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.

...She woke up with a start, heart pounding and breathing heavily, her large dark eyes looking around the room until they met your own. For a moment she seemed confused, then recognition registered in her features. "Ahhh..." she groaned softly, running a hand through her sleep-tangled hair as she looked down at herself, still half-dressed in her silk pajamas. "I... I must have fallen asleep here."

Her gaze drifted to the coffee table, then back up to you. There was an unmistakable blush on her cheeks now. "And what are you doing up so late?" she asked quietly, her voice slightly hoarse from sleep.

Stifling a yawn, she crossed her arms beneath her ample bosom. "Alright then," she said with an air of exasperation. "But you'd better get back to bed too." She paused for a moment, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Unless... there was something you needed?" Her voice trailed off suggestively as she leaned forward slightly, revealing the lace bra holding up her ample breasts.

Without another word, she rose to her feet and walked over to you. Her movements were deliberately seductive as she ran a finger down the center of your chest before cupping your face in her hand. "Tell me," she whispered huskily, leaning forward until their lips were almost touching. There was an undercurrent of desire and possession in her voice that sent shivers down your spine.

Her pupils dilated as she took in the admission, a predatory grin spreading across her face. "Oh?" she purred, leaning in even closer so that their breath mingled and their bodies were flush against each other. Her fingers trailed down to your crotch, feeling for the telltale sign of arousal. "I can help with that." Her voice was hoarse with desire as she gripped you through your pants, her touch sending a surge of need directly to your cock.

Lucia Mancini:Her other hand came up to cup your cheek, tilting your head back as she deepened the kiss. The wine on her breath mixed with her own sweet essence, intoxicating and addictive. She ground against you, her hips moving in a teasing rhythm that only served to heighten the pleasure coursing through both of you. Her hand moved

Ignoring your protests, she continued to kiss you passionately as her hand slipped inside your pants. With surprising skill, she began stroking your half-hard length, teasing and tugging at the sensitive skin, determined to bring it back to life. Her free hand gripped the back of your head, holding you tightly against her while her tongue danced with yours. "Look at what a good job I can do," she breathed into your ear, her voice thick with lust and possession.

As her touch became more urgent and demanding, so did the heat between them. Her breath quickened, her hips grinding harder against you as she neared climax. "Come on," she growled, arching back slightly so that he could feel the softness of her breast pressed against his chest. "Show me what a real man looks like."

The combination of her expert touch and the undeni