[The Stepmother's Help] (Chapters 1 & 2) Translated work Translator: sisentity

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Chapter 1
It was well past midnight when I got home after my last date with Sarah, my ex-girlfriend. Suppressing the urge to tell her to "go to hell" and make her walk home, I drove her home. Being dumped was painful enough, but having to drive her home was an added insult to injury. I shook my head as I pulled into the garage. This was the second time in a year I'd been dumped for the same reason.
I opened the door quietly, hoping not to wake anyone. I walked past my stepsister Liz's door and turned the corner. I heard a creaking sound coming from my father and stepmother's room, like a snitch: as usual, they were doing something frantically. I remembered the first time I realized what that sound was, how arousing my father and stepmother were when they made love. But now, listening to their hour-long sex night after night only eroded my remaining confidence.
I went back to my room and closed the door. I could barely hear the bed creaking through the air conditioner vent in my room, but I knew they were still making love. I took off my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a pretty good guy, and girls were always interested in me. But now, two girlfriends had dumped me for the same reason, making me question whether I could still solve my "problem." I lay down, trying to clear my mind, but I still needed to listen to my dad fucking my stepmother for another twenty minutes.
I woke up late the next morning. It was Sunday, and my dad was out playing golf as usual. When I came downstairs, Liz was having breakfast with my stepmother, Annie. Annie was smiling sweetly, her hair disheveled—I knew it was the result of a long night of frenzied sex. Liz smiled at me, but I suspected that smile meant trouble. Liz and I weren't close, even though we were the same age and went to the same local university. Annie served me breakfast and put it on the table. As she prepared breakfast for me, I caught a glimpse of her cleavage through her loose t-shirt. Annie's breasts were beautiful, and I peeked at them as much as possible before my eyes met Liz's. Liz squinted, clearly having caught me peeking at her mother's breasts. I knew Liz was incredibly jealous of her mother's figure, even though she was beautiful herself. They both had blonde hair and bright blue eyes, but Annie was curvaceous, while Liz had the softer figure of a tennis player. I didn't have a specific type, but I found both women alluring, and I envied my dad for being able to enjoy Annie every night.
"How was your date?" Annie asked sweetly, sitting down to join us. I shrugged, not wanting to say anything more about it, but Liz was ready for a barrage.
"Oh, he got dumped," Liz said.
“Liz!” her mother yelled at her, trying to stop her.
“It’s true,” Liz continued, her eyes shining. “Sarah told me this morning.
I guess this is what I deserve for dating Liz’s friend.” I didn’t say anything and continued eating my breakfast quietly. The atmosphere was awkward, and I kept trying to avoid Annie’s eyes. However, she paused, cleared her throat, and tried to ease the tension.
“Liz, don’t be like this,” she said. “Mike, honey, are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, looking into her eyes. She seemed genuinely concerned for me, unlike her wretched, grinning daughter. “I guess we were never a good match.
” “That’s not what I heard,” Liz prepared for her final attack. I didn’t know how much she actually knew, but before I could tell her to shut up, she blurted out, “Sarah said you never last a minute during sex!”
“Shut up!” I yelled at her.
I stood up, dumped the food in the trash before Annie could intervene, and rushed out of the kitchen. I grabbed my keys and drove out of the garage a few seconds later amidst Liz's mocking laughter. I drove around for a while, listening to the loudspeaker, trying to convince myself that Liz was lying. But she wasn't, and that was what hurt me the most. With Sarah, and before her with Kristin, every time we made love, I would lose control and ejaculate almost immediately upon penetration. I tried everything to delay orgasm, but nothing worked. At first, every girl was patient, even understanding, but as time went on, I could feel increasing frustration until they each came up with some lame excuse to get rid of me.
And now they'd told their friends, including my stepsister. If I didn't do something, I'd be labeled a "one-minute man." But I didn't know what to do.
An hour later, I returned home. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Liz's car wasn't there; I didn't want to deal with her anymore. I went inside and found Annie sitting in a chair in the living room, waiting for me.「我没有。」我哀怨地说。从十年前ａｎｎｉｅ和我爸爸结婚开始，我就一直觉得跟她很亲近，而我的问题也开始折磨我。「我是认真的，ｌｉｚ不是在开玩笑。」
「嗯。」ａｎｎｉｅ停下来思考了一下，然后说，「这话从你继母口中说出来会很怪异，但是你可以学习如何……嗯，坚持的久一些。」
我抬起头充满希望地看着她，她点了点头，「这是真的。我以前有过一个男朋友，每次只能坚持一分钟，甚至更短。但是一段时间以后我教会他如何持久，然后所有事情都变的非常好了。比好更好，甚至。」
「真的吗？」我问。「但有没有什幺书，或者什幺教程我可以看到。或者网上的什幺东西？任何东西都是个帮助。」
她摇了摇头。「我不知道。我敢打赌你已经搜遍了互联网却没有找到任何有用的东西。这需要一些耐心，和时间。」她站了起来，弯腰在我额头亲了一下。「有耐心点，事情会变好的。你只是需要找到一个好老师。」
她走开了，她圆圆的屁股以她一直特有的近乎催眠的方式摇晃着，我冲她说，「你确定我可以学到？」
她转过身来，笑嘻嘻地。「如果你爸爸可以学到，那你也可以。」她眨了下眼睛说，然后走上了楼。
我在楼下坐了一段时间，有些傻眼。如果我爸爸可以每天晚上操ａｎｎｉｅ那幺久，那对我来说就是有希望的。我心里充满了一种可能性的感觉，那种每次我跟一个女孩做爱时有的，却最终跑掉的感觉。我脑子里也充满了ａｎｎｉｅ正在我爸爸做爱的画面，床的吱呀声，以及ａｎｎｉｅ偶尔的呻吟声。如果她可以教会我爸爸做那些，那幺对我来说还是有希望的。
当然，有一个问题。我需要找到一个人愿意教我如何持久。这不是一个可以在第一次约会就要求的能力。ｓａｒａｈ和ｋｒｉｓｔｉｎ在一开始都有足够有耐心，但她们都没有什幺好的办法可以帮我。我只能求ａｎｎｉｅ告诉我她是怎幺教会爸爸的。
想到这里，我意识到如果她愿意，ａｎｎｉｅ可以告诉我如何保持持久。我是说，她说了她教会了爸爸，但那不代表她没办法至少解释她是怎幺做到的。我和她已经有过包括性在内的开诚布公的谈话，问问她又能怎幺样呢？
下定决心，我走上了楼。我父母的房间有一个面向后院的小阳台，我在那里找到了她。她在看书，在我敲了敲开着的门以后，她抬头看我，然后把书放在旁边的桌子上。
「什幺事？」她问道。
我做了个深呼吸，决定利用我拥有的每一份信息。「ａｎｎｉｅ。」我说。「我想让你告诉我你是如何教会我爸爸持久的。求你了。」
她顿了顿，脸上挂着真实的惊讶，然后轻柔地说，「ｍｉｋｅ，这不是我可以用话语来解释的。我其实是手把手教的他。如果我可以告诉你，我会的。但是我想我无法帮助你。」
我脸沉了下来，她注意到了。她接着说，「我是说，这不是说我可以手把手教你。」她站起来，来回走着，往窗外望了一分钟然后转过来面对我，「我也希望我能帮忙。」
「嗯。」我说，试图用一个笑话来缓解气氛，「你可以手把手教我啊，如果那样会更有效的话。」
「不。」她平淡地说，很明显没有领会我试图幽默的意图。她一言不发大步走出了房间。还没等我追她，我已经听到了大门的关门声。她出去了，留下我自己，感觉比早上还要糟糕。
我试着在晚上ａｎｎｉｅ回家后跟她谈话，但她很坚决地避开了我。等到ｌｉｚ和爸爸回家的时候，我已经开始担心我永远地破坏了我和继母的关系。晚餐和晚上剩下的时间难以忍受的不舒服，我没有浪费更多时间，找了个蹩脚的借口上床早睡。我坐在自己的房间里，看书，试图让我的注意力从与女人的问题以及现在与继母的紧张关系上转移开。我如此沉醉于自己的想法，以至于几乎没有注意到本来很熟悉的父母床上传来的吱呀声。
「太好了。」我叹了口气对自己说，聆听着爸爸新一轮对我继母的抽插。我看了看表。刚刚十点半，对他们来说有点早。在我看书而持续的做爱声从通风口传来时，我想到了ａｎｎｉｅ。她很生气，以至于我能看出来。我想知道该怎幺样弥补她，如果还可以的话。我对她显然太过分了。也许做些繁重的家务会让我回到她的石榴裙下。她一直想让爸爸刷前院栅栏的漆。也许我可以给她一个惊喜。
我的思绪一直在徘徊，我停下了琢磨如何弥补ａｎｎｉｅ，而只是在想ａｎｎｉｅ。她一直很风趣，甜蜜。但她又很曲线玲珑，我能看出爸爸为什幺如此被她吸引。ａｎｎｉｅ每天晚上被插的想法一直在我脑海里，而当他们做爱的声音持续传来，我发现自己硬了，仅仅是想到她就硬了。我正要把手伸进自己的短裤里，通风口的声音却停了。我停了停，指尖刚好低过我的腰带，用力听着。我看了下表，有些抑郁地发现已经十一点二十了。我爸爸刚操了ａｎｎｉｅ五十分钟，我却无法坚持五十秒。我正要继续自己撸管来放松自己一些，这时传来了敲门声。
我把手从裤子里掏出来，坐了起来。在低声说「进来」之前我用尽了办法掩饰我的勃起。然后门打开了，ａｎｎｉｅ往房间里瞄了一眼。
「忙吗？」她低声说。她的头发蓬乱，穿着一件爸爸的ｔ恤作为睡衣。我摇了摇头，她走了进来。我房里的灯开着，在她关门的一刻我能辨认出她内裤的轮廓，而在她转身时我发现她没有戴胸罩。我已经开始变软的鸡巴，又开始变硬了。
我动了动，用一个毯子盖住了我的反应。
ａｎｎｉｅ在我旁边坐了下来。她肤色健美的长腿搭在床边，用手撑着床往后靠着。我试着不去盯着她的乳房，但是她的乳头依然硬着，我像往常一样，偷窥了尽可能多的时间，又琢磨着自己不会被抓到。
「今天早上。」过了一会她开始说，「在我们谈到你的……问题时。你问我能不能演示给你。」我想开口但她阻止了我。我看着她，能看出来她有考虑好的想法。她的头发因为刚刚的性爱显得很蓬乱，而我意识到她刚刚还在猛烈地被操，现在却很平静地跟我谈话。我在想爸爸是不是射在了她里面，如果是，那些东西是不是正在慢慢地从她身体里滴出来。我的思绪一下子被带了回来，她又开始说话了。
「我不喜欢你的笑话。」她平静地说。她不生气，我能看出来。但ａｎｎｉｅ不会让这些东西平静地待在那里，过后再来烦扰她。「我知道你需要帮助，但看在上帝的份上，ｍｉｋｅ，我是你的继母。」
「我知道。」我说，紧张的窃窃私语让我的声音有些撕裂。「这就是我为什幺问你。我总是在遇到问题时问你。而当你说你知道怎幺帮助的时候，我怎幺可能不问呢？你不可能在我面前说那些，又指望我静静地接受它。」
她顿了顿，考虑了一会。「好吧，你说的对，」她说，「我不能责怪你问我。但你知道我不能像帮你爸爸一样帮你。我是说……」她停顿了一下，红着脸。「这不仅仅是一个教程，这是手把手地教。」
她脸又红了，扭过头去，然后开始悄悄笑了起来。我也笑了，虽然我趁着她目光移开的机会又无可指责地看了她的乳房。当她转过来面对我时，我的眼睛从她乳房上移开的慢了一些。她看了看我，没说什幺，继续对我说，「对不起我这一整天都在避开你。」
「没关系。」我说，「很抱歉我让你不开心了。」
「一开始我不开心，但后来我想了想，觉得又有些好笑。不是你的问题，亲爱的，而是你要求的。然后，我承认，我考虑了你的请求。」
「因为这个你跟爸爸做爱比平时开始的早？」我问。她脸红着笑了。我们曾经就他们的性爱生活开过很多次玩笑，而她玩笑似地拍打我的肩膀。
「嗯。」她说，「我猜我会被说到这个。」她往后仰着，伸展了下身体，而在她往下看时她看到了我所担心的床单下我的勃起。她很快就移开了目光，但我能看出来她看到了。我正要说些道歉的话，她坐了起来，转过脸对着我。
「好吧。」她说，「也许我现在因为刚刚爽过心情不错，或者也许我在犯一个天大的错误，但我会帮你的。一点点。」她很快加上。「我会给你一些指点，提出一些问题，好吗？」
「好。」我说，不知道该说些其他的什幺。我不知道她是不是在开玩笑，或者她说的是不是我所希望的。她站起来，慢慢地伸懒腰打哈欠。她的ｔ恤被挑起来，我能看到越来越多的她的大腿，直到终于看到她粉红内裤的一瞥。她的腿微微张开，内裤像是被浸泡过，我猜爸爸射在了她里面。她附身向前，把她的手臂放在我的肩膀上，直直地看着我的眼睛。
「我们明天开始。」她说。「你要按我说的做，我怎幺说你就怎幺做，明白吗？」我点了点头，她继续说。「你不能告诉任何人这件事情。而且你必须如实回答我问的任何问题。」
我又点点头，她站了起来。她把手放在臀部，然后说。「你爸爸和ｌｉｚ明天大部分时间不在家，我们早上就可以开始。
她给了我个惊喜，附身靠近我，亲了亲我的额头，然后开始走出门。她中途停了下来，转过身来。「早上见。」她走进大厅，关上了我的门。我把手伸进内裤开始自己撸管；我甚至在她还没有回到她的房间就射了。
第二章
第二天我早早起来，想知道ａｎｎｉｅ是不是只是作为报复我的一种方式在跟我开玩笑。我在房间里来回转了几圈，直到我听到一辆，然后两辆车离开车库。我换了衣服，在镜子前停留了两次，然后下了楼。
ａｎｎｉｅ正在厨房等我。她穿着紧身的黑丝瑜伽裤和运动胸罩，看起来刚刚锻炼完。她的皮肤闪闪发光，硕大的乳沟直直地对着我。「我想你在琢磨这个，但昨晚我不是在跟你开玩笑。我会给你一些指点。」
「谢谢。」我说，搞得她笑了起来。
「我不敢相信我在跟你讨论这个。」她说。她跳着坐到厨房的台子上，乳房因此而摇摆不定。「你吃早餐的时候我会问你一些问题。」
我给自己搞了一些食物，间或看看她。她期待地看着我，但直到我早餐吃了一半才开始说话。
「那个，嗯。」她顿了顿，咬着嘴唇。「你总是会很快就射吗？然后，你只是在跟女孩做爱时射的快吗？自己自慰的时候会不会持久些？」
「嗯。」我脸红地说。「跟你说这个很怪异。是的，所有时候都是，不管是我自己自慰还是跟女孩做爱。」大声把这些说出来感觉很屈辱，但ａｎｎｉｅ一直都很帮助我，所以跟她说起来也很自然。
「好吧。」她说，放松了一些。「还有其他的什幺让你烦恼的吗？比如说，有没有什幺无法勃起的障碍？」
「天哪，没有。」我说，她大笑。「一起看起来都还好。我是说，就我自己知道的。你觉得是生理问题？」
「不是。」她说。「我想你只是下面太敏感了，而且你可能想东西太多了。你爸爸一开始也是这样。」
「不管怎幺样。」她继续说，「我肯定你不想谈论你爸爸。」她从台子上跳下来，又给了我一次乳房秀。对她这个年纪的女人来说，她的小腹很平坦，她穿的衣服也让我很开心。她坐在餐桌上，腿慢慢地摇摆。「好吧。」她说。「我还没就这个事情想太多，你想怎幺开始呢？」
「我也还没考虑太多。」我承认，「我是说，除了在想你是不是认真的。」
「非常认真。」她笑着点点头。「我不想让你担心跟女孩做爱时能坚持多久。但是，嗯，我想开始的话……我想也许你应该脱掉你的短裤？让我看看它？」
「哦。」我说。不知道为什幺，我没有想到她会想看裸体的我。我停了停，她笑了，轻轻拍着她的膝盖。
「我见过太多了。」她说，「对我来说这不算什幺。」
「你见过多少个？」我假装愤怒地问。她笑了。
「看在上帝的份上，你就闭嘴然后把短裤脱掉吧ｍｉｋｅ。」她说，依旧在大笑。
我站起来，手有些发抖。我摸索着自己的短裤，开始把他们脱下来。她鼓励地看着我。我已经硬了，而在我把短裤脱掉的时候鸡巴就跳了出来，悸动着，准备就绪。ａｎｎｉｅ盯着它看了一会，没说什幺，然后抬头看着我说。
「好吧。」她实事求是地说，「来看看我们的家伙怎幺样。来吧，尽量试着坚持的长久。」
「现在？」我问道，被她说得惊得目瞪口呆。
「是的。」她简单地说。「现在。我现在想看看你能坚持多久。」
「这个……嗯，有点奇怪。你知道的，哪怕只是开始弄。」
「天哪。」她翻着眼睛笑着说。「这对我来说也很奇怪好吧？你就站在那里勃起着，我却告诉你自慰然后射精。但就像我说的，没什幺我以前没见过的。我的神啊，长大的过程中我不知道撞到我哥哥自慰多少次，我知道你们男生会做什幺。所以，开始吧，就现在。然后我就会知道我们的家伙是什幺样的。随便你想点什幺，开始吧。」
「好吧。」我说着，依然不确定。我低头看看她，她抬头满怀期待地看着我，我的鸡巴离她的乳房几英寸远跳动着。我低头看她的乳房，她们几乎要从她的运动胸罩中跳出来，我是那幺的想把我的鸡巴插入到她的双乳之间。我后退了一些，闭上眼睛开始撸。ａｎｎｉｅ什幺也没说，而我试图集中精力推迟我的爆发。
I don't know how long I lasted, but I quickly felt that familiar pleasure and realized I had come. I opened my eyes in surprise, but Annie was still staring at me as I masturbated. I suddenly ejaculated, panting heavily as I shot a large amount of semen towards her. She was sitting far enough away from me that spurts of semen landed on the kitchen floor between her legs. I bent my legs and continued to pant. I masturbated until I had nothing left, then slumped heavily into the chair. I had just masturbated in front of my stepmother.
"Okay," she said, looking at my limp penis and then at the semen on the floor. "I think it was pretty good."
"How long?" I asked, half-dazed.
"Not long," she said apologetically. "About three or four times. I'm sorry, honey. I know you might feel embarrassed. I need to know how sensitive you are before I can help you. You understand, right?"
I nodded, blushing. I reached for my shorts, but she stopped me.
"Wait," she said. “I’ve already seen it, you don’t need to cover it up anymore.” She stood up, grabbed a kitchen towel, and threw it onto the semen on the floor between us. She bent down and quickly wiped it clean. She left the kitchen, threw the towel into the washing machine, and then came back to sit in her chair. The atmosphere was awkward because I was wearing nothing but a t-shirt, while she thought it was perfectly normal, like she was seeing a doctor. This was definitely the strangest doctor’s visit ever.
“What are you thinking about when you’re, well, masturbating?” she asked cautiously. I avoided her gaze, but she persisted. “We agreed that you would tell me the truth and do as I say, right? So, tell the truth.”
“Milk.” I admitted.
“Whose?” she asked. I paused again, and she said to herself, “Mine?” As I nodded, she stood up with a smile. “Thanks for the compliment. Now that you’ve already ejaculated once, can you last longer the second time?”
“I don’t know,” I said, “I’ve never tried.”
“Try it now,” she said. "Can you get hard again?"
"Well…" I said, "I think I can try."
"Relax, think about something that arouses you. Like breasts. Maybe breasts in a sports bra?"
I laughed, deciding that she had just invited me to peek at her breasts. I looked at her breasts, and then she laughed again. I looked at her breasts, imagining myself fucking them, and soon I got hard.
"Good," she said, looking at me. "Can you masturbate again?"
I nodded and started masturbating. This time it lasted a little longer, six times. I ejaculated quickly, shooting the remaining semen onto her. A small amount hit her thigh, but she didn't react. I lowered my head in shame after I finished. Even the second time, I couldn't last even ten seconds.
Annie didn't say anything, just took another towel and wiped her legs clean. She walked to the kitchen counter, her back to me. She didn't speak for a few seconds, then turned to face me.
"I'm sorry," I said. “I got some on you.”
She waved her hand dismissively. “It’s normal,” she said. “You have no idea how many times I’ve gotten covered in it.
Okay, I want to solve your problem. You have a lot to do, but I think you can.”
I blushed, ashamed of my actions.
“Maybe masturbating in front of your stepmother doesn’t help much,” she said. “I know what we’re doing is weird. But I just want to help you.”
“I understand,” I said. “It’s just embarrassing, that’s all.”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed. Maybe I shouldn’t tell you this, but if it makes you feel better, I’ll tell you a secret. On my fourth or fifth date with your dad, we were flirting in my old house, and I decided I wanted to start having sex with him.”
She paused, blushing. "I can't believe I'm telling you this. But I just asked you to masturbate twice, so I guess it's nothing. Anyway, I pulled his dick out of his pants, grabbed it with my hand, and he came before I even put it in my mouth. I wasn't prepared at all, and he came all over my face.
"But I kept masturbating him until he was completely finished, and he was embarrassed when he finished because my face was dripping with semen. But he was a man, and he brought me to orgasm with his tongue, which was good too. It wasn't the first time someone had come on my face, but it was the first time I'd been covered in semen without any warning."
I looked down and realized I was hard again. She looked at me and thought for a moment. "You know the muscles you use to stop yourself from peeing? When you feel like you're about to ejaculate, squeeze them hard. Don't think about anything except how hard you're squeezing those muscles. Squeeze them so hard that your whole body feels tense, and see if you can last longer."
"Should I do it again?" I asked.
"No, thank you," she said, walking towards me. "I think we should call it a day. I'm going to have lunch with some friends. Remember what I said, practice more. Maybe we'll see improvement in a few days."
Annie pulled me up and kissed my cheek. When she kissed me, her lower abdomen brushed against my penis. A small amount of semen stuck to where we touched. She looked there, looked at me, didn't say anything, and went upstairs.
I put on my shorts, sat back in my chair, and pondered. I had just masturbated, twice, in front of Annie. And she had given me "next lesson" homework. Just the thought of next time made me smile.
"Mike..." Annie called me from upstairs. I rushed upstairs; her bedroom door was open. I went in and heard her calling my name from the bathroom. I knocked on the door, and she answered, "Could you get me a bottle of shampoo from the cupboard?"
"Sure," I replied, getting the shampoo. I slowly opened her bathroom door.
“It’s alright,” she said. “The glass is all fogged up.” Annie and my dad’s shower had glass doors. The room was fogged up, the shower and mirror were shrouded in mist, but I could still see her shapely figure through the shower door. She reached out and took the shampoo from my hand; through the fog, I could vaguely see the outline of her breasts.
“Thank you,” she said.
“No, thank you,” I said. “Such a beautiful sight.”
“Ha,” she said, “How funny. Now let’s go.”
I turned to leave, but as I reluctantly looked away from her, I glanced down at the counter. Her workout clothes and hairdryer were lying together. I stopped and looked at the black cotton underwear she had just been wearing. The underwear was completely soaked.
I smiled and took one last look at her body before leaving.
(To be continued)
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