Who knew that a horny stepson could save a marriage?

My husband travels quite a bit for business. He’s usually gone about three weeks out of a month. When he comes home, I really try to make up for lost time and get as much sex as possible. Unfortunately, for a young and lusty woman such as myself, one week per month was not going to cut it for me. My sexual appetite is much bigger than that. I was about to see a divorce lawyer when my marriage was miraculously rescued by my horny stepson.

The horny stepson in question is Johnny and he was currently in the kitchen, having a late breakfast when I walked in, dressed in my business attire. I had on a cream silk blouse, black skirt and very expensive black pumps.

“Hey, Sabrina.” said my handsome stepson. He happened to be practically naked as he sat at the kitchen counter, eating a bowl of cereal. He had on a pair of boxers and nothing else.

“Hey, Johnny. I’m going out for a couple of hours.” I said as I scooped up my keys.

“Where are you going, all dressed up?” he asked. I glanced at him. Johnny was 21 years old but a very sensitive and thoughtful young man. He was always very straightforward and honest with me so I decided to give him the same courtesy.

I sighed. “I have an appointment with a lawyer. A divorce lawyer.” I said.

His eyes widened and he shook his head. “You can’t divorce Dad. He’ll be heartbroken. So would I. Why do you want to divorce Dad? He’s so good to you.” Johnny stood up and walked over to me. His face was inches from mine. I was touched by his obvious concern.

“Your dad IS very good to me. When he’s here. He’s gone way too much and I know that won’t change. He has a company to run and people depend on him. But, I get really lonely, you know?”

Johnny smiled and nodded his head. “I see. You’re a woman in her prime, left alone for way too long. You have needs. They aren’t being met. Right?”

I nodded my head. “I know that may sound shallow to you…”

“Not at all.” Johnny said. “I understand. I think you should do something about that. But the answer isn’t divorce. It’s… diversion.”

“Diversion? You mean I should have an affair?” I asked.

Johnny shook his head. “Not a REAL affair. You just need a substitute for Dad. A physical substitute. All the sexual needs met without all the drama and risk of an affair.”

It almost seemed as if Johnny had thought about this before. His response seemed calculated or rehearsed.

“Any suggestions for this substitute?” I asked, smiling.

To my surprise, he didn’t respond, but simply lifted me and sat me on the kitchen counter. He pulled my ass to the edge of the counter and hooked my legs around his shoulders. He then pulled my panties down to my knees, leaned his head forward and started to eat my pussy. It happened so quickly, I had no time to react. I gasped and held his head, started to push it away and then grabbed his hair instead and started to grind my pussy against his mouth.

He ate pussy like a pro. My horny stepson obviously had quite a bit of practice in this area. His tongue expertly moved all over my pussy lips, rubbed against my clit and probed inside of my pussy hole. I cried out when I felt him drag his tongue lower and into the crevice of my ass. He bounced his wet tongue against my asshole before flicking it wildly across the opening. As he did this my horny stepson slid his fingers deep into my cunt.

I bucked my hips and rotated around, masturbating on his fingers and his tongue. He didn’t slow down, he just kept filling my senses with erotic ecstasy until I was having the strongest orgasm I’d had for months.

I took a minute to catch my breath and my horny stepson, Johnny stood there, waiting patiently for me to get a hold of myself.

“Do you still want to see your divorce lawyer?” he asked.

“No.” I responded. “I’m going to cancel my appointment right now and then you and I are going to lock ourselves up in my bedroom until morning. You, my horny stepson, have just saved my marriage!”

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