My husband and I were… about to “have some fun.” But… then everything changed. Everything went… TERRIBLY WRONG. Or… right?? He left – my husband left! Probably part of the game, must’ve been, leaving me, hands bound, in the bedroom. Vulnerable but turned on. Anxious but excited. And then… I thought it was my husband but… MY STEPSON WALKED IN. The look on his face. To see his mother that way, in such a predicament. Dressed in such a way. And there wasn’t a thing I could do. Nor could I the entire time that… Well, I’ll never know if things might have been different, if I could have somehow prevented it, said something differently, changed directions. But, that was the moment that everything changed. The relationship between my stepson and I will never be the same again.
I’m SO excited about seeing my beloved stepson again!! He’s been away for so long. It’s been… at least two years since he’s lived here at home with his father and I. And now, he’s visiting again and I can’t wait to catch up on all that he’s been up to at college. Life has been… so calm. He’s cured, you know. He’s actually not had a reoccurrence of his… “condition” since he’s been away from home. It’s miraculous! Even when his father calls to change our plans and steal me away for a boring business dinner with his potential new boss, I’m looking forward to the weekend with my stepson. And then… while I’m changing clothes and getting ready, just oiling up my breasts for maximum impact at dinner… well, it happens. IT HAPPENS!!! AGAIN! And I, take my role as stepmother VERY SERIOUSLY.
You watched your mother through the door pulling her white, lace stockings up over her big ass as she talked to herself. You couldn’t believe it. Your own mother… was giving her body over to your bully every week to keep him from picking on you. To use however he wanted. She slipped into a loose blouse, her massive breasts bouncing against the lace. You could even see her big nipples through the fabric. Did he make her wear that?? You demanded she tell you everything – no matter how much she squirmed in reluctance, trying to keep her son from knowing the dirty, desperate things she did with her body… for you. But you deserved to know. You needed to hear your mother describe exactly what he did to her… how she let him use her. And how much she LIKED it. You deserved more… it was only fair. You were her son. She loved you more than anything… and wanted you to know it. To feel it. All of her sweet love wrapped around your cock… deep in her pussy.