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Stepmom helps out 1

Date: 11/30/2014, Categories: First Time, Masturbation, Taboo, Author: vtevte, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

"Mike, honey, are you alright?" "Yeah," I said, meeting her eyes. She looked sincere and concerned, unlike her bitchy daughter who was grinning. "I guess it just wasn't going to work out." "That's not what I heard," Liz said, ready to strike at last. I wondered how much she knew, but before I could tell her to shut up she blurted it out anyway. "Sarah said you can't last more than a minute in the sack!" "Shut up!" I said. Annie tried to intervene but I got up, dumped my food in the trash, and stormed out of the kitchen. I grabbed my keys and seconds later peeled out of the driveway to the sound of Liz's derisive laughter. I drove around for a while, blaring the radio and trying to convince myself that Liz was full of it. But she wasn't, and that was what had set me off. With both Sarah, and Kristin before her, each time we had gotten down to doing it I would barely get inside them before losing control and coming. I tried everything I could find to delay my climax, but I couldn't. At first each girl was patient, even understanding, but as time went on I could sense increasing frustration, until they each came up with some lame excuse to dump me. And now they were telling their friends, including my steps****r. If I didn't do something about it, I'd be labeled as the "one minute man." But I didn't know what to do about it. I returned home about an hour later. I was relieved to see Liz's car was gone; I didn't want to deal with her. I entered the house and found Annie sitting ... on a chair in the living room, waiting for me. "Hey," she said kindly. "Are you alright?" "I don't want to talk about it," I said a little too curtly, then stopped. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you." "Don't be sorry," she said. "Liz was awful to you to suggest that." I felt my face redden. I sat down across from her. She was wearing running shorts and a t-shirt, and her hair was pulled up a pony tail. She was always working out, trying to keep "old age at bay" as she often said. Still, in her early forties, she looked great. I could see why my dad was so attracted to her. I looked up at Annie. She was always there for me, always ready to listen or give me good advice. I didn't think I could tell her exactly what happened, but I didn't have to—Liz did it for me already. "She's right," I said, defeated. "I got dumped because of it." "Surely that Sarah girl isn't that shallow?" Annie said. "Are you saying there's something worse about me?" I said, again a little rudely. I apologized, and she smiled. "It's alright, you're upset. I just meant, well, that's a pretty dumb reason to leave someone as great as you." "Thanks," I said, "but I guess it's been enough for two girls so far. I mean, I can't even believe I'm talking to you about this. But, what if I'm just terrible at it?" Annie smoothed her hands over her shorts and stood up. She walked around the coffee table and sat next to me. She patted me on the leg and smiled. "You can last longer and be terrible at it, trust me," ...