Shame On Sarah Page 2

  What in the hell is wrong with you?

  Chris unlocked the door and they stepped inside. The room was small and musty, with two cheap double beds that looked buggy. There was a dusty half-chest of drawers, and a small closet stripped of its hangers. Sarah sighed.

  "You've got road dust on your rear, Sarah."

  Sarah swiped at it, and looked over her shoulder at him inquiringly. Chris shook his head.

  "You want me...?"

  Sarah hesitated, and then nodded. Chris gently brushed her bottom, one hand momentarily cupping her right cheek and giving it a slight squeeze. It was almost imperceptible, but not quite. She was too surprised to say anything.

  He just copped a feel on me...

  "There," he said. "All better."

  Hardly, she thought.

  The bathroom was a few feet away, and promised an escape from this madness. Sarah took a step toward it and winced again. Chris gripped her upper arm, casually brushing her breast, and steered her toward the bed. There was no question about this boob-graze, and gooseflesh broke out on Sarah's arms.

  "Sit down," Chris said softly. "I wanna look at those feet."

  "They're fine," Sarah said, pulling free.

  "C'mon, I'm not going to hurt you."

  "Why would I think that?"

  "Sarah, would you please sit down?"

  He was acting more like her father than her stepson, and Sarah was momentarily nonplussed. She really didn't want to sit on the bed, but there was no chair in the room.

  "Maybe we should do it in the bathroom."

  "Sarah," he said firmly.

  She sat on the edge and adjusted her skirt on her thighs. Chris knelt before her and removed her shoes. He held her feet gently but firmly, and something tingled through her calves and up her legs. The sensation reached her coochie, and she felt the traitorous orifice quiver and then seep. She squirmed. His face was two feet away from her crotch. There was no way he could not smell her.

  "You've got a couple of nice blisters," he said, looking up at her. "Wait here."

  He went into the bathroom.

  Sarah knew she should stand up and put a stop to this right now. Her own stepson, a boy she had known since he was twelve, was actually trying to seduce her. She was shocked by his audacity, but she couldn't deny her own feelings, either. It was obvious he found her attractive and she was perversely pleased by it.

  Sarah tried to slow her breathing and was unable. She heard water running in the sink, and then flowing hollowly into a plastic receptacle. He returned a moment later with the room's ice bucket, a washcloth, and a bar of motel soap.

  "What're you doing?" she whispered.

  "Washing your feet."

  "That's not necessary," she murmured.

  "Sure it is."

  His touch was warm and gentle. The washcloth was slick and soapy. She winced, and then gasped with pain as he popped the blisters and cleaned them. He massaged her toes... ohhhh she was heaven. He massaged her arches... ahhhhh the sensation was sublime. She closed her eyes and sighed. But when he inched his hands up her calves, her eyes snapped open and she pulled away reflexively. He stared at her, smiling faintly.

  "Stop playing hard to get. I can smell your cunt."

  Having her worries stated so brutally gave her a shock.

  "Chris!" she gasped, standing up.

  He slid his hands up her legs and grasped her bottom beneath her skirt, pressing his face against the material. She was rooted to the spot in stunned amazement. He inhaled deeply as he squeezed her cheeks, his touch wantonly delicious, and a dozen different emotions collided inside her as she stood there and trembled.

  "You smell good, Sarah."

  "Stop it right now!" she said, pushing his head away.

  Her heart pounded, her legs shivered, and her face was flushed and sweaty. Chris stared at her for a moment, and then shook his head.

  "You don't mean it."

  He stood up slowly, eyes never leaving hers. Now that she wasn't wearing her heels, they were the same height. He inhaled again -- deeply and with relish.

  "Lordy, Sarah. You must really be wet."

  Sarah stared at his crotch. His erection strained against his shorts, the bulge clearly outlined against the material. It wasn't huge, but it was still bigger than Frank's, and she instinctively licked her lips. A small wet spot suddenly appeared where the knob was pressed, and he smiled at her.

  Uttering a small moan, Sarah fled into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She heard him laugh.

  Sarah sat on the toilet, trembling, fighting back her tears. His steady, implacable advances both scared and excited her at the same time. She knew he was strong enough to just take her if he wanted, and a demon inside her secretly wished that he would. Her pussy leaked and shivered between her legs, and she reflexively slipped a hand beneath her skirt and rubbed the juicy mound through her panties. A thrillingly naughty jolt seared through her and she moaned, her body shuddering from a minigasm.

  "Sarah?"

  She jumped, panting loudly, her body still trembling. She could literally hear his heavy breathing through the locked door.

  "Go away!"

  He chuckled. "What's the matter? Don't want me watching you play with yourself?"

  Sarah instantly jerked her hand away. Juice seeped through her panties and dripped into the toilet bowl. She squirmed.

  "That's disgusting, Chris."

  "I'm playing with myself," he said softly. "Oh, Lord, it feels good. I wish you were doing it."

  Sarah palmed her ears and squeezed her eyes shut.

  "Stop it!"

  "My cock is so hard for you, Sarah. It wants your stinking cunt so baaaddd."

  Her renegade slit drooled over his dirty talk. She shook her head and burst into tears.

  "I've wanted you since I was twelve years old, Sarah. I jerk off thinking about you all the time."

  "I don't want to hear it!"

  "What's the problem? We're not related. And frankly, you're not really my stepmom anymore anyway."

  "The divorce isn't final!"

  "I don't give a shit. Why do you?"

  "I'm not coming out!"

  He laughed again. "What're you gonna do, Sarah? Spend the whole night in there? Maybe sleep in the bathtub?"

  "If I have to!"

  Chris sighed. "Whatever, Sarah. You're too old to be playing these games, and I don't have the patience. I'm gonna jack off and get some sleep."

  His tone sounded just like Frank's whenever he wasn't getting his way, and anger abruptly attacked her fear. Chris was her stepson, for God's sake, not some lecherous stranger she couldn't control. It was high time she reasserted her authority over him. He was a child, nothing more.

  Sarah slammed the door open and confronted him. Chris sat on the bed closest to the door, his naked body gleaming with perspiration. His ropy muscles writhed and twisted as he stared at her and stroked himself. His shaft throbbed and glistened, coated with pre-cum, the heart-shaped glans drooling steadily. His hand made slick, slippery sounds as he pulled his pole, and her pussy gaped open demandingly.

  "Get out of here," she said, staring at him.

  "Like hell. I paid for the room."

  "Then I'm leaving."

  Chris sighed. "Just give me a minute, Sarah. I'm almost done. Go back into the bathroom if you don't want to watch. Play with yourself some more."

  "You rotten little bastard," Sarah whispered.

  But she made no move toward the door. Instead, she walked over and sat down on the bed opposite him. They stared at each other defiantly. His fisted hand continued to pump, and he started gasping.

  Sarah reached out and pulled his hand from his cock before he could finish.

  "Not so fast," she said coldly. "I know how to play games, too."

  It was time to teach this arrogant, depraved little boy a lesson in manners. Sarah lifted her hips, reached beneath her skirt, and slipped her saturated panties down her long, lean legs. Chris stared, eyes nar
rowed, cock twitching like a dead deer leg on the roadside. He tilted his head, trying to see up her skirt, and Sarah smiled viciously. She rolled backward, pulled her skirt past her waist, and planted her feet on the bed.

  "Like what you see?"

  Chris gaped, eyes wide. Sarah's beaver was blanketed with thick wiry curls, and glistened wetly like a rose in the rain. Her petals gleamed luxuriously in the dim light, and quivered when she caressed them. Her clitty was an engorged muscular nub that pulsed rhythmically with her arousal, exposed now as she pulled back its hood with her fingers. Nectar streamed from her depths and stained the bedspread. Chris groaned, grasping his cock and tugging.

  Sarah played with her lips and clitty as she watched Chris stroke his shaft, bolts of forbidden pleasure wracking her body. She thought about what a perverted slut she'd become as she toyed with her gash in front of her son and then slipped two fingers inside. Chris gasped as he stared, and then began jerking his cock in earnest.

  "That's it, little boy," she whispered. "You like it when Mommy plays with her pussy?"

  "Fuck yeah," he breathed.

  "You're going to cum, aren't you?"

  "Fuck yes," he hissed.

  "Me, too," Sarah gasped.

  She spread her legs wide, fingered her clitty, and convulsed violently with a libidinous crotch-humping grunt. Gasping, she continued to rub, driving sharp nails through her nerve-jangled loins. She wailed, writhed, and squirted again.

  Chris groaned gutturally, and a hot milky stream jetted from his cock. The lumpy wad sailed through the air and splattered moistly on her thigh. He stood up, straining and stroking, and another stream powered from his spasming slit, and then a third and a fourth, the last one landing gooily in her drenched pubic hair. Sarah dragged her fingers through the dripping splooge on her mons and climaxed again with a squeal of delight.

  Chris stood by his bed, gasping for breath, cock still hard and pulsing. A long drizzly string hung from his pisshole. He took a step toward her, but Sarah held up her hand.

  "This can't go any further, Chris."

  "I want you to touch me, Sarah."

  Sarah stared at his twitching, throbbing penis, at the pearly runner swinging from its knob, and shook her head adamantly.

  "It's wrong and you know it."

  Chris sucked in a long breath. "I know you want to, Sarah. What if we play another game?"

  Sarah sat up on the edge of her bed. "No more games."

  "This one's pretty innocent."

  Oh, I doubt that, Sarah thought. Nevertheless, she was indecently curious.

  "What're you talking about?"

  "We'll stand back-to-back. You give me a reach-around. I've done this with a couple of buddies in the dorm."

  Sarah was shocked. "You've jacked off other guys?"

  Chris chuckled at her expression. "Just to relieve some stress now and then. It's not so bad when you can't see the other person, and it feels damn good."

  Sarah wondered if that's all he did with those other guys, but didn't want to picture it. And then, she felt like a hypocrite. After all, it wasn't like she hadn't done a little experimenting when she was a teen.

  Sarah was intrigued. Chris was right about one thing -- she wouldn't really see what she was doing to him. And the thought of actually stroking his juicy cock did hold a deliciously vulgar appeal.

  "I'm not taking my clothes off," Sarah said firmly, standing up.

  "I didn't ask you to."

  Sarah stared at him for a long moment, running her eyes up and down his body. She twirled her fingers, and Chris turned around.

  They stood back-to-back between the two beds. To tell the truth, it seemed a little weird, and Sarah giggled. She closed her mouth quickly -- laughter in this situation might be mistaken for hysteria. She reached around him tentatively, sucked in her breath when he took her hand, and then gasped loudly when he placed her hand on his penis. He stiffened, and then moaned softly.

  The throbbing muscle was slippery and hot, greased with semen and sweat. Her fingers brushed his knob, and the puling runner clung to them. She stroked him hesitantly, heart pounding wildly, exploring his length and girth, feeling his big vein pulsing forcefully in her palm. She imagined him doing this to another boy, and became so aroused by the thought that her head swam.

  Chris grunted wantonly, thrusting his hips.

  "You like this, little boy?" Sarah purred. "You like Momma touching your cock?"

  "Ahhhh Sarah," he croaked. "Fuck yeahhh..."

  Sarah thumbed his knob, sliming her fingertips with his lube. She caressed his prepuce, tugging on that tiny roll of wrinkled skin, and he hissed his pleasure. She stroked him firmly down to his base, and he guided her hand to his balls. She cupped them gently and squeezed, marveling over their firm, tight weight. She could only picture what he looked like, but she felt his ass trembling against hers, and heard his heavy, hitched breathing filling the fetid silence.

  And then, his arm slid slyly around her waist.

  Sarah watched saucer-eyed as his dancing fingers searched for the sodden mound hidden beneath her skirt. Heart pounding so painfully she almost fainted, she guided his hand below her hemline --

  And then, realization struck her like a slap on the face, and she was so consumed by self-loathing and raw regret that she burst into tears.

  Sarah wrenched herself free and sat down on the bed, holding her face in her hands. She heard Chris sigh angrily and turn around. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared up at him.

  "I'm so sorry, Chris!"

  Chris stepped between her legs, his cock throbbing only inches away, and forced her legs apart.

  "Oh for Chrissakes, Sarah. Knock it off!"

  Sarah was completely caught off-guard by his demeanor. She had expected some tenderness for her tears, or empathy at the very least, not this frigid, hard response to what she knew was the right thing to do. She abruptly tried to wriggle away, but Chris grabbed her ankles and flipped her over on her stomach.

  "Let me go!" she shouted.

  Chris laughed.

  "I mean it!" she shouted.

  "I do, too," he whispered, and jerked her skirt up around her waist, baring her bottom to his angry stare.

  "No!" she shouted.

  "I'll teach you to be a cock tease," he said coldly.

  Sarah immediately realized what he intended, and her struggles turned frantic. He held her down effortlessly and laughed again.

  "Don't you dare!" she yelled.

  "Gimme a break."

  The sound of his open hand striking her round white bottom was a pistol shot in the small room, shocking her into stunned immobility. Her son had just spanked her, and she couldn't believe it. Her flesh immediately stung and that's when she writhed.

  "No!" she shrieked.

  Spank!

  Sarah felt blood rush into her ass cheeks. Chris fondled her bottom lecherously and rubbed his cock against her thigh.

  "That's nice," he whispered.

  "God damn you!" she wailed.

  "Don't you dare talk back, young lady," Chris said, and brought his hand down hard.

  SMACK!

  Sarah howled. "You're hurting me!"

  SMACK!

  "This hurts me more than it does you," Chris said, and laughed.

  SMACK!

  Sarah sobbed. "I'll tell your father!"

  SMACK!

  "No you won't."

  Sarah twisted and squirmed, sobbing openly, but her struggles only weakened her. She gasped for breath as humiliation drowned whatever other emotion she might have felt. She listened to Chris' heavy breathing and felt his cock drizzling on her skin. He fondled and rubbed her bouncing rump, squeezing and clutching her pliable flesh. Right when she thought he had finished this horrible degradation --

  SMACK!

  Sarah wailed, reliving the discipline her father had administered when she was just a girl. She remembered his hardness pressing through his pants as he bent her across his lap and delivered his ster
n punishment. She remembered the fear of his grunting presence and the righteous finality of his callused hand -- and she remembered how much she had secretly grown to like it.

  SMACK!

  Her pussy flexed violently as she pressed her tear-stained face into the mattress. A delicious bolt of lewdness shot through her body as she pictured her naked quivering bottom upturned and reddened in the dim lamplight. Sarah's beautiful ass stung with a pain that was quickly turning sweet, and her desperate gasps for breath were now excited.

  SMACK!

  "Yes," she whispered, feeling her cunt yawn open.

  "What'd you say, you naughty girl?"

  "Yes!"

  "That's what I thought," Chris said, and this time he softened the stroke.

  Spank!

  Sarah moaned, her pussy squirting, her ass stinging.

  "Are you going to be a cocktease anymore?" Chris demanded.

  "No!"

  Spank!

  "You'll treat Daddy like a good girl should?"

  "Oooo, yessss!"

  "All right, then."

  Chris rolled off the bed. He flipped her over and unceremoniously jerked her pelvis to his, spreading her legs and standing between them. He held her firmly, and Sarah trembled at the ferocity on his face. He rubbed his throbbing, jizz-slimed prick up and down against her wet, sloppy slit, producing shuddering tremors of pleasure that surged through her bowels. Her heart hammered when the swollen knob brushed her clitty.

  Her stepson fell across her and kissed her savagely, grinding his pelvis on hers. His tongue slipped between her lips, and Sarah growled deep in the back of her throat. It had been so long since she'd been kissed like this, and she reveled in the intensity.

  Her rioting hormones screamed with joy as he attacked her cheeks and her nose and her neck, his chest crushed against her tits and his cock nestled in her bush. Her arms slid around his shoulders and squeezed, his vertebrae popping loudly.

  "I love you, Sarah," he breathed, pulling back for a moment and staring at her.