TAKE ME THERE

BY JESSICA INGRO

Published by Jessica Ingro

Copyright © 2015 Jessica Ingro

Cover design © Indie Solutions by Murphy Rae

Edited by Jennie Wurz

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is no authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Warning!

Mrs. Johnson

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Beautiful Stranger

One

Two

Three

Four

Hot for Teacher

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Under the Desk

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Everything

One

Two

Three

Four

Cat and Mouse

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Special Look at Aurora James – Coming soon!

Acknowledgements

About the Author

WARNING!

These stories are a work of fiction. As such, they contain explicit language, sex, and sexual situations that some might find offensive, including but not limited to: self-love, forcible pleasure, lack of protection, taboo relationships, M/M, F/M/M, M/F/M, and mind-blowing orgasms. Please don’t continue if any of these things offend you.

MRS. JOHNSON

ONE

Present day…

“Fuck me harder, Collin!” the girl beneath me screamed.

I looked down and saw her face had morphed into that of Isabella, my stepmother.

Her raven hair was fanned out across my pillow. Her almond-shaped blue eyes were filled with lust. Her pouty lips were parted as she breathed heavily on her way to climax.

She resembled Isabella—they all did—and whenever I pleasured them, all I could see was her. All I could hear was her throaty voice telling me exactly how she wanted it.

Faster, Collin.

Right there, Collin.

Lick me, Collin.

Fuck me, Collin.

Just like that, Collin.

You’re such a good boy. You know just how to please me.

Instantly, my cock swelled as I thrust into her faster and harder than I thought possible.

Harder, Collin.

Isabella’s words echoed in my head. Her voice. Her body. It was all too much. And even though I didn’t want to react the way I did, I couldn’t help myself. I threw my head back, growling loudly as my cock pulsed and I came so hard I thought for sure the condom would break.

I glanced back down at the girl beneath me and saw her own actual features. I winced at my behavior. I had done it again. Fucked a girl who resembled Isabella in an attempt to regain my sense of balance without her.

Pulling out, I rolled to my back. The girl’s hand reached over and rested on my chest as she murmured lightly about how great I was. It barely registered though. All I could think about was Isabella Johnson—the stepmother every boy dreamed of. And my own personal devil in disguise.

*****

It all started when I was thirteen and came home early from a friend’s house one summer afternoon. Unfamiliar sounds were coming from upstairs, so I silently followed them and made my way towards my father’s bedroom.

As I got closer, the noises grew louder and more feverish. I could hear my stepmother moaning and my father speaking lowly to her. My friend Brad and I had watched some porn earlier that summer, so I knew what I was hearing. It was the sounds of a woman being fucked. And it sounded like she was enjoying it.

More curious than I should have been, I cautiously peered through the partially opened bedroom door and saw Isabella sitting on top of my father. She was bouncing and grinding on him. Her tits swayed as her hands plucked at her nipples. Her head was thrown back. Her long, straight, dark hair swished against her back, landing just above her ass.

I was enthralled at the sight of her. I probably should have been disgusted at the fact that she was having sex with my father. That she had his dick inside her. But none of that mattered to me as I watched her taking pleasure from him. He could have been anyone in that moment. All I saw was Isabella and how beautiful she was as the afternoon sun streamed through the windows, bathing her like an angel.

That was the first day I jerked off to visions of Isabella. And it wouldn’t be the last.

*****

My next arousing encounter with Isabella was when I was fifteen. She walked into my bedroom with a basket full of laundry. As soon as she caught a glimpse of me, she dropped the basket and gasped.

I was lying on my bed. My cock was lubed and I was pumping furiously while staring at a picture of her sunbathing naked in our backyard.

“I’m so sorry,” she muttered, as her eyes seemed to devour the cock in my hand. I didn’t even try to hide it. I wanted her to see it. I wanted her to know what she did to me, even if she couldn’t see the photo of herself in my hand.

After several seconds of eyeing me, she scurried from the room, leaving the laundry on the floor.

As I continued to jerk off, I imagined that she had seen the photo and offered to join me to finish the job. I pictured her hand wrapped tightly around mine as I came with hot bursts landing on my stomach.

That would have never happened though, since Isabella had no idea I had taken that picture. As far as she knew, I had been away camping that weekend.

I had returned home to collect my forgotten sleeping bag when I noticed her lying naked on the chair by the pool. Her fingers were lazily running up and down her tanned midsection. As I stood there dumbfounded, her legs parted slightly as she 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.