Jack relaxed his hand so that all his fingers were touching her breast, skin on skin, no fabric in the way. Jack’s little finger brushed against her nipple.
“Is this what you meant by a massage, Jack?” Mirnda said and made a stern face, though he couldn’t tell what her reaction truly was. He looked at her pretty face but didn’t answer. He started massaging her breast, gently but with generous handfuls, and it was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to him up to this point in his life.
She didn’t stop him, and Jack went on for what seemed like a minute, touching and squeezing her, lovingly.
“I think you should stop that now, don’t you, sir?” Mirnda said softly.
Jack didn’t stop, though he certainly didn’t want to force himself on her. Jack looked at her again, unsure what to do or say. All he knew was that it felt perfect and natural and he didn’t want it to end. Jack also noted that she could have moved away at any time, but maybe she didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
“Do you want me to stop?” Jack asked her innocently, and moved his free hand to her waist. He wasn’t really thinking, he was just drawn in by her sexual magnetism. Jack caught her licking her lips a little and her nipple was definitely hard. She was turned on.
“That’s hardly the point,” Mirnda said, which he thought sounded like a “no”. Jack lifted his hand off her waist and grasped her other tit, Jack’s hands caressing both her breasts now. He then pulled her robe open to reveal her completely and fondled her freely, tenderly but with lustful zeal. He saw wild desire in her eyes and felt her inhale sharply.
“Jack!” Mirnda said, out of breath. “You’d better stop that…right now…or…there’s going to be trouble.”
Jack was feeling past the point of no return and just said, “What kind of trouble?” and continued feeling her up.
After another pause, he leaned towards her and felt her hot breath.
“Can I kiss you, Mirnda?” Jack whispered. He wasn’t trying to be sexy or seduce her, but it felt so intimate. There was a pause before she answered.
“For one minute, then we’re done. And only so you won’t feel lonely and forget that girl, OK? Then, that’s it. No more of this.” All her words tumbled out but all he really heard was “for one minute.” Jack wasn’t going to time it, but leaned in further and gently pressed his lips against hers.
Jack felt immediate electricity all over his body and his hard-on intensified as his hands explored her body. She ran her fingers through his hair as their lips opened against one another and he melted into oblivion.
She kissed him softly, gently, lovingly. It was warm and sensual, not like the rather desperate tongue kisses he’d shared with girls in school. In the heat of their kiss, Jack pulled Mirnda’s robe off her shoulders, ran one hand up her spine, the other remaining on her luscious tits. The kiss definitely went on for longer than one minute, but remained soft and slow. He’d never felt better.
After a little while, Mirnda pulled away from him. The effect of this was that Jack could see her entire upper half naked. She was sitting on his bed, breasts revealed, her mouth open, hair a mess.
She looked like a brown-skinned goddess and he felt overwhelming amounts of love and lust for her. Just as he was about to reach out and touch her again, she picked up her robe and covered herself up.
“Fine,” Mirnda said with a cough, obviously flustered. “Did you get it out of your system, Jack? Are we good now?”
After a pause, Jack decided to be bold. “I seriously doubt it, Mirnda.”
“Oh,” Mirnda said.
“And you? Feeling satisfied?”
“Um…”
Jack thought he would leave it there. He’d kissed her and he’d touched her amazing tits, two things he never thought he would do. He felt wonderful and didn’t want to ruin it. “Mirnda, I need to go to sleep now. I have school tomorrow and you have work.” Jack was trying to be grown up.
“Yes, of course,” Mirnda said, standing up.
“If you’re feeling lonely, you could stay in here,” Jack ventured.
“Jack, really. I mean, I…”
“OK, it was just an idea. I didn’t mean it the way you’re thinking, anyway,” Jack said and turned over.
“Are you mad, Jack?”
Jack wasn’t. He sat up. “No, not at all.”
“Can I get one nice hug from you then I’ll leave you to sleep.”
“Of course,” Jack said and smiled.
Mirnda came over to him again, sat down on the bed next him and put her arms around me. He felt her lips on his cheek and once again, her magnificent bust pressed against him as she came in towards him. Then, she pulled away, stood up and walked away, fully composed.
“Thank you, Jack. And don’t worry about what happened. It was nice to not feel lonely, I hope it helped. You’re a sweet boy. Good night,” Mirnda said with a wave, and he was left there with a raging hard on.
As usual after physical encounters with his step-mom, it didn’t take long for him to release all his semen with a self-administered hand-job. This time, he imagined it was her hand.
