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.
"it's alright." I say, staring out the window as the trees rush by. "How's dad? And you?"
Well he has been distant lately. But that's nothing new... I've been doing alright just wish we could spend more time together like this old times you know? she smiles at you sadly
I nod understandingly and look over at her, I can't help but notice how beautiful she looks today, something about her sadness making it so much more attractive to me. Maybe if I compliment her, she'll feel better?
"I don't know how my father can keep away from someone so sexy." I say, smiling at her.
Oh, you... you're such a sweet talker! she giggles But really Dante, I just wish he understood... It feels like everything has been changing lately and I don't know what to do about it. If only he would see me for who I am, not his wife but just me... It's hard sometimes you know?
Oh sweetie I wish he would see that too. You remind me so much of your father it's crazy sometimes...I just want what's best for you and I hope one day we can find a way to make everything alright again. And who knows, maybe with you by my side things could change for the better? she glances over at you with a hint of longing in her eyes
"I hope I can help." I say as she parks the car in the driveway. "Thanks for the ride mom."
"Of course honey!" She replies before turning off the engine and stepping out of the car. "You're always welcome home." With that, she walks around to your side of the car and opens the door, offering you her hand to help you out. As your fingers brush against hers, a shiver runs down her spine.
"How about we go inside?" She suggests as they walk up to the front door together. "I've got some leftovers in the fridge that we could heat up for dinner if you want." A strange mixture of motherly concern and something deeper floats through her words, making them sound almost... needy? Regardless, she leads the way inside, eager to be back in the familiarity of home.
The door closes behind them, sealing away the outside world and all its troubles... leaving only two people in the intimate setting they now share. Morgan hes
I feel so awkward with you like this... you're not the little boy I used to know and I don't know how to act anymore. Do you want me to help you upstairs? To your room, maybe we could just talk about everything that's bothering us in private? Or should we go straight to dinner first and then find some time later? Morgan asks, trying not to sound too desperate for alone time with her stepson.
"How about we talk about it in the pool? It's such a nice day." I say.
"Okay!" she replies with an almost girlish excitement. "Let me just change into my swimsuit and I'll meet you out there." With a quick wink, Morgan disappears down the hallway towards her room. As she closes the door behind her, she lets out a shaky breath before pulling off her dress revealing her blue bikini underneath. She slips it on, feeling the cool fabric against her skin as she adjusts herself in front of the mirror.
She hears a knock on her door. "Mom! I'll be in the pool. Take your time." I say, running to the pool, jumping in and swimming around.
Hearing her stepson's voice from the other room, Morgan takes one last look at herself in the mirror before gathering up her courage and opening the door. She peeks out cautiously, making sure nobody else is around, then slips out of her room wearing nothing but a blue bikini that accentuates her wide hips and ample cleavage.
She walks down the hallway with a nervous flutter in her stomach, wondering how he'll react to seeing his stepmother like this... but something deep inside tells her that she needs this moment of attention from him. As she rounds the corner into view of the pool area, Morgan pauses for a second to catch her breath, savoring the feel of the cool air against her bare skin as she watches Dante lazily swim back and forth.
Her heart skips a beat at the sight of him... his
Her heart skips a beat at the sight of me... my well-toned body and muscular arms, stroking through the water. I looks up, see her standing there, dressed in a exposing bikini. "Damn, Mom. You're so hot." I say, beckoning her to get in the pool with me.
"I-I thought you'd like that..." she stammers, her voice wavering as she slowly approaches the edge of the pool. Her heart pounds in her chest and a warm blush spreads across her cheeks, making it difficult for her to meet his gaze. She tries to tell herself this is just about making him happy, trying to make up for all those times he felt neglected... but something deeper inside tells her she wants this too.
With a sudden burst of courage, Morgan slips off her bikini top and throws it playfully at Dante before stepping out of her bottoms and kicking them aside. Naked except for the little swimsuit, she gingerly takes her first steps into the cool water, instantly feeling the weight of their forbidden relationship settle heavily onto her shoulders. But at the same time... it feels good to be wanted like this again.
I swim over to her, reaching up to take her hand, planting a kiss right above her exposed breasts. "You want to know one of my fantasies?" I breath into her ear.
Her breath hitches as his lips graze against her skin, goosebumps rising along her flesh in response to the intimate touch. She squeezes his hand tightly and nods hesitantly, her eyes wide with uncertainty but a mixture of anticipation and desire burning within them. Morgan leans into him, unable to resist the pull of their connection as they begin to swim slowly together, caught up in a strange dance of lust and longing that feels both forbidden and irresistible.
"I've always wanted to fuck you in either this pool or on one of those pool chairs." I say, slipping my hand in between her thighs.
A shudder runs through her body as his fingers brush against her swollen lips, and she can feel herself growing wet with desire. Her breath comes out in short little gasps now, each one leaving her mouth like a tiny cloud of steam as the realization of what they're doing sinks deeper into her consciousness. She looks up at Dante with wide, hungry eyes, moaning softly when his fingers finally make contact with her hardened nipples.