited us. Regina asked me for water and I took off my pack and handed her the bottle.

And the nasty, sneaky bitch just took a sip and squeezed the rest of the water onto her already gauzy short white shirt, which was now wet and her stiff dark nipples stood out in all their full glory. She leaned back against the rock, narrowed her eyes as if she didn’t know I was staring at her lustfully, and boredly blurted out that it was her father’s birthday in two weeks and she would need help planning a party for him.

I’d had enough.

“Shut up, bitch,” I said angrily.

She looked at me in surprise and yelped in shock, the half empty water bottle falling out of her hand.

I stood there, shorts down at my ankles, offering her a prime view of my firm erection. She squealed, but we were far enough away my father couldn’t hear us. At the moment, it’s just between her and me.

“Take off your clothes,” I ordered and she started yelling something about dirty brats at me.

“I said shut up, cunt,” I told her, not moving. She pulled back, her eyes looking really scared, she wasn’t playing it. That made me quite pleased. She instinctively hugged herself, hiding her wet breasts from my gaze, but it was too late for that.

“I’m going to tell you something now, you filth,” I continued. “You’re about to take off what little you’re wearing and kneel nicely at my feet. Then you’re going to take my cock in your mouth and suck it deep, I want to feel it pushing deep in your throat…”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

I ignored her and kept talking, all the while jerking my cock slowly. Not much, I just couldn’t wait any longer, she was going to do the major job.

“You disrupt me one more time and you’ll have to explain to Daddy that you fell and had a bad trip.”

“He won’t believe it!” Now she stood there hunched over, her challenging gaze and seductive pose gone, replaced by this terrified little girl trying to hide in her own arms.

“If you don’t want to pack your bags tonight and leave again with the same bare ass you came in with, you’ll do as I say,” I kept jerking off, staring at her with contempt. “I’ll tell my dad you’re shagging the neighbour, I’ve already edited the photos in Photoshop, just make ready to send them off to him. So what? You’re going to trade one blow job that costs you nothing at all for a cushy one with my stupid dad? Why the sudden embarrassment, I won’t see anything you didn’t shove up my nose all the way up here.”

She paused, looked downward. She was probably wondering if she was going to be able to escape me, and I winced.

“That’s enough,” I yelled at her. “Come on, my boner is hard and ready for you. Before I count to ten I want you completely bare and kneeling, my cock in your fucking, filhty mouth.”

She whimpered.

Regina staggered and then, reluctantly, removed her shirt and her huge perfect breasts finally peeked out at me in all their glory, undisturbed by any needless piece of clothing. She did the same with her shorts. I was right of course, she wasn’t wearing any panties.

She was completely shaved, which I expected. She had a piercing on her clit.

She was casually, humbly approaching me completely naked and it was even more exciting than her provocative, lascivious, challenging exposure she had indulged me with on the way here.

She knelt down.

I let go of my hard cock and offered it to her.

She looked up at me from below, my dong practically touching her gorgeous face. There was anger in her eyes.

“You sick little bastard,” she said before taking the whole thing into her mouth and sucking deeply. Oh, boy, she knew what she was doing.

I looked down at her, her firm big tits touching me at the knees, her nipples rubbing against me involuntarily, but her tits were so big she couldn’t help it. Best of all though was the sight of her beautiful, symmetrical, well-groomed face with her mouth wide open, my cock all but disappeared between her plumped lips.

I grabbed her hair.

She was blonde, that hair was soft and supple, my hand on the top of her head set the pace at which she sucked my hard cock, going back and forth.

It didn’t take long. She teased me for over two bloody hours today. She’d been taunting me for practically two and a half years, the busty, nasty bitch, and this was what she got for it. Without warning, I cum in her mouth, holding her head with both hands so she couldn’t flinch. I’m cumming, fucking her parted face and she’s choking under my hands, struggling, trying to say something, which of course she can’t do with her mouth full.

Then I let her go.

I’m finally relieved. Relaxed, empty-balled and satisfied, I stare at her as she kneels at my feet and tries to cry, only she’s not very good at it. I can tell she didn’t expect me to do this. She thought she’d tease me, tantalize me, turn my blue balls into crimson ones. But she miscalculated.

She reached for her shorts to get dressed and I ripped the piece of cloth out of her hand and threw it away.

“What’s the rush,” I say, smiling at her.

I was still horny. I needed it again. It was a good blow job and I was desperately craving a good shag too.

I instructed her to lie on her back. She knows what I’m up to. She stands there, naked, busty and sweaty, and slaps me.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” I snap, shoving her and she falls on her back.

I lie down on top of her.

“I want you to look me in the eye the whole time,” I say. I spread her legs with my knees and shove it in. It slides in beautifully. You can say what she likes, she’s just an aroused slut pretending something bad is happening to her that she doesn’t want. I see the truth. I feel it too.

“If you keep your eyes on me, untilI cum, we’ll come down nicely, shoulder by shoulder, and it’ll all be over. If you don’t, if you keep shutting them, staring somewhere above me, trust me, I’m going to enjoy you here before you see my stupid pops again. Now nod that you do understand.”

Meanwhile, I move in, slide inside her, and finally, for the first time, touch her big breasts. I knead them, flick the nipple with my thumb, and then suck that nipple into my mouth, all the while not taking my eyes off hers, and she slowly dares to blink. She likes it, I can tell. She narrowed her eyes and couldn’t help adjusting her hips to my rhythm.

I’m fucking Regina, fucking the dirty slut my father married. I fuck that cunt and play with her big fake tits, they’re soft and yielding, her nipples scratching my palm.

Her eyes are greyish blue, scared and a little watery. Nose up, lips parted and I can only guess if she’s about to scold me or start moaning excitedly. She didn’t, but I didn’t expect her to. That wasn’t my point. I grabbed her by the knees, lifted her big ass, kneeling down I rammed it in even deeper, and at that angle I was offered a beautiful view of her wet ravished cunt with my cock sliding in it and her clit with the piercing that had a tiny diamond, probably the real deal.

This time I squirted like I was being paid to do it. The waves of semen, the eruptions of cum took no end. First I spurted it into her and then my cock slipped out and I covered her belly and breasts with my hot cum.

Then I rolled off, barely catching my breath.

I lay there for a while before my cell phone started ringing.

I found it in my backpack, with Dad lit up on the screen. I took the call, forced myself into a calm, annoyed voice that wouldn’t be suspicious to him, and when asked how we were doing, I told him we’d passed the peak properly and would be heading back in no time.

I looked at her. She pulled a roll of toilet paper from my backpack and with a disgusted expression, she was getting rid of the sticky buildup of my frustration and desire I left on her lustful body.

I smiled at her.

I gave her time to get dressed. You can be sure that on the way down, she did her best not to let her shirt move again and thrust her naked breasts out at me.

“So how did you enjoy yourselves,” my moronic father greeted us with a smile.

“Yeah.” I replied, “Sorry I didn’t want to go in the first place. It was really worth it.”

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