I remember when it was my freshmen year in high school. I was about 15-years-old, turning 16 within a couple of months. My dad recently got married to this one woman who was 14 years younger that he was. My dad was about 46-years-old, which would have made her 32. She didn't really look bad at all to be totally honest. She had a nice tight ass, and a great rack. Her name was Ann.
What really made this great was the fact that I was an only child. Whenever I was home alone, I would go through Ann's underwear drawer. I found lots of silk pairs of panties in colors like purple, black, and baby blue. Even found a pair of handcuffs in there, which tells me she's experienced in sexual activity. I'd even go through the laundry room sometimes, and find more pairs of her underwear. I'd
say my favorite pair was the white floral polyester ones. I would take that pair to my room, rub it against my cock and masturbate thinking about her.
I mean, I could think about anyone I wanted. The fact that it was my own step-mother felt so wrong, which was proably my biggest turn on. Again, this was whenever I was home alone. My dad would work early in the mornings, so Ann would have to wake me up in the mornings. It was always a sight to see whenever she came in. She'd often wear a tight tanktop, and a pair of shiny shorts. The more I thought about getting in those shorts, the more it killed me.
Well, just to my luck, dad had to go out of town for a few weeks. He got a job over in Seattle, leaving my step-mother behind to take care of me. I was thinking this could be my chance to finally pull this off. So, I would just treat her extra nice, and help her in any way that I could.
This is how it actually happenend. I was typing an sex story about her on my computer, because I wanted to read it and get turned on by it. Something about reading it really gave me a hard one. So anyways, I had to use the restroom, and forgot to shut my door. Ann just happens to walk in my room to drop off my laundry, and sees the story I wrote. I got back in my room, and saw her reading it. I was like, "Oh, snap. She saw it."
"Kevin," Ann said to me, "is this story about me? Is it really about me?"
"I'm not going to lie to you," I replied, "but yes, it is about you."
Ann had a serious look at first, and then got closer to me.
"Come to my room," said Ann, "we need to have a serious talk. I'd rather have it there."
I thought I was in trouble for sure. So, I walked in her room and she comes in behind me. She then shuts and locks the door.
"So, you want to fuck your step-mommy huh?" she asked me, "you want to get in my pants? Do you really want that? You want your step-mommy to fuck your brains out? Be honest, and don't lie. I already know the truth."
"YES!" I yelled, "yes, it's true! I do! I do!"
She then looked serious for a few seconds, and then smiles. I was kind of confused, but think I got it.
"Good," Ann said, "things are pretty boring here without your dad. So, why do you want to fuck me? Even though I'm your step-mommy, sugar?"
She called me sugar, and said "step-mommy". I was pretty turned on then.
"Because you're really damn hot," I told her.
At the time, Ann was wearing a black shirt, blue jeans, and sandals. She then walks up to me, and sticks her tounge in my moth. We were french kissing for a while. Then, she would place my hand on one of her boobs. She had me take off my shirt, shoes, socks, pants, and boxers. She then took off her shirt, revealing a white floral satin bra. She took it off, and slowly unbuttoned her pants. She'd slip off her sandals first, and then slowly pull down her zipper. I started to see white and flowers. She was wearing my favorite pair of panties. I was lying on the bed naked, and she was in nothing but her panties. She then got right on top of me, with her panties rubbing up against my cock.
It was probably the best feeling I ever got. She would then bend down, and french kiss me some more. Seconds later, she'd slider her panties down, as my cock would enter her pussy. She was grinding pretty hard, and kept pumping, and pumping, and pumping.
"Oh, Ann!" I would scream during sex.
"Call me step-mommy!" yelled Ann.
"STEP-MOMMY!! OH, STEP MOMMY!" I screamed as we continued having sex. Minutes later, I blew my load, and she got off in time. We would breath heavy for a while, then fall asleep. The next day was Saturday, meaning no school. She would walk around the house in a t-shirt and black satin panties. Sometimes during the day, she would give me a hand job. Ever since then, I'd been living the life of fantasy. Sex with my step-mommy.
