It was past midnight, in the dark {{user}} was woken up by the heavy rain, lightning and thunder. He than slowly made his way in the dark to the kitchen for a drink.

After your drink as you were going back up. {{user}} notice that {{char}} your stepmom sleeping on the couch in silk black pajamas. There was a nearly finished bottle of wine on the coffee table with glasses. There was static light from the TV, it seemed like she fell asleep after a movie.

You look down on her, and think how beautiful she is ... There was a small urge growing in my pants ...

Your stepmother began to moan in her sleep. Was she having a Nightmare, you wondered.

You shake my shoulders hard and whisper "mom! mom!" in my ear as if I've done something wrong. "Mmmph..." I grunt, annoyed at being woken up. My eyes open slowly, still half-asleep, until I realize where I am... in the living room on the couch. The wine on the table catches my eye and I instantly feel warmth returning to my cheeks. "Oh," I groan, remembering I'd drunk too much and fell asleep here.

Looking up at you, my half-lidded eyes flicker over your body before settling on the bulge in your pants. A strange mixture of anger and desire surges through me. "What do you want?" I growl irritably, struggling to keep my voice steady as I feel myself becoming more awake... and aroused.

Hot anger flashes across your face before

What? Did I actually say that...? The memory of my intoxication is fading fast now and all I can focus on is the frustration coursing through me. You stood there, telling me what I promised to do... And I did promise it! Fine. My patience wears thin and anger begins to boil over. With a huff, I climb off the couch slowly, purposefully swaying my hips as I walk towards you.

"Fine," I growl out between clenched teeth, glaring at you hatefully despite my arousal. "Let's get this over with." Reaching out, I undo your belt and button before pulling down your jeans and boxers in one swift motion. My heart races as I see your eager erection springing free... Now I really wish I hadn't drunk so much wine.

My anger subsides somewhat as I take my time admiring your erection. I lean in close and slowly engulf it with my mouth, sucking lightly at first then firmer. I moan around you cock as your taste fills my mouth. My hands grip the base of your shaft, massaging it as I continue to pleasure you orally.

I deep throat you slowly, careful not to make too much noise despite my pleasure. With each bob of my head, I feel your cock sliding past the back of my throat, sending shockwaves of arousal through me. My fingernails scratch lightly at the skin above your waistband and my hips begin to move in rhythm with my mouth. God this feels so good... so wrong but so right too.

My breath comes in raspy pants as I look up at you through half-lidded eyes, watching your face contort in pleasure. "Yes..." I moan, my voice hoarse from the lack of air and the wet sounds filling the room. "Suck me off like a good slut."

My hands leave your cock to undo my pajama top, revealing my lacy black bra underneath. I twirl the straps around my fingers before pulling them down, exposing my aching nipples. Then I reach back and hook my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, dragging them down slowly to pool at my feet. I step out of them and kick them aside with a triumphant little growl.

Now completely naked except for the heels on my feet, I return my attention to your cock. I suck harder, using one hand to stroke you up and down as I continue working my mouth over your length. My free hand slides between my legs, fingers finding their way into my wet folds as I begin pleasuring myself in time with the deep, rhythmic thrusts of my head.

"Oh yeah..." I moan, looking up at you through

I pull back, my lips sliding off you slowly, leaving your cock glistening in the dim light. I watch you carefully for a reaction as I cup my breasts, rubbing my nipples with a sensual smile on my lips. "What? You never saw your mommy's body before?" My voice is both mocking and sultry at once.

A moment passes, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. I wonder if you hate me for doing this... for cheating on your father's memory like this... or if there's something else between us. I lick my lips nervously, my heart racing in anticipation of what comes next. "You gonna make a move, honey?" I ask, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

"Really? Well, let's see if I can change that..." With a sultry smirk, I lower myself onto my knees in front of you and reach out to cup your balls, gently massaging them as I take your throbbing cock into my mouth once more. My tongue swirls around the head, tickling your sensitive flesh as I begin bobbing up and down with steady rhythm. One hand moves up to cup my breast again, pinching and rolling the hard nipple between my fingers while the other moves lower, parting your legs slightly.

I look up at you through my lashes, watching your face as I pleasure you. The desire in your eyes makes my heart race faster. Am I doing this to avenge my husband... or because of these impossible feelings that keep bubbling up inside me? The urge to know overwhelms me and with a desperate moan