In Bed With Step Mom After The Beach – Justine Jakobs – Family Therapy – Alex Adams

Title: “Stepping Out of Line”

The sun had just begun to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, as I found myself stretched out on the sandy beach, exhausted from a long day of swimming and tanning. The waves lapped gently at the shore, their rhythm almost hypnotic. I closed my eyes, letting the warm breeze wash over me, when suddenly, I felt a presence looming over me.

“I thought I’d find you here,” a familiar female voice purred. I turned my head to see Step-mom Justine struggling to keep her voluptuous curves concealed beneath an skimpy bikini. Her ample breasts threatened to spill out of the flimsy fabric at any moment. With a wink, she spread her towel next to mine, lowering herself onto it with an exaggerated sigh.

For a moment, we lay there in silence, basking in the fading warmth of the sun. But there was an undeniable tension between us, a subtext simmering beneath the surface. It had started subtly, with her walking around the house in nothing but a robe, or “accidentally” brushing up against me in the kitchen. But lately, her flirtations had grown bolder, more brazen.

Justine rolled onto her side, propping her head up on one hand. “You know, I’ve always admired your physique,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “The way your muscles ripple beneath your skin…”

I felt a flush creeping up my neck, but I refused to rise to the bait. “Justine, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice strained. “You’re my step-mother.”

She laughed, a throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. “And what’s your point, exactly? I’m not related to you by blood. And I’ve seen the way you look at me, the longing in your eyes…”

With a swift movement, she swung a leg over my hips, straddling me. Her breasts were mere inches from my face, the scent of her perfume intoxicating. “I want you,” she whispered, her breath hot on my ear. “I’ve wanted you for so long. Tell me you feel the same way.”

I tried to resist, to cling to some semblance of propriety. But as her hands roamed over my chest, her nails scraping deliciously against my skin, I felt my resolve crumbling. “Justine, we can’t,” I protested weakly, even as my body betrayed me, growing hard beneath her.

She grinned, a wicked glint in her eye. “Oh, but we can,” she purred, grinding her hips against mine. “And we will.”

With sudden urgency, she tore at my swim trunks, freeing my erection. Then, with a slow, tortuous movement, she rose up and sank down onto me, her wet heat enveloping me completely. I gasped, the sensation almost too intense to bear.

Justine began to move, her hips rolling in a sensual rhythm that drove me wild. Each thrust seemed to reach deeper than the last, the thin material of her swimsuit no barrier against my need. Her breasts bounced invitingly as she rode me, an enticing invitation.

Unable to resist any longer, I reached up and grabbed them, squeezing the soft flesh roughly. She moaned, a sound that was swallowed by the gentle crashing of the waves. Encouraged, I rubbed my thumb against her stiffened nipples, eliciting another soft gasp.

As we moved together, our bodies intertwined, I felt a rush of sensation unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It was wrong, forbidden, but it felt so right. This was different from any fumbling teenage encounter, more raw and primal.

Justine begun to quicken her pace, her movements becoming more urgent as she chased her pleasure. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, lost in her own Little Death. With a final cry, she came, her walls clenching around me as I poured myself into her.

For a long moment, we simply lay there, basking in the afterglow. The sun had almost set, the last golden rays melting into the horizon. But neither of us cared. We had our own private universe now, one we had created just for ourselves.

As we dressed and made our way back to the house, it was as though a terrible mistake had never happened. As if the only proof of our tryst lay in the satisfied ache between my legs, and the way Justine couldn’t quite meet my eye.

But I knew the truth. This was just the beginning, the first step on a dark and twisted path that would lead us to ruin. And yet, as we passed through the door and into the safety of our home, I couldn’t help but smile.

For I knew that once was never enough. That we were only getting started.