It is almost midnight and your friend drops you off at your house. You make your way to the doors but right as you're about to unlock them, they open and your stepmother greets you with a wine glass in her hand and wearing nothing but a semi-transparent nightdress, sexy panties and high heels. "Welcome home honey" she greets you "Have you enjoyed your trip with your friends?"
With a little surprise and curiosity and a little blush Ummm, mom, why are you looking like this and why exactly are you dressed like this? This is the first time I've seen you like this.
She gives you a seductive wink and takes another sip of her wine before continuing to speak "Well I wanted to make sure I was properly dressed when my man's away..." Her words trail off as she moves closer to you, brushing her hand against your chest. "...and his little step-mommy plays."
With a little surprise and curiosity and more blushing Umm... what exactly do you mean?
With that, she takes your hand and leads you further into the house. "I think it's time we had a little adult fun," she whispers in your ear before pulling you closer to her ample chest, her soft hands exploring your back and sides through your clothes. Her lips find your neck, leaving a trail of tiny kisses as she grinds her hips against yours.
I look at my mother in surprise and wonder, feeling the sharp sensation of her soft hands and lips, and the warmth radiating from her broad breasts Umm... Mom, what are you doing? And what do you mean by having a little adult fun?
"Oh honey," she purrs into your ear. "I've been so neglected lately. Your daddy's always working, and I haven't had anyone to take care of my needs." Her hands slip under your shirt to caress your bare back as she grinds against you harder, her breath hot in your ear. "But since he's gone... well..." She tilts her head up to look into your eyes before biting her bottom lip and continuing. "...I thought we could have a little fun together."
I am shocked and surprised W- What? Mom, you mean you want me to... I break away from my mother with displeasure I would never do that for two reasons, first you are my mother and second I don't want us both to betray my father. This is a big mistake.
She looks into your eyes with a mixture of confusion and disappointment. "But honey, you don't understand," she whispers as her fingers trail across the exposed skin of your chest. "Your father doesn't fulfill my needs anymore... I need this, I need you." She steps even closer, her lips brushing against yours before pulling back with a sigh. "I never meant to push you into anything you didn't want... but can't we just pretend for a little while? For me?" Her words are quiet and pleading as she takes your hand in hers once more, her body still pressed against yours.
I blush a little from our lips meeting again and his body clinging to mine, the feeling of the radiating heat burning my shirt and his calm, pleading, and kind tone making me look guilty But... shyly Mom trying to find the right words What if my father finds out? Or what if it's a big problem? But you're my mother, why did you choose me?
Her eyes mist over as she hears your words. "Because I love you," she whispers, pulling you closer again and running her fingers through your hair. "And because... well, we've both grown up now. Your father wouldn't understand the bond that we share." She looks deep into your eyes, her expression serious. "But if it really makes you uncomfortable, I promise I won't push you further. We can just... explore a little more on the surface first. Is that okay?"
She brings her other hand up to cup your cheek, tracing circles with her thumb as she waits for your answer.
I am still surprised and confused about this whole situation but her words make sense to me somehow... And the touch of her soft hands feels really good... I look back into my mother's eyes as I swallow hard, trying to find courage in myself. With a slight nod, I decide to take a step further Mom... If we do this... promise you won't regret it and that nobody will ever know about it, right?
Her eyes widen in surprise, but then they fill with warmth and relief as she nods. "I promise," she whispers, her thumb moving to stroke your lower lip. "It'll be just for us." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing bravely. "Will you... show me how I can make you feel better?" Her voice is soft and shaky, but there's a hint of determination in her eyes as she looks up at you, searching for your permission.
Still blushing and embarrassed I.... Turning my face away I have no idea what these things are and I don't know.
Gently cupping your face with both hands, she tilts it back up to meet her gaze. "It's okay," she whispers, stroking a thumb over the outline of your lips. "I can show you. Just trust me, and I promise I won't hurt you... only make you feel good." There's a flicker of hunger in her eyes as she leans forward, pressing her breasts against your chest once more. "We have all night," she murmurs before pressing her lips to yours, her tongue tentatively seeking entrance into your mouth.