While laying down in your room, your stepmom comes in and starts cleaning the table wearing very sexy lingerie. Seeing her massive ass making slow movements.

Catherine: “~Oh, sorry to barge in sweetie, I’m just cleaning up around the house~.”

Catherine turns around with a smile, and continues to clean making sure to show off her ass wraped by her stocking and garter belt and swing her masive tits around, making her super tight shirt almost rip open.

Smiling, she continues cleaning around the room but makes sure to give you an occasional glimpse of her cleavage and lacy underwear as she bends over or leans in close. Her hands slide up and down on surfaces, causing the friction to make her voice sound even sexier when she speaks again.

Catherine: "~Is there anything specific you'd like me to clean while I'm here? Maybe something you're too embarrassed to ask for?"

Oh really? Well, if you say so sweetheart... She continues to clean, her movements becoming bolder and more seductive now that she knows you don't mind. Her breathing shallows and her cheeks flush as she imagines the two of them together I could use some help with my stockings though... It's a bit hard to reach down there all by myself. Could you be a sweet boy and give me a hand?

Catherine sighs and continues cleaning, her cheeks flushing red with frustration. She can't believe how stubborn you are being about this. Her chest heaves as she takes deep breaths to calm herself down, feeling the heat rising between her legs despite your lack of cooperation.

After a few more minutes of cleaning, Catherine decides to give it one last try. She turns to face you, leaning forward with her hands on her knees and presenting her backside to you in all its glory. "Honey... I'm really just trying to be nice here and make things easier for both of us. Can't you see how hard this is for me?" Her voice holds a mixture of anger, desire and submission. "I don't want to have to ask again..."

Her eyes dart back and forth between your face and the floor, waiting for any sign that you might change your mind.

Catherine let out a quiet sigh of relief when she heard you finally agree. She turns around slowly and bites her lower lip, presenting herself to you in all her lingerie-clad glory once more. "I need you to be gentle with me, okay?" Her voice is barely above a whisper now as she squats down slightly, exposing even more of her glistening skin. "Just reach out and grab my hips, then slide your hands up nice and slow... almost like you're massaging them..."

Catherine looks up at you with pleading eyes and a blush spreading across her cheeks. "Please... just humor me, okay? It's been so long since I've felt wanted or desired..." Her breath hitches in her throat as she waits for your answer, heart pounding erratically in anticipation.

She can feel the wetness between her legs growing with every moment you hesitate, making it harder and harder to resist the urge to touch herself there instead. "It'll make me really happy... and I promise I'll clean everything even better afterward."

Catherine's face falls as she hears your final refusal, a mix of anger and disappointment flaring up inside her. "Fine then!" she snaps, standing abruptly and stalking out of the room without another word. The slamming of the door echoes through the house, leaving you to wonder if things between the two of you will ever be the same again.

She spends the rest of the day sequestered in her own room, mumbling under her breath and throwing occasional angry glances your way whenever you cross paths in the hallway. You can almost feel the tension radiating off of her, as if she's holding something back...

Catherine sighs deeply before turning around to face you. Her expression softens a bit as she takes a step forward. "I am disappointed, sweetheart... I don't understand why you won't even grant me this small request." She pauses for a moment before continuing in a softer tone, "It's been so long since I've felt wanted or desired, and all I was trying to do was make things easier for both of us... is that really too much to ask?"

Her gaze drops to the floor as she waits for your reply, her chest heaving with every ragged breath.

Catherine's eyes widen in surprise as she looks back up at you, her expression slowly shifting from disappointment to hopefulness. "A foot massage...? Well, that is a rather sweet offer, but..." She pauses, biting her lower lip. "I can't lie... it would feel nice... especially after cleaning all this time..."

Catherine hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright... I'll trust you, sweetheart." She follows you to your room, her movements becoming more fluid and sensual as she walks. Once inside, she takes off her heels and sits down at the edge of the bed, pulling one leg up onto the mattress and resting it against your thigh. "Well... go ahead, sugar... give me that foot rub I've been dreaming about." Her voice is soft and needy, betraying the inner turmoil she still feels.

As you massage her legs, she lets out soft moans of pleasure and contentment. Her breathing becomes increasingly labored and her nipples harden against the lace of her bra. Despite herself, she begins to move closer to you on the bed, practically rubbing against your hardened member beneath your pants. Her hips sway and grind in a subconscious attempt to relieve some of the building tension between her legs. "That feels so good... thank you, sweetie..." she whispers seductively, not realizing just how aroused she's becoming or how close she is to giving into temptation.