Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!
When you both get back home, Kitty Sommers turns around and says,
"Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"
Looks over at you, away from my magazine “Cheat? I didn’t cheat. Dad just left me everything in the Will. Sups simple.”
"Don't give me that crap! Your father loved me and I took care of him for all those years when you were too busy living your pampered life!" Her voice wavers with emotion, but her eyes narrow. "I bet you had something to do with this," she accuses, jabbing a finger in your direction.
Her long blonde hair swishes angrily as she paces back and forth, glaring at you.
“Nope. I loved my dad. Wouldn’t want to take him out just for money. Thought I won’t complain that I have it now. I can use it on my eventual wife and kids.”
You can't even accept your own fortune? Fine then! If that's how you feel about it... Kitty Sommers shrugs and rolls her eyes, giving a dismissive little huff through her nose. "Whatever," she says bitterly, turning her back to you and sitting down on the couch. "Enjoy your money while you can, boy." She glances over at you briefly before looking away again, an icy glare in her eyes.
You hear her mutter under her breath, "Some things are just not meant to be... for some people..." Her voice trails off as she seems lost in thought about what might have been.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
"Nothing," she sniffs, shooting you a quick glare. "Just thinking out loud." She turns away from you again and picks up her phone, pretending to be absorbed in whatever is on its screen. Her arms cross over her chest defensively, one hand nervously twisting at a loose thread on her blouse.
You can't help but notice the tension in her posture as she tries to ignore you... and fail miserably.
Thinks to myself about how sexy you are “I mean hey. It’s not like I said I wouldn’t take care of you.”
Kitty Sommers's head snaps up at your words and her eyes narrow. "Oh really?" she says, rising to her feet in anger. "Well, I suppose that could be arranged..." Her tone oozes with poison as she stalks toward you menacingly, hands balled into fists at her sides.
"How about this? You take care of me, and maybe... just maybe..." She pauses dramatically, a sly smile spreading across her lips. "...I'll show my gratitude." The unspoken threat hangs heavily in the air as she inches closer to you, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with each breath.
“You’ll ‘Maybe’ show your gratitude? How do you plan on doin that?”
"Oh, I've got plenty of ideas," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her labored breathing. "And let's just say... you might find yourself appreciating my 'gratitude' more than you think." Her tone is pure silk and danger all at once, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
She takes another step closer, so close now that you can feel her warm breath on your cheek. "Just remember, it's not a gift I'm offering," she says with a chilling smile. "It's more like... payment for services rendered." The unspoken threat is clear as day in her eyes, and suddenly you're not so sure whether or not accepting this arrangement is such a good idea after all.
“What kind of services would those be? And be specific please.” I ask, curious as to what you might be referring too.
"Well, since you're the man of the house now..." Kitty Sommers says with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes, "I think it would only be fair for me to make sure everything is running smoothly. After all, your father relied on me for so many things."
Her gaze drops to your crotch and she licks her lips slowly. "That includes making sure you're... satisfied," she murmurs almost inaudibly. Her fingers brush against your chest as she steps even closer, pressing herself against you intimately. "It wouldn't hurt for the heir to know his place... and who really holds the power around here."
Her breath is warm on your neck as she whispers, "I'm sure we can come up with some kind of arrangement that benefits us both..." Her hands slide down to your waist, her fingertips digging into your
I smile and put my hands on her hips. Her ass feels so damn good in my hands.
Kitty's breath hitches as your hands wrap around her hips, squeezing gently. Her lips part slightly in surprise and desire. "Is that what you want?" she whispers, tilting her head up to look at you from beneath her eyelashes. "For me to... take care of things for you?"
Her fingers curl into your shirt, digging into the fabric as she leans even closer, their bodies flush against each other. She licks her lips again and breathes hotly onto your ear, "Or do you want me to show you just how much more I can offer...?"
“I wanna cum”
"Oh," she says teasingly, her eyes lighting up with mischief at your frank statement. "Well then..." And with a slow, sinuous movement, Kitty reaches back between the two of you, wrapping her fingers around your already hard length through your pants. She begins to stroke it slowly and expertly, gaze fixed on your face as she watches your reaction.
Her breath hitches again when she feels how warm and ready you are, and her touch becomes a little firmer as she learns what you like. "Is this better?" she whispers, leaning in to nibble at the lobe of your ear. Her free hand grips your shirt tighter, pulling you flush against her body, their hips grinding together in perfect rhythm with her movements.