“You all right there, Paul?” Dad asked, giving me a strange look.
“Mm-hm,” I nodded, reaching for my glass of water and taking a large gulp.
Dad picked his fork back up. “What about you, son, how’s everything going for you? You alright bein’ back at home after your first year of college?”
“Yeah, it’s not too bad,” I said. In fact, I had been dreading it, but I couldn’t have predicted the situation I found myself in now. It was more than I could have asked for.
“That’s good, then,” my father said around a mouth full of food. “I know my first summer back was shit. It’s absolute hell to come back to all this after you’ve been out on your own. I know your poor stepmother must be bored to death sitting around this place all day.”
“Not really, dear, I have plenty to do, and Paul’s been helping me out a lot.” I glanced up to see Pamela send a quick wink my way. Thank goodness my mouth was empty because I would have choked all over again.
“Well as long as you two are keeping busy somehow, I won’t feel so bad about being at work all the time.”
If only he knew.
When we were done eating, Dad and Pamela headed upstairs, leaving me to clean up the kitchen. There were so many thoughts running through my mind. How long could we keep this up? What would happen when I went back to school? Would Pamela find someone else to satisfy her in my absence? I was sure she would – there was no way she would go eight months with no nipple stimulation just to wait for me. No, I was sure she would find someone else to help her.
As well she should. It’s not like we should have been doing this anyway… I shook my head, stopping my thoughts before they went any further. The summer was still young, and I intended to enjoy every minute of it. Everything else could wait.
Once I finished putting everything away I headed to my room, thinking I might turn in early for the night. As I walked down the upstairs hallway I heard noises coming from my parents’ room: small thuds and groaning. Curious, I tiptoed over to their door and saw that it was slightly ajar. Peering through the crack, I could see two figures moving on top of the bed.
Normally this would be an exciting thing for any guy – who wouldn’t enjoy seeing their stepmother get fucked? – but I had heard how Pamela cried out when she was writhing in pleasure, and this didn’t sound anything like it. If anything, I mostly heard the animalistic grunting noises of my father as he pounded into her pussy, presumably staying far away from her tits. I felt sorry for Pamela at that moment, that she had to suffer through sex like that, and get nothing from it.
My cock had failed to stir in my pants, so I decided I might as well head to bed like I planned.
I woke up a few hours later with something warm and fluffy pressing against my face. Confused, I turned my head to see Pamela on her hands and knees above me.
“Pam, what are you…?”
“I’m sorry, Paul,” she said, a sad and needy look in her eyes. “I tried to just go back to sleep, but I couldn’t – you know what it was like in there, I could see you standing in the doorway – and I just need… I just need…”