Clark Comes Home

Fiction. Stepmom/stepson.

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"What do you mean he dropped out?!"

Alex asked.

His wife Veronica sighed.

"He was failing a couple of classes and told me he changed his mind," she explained.

She poured herself a glass of red wine. She had just been let go from her secretary job four days ago. (because she refused to go along with her boss's sexual advances).

Veronica hadn't told anyone yet. Not her husband or even her close friends.

They sat in the living room as they ate some bread and drank some wine.

Veronica's parents were from Italy, so she cooked whenever she could. However, tonight she didn't feel like it.

Alex snuggled closer to his hot young wife.

Her soft beautiful skin, black hair, and big breasts reminded him of the porn star, Autumn Falls.

Except in Alex's opinion, Veronica was hotter.

He lowered his head and rubbed it between her breasts. She was wearing a white cardigan with a low cut red blouse tonight.

Veronica gasped as she felt some wine spill on her shirt. "Darling, look what you did!" she exclaimed. Set the glass on the nearby glass endtable. Alex pulled away. He blushed bashfully. "Sorry, sweetheart. I'll buy you another better blouse," he offered.

Veronica picked up the remote and switched the channel to House Hunters: International.

She loved binge-watching it sometimes.

"Let's have sex," Alex suggested.

Veronica turned the volume up. "I'm not in the mood. Besides, your son will be here any minute."

Not even 10 minutes later, Alex's 22-yr.-old son Clark arrived. He gave both of his parents quick hugs then they sat down to catch up.

"I know, I stopped by at the last minute. I'm sorry," Clark said, staring mostly at his dad.

Veronica gulped down more wine quickly.

Alex had wanted a romantic evening with her, but then earlier that afternoon, Clark had called her.

For a while, no one in the room spoke.

Alex tried his best to hide his anger and disappointment, but soon he criticized his son.

"After I paid for your schooling, you quit? What kind of man does that?! I didn't raise a quitter," Alex scolded venomously. Clark cringed.

Veronica glanced over at them from the next wine she was pouring into her glass.

"Darling, don't be so mean!" she blurted out.

"He did his best. Maybe college isn't for everyone."

Clark gave her a faint smile. She smiled back. Not sure if the alcohol was really affecting her or not, but she suddenly looked at Clark in a different way. Had he always had such big muscles? He looked more handsome than the last time she'd seen him. Probably a new haircut.

Alex calmed down a little, but just a little.

"I'm so...so disappointed in you," he said.

There was a moment of suffocating silence as the other two let the words fully sink in.

Hurriedly, Clark stood up.

"Maybe me crashing here was an awful idea then," Clark replied. Made his way towards the front door. Veronica shot her husband a look of contempt. Alex shrugged. Drank some wine.

Veronica went after him and stopped him at his black car. "No, please stay. Your father loves you; he's just a bit upset," she pleaded.

Clark stared into her beautiful brown eyes.

What a lucky man his father was.

"I know, let's go drive around...and talk. By the time we get back, your father might have calmed down," she quickly improvised.

She was lonely and didn't feel like being around Alex right now. Clark rubbed his chin.

"Okay," he agreed.

They stepped into his car and drove off.

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After driving aimlessly for awhile, Clark decided to park at a nearby Wendy's parking lot. In case they got hungry.

He rubbed his hand through his wavy blonde hair. Suddenly felt self-conscious.

He'd thought his stepmom was sexy since he was 18. When were they alone together last?

Clark couldn't even remember.

Veronica sensed his anxiety and placed a hand on his knee.

"Don't be so nervous," she said softly. Clark got instantly hard. Her voice was so sexy and he really loved the rose scent of her perfume.

His eyes drifted down to ogle her big boobs.

Couldn't help it, they were right there!

Veronica felt her face heat up. A part of her liked this. Didn't want to just stare at him anymore, so soon she leaned over and kissed him. Clark froze, but didn't pull away or say no.

After she pulled away, Clark grinned.

He quickly lowered his pants. Veronica laughed a bit. "Don't tell your father," she said.

He nodded. She lowered her head into his lap.

Swirled her tongue around the tip. Slowly, to tease him. Then she fit more of him into her mouth. Clark let out a sigh. Felt her hair for a while. He'd feel guilty later.

Just then, his phone rang. They glanced at each other, but a few seconds later, Veronica kept going.

"You're so hot," Clark moaned.

She went as deep as she could. It wasn't long before she started gagging a bit. Clark smiled. A few tears fell down her face. She kept going.

He closed his eyes and just enjoyed it.

Maybe he'd tell his friends later.

He felt her soft breasts rub against his thighs-they felt so amazing!

"I love you so much," Clark said.

He pushed her head down in a moment of profound ecstasy.

Then he let out a breath as he came.

Gripped her hair a bit more firmly.

Afterwards, he started to zip up his pants.

Checked his phone. 4 missed calls from his father. Veronica fixed her hair and her make up as Clark called Alex back and spoke to him.

The call didn't last too long.

He sighed as he hung up.

"We should get back," Clark suggested.

Veronica felt disappointment seize her.

She thought about Alex more during the ride home. Would he still be up when they got there? Was Alex drunk?

They found Alex snoring, spread out on a white couch. He was fast asleep.

Clark gave Veronica a sly look.

"I have a few condoms in my car," he mentioned. She sighed. What a rush she had felt, but to do it again?! What if they got caught?

They disappeared into Clark's bedroom. He made sure to close the door. Furious passionate making out ensued, hands poking and probing all over each others' bodies.

Soon they were both naked.

Clark took in her beautiful curvaceous body.

Not too fat nor too skinny. Just right, to him.

They did doggy style while Veronica grabbed onto the headboard with her manicured fingers. Clark thrusted slowly at first, but then soon his thrusts were faster. Then faster.

The bed started shaking and creaking under their weight.

She bit her bottom lip, but couldn't stop herself from moaning repeatedly. He just felt so good!

Clark smiled when he heard her lovely moans.

He reached out, on a whim, and slapped her ass. She seemed to love it though she flinched. He did it a few more times then stopped when he thought he heard footsteps from the other room. Veronica let out a breath. This was the hottest sex she'd had in awhile.

Clark waited a few seconds, trying to think clearly but it was very difficult when his big cock was throbbing so much.

When the door didn't open, the pair kept going. Clark massaged and squeezed her breasts with his hands. Switched positions. He kissed along down her neck-and then below her stomach. Now Veronica was breathing a bit harder and clutching his hair firmly as he explored her with his tongue. Her hips trembled slightly. He kept going; occasionally glancing up at the beautiful faces of ecstasy she would make. Then, she came.

Clark grinned proudly as he stared at her, twitching still slightly. Laid down beside her. Kissed her forehead.

"That was great," Clark said.

"Yeah," Veronica agreed. Slightly out of breath.

Veronica stared up at the ceiling. The reality of what-and who- she did hit her finally.

But she tried not to worry too much.

She'd probably do it again.