A Job Well Done

The following story is based loosely on an event that happened to the author at the age of nineteen. The names have been changed to protect the persons involved.

Being raised by my paternal grandparents, my parents having divorced when I was an infant, meant my childhood was different to my school friends but overall I was happy and loved.

My father and I had a relationship of sorts but I was never really close to him, my mother had decided she didn't need me in her new life so my relationship with her was none existent, but when he told me he was planning to get married for a second time I was intrigued to meet my future stepmother, not that I would ever call her that.

Now when you think of the archetypal stepmother you think of the miserable woman who resents her partners children and is decidedly meaner towards them than any offspring she may have. Sharon, my fathers bride to be, could not have been further from this character than could be imagined. The two things that surprised me most about her were the fact she was stunningly beautiful, my father was definitely punching above his weight, and at twenty eight years old she was only fourteen years older than me.

The wedding was a small affair, the bride totally dominating the day with her elegance and beauty, and my father and his new lady soon settled into domestic bliss.

My relationship with Sharon grew steadily over the following years to the point where I spent a lot more time at my fathers house than I had in the preceding years, a fact that pleased my father, I didn't have the heart to tell him it was predominantly to be closer to his wife.

For my eighteenth birthday my father threw me a small party, at my request, but the definite highlight was a kiss from my stepmother, the smell of her perfume staying with me for days.

I began working in a local record store, music being a huge passion of mine, and I soon met and began dating a girl called Wendy, at nineteen she was slightly older than me and in the bedroom that extra year seemed obvious. Wendy and I explored many sexual activities, time that would hold me in good stead for years to come.

With my attention being mostly focused on Wendy, my time spent with Sharon diminished slightly, much to her annoyance. A fact I'd missed until she mentioned it one morning over breakfast.

"Have you fallen out with me?" she asked quietly.

I looked her in her big brown eyes "Never. Why would you think that?" I asked curiously.

Sharon held my gaze "Well we don't spend much time together anymore and with your father always being at work I was starting to think it was something I'd done?"

I walked around the kitchen table and hugged Sharon tightly, the feeling of her in my arms sending a warm sensation to my groin "Don't be silly, you know you're my favourite stepmom in the whole world" I giggled.

Sharon hugged me back "And you're my favourite stepson" she laughed.

For the next few weeks I made an effort to spend more time with Sharon, noticing there was definitely a tension between her and my father that hadn't been obvious before.

Probably due to my relationship with Wendy and our exploratory fun, I started to take more notice of just how incredible Sharon was as a woman. I'd always thought of her as beautiful, her long black hair always seeming to glisten, her brown eyes mesmerising, but now I saw that her figure was not disimilar to Wendy who was half her age. Sharons breasts were definitely larger, Wendys were a 34E according to her bra I'd often helped discard, and I wondered what her nipples were like. Seeing Sharon in shorts, her legs smooth and taut, had often resulted in me having to excuse myself to release the pressure in my lower half.

With the passing of my nineteenth birthday, my relationship with Wendy had come to an end due in part to me prefering to spend time with my stepmother, the division between my parents had turned into a trial seperation resulting in Sharon moving into a two bedroom rented apartment. The day she left I was devastated and angry at my father for letting this amazing lady leave. He continued to work as if nothing had changed, I found out much later that he had been seeing a colleague at work hence him not being upset at Sharon leaving.

One morning whilst at work I was surprised to see Sharon enter the shop. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans, black boots, a tight grey T-shirt, leather biker jacket and her hair was held back in a ponytail, a small amount of make-up highlighting her natural beauty.

"Hey stranger" she said approaching the counter "How's things?"

I smiled, soaking in the presence of such beauty "I'm really good thanks. How's things with you?"

Sharon and I chatted for a while until a disapproving look from my boss signalled it was time for me to go back to work.

"If you get a chance feel free to pop round to mine, I have a few jobs you could help me with"

I watched the sway of Sharons hips as I promised I would definitely pop round to give her a hand.

Two days later I made true on my promise and found myself knocking on the front door to Sharons apartment. She welcomed me with a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. Again my eyes focused on her sway as I followed her into her home, her fantastic bum clad in a pair of old tracksuit bottoms, a yellow vest top covering her ample boobs.

"What jobs do you need doing?" I asked.

Sharon pointed out a couple of ceilings she needed painting and some wallpaper she needed removing so I quickly got to work with a scraper. It took us a couple of hours to remove the old wallpaper then bag up all the rubbish by which time we were both sweating and covered in dust. We had chatted pretty much none stop whilst we worked, Sharon surprised to hear that Wendy was no longer my girlfriend, and it felt good to spend some quality time with her again.

I agreed to return the following day to start on the painting and left with another hug from my former stepmom.

It was just after eight in the morning when I knocked on Sharons door and I was shocked when she answered in a black towelling robe, her hair turbaned up beneath a white towel "Morning early bird" she said hugging me with one arm, her left arm holding her robe together.

I glanced down willing for the robe to open and was treated to a great view of Sharons right thigh. "Morning" I replied.

I made my way into the kitchen and switched the kettle on, Sharon excusing herself as to get dressed. I thought briefly about asking if she needed a hand but cowardly declined.

When she reappeared the towel had been replaced by an old baseball cap, her hair pulled through the back part into a fairly loose ponytail, her robe discarded in favour of an Aerosmith tee and a pair of bright red jogging bottoms.

"Bloody hell they're bright" I said motioning towards her legs.

"These are my clown pants" she laughed "Now come here and give me a proper hug"

I didn't need asking twice and wrapped my arms tightly around her waist pulling her closer than was probably expected. Without thought I kissed her lightly on the lips, quickly letting go and apologising "Sorry" I said "Its habit from greeting Wendy"

Sharon looked slightly taken aback "Erm it's okay just a little bit unexpected"

I apologised again and set about making us a brew. The ceilings were a relatively quick job, I did spot Sharon seemingly watching me closely, and I was soon ready for leaving.

"How much do I owe you?" she asked as I finished washing my hands.

I turned towards her "Nothing at all" I replied.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes of course I'm sure. Why on earth would you think I wanted paying for helping you out?"

Sharon blushed "I guess I just expected you'd want paying"

I smiled "Well I had a brew and a hug, I reckon that just about covers the cost"

"Don't forget the kiss too" Sharon laughed.

It was my turn to blush "Yeah sorry about that."

Sharon walked towards me and put her arms around my neck, the kiss that followed was not a lapse in focus. Her tongue worked its way into my mouth, my arms reaching around her back pulling her close, and our mouths pressed firmly together, her soft lips feeling unlike anything I'd experienced before. It may have lasted a minute, it could quite as easily have been ten, but I knew my relationship with Sharon had now changed forever.

"That was incredible" I said as our heads moved apart.

Sharon smiled, her dark eyes containing a wickedness I'd never seen before "I'm glad you enjoyed it"

"It was incredible" I stammered.

Sharon laughed "Yes you did say it was"

"Can we do it again?" I asked.

No further words were needed as once again our lips met. I felt Sharons hands move down across my back, a surge of electricity flowing across my skin as our passion increased. I was lost in a world of fantasy and knew that I wanted more. I slowly moved my right hand around to Sharons left breast, cupping it tentatively through the material, fully expecting a quick rebuttal, but to my astonishment it was met with a sharp intake of breath then a sigh. My courage grew as my hand lowered then raised again, this time underneath her shirt. The rough lace of her bra felt wonderful, the heat in our kiss volcanic, the hardness in my boxers growing. Swifter than I'd ever managed before I unclasped her bra with a single move then quickly grabbed a tight hold of her untethered boob, her nipple solid in my palm. When Sharon reached into my underwear I knew my fantasy was actually a reality. Her small hand closed firmly around my engorged shaft and slowly began to move up and down. It was my turn to sigh deeply. Controlling myself had never been an issue, Wendy and I had experimented many times to assist in this, but this was different. This was my ultimate fantasy woman holding my hardness, I had to ensure it wasn't over too quickly. I slid my hand into the waistband of the clown trousers and beyond. My fingers brushed hair before finding the most sacred of places. The wetness was inviting and I was never going to refuse. Two fingers entered into Sharon easily, her nails digging into my shaft painfully yet pleasurable, her breath shallowing as she bit my bottom lip. Her trousers were removed, her small white panties discarded, in a flash as my tongue sort out her swollen clit. I pressed down on her pubis bone as she opened up to my exploring tongue, her initial orgasm ripping through her as I combined my fingers inside her with my teeth gently nibbling her hard bud. The next few minutes were a blur as clothes were torn off and I watched in awe as Sharon took my length deep into her throat. She gagged as her held her head down, her warm breath and saliva a pleasure unlike any other, her eyes watering as I finally relented and let her breath again. With a force that shocked me Sharon pushed me onto my back and lowered herself onto me. I watched enthralled as my rod of flesh disappeared into her dripping pussy, her lips tightly gripping me. Sharon rode me like a woman possessed, her huge tits bouncing, her screams becoming louder with every orgasm. Sensing my own release approaching I turned her over and as she was almost settled on all fours I rammed into her. My grunt of desire was matched only by Sharons scream of shock, two noises that together increased our lust. Pounding her from behind my orgasm arrived rapidly like a bolt of lightening, my life force filling her willing receptacle. We laid together on the floor, our bodily fluids mixing, as we caught our breath. No words were needed between us. The moment had no set ending as it had had no set beginning and I knew that this had been a thing that would never happen again. I let the whole incident wash over me savouring each precious second I remained alongside this amazing creature. Sharon turned to me and gently put her hand to my face

"Thank you" she said "That was definitely a job well done"