Take Me There - Jessica Ingro Page 0,1

went to cross them. That’s when I got my first glimpse at her pussy. It was shaved bare. Her lips looked full and pink. I desperately wanted to explore them and what they hid inside.

Not wanting to waste an opportunity, I ran to the front door as quietly as possible and grabbed the camera from my bag. I took a few shots of her, my heart in my throat and my palms sweaty, praying she wouldn’t catch me.

I raced upstairs to my bedroom and dug through my dresser drawer until I found the bottle of lotion I kept hidden there. Dropping my pants, I poured some into my hand and quickly rubbed one out while staring at her on my camera’s screen.

*****

My third encounter with Isabella was at the age of sixteen. I was down in the basement and once again I was jerking off. This time I had a pair of her skimpy, silk panties wrapped around my cock as I thrust it through my fist. I imagined it was her pussy wrapped around me. So soft and silky.

When I came, I groaned her name. That’s when I heard the soft gasp. I looked up from my place on the couch in the den and saw she was standing on the stairs watching me. I had no idea how long she had been there; I only knew that her gaze was fixed on my groin. She swallowed hard and then her eyes darted to mine.

That’s when she bolted up the stairs.

*****

My fourth encounter with Isabella was the one that started us on our journey into forbidden territory. Isabella was lying in bed, on her back with her hand between her legs. She was rubbing her clit in hurried strokes and circles, her lips were parted as she moaned softly.

I watched in fascination as she dipped two of her fingers inside her pussy, pumping in and out with a quick rhythm. Her thighs started to tremble and she widened her legs, lifting her hips off the bed.

At the age of seventeen, I’d already had sex several times. What I had never done, however was go down on a girl, and as Isabella’s wetness coated her hand and pussy lips, I knew I needed to taste her.

I moved slowly towards her bed without even thinking of the consequences. Sure Isabella was my stepmother, but she was only fifteen years older than me. She and my dad married when I was twelve, shortly after my mother died. My father joked that her young age made him feel young again.

I never felt like she was a mother to me. Maybe it was because my mother had raised me for so long. Maybe it was because she wasn’t much older than me. But as I watched her pleasure herself, all I felt was the urge to touch her. Taste her. Fuck her.

Standing beside her bed, I tentatively reached out and ran my finger up her inner thigh. She froze and looked at me in horror. She had one hand up her shirt massaging her breasts, while the other remained between her legs with her fingers still embedded inside her. Her underwear was around her ankles, as were her pants. This had to have been just a quick interlude in her day.

“Please,” I whispered, as my fingers moved higher, and I hesitantly touched her most intimate place. She was so soft and wet. I closed my eyes and groaned.

I circled her clit with my finger, just as she had been doing. At first she held herself stiffly, her wide eyes locked onto what I was doing. Within a few minutes though, her head fell back and her fingers started moving inside her again.

And then she was coming. Oh good God, she was coming. As she bit her lip and convulsed on the bed, I thought it was the sexiest fucking thing I had ever seen. Still is, whenever I think about it.

Knowing I did that to her made me puff out my chest and stand up straighter. I had made a hot woman come. She was no girl like the ones I had been with before her. She had practice and skill behind her, and yet, I was good enough to make her come.

I brought my wet fingers to my mouth and sucked on them, tasting her salty flavor. My cock ached in my jeans as the zipper dug into my skin. What I wouldn’t give to take it out and have her touch me.

“Fuck,”