Ron Surprises his Stepmother

Emily's younger sister Catherine had unexpectedly collapsed and was dead. Sudden cardiac death. Of course Emily had taken in her son Ron, he was not supposed to go to a state home. He was 14 or 16, she didn't know exactly. He was very sad, but also very happy that Emily took him in. There was always a strange undertone in the mother's voice when she spoke of Emily. Emily worked all day and was always pretty exhausted in the evenings. They went to bed naked on the first night, Emily was reluctant to change her daily routine. She lay on her side with her back to Ron, stretching out her bare ass cheeks towards him. She masturbated very quietly and secretly. If she was imagining something, then it was true, so she masturbated secretly without Ron noticing. Ron stared at her finger and clit from behind. He clutched his cock and remained quiet until Emily was finished.

He clutched her beautifully rounded ass. She noticed that he was crying. She turned to him and hugged him, which soon comforted him. She asked him questions. His mother had done it to him with her hand while Dad was still alive. After his death, she let Ron fuck her, which he liked much more than the handjob. Emily had taken his cock in her hand and caressed it. That calmed him down even more. She said that he was not allowed to fuck her, she had not fucked for a long time. She added haltingly that she was more into girls, which he could not understand. She held him in her lap and deliberately pulled his foreskin back and forth. She said that he could do it now, that it did not bother her at all. After a short while he began to masturbate, sitting on her naked lap.

Her thoughts slipped into childhood. Dad had deflowered her when she was 12, after Mom had died. He fucked her every night, but she did not get going, the fucking did not bring the same joy as her secret masturbation. He fucked her every night until her little sister Catherine turned 12. He deflowered Catherine and now fucked both daughters in turn. The little sister was very easy going and fucked with great passion and enthusiasm, she always had an orgasm when he fucked her. Emily always felt that she was into girls, but it took years before she made love to a girl for the first time.

Ron squirted in long jets onto Emily's inner thighs and then over her pussy. He carried on immediately. She hugged him from behind and kissed the top of his head. He was a good, sweet boy. She looked over his shoulder at his cock, it was bigger than she would have thought. She hadn't seen many cocks, but this was definitely one of the big ones. Ron masturbated twice more and squirted again over her inner thighs and her pussy. He turned around and hugged her gratefully. He had to squirt three times every night, he said quietly. For the first few days he did it like this, masturbating three times sitting on her naked lap after waiting patiently until Emily had finished masturbating. He pushed his index finger into her pussy hole when the orgasm broke out. She mumbled incomprehensibly, but she couldn't stop it. "Your hole is much smaller than Mom's," Ron whispered, "but your clit is definitely bigger, Aunt Emily." She nodded and kissed the top of his head.

"Catherine's hole was probably bigger because she had fucked many hundreds of men, maybe even a thousand. I fucked my dad every day throughout my youth, but I've fucked barely a hundred men, or maybe a few more. That's probably why my hole is so small and tight." She made a pause. "I only fucked your father once, we were celebrating something with our relatives, we were all completely drunk. Your father took off my clothes one by one, while everyone else cheered. Fuck her!, fuck her! everyone shouted. When he took off my bra, my breasts fell out like ripe melons. I had to help him take off my panties. Then he fucked me while everyone else watched and screamed. Your father was a very bad fucker, Ron, he squirted inside after just a few minutes, and at the end he just let his juices run in. That's when I suddenly sobered up. He tried to fuck me again and again later, especially when Catherine was pregnant. I lay in front of Catherine with my legs spread wide and let him fuck me daily, but I never let him squirt inside me again." Emily caressed Ron's cock, she always did that.

Ron didn't wait any longer. He stared at Emily's finger dancing on her clit. The slow waltz turned into a faster foxtrot and ended after a long time in a furious fandango. Ron stared at the masturbating from behind and squirted three times over her inner thighs and ass cheeks, long before she was finished. This went on for half a year, they were both happy with it. "Emily or Mom, whatever you want," said Emily, "you can safely leave out the aunt, I'm officially your mother now." It was a long and miserable journey through the bureaucracy.

"I like to squirt on your pussy, Mom," he whispered, but she said nothing. He squirted from behind on her pussy, on her pussy hole. She let him, and almost a year passed in intimate harmony. When his cock touched her cunthole, she warned him that he was not allowed to fuck her! She moaned and groaned in rejection as he stuck the tip of his cock into her hole after masturbating.

"Please, Ron, please don't fuck me! I don't like it at all, I really don't. You're a really good boy, you're not going to fuck me, are you?" Ron nodded half-heartedly, he wanted to try, he whispered. "But you fucked Grandpa for many years, like my mother did!" he interjected quietly. "Those were different times, Ron," she replied. "Papa was so lonely, he didn't want to marry another woman after Grandma died. I let myself be fucked, yes, but it was only out of pity for the unfortunate Papa. Your mother preferred to fuck him because she liked him, fucking and orgasming very much. But after Catherine got married, I was the one left to let fuck Papa every day. After years I discovered that I preferred to fuck girls much more and more passionately. That was a shock to me, but I wasn't a woman who accepted the normal role." They talked a lot about lesbianism, Ron had no idea about it. She was open and described to him in detail how two girls made love.

Ron masturbated as usual, the tip of his cock approached the pussy hole and he squirted inside. When the tip of his cock touched her pussy hole, she sighed and whispered that he wasn't allowed to fuck her. But the tip of his cock kept penetrating and making her cum. Emily groaned and moaned, she knew that this inevitably led to real fucking. After the last squirt, the tip of the cock penetrated completely, he stuck his whole cock very deeply in. He sighed and left his cock deep inside until it became completely soft. She groaned and sighed because he couldn't be dissuaded.

"I want to fuck you, Mom," he whispered over and over again. She shook her head each time. Another six months passed. He fucked her a little bit on the third squirt, even though she begged him not to. She was glad that he only penetrated her from behind; she would have been ashamed if he had looked into her eyes. After a few months, he fucked her properly on the third time; she couldn't stop it. He avoided her gaze at breakfast; he felt guilty.

Emily had realized that she couldn't hide her masturbation from Ron. She spread her ass cheeks wide when Ron stuck his index finger into her pussy hole during orgasm. He had discovered that it gave her a much more intense orgasm when he licked the little crease between her asshole and pussy hole and when he penetrated her pussy hole with his tongue. She had told him about making love with the girls, and he knew that technique from her descriptions.

"I have to fuck you, Mom, really fuck you," he breathed and fucked her while she masturbated. She nodded silently, now it was time. She was far from finished, he had already fucked her three times and squirted three times inside her. She still lay on her side and masturbated, she almost didn't care that Ron was fucking her. It was actually going quite well, the fucking increased her pleasure while masturbating.

He really liked fucking her. "Your hole is much smaller and much tighter than Mom's, but just as fine, velvety and silky at the same time," he often said when he penetrated very carefully. She smiled proudly, she had always been in competition with her poor sister, who had always outdone her when fucking with her Dad. Emily and Ron never talked about fucking. They had tacitly agreed that he would not fuck her until she had started masturbating. He usually fucked her three times and squirted three times inside, then he stayed there and left his cock inside until it softened and she started the final spurt. She hesitated until his cock softened. She was always the one who pulled his cock out at the end, turned to him and kissed him on the top of his head and on his lips. Then they both fell asleep.

Ron was 18, had passed his A-levels with distinction and the Résistance was after him. They had been watching him and knew that he was an upright Frenchman and despised the Germans. He followed their call. Emily cried heartbreakingly, but she did not stop him. She not only despised the occupiers, she hated them. She worked full-time and saw the atrocities of the Germans first hand. Of course she was aware that there were also good, honest and well-behaved Germans. But now she lived alone and that was dangerous.

She opened the door in her dressing gown, which she had quickly thrown on. It was a German patrol of 5, who had interrupted her masturbating so early in the morning. She did not understand a word of the orders, they ripped the dressing gown roughly from her shoulders. She was raped on the kitchen table by one after the other, by all 5 of them. They fucked hastily and squirted as fast as they could. She did not have an orgasm, by God not. The Germans left, as they found neither money nor jewelry during the cursory search. One of them hastily drank the half-empty bottle of red wine. A thought flashed through her mind. The Germans came every second or third day, they no longer searched her apartment at all, she let the dressing gown slide to the floor so they did not tear it. Every evening she put a jug of poisoned fruit juice on the kitchen table. The poison would kill them two or three days later. She never found out how many Germans she killed, how many just spent hours vomiting and got away with it, and that was for the best. She was raped two or three times a week by five or six men in a row until the end of the occupation. She became pregnant four times, but the fetuses passed out of their own accord. She would have had an abortion anyway; carrying a German's bastard was unthinkable.

As soon as Ron arrived at the Résistance, he was taken to a secret shooting range. He was an above-average shot; the armorer was very impressed. He let Ron shoot, shoot and shoot for four days. It was clear that Ron had to become a sniper. He was drilled for 14 days, he had to master the interaction with the companion and scout perfectly. Ron was deployed 14 days later. His first scout was Veronique. She had pounced on her protégé on the very first night and fucked him in the communal dormitory. He was a little irritated, but Veronique calmed him down. They were not the only ones fucking under the cover of darkness. Veronique was enchanted by the young boy, he fucked very well, very experienced. Veronique knew she had to keep him.

Their first mission was quite simple. They had to hide in a wooded area and kill a certain high-ranking officer. Ron had a hunting rifle with a telescopic sight, but it wasn't the best rifle. He told Veronique they had to get much closer, about 200 meters. Veronique chose the bushes at the edge of the woods. They had to wait 4 hours in the grass until the convoy drove out of the makeshift barracks. Veronique looked through her binoculars and identified the officer in the fourth car, directly behind the driver. He could barely see the man, but he aimed carefully and hit him in the head. Following an inspiration, he aimed at the car's gas tank. The explosion tore the car apart and set fire to two more cars. The escort team opened fire without any obvious target. Veronique did not allow him to target any more cars. She dragged him into the woods by his sleeve. She ignored his yelling and they ran crouched through the forest. They could not stop counting the victims and the damaged cars. After 3 kilometers they took a break. Veronique cursed with all her heart. "We sneak up, we wait, bang! and then we run off immediately!" She shook her head. "Is that so hard to understand?" Ron nodded, he had thought about it. Veronique was absolutely right, that was exactly what the instructor had drilled into him every day. He knew there was no time to count victims and escapees, they were not a private hunting party that could afford that luxury. Veronique Morsed on her small radio that they were at meeting point 4. After half an hour they were picked up. A little later, reports came in about how successful they had been. Several high-ranking officers were dead, three luxury cars destroyed. The commander Armand gave out a bottle of cognac.

Veronique successfully defended her territory, Ron belonged to her and her alone! They had many days off, Armand often sent them out to mercilessly eliminate a collaborator. Ron shot the farmer from a short distance, they stormed the house in pairs and drove the farmer's wife and her daughters into the bedroom. Ron exchanged a look with Veronique, then he enjoyed fucking the farmer's wife, sometimes one or two of the daughters too, but never the maids. After the rape he went out, Veronique shot the farmer's wife in the head, then they left the farm. Veronique grinned, he should have his sexual variety while she was there watching.

One of the raids on the Germans gave Ron a very modern German sniper rifle with an excellent telescopic sight. He tried it out at the shooting range, even at 500 meters he could hit a watermelon. He was very happy, now he could use all his skills. Veronique had broken both her legs on a night patrol and was in hospital. Armand immediately assigned him a new scout. Marie was a lot older than Veronique, but she loved to fuck and she was no worse at fucking than Veronique. She had been a scout for a long time and she was a blessing. She chose several escape routes very carefully, which made her better than Veronique.

Marie was basically sexually insatiable. She let Ron fuck her every night until he was completely exhausted and drained. He slept long after sunrise every morning, he had trouble keeping up with Marie sexually. Armand assigned them Monique, she was to learn the practical side of scouting from Marie, she was a smart, wily scout apprentice. Not even 20 years old, she outranked Marie's Ron right from the start. Marie didn't really care, there were enough other men. Monique took Ron in, but she wasn't as demanding as Marie. She always had an orgasm when he fucked her, which Marie rarely achieved. Monique was happy with one fuck, but she let Ron fuck her as often as he needed. He breathed a sigh of relief and recovered quickly. He was able to write to Emily about twice a month, it always had to be trivial, Armand read all the mail carefully. Ron only cared that Mama received regular signs of life. Of course she couldn't reply and he had no news from her, but that was all he could do.

Ron fucked many of the wives of collaborators, the resistance knew no mercy, the collaborators had to be intimidated. Marie and Monique watched with indifferent eyes when Ron fucked a farmer's wife, a collaborator's wife or daughter for a while. Marie was completely numb, but Monique was not, she was usually sexually aroused. Finally, Marie shot the woman in the head, just as Veronique had done, and Monique had to shoot her too, even though she was already dead. Monique had to learn the scouts' business, even if she still had to vomit after every shot. Marie smiled relentlessly, the girl had to learn. Period.

Ron stayed with the Résistance for over a year, then the Germans had to retreat east. Paris, France was liberated! Ron drove to Emily as quickly as he could. She was waiting for him; he had announced weeks ago that he would soon be coming home. She hugged him for a long time. He felt great gratitude that she was well. They fucked for 48 hours until they both couldn't take it anymore. Ron was allowed to fuck Emily from the front for the first time, like brother and sister, like mother and son. Then they started to tell each other everything. Ron was hit hard that she had become pregnant four times, but Emily waved it off. She had long since forgotten that. Ron reported that he had a dozen female scouts and had fucked hundreds of women and girls. He didn't talk much about killing, Emily talked about poisoned fruit juice. They quickly skipped that chapter.

They were happy to be together again, and in a liberated Paris. Emily said he could of course fuck her from the front, and she masturbated in that position too, delaying her orgasm until he had squirted two or three times. It was a wonderful time.

Ron was ashamed of the Parisians who shaved the heads of the collaborators, tore off their clothes and chased the poor girls half-naked or completely naked through the streets and very often raped them in public. The mob didn't care whether the girl had fallen in love with a German or whether she was a prostitute out of sheer necessity. "Chatte des Boches," that was the insult, German pussy. A cold shiver ran down Emily's spine. "If they find out that I've let hundreds of Germans fuck me, ..." Ron shook his head and pointed with his chin at his rifle and the two pistols. "Let them come!" he said with a grim face. But they never came.

It had been a long time since General de Gaulle had pinned the medal on his chest and that of hundreds of heroes of the Résistance. He kept in touch with neither fellow fighters nor the scouts. The war was over, once and for all. Emily sensed his restlessness. He needed variety, which she could not give him. "Come on, my tiger, bite them, take them all! There are plenty of young widows who just want to be fucked!" Ron went off.

He knocked on the door of a very pretty young widow. He had brought a pound of coffee, a coveted commodity. She invited him in, although she was immediately aware of what was in store for her. She had served the coffee and sat down opposite him. He took her hands in his hands. She lowered her gaze; she had not fucked since the beginning of the siege, the last time with her husband, who had gone underground. "You came to fuck me!?" she asked, half questioningly. Ron nodded, he didn't need to say anything. They drank the coffee and she stood up resolutely. He followed her into the bedroom. She was naked, a beautiful young woman. "I was a true, chaste virgin when I got married. We only had a few days together, four nights only" she said, her eyes downcast. "I've only fucked half a dozen times in my life, maybe I can't do it properly yet." Ron pulled her onto the bed. "We'll see," he said gently. She let him fuck her willingly, but she was stiff as a stockfish. "My husband taught me to masturbate after our last fuck. Since then, I've masturbated every night until I'm exhausted." Ron nodded sadly. She was a beautiful woman, but she was no fun to fuck. He fucked her a second time, but she was useless.

With a pound of coffee in his hand, each one let him in. With the adult widows, neither words nor violence were needed. He fucked one after the other and was relaxed and satisfied when he lay down with Emily in the evening. It was good to fuck a known and familiar pussy. The young girls who opened up to him were not so easy to fuck. He often had to use force to be able to fuck the girl. He was ashamed, but he used force if she did not let him fuck her voluntarily. There were hundreds, even thousands of widows and girls, he just had to bend down and pick the flower.

He lived with Emily like brother and sister, like mother and son, like husband and wife. She remained his best and favorite, for many years.

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