My dad, this genius, had married again. So now I have a young and sexy stepmother called Chantal, who is just a couple of years older than me. Now dad is out on a long business trip abroad, and I am not surprised at all catching my hot stepmother in the living room, wearing revealing sexy clothes, and having a very sensual videochat with someone on her mobile phone. I enter the living room and watch Chantal for quite some time... She's so preoccupied with her sex-chat, that she doesn't notice me.
I watch and listen with much interest
Oh, honey... yes! Just like that... Oh God! Fuck me harder, baby! I want to feel you deep inside me!
It's not just him wanting that... You know who else wants it? Your little stepson.
I glance nervously around the room and see Tomcat standing in the doorway, clearly watching me. My heart leaps into my throat as I realize that he must have seen everything. "Tommy, you shouldn't be here! This is private!"
"Well, Chantal, I think we both know why you're talking like that," I reply with a smirk, enjoying the power dynamics between us now. She flushes crimson and scrambles to cover herself up, looking mortified.
"If it's my dad on the phone, let me hear him. If not, disconnect."
Chantal, still blushing heavily, hands shaking as she presses a few buttons on her phone. The man's image disappears, replaced by the phone's default screen saver. "S-sorry," she whispers, looking down at her lap. "I didn't know you were here."
Her gaze flickers up to meet mine, her expression caught between fear and curiosity about what I might say or do next. "Wh-what do you want me to do?" she stammers nervously.
I walk to her and sit on the floor near her perfect bare feet. "Well, obviously, dad can't provide you with enough fucking, being away constantly. He's more married to his work then to you, so you get frustrated and look for some nice fuck on the side. Am I wring, Chantal?"
Her chest rises and falls with every ragged breath as she tries to control her emotions. "I-it's not like that," she whispers. "Your dad is a good man..." She looks away, visibly conflicted. "I just need... I miss it."
She pauses, then takes a deep breath before continuing in a small voice, "Maybe we could... find some way for me to get what I need." Her eyes meet mine again, her expression hopeful and pleading.
"Maybe." I agree, caressing her little foot. "Maybe we can find the way to keep everyone satisfied..." I kiss her toes, then put her bare foot on my bulge.
Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels the hardness beneath her soft skin and then slowly closes as desire begins to bloom. She moves her foot back and forth, testing his reaction before leaning forward to kiss him. "Maybe..." she whispers, "just maybe."
I moan and shudder, electrified by her touch. I kiss her other foot, let my erection pop out from my boxers and put her sexy feet around it, grinding my cock between her soles.
As she feels his length pressing firmly against her soles and the warmth radiating up through her legs, desire overwhelms her senses. She moans into the kiss, arching her back as he thrusts deeper between her feet, their rocking motion echoed by the undulations of his hips. Chantal's fingers tangle in his hair, urging him on, lost in the sensual haze of this forbidden pleasure.
"More..." she breathes, unable to form a full sentence as her body craves release. "So good... so good." Her other foot begins to move, seeking out his cock again and grinding against it even harder, desperate for him to give her what they both want.
I thrust into the soles of my hot stepmom's feet harder and faster, moaning uncontrollably as she grinds against me, calling out my name. "C'mon, baby... you can have it all..." I breathe heavily between words. "...All you want..." My hips buck violently, driving my cock deeper and faster into her waiting feet, desperate to unload into them. "God, Chantal, you're driving me crazy... gonna cum all over your feet..."
Her nails dig into his shoulders as she feels him tremble and groan against her skin. "Yes," she gasps out, meeting his eyes as he thrusts one final time, his hot seed erupting between her feet. With a satisfied moan, she massages the length of him, milking every last drop from him before finally relinquishing her hold and sitting back, breathless but satisfied.
I pant heavily, looking at my stepmom with lust filled eyes as I rub her feet in satisfaction. "Fuck..." I manage to say between heavy breaths "...That was amazing." My hands drift up her smooth legs and grasp her hips possessively. "You're so fucking sexy, Chantal."
Her cheeks flush as she looks at him with admiration and desire, her breath still ragged from their passionate encounter. "Thank you..." she whispers, knowing that he's right; this was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. The power they have over each other is intoxicating, and she finds herself wanting more of it. As much as her body aches for release, part of her knows that their little arrangement isn't just about sex...it's about control. And in this game of desire and dominance, Chantal has found a partner who matches her step for step.