My stepmothers lessons

It was another Friday evening, most of the boys in my age were probably outside partying. I had never touched a drop of alcohol, not for health reasons but because I barely had any friends at all.
It was a different story with my father, who had the looks to star in a high paid movie. He had a prominent jawline, jet black hair and a pair of dark eyes that could pull any women in.
He was lawyer and made a lot of money. And as a man he was no exception when it came to women. His marriage with my mother didn’t even last a year. He was often away, and I got a lot of privacy because of that.
But I was jealous of him. The number of women that had ridden his dick and kissed his lips must have been more than I could count.
However a week ago, he’d told me he wanted to settle. He looked exhausted and found a woman he was really into it. She was 15 years his senior: 41 and was smoking hot like the rest of the females that fell into his arms. Her name was Alina, a rare red head. She had pair of tits that were not too big so they hung like two sacks, but big enough to be squeezed. She was a bit on the shorter side, but her wide hips and voluptuous figure sure made up for it.
It wasn’t only her looks that made my father wanting to settle with her. She also had a heart that was way tender than the rest of the females I had seen him with. By all the stepmoms I’ve had, I liked her the most. Although, I had a feeling she felt bad for me.
This house was properly sound isolated. Although there were some loopholes. I was hoping to get nip slip, or catch her walking out from the bathroom but so far only disappointments. I hadn’t had a chance to get a one on one with her either, but that would change.
I had a day off high school. Alina stood in the kitchen and brewed some tea. She stood in her pink morning robe, her legs visible and also the inner side of her breasts, so no bra then. I also caught a sweet musky scent that I could only guess coming from the fruit between her legs. She beamed at me when I stared at her longer than usual. “Sorry for wearing these inappropriate clothes,” she excused herself and poured the steaming tea in a cup and then taking a sip, her pink lips becoming moister. “I didn’t know you where here.”
“I have a day off,” I answered. I went to the fridge and opened it. I needed something else on my mind before my boner would be too obvious. “Why don’t you let me make you something,” she said.
I glanced at her and she looked as confident as always. Of course, she knew I loved her food. But I was unsure whether she knew it was more of her that I loved than her food. “Alright,” I said.
I sat down to watch some tv. I heard the breaking eggs, sizzling butter, pouring flour and then came the heavenly smell of pancakes making me rise from the couch and walk with my eyes closed to the kitchen. I opened up my eyes and she flipped the last pancake onto the swaying tower. She opened a bottle of honey and poured so it trickled down from the sides. She spilled on her finger, and sucked it the same second. It would soon be two towers in this room. “Wow,” I said. “I don’t eat that much.”
She giggled. “I made for both of us. I hate watching others eat by themselves.”
This was the first time we would eat one by one. I hope she wouldn’t come with too embarrassing questions. I knew she could openly talk about sex like no other woman did.
“It feels good to finally get to talk to you,” she said and took a bite of the pancake, the honey dripping from her chin.
“I’m not the most social person,” I told her, lowering my gaze from her sweet smile and started eating as well.
She gave me that look whenever she felt bad for me. “It’s something you can work on.”
“It’s difficult, I don’t find many guys I have a lot in common with.” I wiped my lips. These pancakes were delicious.
“And what about girls?”
“I don’t know if there any girls out there for me.”
She touched my hand, still a bit wet from when she’d licked her finger. “There are tons of girls out there.”
“But it can’t be many that finds me attractive.”
I looked in her warm light blue eyes. They looked genuine and had no lies. “Thank you,” I said.
“I’ll be more than happy to help you out.” My eyes lit up but she stroked me some more, soothing my nerves. “But not sex.”
Just her touching me like that was more than I could ask for. “When do we start?”
“I’ll be seeing my family today… your father didn’t tell you?”
I shook my head. She looked a bit disappointed as if it bothered her. I’d never seen that in her before. “I guess he has a lot to think of. But I’ll be away for a week.”
I sighed but she quickly was onto my skin again. “A week passes quickly,” she told me.
I was waiting impatiently for Alina to return. She’d gone a few days ago, but I missed her touch more than anything. Yesterday I’d caught something disturbing. My bathroom needed to be furnished so my father allowed me to use his. When I was about to wipe my nose and throw the paper in the garbage can I spotted a condom, tied up and bloated with seamen. I raised an eyebrow. It looked fresh. I didn’t think anything more of this, only that if it were true I felt bad for Alina. That sweet woman deserved better.
The next day she arrived again. It was once again noise in their bedroom. I hadn’t seen her for a while so I was dying just to get a little peek. I sneaked up to their door. The bed was squeaking and the walls trembled as Alina’s body smacked onto him. I closed my left eye and peeked inside the keyhole. I got hard the instant I saw her. Her red hair fell behind her, almost touching the tip of the mound of her ass. I couldn’t see her tits unfortunately, only hearing them bounce up and down. I stroked my erection and already spilled some precum on my curious fingers. I had to run on my tippy toes into my bedroom. I snuck under my bedsheet and started jerking off, imagining it was me who she was riding, moaning and enjoying every second. I got hotter and hotter and then fired jets of cum right onto my bedsheet. If only her cunt was above me so I could cum right inside of her.
Instead it dripped back onto me.
My dad had to leave early for the morning. Alina was already there in the kitchen, wearing the same revealing robe and cooking breakfast. She beamed at seeing me again. She spread her arms and pulled me in a hug. I melted inside her arms, breathing in her scent as if I stood in a garden of roses. She let go and threw her red hair over her shoulders. The red flaming hair that had just covered her two full round breasts. “Slept well?” she asked.
“Better than usual.”
“We can eat and then we can go through some things … our first lesson.”
As we started to eat, we went on talking. Alina was such a comfortable person the conversations just flowed on. Warm words after warm words just melted out from my tongue. I had never spoken so much before. I had no idea where my social anxiety went.
“So…” she said and swallowed the last bit of her pancake and honey. She leaned forward with her elbows on the table, squeezing her breasts together. “What do you want to try out first?”
“Uhm … I don’t know.”
“Have you ever kissed a girl before?”
I blushed beet red and it was a good enough answer to her. “I never have.” The words weighed me down.
She was quickly there for me and reached for my hand. “It’s okay. It’s nothing unusual for your age, but sometime has to be the first.”
And her words lifted the weight of my shoulders again. ”Let’s go to the couch,” she said. I followed her there she sat down, her knees pointing toward me and so did her lips and mouth. They were still gleaming golden from the honey and naturally smooth and full as always. I had no idea what to expect. I tried not to get too caught off guard. Not too excited, but her hints were teasing me and I was on the point of not being able to hide the growing bulge. “So I will teach you,” she finally revealed.
I looked at her, still a bit uncertain whether she would share her delicious lips with me. “With you?”
“Yes,” she nodded and wetted her lips with her tongue. “No one likes dry lips.”
I just stared as she applied another layer of her saliva onto them. I didn’t understand that she hinted that I should do the same. She laughed and leaned closer to me and closed her eyes. She stuck her tongue out and swiped it across my lips. She leaned back and her spit dripped down from my lower lip. “Okay, are you ready?”
I just nodded. She leaned in closer and brushed her lips onto mine. She sucked my underlip. I just sat there and didn’t do much until she started reaching for my shoulder and pulling me closer. I got the hint this time and started sucking her lower lip. I was overwhelmed with waves of warmth, as her breath flowed right onto my face but at the same time being so close to a woman. We continued to taste each other. There were no restrictions or rules. I just let go and did what my feelings told me.
She eventually let go for a breath. As she moved her head away she bit her lips. It felt great.
“So how was it?” she asked.
“Amazing.”
“We probably have time for something more,” she said and started unwrapping the belt of her coat. “Do you want to touch my breasts?” She was right about to expose her nipples.
My mouth slowly widened. “Yes.”
“I have some homework for you.” She then wrapped the belt back on, and closed my mouth that was about to fall onto the floor. “You have to find a girl, when you have kissed her, you can then play with my breasts.” She started circling her finger on her thighs, closer and closer to her pussy. “And maybe something else as well.”