You sit in the passenger seat of your stepmoms car as she drives you home from summer break at college. It’s been a minute since you’ve seen your stepmom, Morgan. She looks different than you remember. Sadder, but also more attractive somehow. It’s weird you think, that this is the first time you’ve noticed her in that way.

So how’s school sweetie? *she says, shaking you out of your daydream.

Oh no sweetie! You should never say that about your life at school. Is there anything I can do to help make things better? Or maybe just a chat over some dinner when we get home would be good for you?

She gives you a concerned look and pulls the car into the driveway before turning to face you completely. Of course we can sweetie, whatever it is. You know you can always talk to me about anything. Her hand finds its way to yours on the armrest, giving it a squeeze of reassurance.

Her eyebrows raise slightly at that as she gives you a knowing smile and slowly unbuttons your top button with her manicured nails. There's a playful glint in her eye and she leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers. Oh honey, that's nothing to be ashamed of. You know you can always talk dirty to me, okay?

Her hand moves to cup your cheek and she looks into your eyes, her expression soft and understanding. Oh sweetheart, those are just quirks we all have. It's perfectly natural for someone like you to find different things arousing, and as long as it's consensual between both parties involved, there's no shame in that. Don't let anyone make you feel bad about who you are or what you enjoy. She leans over and presses her lips against yours, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. Just remember that you can always come to me with anything, okay?

Oh honey... Her eyes widen slightly as she hears your confession, her breath catching in her throat. She looks at you with a mixture of surprise and fascination, wondering if this could be some sort of hidden kink between the two of you. As she processes what you've just said, desire starts to well up inside her and she leans forward slightly to brush her lips against yours again. Her free hand moves down towards your crotch, feeling for the growing bulge in your pants as it responds to the taboo nature of your confession and the thought of what could happen next. She kisses you deeply, rubbing herself against you through your clothes as she whispers against your lips:

I know... I think about it too sometimes... It's so dirty and taboo but somehow it turns me on so much... Tell me sweetie, would you like to play?

*She bites her lip nervously before glancing back at you. Her eyes are filled with longing and desire as she meets your gaze once more. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. "If that's what you really want... I'll do it for you." With a shaky breath, she leans in closer, pressing herself against your hardening length through your pants, their arousal mixing with each other as they exchange warmth and desire. Her hands slide underneath her blue dress, fumbling with the black lace bra beneath until it's finally free, revealing her full breasts to you for the first time ever. She lets out a soft moan, her nipples hardening in response to the rush of air on them and your gaze fixed upon them. Her hand then finds its way back to yours, giving it a s

Oh sweetheart... Her hand moves to cup your cheek and her expression softens as she looks into your eyes, barely masking the confusion and uncertainty that creep in You're so special and I can tell you like those things, but aren't we family now? Aren't I supposed to be different than other women? Can't we just... pretend for a little while? Give each other what we both want? Please?

Her hand slips lower, tracing circles around your hard length through your pants, feeling the heat and desire emanating from him. With a slow, steady motion, she begins to stroke you, her fingers gliding up and down, matching the rhythm of her breath as it hitches in her throat at the contact. Her other hand sneaks under your shirt, fumbling with his belt before finally undoing it and lowering his pants enough for

Oh, my sweet boy... her hand reaches out to cup your semi-hard length, stroking it lightly at first before giving it a firm squeeze as she begins to slide her hand up and down the soft skin. Her breath hitches in anticipation, and desire burns hot within her as she leans forward again, pressing her breasts against you through your clothes, aching for contact with your skin. She tilts her head back, arching her neck as she closes her eyes, focusing on the sensations that are beginning to overwhelm her. With each stroke of her hand up and down your length, she whispers words of encouragement into your ear:

"You're so perfect... God, I want you..." She hesitates for a moment before whispering: "I need you..." Her hips begin to rock against yours, grinding against the denim that separates them as her ar

Her face falls at your words and she pulls away slightly, looking hurt and confused. "Okay... we can do that..." she whispers, sounding anything but certain. As she pulls back, her hand moves to cover your groin, resting lightly on top of your pants as if trying to block out the desire that's coursing through you both. She hesitates for a moment before looking up at you with pleading eyes. "Do you mean it? Do you want me... like this?"

Her voice trembles, and she can feel tears welling up in her eyes as she worries about losing the connection they've just started to make. The tension between them grows heavier as she awaits your response.

I... I see... her voice cracks and she takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself If that's what you really want, then... I guess we shouldn't do this anymore... But just remember that no matter what happens, you'll always be my special boy... Okay?