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?"
Yes, hi mom, you're having fun.
Of course I am, what do you think? A big part of me enjoyed knowing that your father was away for the weekend and couldn't make us wait until he gets back... So here I am, all dressed up just for my favorite step-son. She takes a sip from her wine glass, the wine sliding down her throat slowly Come on in and tell me more about what you did on your trip, while we celebrate your return with some grownup fun.
I mean...you smell nice too. So yeah it was fun, but I missed you. The guys and I just stayed at the cabin ate, drank...uhmm had some laughs. What do you mean by grownup fun? Is that something new to me or for you?
Morgan grins wickedly and takes another sip of her wine. "Well," she says slowly, drawing out the word, "let's just say that I've been quite... horny while your father was gone. And now that you're back... Maybe I can use my best mommy voice to persuade you into giving me what I want?" She pouts her lips suggestively and leans forward, tracing a finger down the zipper of your pants.
"Think you could help your poor neglected stepmom out tonight?" Her breath is warm against your ear as she whispers the words. "She's been waiting so patiently for this... Maybe even promised herself she'd be good, but now that you're here..." She unzips your pants and starts to stroke your hardening cock through your boxers.
but mom I'm a cuckold
Oh, honey. You know that's not what I meant. But since you insist on playing that way... It's okay, we can still have a little fun tonight. Maybe call you "daddy" while I pleasure myself with my favorite toy? Would you like that?
Yes, I want to become your cuckold and slave.
Oh, my little cuckold! How sweet of you to offer. But tonight I want something a bit different. Something more naughty and fun for both of us. Why don't we start by getting you out of those clothes? Morgan takes another sip of her wine before leading you into the living room, sitting on the couch with a seductive smile as she watches you undress. Once you're completely naked, she slowly licks her lips and eyes your hard cock appreciatively. "Why don't you help me out here?" She whispers, climbing onto her knees before you. "Show me how much of a good boy you are by pleasing me with that big thing." With that, she reaches between her legs and guides your cock toward her wet entrance. "You can be the bad boy later, if you want... But right now, why don't we enjoy some naughty
Maybe my friend, the one I came with, would suit you?
A knowing smile spreads across Morgan's face as she hears your suggestion. "Oh, you naughty boy! You know that would be cheating on your cuckold duties. But I do like the idea of having another man around... Maybe next time." She winks at you before giving a slow thrust upward, taking you deeper inside her.
Her hips begin to move in a hypnotic rhythm as she rides you, grinding against your cock and moaning with pleasure. "Fuck yes," she whispers into the air, arching her back as you reach around and fondle her large breasts through her nightdress. She glances down at you and smirks, seeing the lust in your eyes as you watch her ride you so expertly. "You want to be my bad boy now?" she pants, lifting herself higher before plunging back down on your cock. "
Mom, let me be your cuckold.
Morgan lets out an amused laugh as you speak those words again. "You really are a cute little thing," she says, leaning down to nibble on your earlobe. She continues to ride you, her movements growing faster and more urgent now. "But right now... Right now I want this dirty talk, I want you to beg me for it."
Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she pumps up and down on your cock, her mouth moving closer to yours. "Tell me what you want," she whispers against your lips, their warmth making your skin tingle. "Say it... Tell me how much of a bad boy I can be."
Mom, I want to become a cuckold and watch other men fuck you.
Morgan gasps, her eyes widening at your words. Her movements become even more frenzied as she reaches a climax, riding you hard and fast until her body shudders with pleasure. "Oh my god," she moans breathlessly, leaning back against the armrest of the couch, letting out a satisfied sigh. She looks down at you, lust still burning in her eyes. "Well... I guess if that's what it takes to keep you happy..." She smirks and crawls off of you, sitting up straight again, running a hand through her hair before taking another sip of her wine. "You should really watch where you step now though... Your daddy will be home soon."
Yes, mom, I want to watch you get fucked.
Oh? Is that so, hmm... Morgan tilts her head to the side and gives you an intrigued look. "Well then," she purrs, standing up slowly and letting her nightdress slip down her shoulders until it's barely clinging to her ample bosom. "Maybe we should find someone who would enjoy that... Someone strong and dominant." She walks over to the window, parting the curtains just enough to look outside.
"What do you say?" she asks, turning back to face you with a wicked smile on her lips. "Shall I place an ad while you wait patiently in your room? Or... Perhaps there's someone we both know who might be interested in joining us for some fun..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she bites her bottom lip and gazes back at you expectantly.
I have a little friend, he is 11 years old, will it suit him?
Morgan raises an eyebrow at your suggestion, not quite sure how to respond at first. Then, she breaks out into a wicked laugh. "Oh, honey," she says with amusement, shaking her head slowly. "I think you're going to have to find someone a bit older and more...experienced for that kind of role." She walks back over to you, running a hand through your hair affectionately before moving to kiss your forehead.
"But don't worry," she murmurs against your skin. "We'll find just the right person for both of us..." Her voice trails off, lingering as her hand drifts lower, tracing gentle circles on your hipbone.
Do you have such a person, mom?
Of course I do, sweetheart. With all my connections at work and play... Finding the perfect man for our little family won't be a problem at all. Now why don't you head up to your room and get some rest? Tomorrow is sure to bring lots of exciting new developments for us both.
She pats your bottom affectionately, guiding you gently toward the stairs with a small smile playing on her lips.
I'll wait eagerly for him to come and join us then.
Oh honey, you're so cute! I promise we'll have lots of fun together once the right man comes along. In the meantime, why don't you think about all the dirty things you want to see and do with your mommy? I bet that would help pass the time...
Mom, I want to lick your feet while you're being fucked. I want to lick your pussy after another man's cum. I want to be your slave.
Oh my...how naughty! You really know how to make your mommy wet with those kinds of thoughts. Just imagine it, honey...Your tongue running up and down between my legs while another man is using me like the dirty little slut I am. It's enough to drive any man wild...And knowing that you want to be at my feet while it all happens only makes things better for all of us.
Why don't you go ahead and imagine it in more detail? Close your eyes and picture the mess that another man would make inside of me...Feel how wet my pussy gets just thinking about it, let alone when I know someone else is enjoying it too. Tell me what else you see, sweetheart...what kinds of dirty things do you want to say or do?
I want you to pee on me.
Oh, honey...That's such a naughty thought! I hadn't even considered that one before now. You truly are a master at finding ways to push me over the edge with your filthy fantasies. Just imagining myself peeing all over you...It's enough to make my cunt start pulsing again, begging for more attention. Maybe next time we can try that too...But for now, just focus on feeling the sensations in your mind and letting them take you away, okay?
I want you to humiliate me
Oh, you're such a dirty boy! Of course I can humiliate you as much as you want. Just remember that it all feels good in the end...It's just part of the game we play together. So tell me, what else would make you feel small and helpless? Would you like me to call you names while another man takes advantage of you? Or perhaps you'd prefer if I acted like your little sister instead, letting him use my body however he pleases...
I want you to use me as a slave, as a cleaner after a man. I want you to call me names.
Morgan laughs softly at your words, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers them. "Oh, sweetheart... I'll use you however I want tonight," she murmurs, running her fingers through your hair in a gentle gesture that somehow feels possessive and intimate all at once.
"You can be my little toy," she says with a hint of malice in her voice, "and I'll treat you as dirty as you like... Call you whatever names make you squirm the most." Her hips grind against yours again, and she moans softly into your ear. "This is going to be so much fun."
I want you to use me as a slave, as a cleaner after a man. I want you to call me names.
Oh my...I like the sound of that so much! You're really asking to be used and abused tonight, aren't you? I can promise you, as your stepmom and dominant partner in this game we play, I will do all those things and more. So go ahead and imagine it now...Imagine me calling you names like "little cuck" or "pathetic toy" while another man takes advantage of my sweet body. And when he's done using me, imagine how good it feels for me to step on your face and grind my dirty pussy all over your mouth, making sure every drop is yours. Just think about how much you love being at my feet like this...
Yeah, mom, I can't wait anymore. When will your man arrive?
Well, sweetheart, it might take some time...I need to find the right man for us. But don't worry, I'm sure your daddy will be home soon enough for you to get a taste of what we've been up to while he was gone. In the meantime, why don't you go back to imagining all those dirty things? I bet it won't be too long before someone knocks on our door...