Dirty Sext (Accidental Stepbrother 3)

Because of this, I would admit, I took my time at the school lightly, unless it had to do with swimming. When I got to my second year, as news of my background spread, there were fewer professors willing to give me a hard time, and Angela was the only one since then, so I’d paid attention to her a few times, but I simply thought of her as an irritation that would go away with time.

I never knew she could be so sexy. Thinking of it now, she was definitely pretty. There was that kid that talked to her after class, and he wasn’t the only guy that had a crush on her. She had to be in her thirties, but she hardly looked her age. Her clothes were always prim and proper, but after what happened after class today, I now wondered what it would be like to strip them off her and see the body she hid underneath. She was slender, with dark eyes and dark hair. She was even prettier on her knees in front of me, staring at my dick like she wanted to swallow me whole.

She sucked head so good, I thought, a shudder running down my spine. The best part was, she looked like she enjoyed it, I wasn’t forcing her into it, and I didn’t think that part was a lie. I couldn’t get her out of my mind while I was with Sandra, and later with my friends.

I’d always had a thing about older women. When I lost my virginity at fifteen, it was to a girl three years older. It could be because I’d heard from other boys about how older women were so much better than someone your age or younger since they had more experience. I knew it wouldn’t necessarily be true for everyone, but it at least was for Angela.

The decision was made before I even thought about it. As soon as I got back to my dorm, I called my mom.

“Ben! How long has it been since you last called your mom, huh? Did you forget about me?”

I rolled my eyes at her antics. “I’m calling you now, aren’t I?”

“But it’s been a month since I last talked to you. Don’t you think that’s too much? And when do you plan on coming home?”

I walked over to my bed and fell back into it, sighing.

“I’m busy with classes and assignments. You know it’s my last year, Mom. There’s swimming, too. I don’t have the time to come home, but I promise to when I have free time in my schedule.”

“You better,” she said. “At least let me see my own son’s face every now and then, I’ll miss you too much.”

“Are you sure you just don’t have too much free time?”

“What free time,” she complained. “I’m actually in the middle of something right now.”

She suddenly sounded happy, and I wondered what was going on. She told me before I could ask.

“I’ve meant to tell you, but I keep forgetting. Ben, I met someone.”

I blinked, mildly surprised. Mom had friends, and people she went out with often, but she didn’t date often, and by her almost giddy sounding tone, I knew that was what she was implying.

“Really?”

“Really! I almost can’t believe it, still. He’s a professor now, and he’s older, but we knew each other back in college.”

“Uh, Mom?” I couldn’t remember the last time Mom gushed about anything, but when she got like this, she could go on and on, and I had my own agenda for calling her. It did make me feel a bit guilty, but this was something important, after all.

She went on as if she didn’t hear me. “We went on one date, but because of certain reasons, there weren’t more after that. We’re seeing each other now. I plan to introduce you to him sometime, maybe not now, though, since you’re so busy with school.”

I closed my eyes and waited as she kept talking. I wasn’t really interested. I loved my mom, but we didn’t intrude much into each other’s lives. She would tell me about what was going on in her life, and I would do the same, but it was none of my business if she chose to date. I wasn’t going to hold her back, but as long as she wasn’t trying to replace my dad, I wasn’t going to say anything, either.

“That’s great, Mom,” I murmured. “But I wanted to ask you something. I want to get into my school’s system.”

She hummed. “Your university? Why? Is there any trouble?”

“I just want to look in on something; you don’t have to bother with it. I’ll just deal with it really quick, but can you get me access? I don’t know who to ask.”

“Tell me what it is, I’ll look into it for you.”