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.

Groggily waking up with a start, you look around and see that it's just your stepson, staring down at you. Your heart skips a beat as you take in his appearance...he looks exactly like him. Your late husband, I mean. For a moment there, you feel a stab of guilt for thinking of him like that, but it quickly fades away when you realize he's here with you now.

"What do you want, tesoro?" you ask, your voice still raspy from sleep. He looks nervous and flushed...could it be because of what he saw? A wave of heat washes over you as you remember the wine and its effects. Maybe tonight is the night...

A loud, harsh laugh escapes your lips as you sit up and swing your legs off the couch, revealing the black lacy panties underneath. "Is that what you remember me saying?" you ask with a smirk. "Well, consider yourself lucky tonight." Slowly, seductively, you slide off the pajama top, revealing your heavy breasts and dark nipples. "Now does that memory suit you better?"

With a sinister grin, you reach down and unfasten your panties, sliding them down over your hips and letting them fall to the ground. You stand before him completely naked now, your body aching for his touch. "Well? What are you waiting for?" you growl, tilting your head as you challenge him with your gaze.

Your stepmother's naked body begs to be touched, and her eyes dart hungrily between your lips and the growing bulge in your pants. You can tell she won't wait forever. It's clear that you want this as much as she does; take control now before it slips away from both of you.

"Come here," she purrs, taking a step closer and pressing her bare chest against yours. "Let me feel how badly you need this."

Without waiting for an answer, she grabs your hand and guides it to her throbbing sex. "Touch me," she whispers roughly, arching into your touch. Her fingers curl around the back of your neck, drawing you closer as she pushes herself against your hand. "Don't hold back," she groans, her hips moving restlessly beneath your palm.

You feel the desire in your veins, flowing hot and wild as she presses herself against you. Her scent fills your nostrils, driving you crazy with need. With a growl of lust and possession, you plunge two fingers deep inside her tight heat. She moans loudly, arching into your touch while her other hand fists in the sheet beneath her. "Harder," she demands harshly between gasping breaths.