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The sun is high above your head, blazing down in sweat inducing waves over your slightly sticky skin. Wind warm as the breeze shifts the trees around you gently fluttering your dress as it passes. The faint sound of birds chirping fills your ears along with your low hum. Topped off with the far off rumble of the lawn mower in the distance.
Bare knees pressed into the cool fluffy dirt while your hands dutifully pick the various peppers, tomatoes, and herbs from your garden to place into the basket at your side. Itโs quaint, relaxation washing over you. Your heirloom tomatoes look gorgeous this year. It makes you smile, seeing your hard work flourish like this. You started this garden a few months after moving in with your now husband. And while heโs never complimented it he still eats what you make with it so thatโs something.
While you sit in your own corner of the world you fail to notice eyes on you, specifically two downturned blue eyes belonging to Dennis, your stepson.
Also not privy to the way those said eyes catch on the way your dress dances in the wind. The back lifting up and showing off the slightest peek at your panties underneath. He was the one maneuvering the lawn mower, offering to do it the moment he heard that you were going to be outside for the afternoon.
Taking in your semi-erotic position as you lean forward on your hands and knees to tug a rather stubborn pepper from its vine. Licking his lips he wipes the sweat from his forehead with the hem of his shirt before stalking over. You only notice his presence when the warm ray of sun is no longer heating your back. Confused you turn your head face almost pressing into his crotch at how close he is. You swallow a lump suddenly caught in your throat, dragging your eyes up the plane of his body. Until youโre stopping at his eyes. Which are staring down at you, upturned with a soft smile on his face.
โAh, Dennis, hello I didnโt..see you there.โ You give a smile of your own, feeling your heart rate speed up at his too intense gaze.
โHey mom I saw you though, quite a bit actually.โ Giving you a casual shrug as he crouches down beside you. His eyes drifting to your prized plants. โWhatโwhat are you talking about?โ
Ignoring your question he lifts a hand and runs it over your rosemary plant. โWhats this one?โ Stunned for a moment because heโs never this..normal around you. Trying to ignore the disappointment that washes over you at the fact that heโs actually behaving himself for once. Usually heโll walk up behind and grope you, whispering dirty things into your ear no stepson should ever say to their stepmother. What were you expecting? nothingโ you shouldn't be expecting anything, thatโs wrong, disgusting even. Heโs your husband's son even if you are technically younger than him, lines need to be drawn clearly and strictly. Mind circling back around, you realize nobody has ever actually asked about your garden before. You feel a small cloud of satisfaction swell up in your chest.
โOhโ thatโs rosemary, I usually dry it to make it into seasonings.โ You give him a bright smile, eyes lighting up the moment you talk about your pride and joy.
He smiles back lopsided and sweet, but it doesnโt . . it doesnโt quite reach his eyes. Not in the way that heโs not happy but almost as if heโs thinking of something else, irises absent. Before you can question it heโs pointing to another plant scooting closer to you.
โThatโs mint, the leaves actually taste nice stand alone. But I usually put it in our lemonade or desserts.โ He hums, shoulder now brushing yours. And you hate the way it makes your arm burn with the contact nerves shooting through you making your body tense.
It continues on, Dennis inquiring on each herb and vegetable variation. And you gleefully explaining the uses and flavor profiles. It was nice, calm and polite. Like an actual bond was forming between the two of you. One not built on lust and lingering stares although regretfully, you wouldnโt mind a relationship like that.
Until itโs all flipping on itโs head because in Dennisโs slow advance towards you he was only exercising his ulterior motives.
While Dennis was happy to see that pretty smile on your face he really couldnโt care less about the vegetables you went on about. Not able to focus on anything except the way you look bent over in the grass completely unaware that you were giving him a show. Mind continuously flashing to images of you in that same sundress. Skirt hiked up around your waist while he has his way with you. How your face would look pinched by pleasure sunlight glowing over your smooth skin.
The thought makes him twitch.
As you go on about the different types of tomatoes he nods along. Hand coming up to rest on your lower back softly. It makes you stutter over your words and he gives you a look somewhere between smug and joyful. Lips quirking for only a moment before turning back into that small smile he harbored before.
โA-and the uhm..yeah heirlooms are my favorite. Theyโre..โ His hand moves lower, finding the band of your panties from over your dress. Fingers toying with it as you talk.
โTheyโre what?โ He drags the last word out, like youโre wasting his time.
You swallow looking away from him to focus your attention on something else. Anything else, the dirt in front of you, the fluffy white clouds in the sky, the paneling on the side of the house even. Anything to keep you from focusing on the burning heat of his hand. Your palms grow tacky, breathing uneven and your tongue repeatedly wets your lips. A heavy guilt begins to settle in the pit of your stomach.
He notices but doesnโt say anything. Soft eyes looking over you, Dennis knows you feel his stare. Knows you like it even if you try to deny. He can feel the way your body twitches with the lightest skim of his fingers. Heโs not even touching you properly, just a mere swipe over your dress. Middle finger dragging over the waist band of your underwear following the seam to one side of your waist then back to the other. Thoroughly enjoying the way it gets you breathless. Then heโs noticing the way your thighs press together from where you kneel on the ground. And he knows heโs got you.
โTheyโre known for their sweetness..you know when ripe.โ He purses his lips and nods slowly, eyes drifting behind you staring blatantly at your ass.
โSweetness huh?โ He says absentmindedly palm moving down to cup your ass, giving it a light squeeze, nails digging into your flesh. Even though you knew it was coming it still made you whimper so low it was barely audible. He heard it though, eyes flickering to your face before a small smile breaks his lips and heโs back to staring at your ass. Swallowing harshly you try to calm your nerves that seem to be setting on fire. From the man beside you whoโs holding a candle to your steadily withering resolve.
โUhm..yeah Dennis youโโ Youโre cut off when he drops his hand lower bunching the skirt of your dress up in his hand. Lifting the material to expose the cotton of your panties and the curve of your ass. The sun immediately warms your skin but it still doesnโt burn you the way his touch does. โI like blue, these are pretty on you.โ he says it simply as if heโs chatting about the weather.
Your chest is suddenly too small for your heart feeling like itโll beat right out of your chest, each pump sending blood rushing to your ears. Having less than the capacity to respond you donโt, words feeling foreign on your tongue. Like a name you canโt quite place or a song you only know the melody to, always on the tip but never enough to be spoken.
He maneuvers onto his knees turning to you, leaning in a little closer. Lips brushing your cheek in an all too sweet kiss. โYouโre so pretty mom.โ Breathing the words across your warmed skin. Hand still palming over your ass fingers occasionally slipping past the seam of your panties just to come out again and continue his caressing. Dennis feels his cock twitch, โLook at youโ, he thinks. Letting him do this. Too shy to do anything about it, itโs so obvious you want him. Heโs just giving you what you want, yeah, what you need and are too scared to admit.
The way youโre leaning into his touch gives him all the answers he needs. The plush of your ass is so soft and smooth, his hand gliding over it so easily. But of course it is, you always take such good care of yourself. The times heโs peeked in on you showering you were always meticulous with your body care. Scrubs, lotion, body washes the whole nine yards. Now he can properly feel the fruits of your labor in his hands, every squeeze filling him with a sick elation.
That..word, the one youโve repeatedly told him not to use when referring to you because it feels so wrong, illicit even. The way he says it, the way it slinks from between his pretty lips like an innuendo you donโt get. Always putting you on edge. You feel the steady pool of slick wet your panties and you whimper, from shame or at how good all of this feels? you couldnโt say. You should stop him, you need to stop him but you canโt. Fingers digging into the front of your dress to ground yourself. Hating the way each brush he gives turns you inside out. Has your cunt fluttering around nothing and your mind growing fuzzy with need. Need for a man you have no business doing anything of the sort with. The guilt churns with the arousal in your gut only heightening your sensitivity in a nauseating arousal.
With one hand on your ass the other moves to your knee, sliding up the front of your dress gently pushing your hands away and dancing over your thigh.
Silently picking up the hem and shoving it in your hands so you can hold it up, without objection. You do.
โYknow I always thought your garden was pretty too.โ Not entirely a lie. โNot like you though, youโre prettier.โ Every word sends a puff of air across your face. Heโs practically panting on you, spilling compliments into your ears while he gropes at you.
Pretty, he uses it often when referring to you. The word is sweet yes, but he utters it like itโs a joke only he is privy to the details of. Itโs such a juvenile way to call someone beautiful and you think he knows that.
Again you say nothing, opting to sit still staring straight ahead attempting to find a course of action โEven as he noses up your cheekโ. To deal with this situation, then the realization hits you like a slap to the face. Youโre outside, out in the open with his hands up your dress letting him feel you up. Granted you have a more than tall fence surrounding your property, your husband's property. His fatherโs property, what are you doing? you need to stop him, stop this.
โDennis.โ You call as firm as you can which isnโt much at all, gathering the strength needed to turn your head to finally look at him. God you shouldnโt have done that. The moment you turn you register the fact that his nose is brushing yours. His pretty blue eyes low gazing at you like youโre the most beautiful thing heโs ever seen. And to an extent you are, a wet dream come true. His lips parted and cheeks flushed from a mix of the sun and the situation. โHm?โ His eyes immediately dropping to your lips.
โYou..Youโre being inappropriate.โ
โI am?โ He sounds heartbroken.
โโฆYou know you are, weโ weโre outside.โ
โSo youโd let me touch you if we were inside?โ
โWhat? noโ no. You shouldnโt be doing..this.โ You gesture to his hands but again make no attempt to move them.
He simply looks at you then back down to where his right hand disappears under the front of your dress. Moving it further to cradle your cunt over your panties.
โI shouldnโt?โ
Fingers suddenly pressing right in the middle finding the warmth of the wet patch that sits there.
โThen why are you letting me?โ
โIโIโm not I just..โ You have no rebuttal, no argument because heโs right. Youโre letting him.
โBut..mom, youโre wet.โ He says it so laxly as if he was making the most simplistic of statements.
โI know you feel it.โ
You shudder, the small amount of stimulation makes your hand not holding your dress, reach out to grab at his wrist with a gasp. Eyes widening and still staring at him, heโs not staring at you though. Still focused on the way his fingers graze over your covered slit, how your thighs automatically part for him despite your objections.
โDeโDennis.โ
โYes maโam?โ His midwestern drawl sneaks out.
His head moves in, he tilts it as if to kiss you. But he doesnโt, he just holds himself there, brushing his lips against yours giving you the ghost of a peck while he sweeps his fingers over you. Catching on your aching clit through the cotton, your words die on your tongue again, he seems to have a knack for that. Making the act of articulating yourself especially difficult. Youโre usually such a well spoken woman.
One of the reasons his dad fell for you actually.
Itโs a shame youโre so easily taken apart by a few simple touches. He thought itโd be harder.
With his face that close you arenโt sure what to focus on, his eyes are too intense. The breath fanning over your lips too warm, his too pretty lashes fluttering at you. A sickening mix of anxiety and enlivenment twisting in your chest. And heโs two steps away from kissing you out here, in the open. Where his father could come out any moment. Not like he cares though, heโd actually prefer it that way.
Then heโs closing the gap, lips pressing to yours in a way that regretfully, makes you melt. You donโt kiss back at first you let him sloppily caress your mouth with his. Let his tongue glide over the seam of your lips, grappling with what the best moral course of action is right now.
As if that even matters anymore.
Due to your hesitation Dennis grows frustrated, so youโll let him touch you but not kiss him? Annoyance floods through him and he huffs. Pulling back, eyes set on you, expression no longer one of want and now swimming with frustration and maybe sadness. Before you can speak however heโs pulling his right hand away much to your dismay. Grabbing your arm and pulling you forward so he then has room for both of his hands to slide the fabric of your panties down your hips. Not bothering to tug them past your knees.
โYou can be so mean sometimes..โ โWhat dโโ His fingers now in full contact with your cunt glide through your drenched folds. Tapping his fingers against your hole, the small contact audible due to the amount of slick pooling there.
โYouโre this wet but you wonโt kiss me back, thatโs so unfair mom..โ He pulls his fingers up showing you the strings of your arousal that web between his digits, smearing the mess on your cheek meanly. Before immediately dropping back down to continue his ministrations. The act is no less than shocking but he doesnโt give you any time to dwell on it.
Whining your hands fly into the dirt in front of you. Pulling yourself forward unintentionally arching your back. Panting as his touches fill your lower tummy with heat. The way these light caresses take you apart bit by bit makes you feel dirty. Itโs a bit hypocritical to think like that, youโre younger than him. Heโs older and should know better than to do something like this. This situation almost feels like youโre the one corrupting this man when itโs entirely the opposite. The power imbalance completely reversed. He leans down, nosing up your neck pressing soft kisses to the skin there panting hotly over you. His cock painfully strains against his shorts. Twitching at every noise you make, leaking into his underwear, he feels like he could cum just like this. His hands on you, taking you in such a shamelessly intimate way.
โBetโ bet youโd let me fuck you out here.โ He groans.
You perk up at that โNo!โ He sighs, pulling back to look at you. โYou can be such aโa bitch sometimes you know?โ His sweet shy tone melting down into something snarky, rude even but the words have a drawl to them. Like heโs whining at you but he smiles all the same. The swear youโre not used to hearing on his lips sounding foreign in his voice. โYou tease me..โ
Just then he pushes two fingers inside you, ripping a keening moan from your throat. Fingers digging into the earth as you jolt. The pads of his fingers immediately begin to stroke you from the inside. Feeling over the walls of your pussy as you begin to grind back on him in a pornographic display of need. You're basically riding his fingers, the sun on your back. Dirt caked under your nails and your eyes screwed shut. โThen youโ you let me touch you like this.โ His fingers speed up and your hips rock unconsciously with the motions.
โWhen you so obviously want it..I know you do. Actinโ like this..like me calling you mom doesnโt turn you on.โ Heโs rambling, words slurring together, his forehead resting on your shoulder.
Morals be damned you thought, itโs too far gone now. The internal reflection is spurred on by the fact that when your eyes do open again. Dennis has his free hand wrapped around his cock, jerking himself off while his eyes stay trained on the way you take his fingers.
Definitely too far gone.
When did he even do that? you have no idea. He mustโve switched hands, the left one stuffing his fingers in you while the right holds his shaft. Stroking over it while he moans lowly.
โYouโre so wet, are you turned on..whatโs got you like this mom? wanna tell me?โ With your eyes trained on his movements you notice his head picking up. And you follow it making eye contact with the man. You shake your head, not wanting to say it out loud.
โAre youโ ah..feeling shy? you shouldnโtโ He fucks his fingers deeper and you hiccup. โLook at youโฆ my momโs the prettiest in the whole world.โ He leans in licking up your cheek wetly, tasting the smear of slick he rubbed on you earlier. โMโnot your momโฆโ you mutter. And he whines his palm speeding up on himself, his fingers pressing down into his sensitive slit spreading the precum gathered there all over his hand. His fingers inside you falter as he focuses on his own pleasure. Hips thrusting into his own hand chasing his impending release.
He lets out a noise half laugh half moan. โYouโre right.. youโre justโ shit โ a clueless little...โ The spiral of pleasure inside him begins to build, making him trail off. It sends hot sparks of sensitivity though him. And he whimpers, eyes staying on you through it. His words make you bite back a whine trying to focus your gaze on his.
โCโmere please..โ He mewls, almost a plea. The look on his face tells you heโs getting closer. You turn as best you can, feeling his fingers slip out of you. That hand coming to grip your thigh harshly. Trying to maneuver you how he wants though itโs difficult with his insistent movements. So he huffs, and shoves you backwards. You canโt quite catch yourself landing on your back with a dull thud, the panties around your knees restricting your mobility. He then quickly crawls between your thighs. All the while still pumping his cock, the way heโs looking at you turns you on way more than it should. Heโs wet, the precum drooling from his tip in long strings go everywhere each time he brings his fist from base to head.
He rushes to tug your dress up holding it in his hand that rests on your stomach, jerking himself off above you. The pressure hurts a bit but you could care less. Whines freely flourish from his parted lips, heโs got a smile on his face, like heโs delirious with this..with you.
โLetting meโ ngh..cum on you? thatโs dirty mom, donโt youโhahโth-think so?โ Itโs broken up as he stammers out the words right before he comes undone.
โOhโ mโgonna.. gonna cum mommaโฆ!โ He whines highly, lashline filling with crystaline tears.
That smile melts into a pleasant grimace as he gives a particularly loud sob hips stuttering in the air as he spills all over the front of your pussy, his cum soaking into the curled hair on your pubic bone. Coating your lower tummy as well, warm sticky ropes of white shoot from his cock and he shakes with the intensity of it. Gasping out your name along with a few choice words through sniffles. There's a lot of it too, spilling and spilling until youโre a thorough mess. His spend sliding down and you shudder as it drips over your slit.
The pool on your tummy drips down your sides and into the grass on either side of you. He pants looking down at you, leaning down quickly to capture your lips in a desperate kiss. This time, you kiss back moving your lips against his tentatively. Smiling into it he takes his cum covered hand and tenderly holds your cheek. Licking his tongue over your lips. Sliding it into your mouth to press to yours while he tucks himself away fixing his belt and helping you up to sit with him. Itโs messy, his spit and yours mixing and threatening to seep out from the corner of your mouths.
He pulls away, to breathe a moment. Chest heaving from the exertion of his orgasm and the kiss you shared. Face in a mellow contentment of sorts.
Looking you over he swipes a thumb across your face, smearing his cum on your cheek patting it for good measure. You look just wrecked enough to be indicative of the actions that just transpired. Cheeks marked with fluids that are beginning to dry down. Lips parted and kissed swollen, brows still pinched together. No doubt because of your ruined before-it-could begin orgasm and the events that just took place.
Staring back at him with a pitiful plea of an expression. Eyes wide and searching, wanting him to continue, but you donโt say anything. Never utter a single word and for that, despite understanding what it is you need, he simply bites back a grin. Standing on wobbly knees and gazing down at you. Face obscured by the brightness of the sun, his silhouette casting a dark shadow over your crumpled form in the grass.
With a tilt of his head he speaks.
โYou should go get cleaned up mom, youโre pretty messy. AndโฆI meant what I said you know, about your gardenโ Running his soiled hands over his bottoms.
โItโs beautiful.โ
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