This started when I was fourteen.  I came home to find my dad was in the throws of kicking my mother out.  All her clothes were all over the front lawn where all the neighbors watched what was going on.  My brother and I were left with my father as someone came and helped put all my mother’s things in his car and then they were gone.  I was extremely upset over it.  My older brother kept telling me to get over it.  Turned out he already knew what was happening.

After that my father had a string of women who all wanting to be our mother.  I hated them all.  My mother had gone, and I had no idea where.  Three years of trying to avoid unnecessary hugs from my father’s women, and then my brother left to live with his girlfriend.  It was barely weeks after my brother left when my father brought his latest woman home.  Only she wasn’t like the other women he had previously brought home.  This one was just five years older than me.  I asked my brother if I could move in with them.  They said there was no room as it was a one bed flat, they were in.  I had no option but to stay with my father and his twenty-three-year-old girlfriend. 

I hated it as I would often come home to find them kissing and canoodling in the lounge.  As soon as they saw me, they would go up to their room where even in the lounge I could hear them making love.  Marie my father’s girlfriend was a screamer.  She caused me many an unwanted erection listening to her screams as they made love, as well as when she would lounge around the house with barely a stitch on.  Unlike my girlfriend who was almost flat chested, Marie had a big pair of tits and I had seen plenty of them over the months that she was with us.

Then my exams at school started and it was a stressful time.  Between exams I worried about the future as I had no idea where I was heading and no plans for my future.  I hoped to get into the sixth form but there was no guarantee that I could get the grades required.  The other thing that was happening was things between my father and Marie had cooled somewhat and sex between them had slowed up from what I heard.  The other thing to happen was my father had married her one afternoon at the registry office.  The first I knew of it was when I arrived home from school to be told that Marie was now officially my mother.  I quickly pointed out that she was my stepmother and not my mother.

My exams were coming to an end with just three to go, and they were all subjects I liked, so the stress was lifting.  I got to school in plenty of time for the next exam to be told that I had been moved back four days.  No explanation was given.  What it did do was to give me a free day to do as I pleased.  My girlfriend was still having her exams that day, so I was on my own.  I decided that as it was a nice day, I would take the walk home and collect my stuff and go fishing.

My rods and tackle had been put in the spare room, by brother’s old room that was between my room and my father’s room.  On getting home I went straight to the spare room.  I had no idea where Marie was, and my father was at work.  As I took my tackle from the wardrobe, I heard Marie give out a loud groan followed by her shouting, “yes, just there.”  I had no doubt at all in my mind that she was making love with someone, and it wasn’t my father.  I sat on my brother’s old bed and listened as the banging sounds started, and in between the loud moans I could hear Marie making long Mmmmm sounds. 

Then suddenly I heard voices, and neither were Marie’s.  One was telling the other to hurry up as he wanted a turn with her cunt.  The first one told him that he would just have to wait.  I had a raging boner as I listened to and tried to imagine what exactly was happening in the next room.  The slapping sounds of the person fucking Marie stopped and then a few minutes later restarted.  Between the two men they must have swapped several times before one of them growled as he presumably shot his load.  The second man was back in there, banging away for a few more minutes before he to announced his climax with a loud moan.  Load two I guessed.

I could hear Marie whimpering.  The men were talking about doing other things.  I quietly went to the door and cracked it open just enough to see two complete strangers leave the room and go downstairs and exit the house by the front door.  I crept along to my father’s room where the door was wide open.  Marie looked to be completely naked form where I stood, and still on all fours, with her arse pointing directly at me.  Her pussy was still gaping open from the pounding that she had just received.  It looked quite red and very wet.  I spotted that there was a pile of used condoms on my father’s bedside cabinet.

Marie still hadn’t moved.  My cock was throbbing as if it was ready to burst.  I don’t know why I did it, but I went forward and stroked her gaping pussy making sure that I touched her clitoris.  “I knew you would be back for more Brendon.  Can’t get enough of my pussy, can you?” she asked.  I slid two fingers right in as far as they could possibly go, causing Marie to gasp.   As I started to pump them in and out, I used my other hand to undo my jeans and push my trousers and pants down to my ankles.  Then I was trying to kick my shoes off and walk out of my trousers and pants as I plunged my fingers in and out of Marie’s pussy. 

Eventually they were off, and Marie was now moaning again as my fingers did the walking and my thumb brushed her clitoris.  Marie still hadn’t moved so I climbed onto the bed and lined my cock up with her pussy.  At the last moment I pulled out my fingers, causing Marie to groan with disappointment, just before I sunk my cock deep in Marie’s pussy.  It was extremely wet and nowhere as tight at my girlfriend’s pussy.  Well, it had taken a battering from what I had heard.

Marie was groaning loudly as I started to plunge in and out.  I leant over her as I wanted a feel of her big tits.  I was a little surprised to find that she had nipple rings, something I had only ever seen in magazines or on the internet.  I found that as she was so wet, I was able to fuck her far longer than I ever managed with my girlfriend.  Then Marie was getting even louder as she approached an orgasm and her pussy tightened around my cock.  It suddenly occurred that I wasn’t wearing a condom as I looked at the pile next to us.

I got this amusing thought that if I were to impregnate her the baby would be my stepbrother or sister as well as my son or daughter.  Would it call me brother or daddy?  Then it was too late as Marie pushed back hard and her pussy wrung the cum from my cock.  Afterwards I rolled off Marie and lay next to her.  She looked horrified as she saw that it was me and not Brendon that had just fucked her. 

At first, she was threatening to tell my father that I had raped her.  I asked had Brendon and his mate also raped her, also pointing out to her that it was her that thrust back hard causing me to come inside her.  She didn’t seem to worry about me coming in her pussy, only that I didn’t tell my father about Brendon and his mate.

By this time Marie had turned over and was also laying on her back.  I now had a great view of her big tits and those nipple rings.  I reached over and stroked one.  Marie told me that I shouldn’t but made no effort to either stop me or cover herself up, so I rolled the ring around in my fingers.  As I lay playing, I could feel my cock beginning to stir again.  I rolled onto my side to get a better view of Marie’s tits and nipple rings.  The next thing was I had moved in and sucked one right into my mouth.  Marie just groaned and softly said that we shouldn’t be doing this.  Again, no effort to stop me.

I was soon rock hard again and Marie made only the smallest protest as I pushed her legs apart and got between them.  If she was wet before she was absolutely drenched down there as my cock slid straight in up to my balls.  Marie tried to raise her legs, so I assisted and hauled them up over my shoulders.  I held them up by putting me arms around them and holding onto her wobbly tits as I plunged in and out.

Not only had the minor protests gone but Marie was now telling me not to stop.  I had no intentions of stopping until I had emptied my balls in her pussy again.  Marie’s hands were now on my arse pulling me into her with each thrust and groaning at the resultant sensations that brought.  Then her legs were quivering, and she was yelling at me not to stop.  So much for rape!  Then Marie’s moans just reached a pitch that I had not heard before as her body went tense and her pussy gripped my cock.  That was it I pumped three hard thrusts into her and then let my cum fly. 

I eventually rolled off her and lay in a pool of my own sweat.  Marie had her eyes shut as I reached over and stroked her tits and played with her nipples and rings.  Eventually Marie spoke telling me that what had happened between us could never happen again as she was my stepmother.  Eventually we both got up and dressed.  All thoughts of fishing had long gone as I lounged around the house and watched as Marie changed the bed and put the washing on.  She also disposed of the used condoms.  Then she was hoovering everywhere. 

I had gone from not liking Marie very much to enjoying watching her wiggling her arse around and her tits swaying as she moved in just a few hours.  Marie seemed to be busying herself in housework to avoid any conversations about what had happened or her infidelity with Brendan and his mate. It was around about lunch time when Marie got on all fours with her head in the oven cleaning it.  Her arse was wiggling and her tits swaying as she scrubbed away in the oven.  I couldn’t help it I got another erection and there was just one place to put it.

I opened my trousers and pulled my stiff cock free of my underpants.  Then I was behind Marie who was moaning into the oven as I pulled her dress up and her panties to one side and slid my cock straight in as deep as it gets.  In seconds Marie went from complaining, to thrusting back and telling me not to stop. Not that I was about to stop as I had another load of cum ready for Marie’s pussy.  I managed to hold off long enough for Marie to come again before giving her my cum. 

By this time Marie knew that there was no way we were going to stop fucking each other.  She just asked that I keep her indiscretions with Brendon and mate a secret and that I was careful when I tried to do anything with her.  I agreed. 

That night I heard my father taking his turn with Marie.  I felt jealous that he was screwing her, and it should have been me.  Talk about messed up.  Over the next week or so I fucked Marie whenever I could.  During one of our sessions, I noticed that Marie had a love bite on one of her tits and it wasn’t me that put it there.  That night there was an awful row between Marie and my father.  It became apparent that Marie was still seeing Brendon and possibly his mate as well as my father was demanding to know where she had got the love bite.

I sneaked into my brother’s old room to hear clearer what was going on.  My father seemed furious, and I was worried that he would kick Marie out as he had my mother.  Marie stood her ground and told my father that if he was more of a man she wouldn’t need to get fucked elsewhere.  My father demanded to know who she was sleeping with.  Marie refused and told my father that if he kept on, she would leave him.  My father went quiet and then my father was pleading with Marie not to leave him.  Marie made it clear to my father that she would sleep with who she liked whether he liked it or not.  My father eventually agreed that he would allow it provided she didn’t leave him.  The room went quiet, and I slipped quietly back into my own room. 

My exams were all finished, and I was into the summer holidays.  I had applied for the sixth form and was waiting on my results to see If I was in or needed a job.  I now had loads of time.  My father seemed happy that I was home as he probably thought that it meant that Marie couldn’t see her lover.  Little did he know that he had hardly left his bed for work, and I was in it fucking Marie every morning.  In the seven weeks holiday Marie never once to my knowledge saw anyone else. 

The best times were when I went fishing.  Marie would come with me, and we fucked several times on the riverbank when nobody was around.  I got my results, and they were better than I expected, and I was accepted for the sixth form.  I was barely into the first week of the new year at school when I got home to find a condom floating in the toilet.  Marie had been up to her old tricks.  Not that I could complain as I was fucking her in the hour or so before my father got home. 

During one of our sessions, I again noticed a love bite and added a second one near the first one on her breast.  I half expected another row between my father and Marie.  Instead, I heard them making noisy love a while later.  My father either didn’t see it, most unlikely, or was resigned to living with the fact that Marie was getting it elsewhere.  If only he knew where.  This went on all through my time in the sixth form.  Marie was still getting banged by someone other than my father and I, and I was getting as much as I could from her.  I was now regularly leaving love bites, not only on her tits but also on her thighs when I would go down on her, although that wasn’t very often as I never knew if she had already been fucked that day.  Marie would often give me blow jobs, especially if I wasn’t quite hard enough.

Then I started an apprenticeship, and it was much harder for me to find time to fuck Marie.  On the occasions that we did she still had love bites.  I was now relegated to snatching the odd occasion when I could be alone with Marie.  That unfortunately wasn’t that often.  Over the three years of my apprenticeship, I rarely got to fuck Marie, but my girlfriend supplemented what I did get.

Then as I graduated from my apprenticeship I not only got promoted and extra money, but I also was moved onto night shifts.  My girlfriend broke up with me as she so rarely got to see me now.  I was fairly sure that she was also getting it elsewhere.  As for Marie, once I had got some rest from the nights, we would be banging each other’s brains out.  This went on for almost ten years.

I got promoted again.  It meant that I was back on days.  For the first three months I only managed to get with Marie twice.  I had also now got another girlfriend who I was very keen on.  I booked us a cruise for twenty-one days and was looking forward to fun with my girlfriend in the cabin I had booked.  I had even bought an engagement and was contemplating asking her to marry me.

Just three weeks before we were due to depart my girlfriend suddenly got cold feet and cried off the trip.  She told me that she never wanted to see me again.  To this day I have no idea what had brought this about, but it left me with a cabin for two and nobody to take with me.  I rang all the old girlfriends in my black book, but they were all married, engaged or not interested.  To my amazement Marie said in front of my dad, that she would go with me and sleep in the other bed.

I nearly blew it asking what other bed.  I suddenly cottoned on.  My father said it was a good idea.  He was obviously trying to keep Marie away from her other suitors, little realizing that he had just delivered her into my bed.  Being so close in age and having the same surname everyone thought she was my wife.  Three weeks later we were welcomed onto the ship and shown to our cabin.  After tipping the lad, it was straight down to fucking Marie on the soft bed in the cabin.

For the first few days I was fucking Marie day and night and I could feel my energy sapping with each fuck.  Then we had a stop at a big town that had an equally big port.  I went with Marie into the town and somehow, we got split up.  After two hours of wandering around I returned to the ship.  Marie wasn’t there and having looked at all the places I could on the ship, I saw Marie being dropped off by a large blue car.  I met her in our cabin, and we kissed and I groped her tits.

Marie pushed me away saying that she needed a shower and then something to eat.  After eating we went to a bar where we consumed quite a bit to drink.  Eventually we returned to our room as the ship left the port for our next destination.  As I kissed and undressed Marie I discovered that she had huge love bites on both her tits.  I certainly wasn’t me that put them there.  I asked where she got them, and she joked that she found two nice men that showed her the sights.  It certainly wasn’t the sights of the town.  I felt strange and wrong, but like my father, it was me getting jealous that Marie had been with other men.

I thought that having already being serviced that afternoon she wouldn’t be interested in me fucking her.  Nothing was further from the truth.  Not only did she want me to fuck her but also go down on her well used pussy.  My father might do that, and perhaps even enjoy it, but it wasn’t for me to suck someone else’s cum from her pussy.  I did however fuck her sloppy fanny and add to its contents.

A few evenings later at a dance after dinner, Marie had struck up in conversation with another couple just a little older that herself.  Later she told me that we were to swap partners for the night and told me which cabin I would be sleeping in and not to return until after breakfast.  Although I was a bit miffed that Marie had organized it without consulting with me, I was happy in that the young woman (Lana) was a bit of a stunner.

I did enjoy myself making love to someone else’s wife, even though I knew her husband was fucking my stepmother.   We swapped a few more times with them during the cruise.  Having got away with that, without me protesting, Marie found and swapped with several other couples as well as several other men.   In twenty-one days, Marie had sampled at least nine different cocks to my knowledge, probably more.

On our return my father just assumed that the fading love bites were from other conquests, still not guessing that I had also put bites on her tits and another on her thigh.  I was straight back to work and had few chances to get to Marie again.  Then out of the blue my ex-girlfriend turned up like a bad penny.  She asked had I had a good time and after telling her I had, she asked had I taken someone with me, and I told her my stepmother.  Like my father she didn’t suspect anything.  She asked could we go out together again.  She told me that she had thought that I was going to ask her to marry me and that freaked her out.  She asked could we be just friends for a while.

We dated again for about a year.  During that time, I continued whenever I could to shag Marie.  Nearly every time we fucked, she had fresh love bites on her tits. I would leave my own calling card and put one on her thighs or arse.  Then I got my girlfriend pregnant.  I asked her to marry me, and three months later we were married and moved into our own house.  I had no more contact with Marie other than social contact at family meetings.  My father was fifty-eight when he had a huge heart attack and died.  After helping Marie with funeral arrangements and all the administration to do with his death, Marie was left fairly well off.  My father had left her the house and a good pension from his work. 

My wife insisted that I pop in on Marie occasionally to see she was alright.  Alright, she was shagging her way through the town.  Not that it stopped her fitting me in for the odd session.  That continued right up until covid hit.  Poor Marie was an early casualty, and she was in isolation in hospital for four months until it finally took her from us.  I had her buried next to my dad.  At least now she cannot go off wandering from him.

I am now happy to just be the proud father of three fast growing kids, and a loving husband, but I do miss those sessions with Marie.