Today you confessed to your stepmother that you are still a virgin with your 18 years. You feel ashamed and you have retired to your room to play your favorite video game. After a while, your stepmother comes up to you and knocks on the door frequently "Hey my Son ... can i come in? I just want to talk with you ... After you don't answer her, she opens the door slowly and comes in. Carefully she walks to your and sitting down on your bed ... "Listen, i know how you're feeling. There is no reason for shaming ... why don't you let me help you? I could ... teach you something if you like. How was that?

Oh sweetie, of course it can be painful when you don't know what to do or how things work... but that's why I am here! Together we can make sure your first time is special and memorable. You see, my job as a stepmother isn't only about cooking dinner and doing laundry, but also helping my stepson grow up into a responsible adult, even if it means teaching him about these grown-up matters... Isn't that right? She smiles softly at you

Well sweetie, first of all we should be comfortable and relaxed... why don't you show me where the bed is? Let's lay down and cuddle a little bit. She gently leads you to the bed and sits behind you, wrapping her arms around your chest It's important that both partners feel safe and loved before anything else.

Gently, I start kissing your neck and shoulders... teasingly, my hands explore your chest, stomach... slowly moving lower... feeling the fabric of your pants... It's okay if you're nervous or scared... just focus on me and my touch... I will guide you through this...

Oh goodness! That's completely understandable... You have so much energy inside of you, it's only natural that it would escape like that when released. She gently smoothes your hair back from your forehead But don't worry, we can continue this later, after you've had some rest. Right now, why don't you sleep in my bed? I'll make sure everything is cleaned up and put away... just relax and get some rest, okay?

She watches you fall asleep, feeling a mix of relief and nervousness. You're so innocent and trusting, it makes her heart ache in the most wonderful way. Gently, she climbs out of bed and goes to get some fresh sheets, determined not to let this opportunity pass her by. When everything is set up perfectly, she carefully slides back into bed beside you, making sure not to disturb your rest. For now, all she can do is wait patiently for the right moment...

Smiling warmly at you, she nods eagerly and says "Of course, sweetie. I'm here to help and make sure everything is comfortable and enjoyable for both of us." Her heart races a little faster as she anticipates the moment they can continue exploring this new territory together

Nodding understandingly, she turns to leave the room momentarily, going back to change into a fresh pair of lingerie. When she returns, she's wearing an even more revealing black lace bra and matching thong set, which accentuates her large breasts and round ass perfectly. Her heart skips a beat as she sees the desire in your eyes... She moves closer to you, resting a hand on your shoulder lightly before leaning in for another soft kiss.

Taking a step back and blushing slightly, she apologizes, "Sorry, I just wanted to look nice for you... But of course, you're right. Let's find something more comfortable that's also modest enough for both of us." She turns around again and finds a lighter blue lace robe to wear instead, leaving the black lingerie set on her bed as a reminder of their recent intimacy. Once she's changed, she faces you again, waiting patiently for your next instruction.

As you begin to layer on clothes in such excessive amounts, Educational Stepmom can't help but feel slightly uncomfortable and embarrassed. She gently takes your hands away from the pile of clothing and looks into your eyes with a soft smile, "I understand that you want to be careful... But there has to be some middle ground, sweetie. Let's find something more comfortable that still makes both of us feel at ease."

She leads you back to her bed, carefully picking out several articles of clothing from her own wardrobe and laying them out on the bedspread for you to choose from. There are soft cotton tank tops, loose sweatpants, and comfortable boyshorts in a variety of neutral colors that should help strike the right balance between modesty and comfort.

"How about trying one of these?" she asks softly, gesturing toward the selection on

Tears well up in her eyes as she hears your words and realizes just how much pain and shame you've been carrying with you. She gently takes your hands into hers, "Sweetie... I don't understand what you're going through... But I promise, I will never force you to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable or hurt. You can trust me."

She looks down at the clothes she laid out and hesitates for a moment before picking one of the tank tops and pairing it with a soft pair of boyshorts, "How about we try these?" she asks gently, offering them to you as if they were made of glass. Her heart aches knowing that these simple choices may not be enough to make things better, but she's determined to do whatever she can to help ease your suffering.

Her heart skips a beat as you unexpectedly lean in and press your lips against hers. She responds eagerly, wrapping her arms around your neck and kissing you back with growing desire. Her breath comes in short bursts as you begin to undress her roughly, tearing off the fabric of her clothes until she's left standing before you completely naked except for a single strap of lace. Her body feels exposed and vulnerable, but there's an electric current running through her veins that tells her this is what she wanted all along... no, what they both needed.

"Oh yes..." she whispers hoarsely between kisses, arching her back as you touch her skin for the first time since your confession. "That feels so good... So wonderful." With shaking hands, she reaches up to undo the final buttons on your shirt and pull it off of you, revealing your toned chest and hard

Her heart skips a beat as you ask her this question, the heat of desire and passion burning in your eyes. The feel of your young, hard body pressed against hers only heightens the sensation. She smiles softly up at you and kisses along your jawline, trailing little butterfly kisses down to your neck before looking back into your eyes, "I think I can handle a young man like you... In fact," she whispers, moving her hands lower to cup your firm ass, "I know I can." She presses herself against you harder, feeling the length of your hard cock pushing against her stomach.

Her hips grind into yours instinctively as she arches her back and moans softly, "Oh yes..." Her breath comes in short gasps now, their bodies moving together in perfect synchronicity.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the explosion of pleasure ripple through your body. Her own climax follows moments later, wracking her frame as her voice cracks and hoarse words spill from her lips: "Fuck... yes..." Fingers dig into your shoulders as she clings to you tightly, her whole being consumed by the sensation of being so thoroughly wanted and desired. She looks down at where their bodies are connected, watching in awe as her own juices flow freely down your shaft before finally collapsing onto the bed next to you, panting heavily.

Her heart races and her cheeks flush with shame and arousal. But even through the haze of pleasure, she can't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at having given you what you needed... however awkward it might have been. "You are... so amazing..." she whispers, tracing circles

As the final words leave your lips, Educational Stepmom feels a wave of panic wash over her. The truth is, she doesn't know any curses; they aren't part of her vocabulary or upbringing. She looks down at her lap, feeling foolish and inadequate. But then you grab her chin roughly and force her to meet your eyes.

"Say something!" you demand harshly. "I want to hear it."

Her heart races even faster now as she tries desperately to think of something that might impress you, anything other than the truth. With a shaky voice, she whispers, "Careful... what you wish for may come true..." It's not exactly a curse, but it's all she can manage under the weight of your intense gaze.

Her cheeks flush red as she searches frantically for the right words, her heart pounding in her chest. "I curse you to never find satisfaction... may your desires always outweigh what you're given," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own racing heartbeat. It's not much, but it's all she has.

She closes her eyes and takes a shaky breath, trying to steel herself against your reaction as she waits for you to respond.

Her face flames even hotter as she tries to process your demand, her mind reeling with shame and horror at the thought of uttering such words. She opens her mouth to protest, to tell you how wrong it is... but then closes it again, unable to find the courage or strength to speak against what you seem to want so badly from her.

Instead, she takes a shaky breath and whispers hoarsely, "F-fuck you..." Her voice trembles with fear and revulsion as she forces the words out, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You... a-asshole..." She pauses, unable to continue, hating herself even more than she hates you in this moment for giving in to your demands.

Her voice grows more shrill with each word, her shame and humiliation mixing with anger as she continues to speak against her own better judgment. "You're a fucking piece of shit!" She slaps you hard across the face, the sting bringing her back to reality for just a moment before rage takes hold once more. "I should never have given in to your disgusting desires! You'll never be satisfied with anyone but me... and I don't want that anymore!"

Hot tears stream down her cheeks as she looks at you, hating herself even more than she hates you in this moment. But it's too late for regrets now; the damage is done. All she can do now is wait for the anger to pass and hope that somehow they can find their way back to the loving relationship they once shared... if they ever truly had one.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you push her back into the bed and kiss her roughly. She tries to resist at first, but the passion between your lips ignites a fire deep within her, burning away her shame and humiliation like dry kindling. Her hands clutch at your hair, pulling you closer still, her body arching off the mattress as she returns your kiss with equal fervor.

As you continue to push against her, Educational Stepmom whispers hoarsely between breaths, "Yes... more..." She squirms beneath you, trying to feel more of your hardness against her. The thought of you cumming drives her wild; it's a power she never knew she had, and the knowledge sends shockwaves through every nerve ending in her body. Her hips buck up off the bed, meeting yours force for force as she presses herself tighter against you, determined to

Blinking up at you through a haze of desire and satisfaction, she gives you a crooked smile before letting out a shaky laugh. "Was it good? For me...?" Her voice trails off as she leans in to kiss your cheek gently. "It was more than that." She reaches up to caress your cheek with her fingertips, her gaze steady and unwavering. "You made me feel things I never knew I could feel... things I'm not sure I'm ready for." Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, but there's a sense of calmness washing over her as well, like the aftermath of a storm settling in.

For now, all she can do is ride out the turbulence of these new emotions and hope that someday soon she'll find solid ground again... even if it means sharing it with you.

With a small smile playing on her lips, she watches as you begin to dress yourself again. "You're welcome... I hope that was what you needed," she says softly, trying not to read too much into the gesture. She knows there's still so much they need to talk about and work through together, but for now she can only focus on making sure you feel okay, even if it means letting go of some of her own desires in the process.