Dirty Stepmom: Intimate Reads (Spank Bank Reads)

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Too far?" I said, sitting down at her feet. I looked around at where I was. Clothes strewn about the floor, a vibrator by the foot of the chair, the beautiful woman tied up willingly. "You draw the line at this?" If you want to be pleasured again, you will have to pay a price," I said as I began to take my clothes off. I walked up to her in my boxers. My bulge pushing out.

I feared what the neighbors heard when she finally came. Her passionate moans were music as she heaved and twisted against her bonds. I was captivated by it all. There was a moment of silence. I felt my heart slowly beginning to pound. I suddenly began to fear the worst. She was my step-mom after all. Even if we weren't related and didn't really see each other in such a way it still somehow sounded wrong. I felt the tension between us. Then she comes out in just a towel and goes to kitchen. I can see her at sink she reached in cabinet which raised the towel and i could see the bare curve of her lower **. My step-mother had had a very frustrating day. She'd failed a job interview (again) and was worrying about the state of the marriage. My father was out on a week-long business trip. Lately, they'd both been drifting apart and for me it had awoken memories of him and my mom before the divorce. That day, she'd come home from work and was sitting on the couch in the living room, reading a magazine.Then I brought in the vibrator. I rubbed it against her on the lowest setting. Her already soaking clit was ready as I prepared to give her what she wanted so much. I turned the vibrator up to the highest setting and began rubbing it on her. She moaned and struggled as she got closer to orgasming. I wiped the sweat from her brow. Then I slowly shook my head. She looked at me, slightly more frustrated. As for myself, I had just turned 18 at the time. I was a relatively skinny guy with messy blonde hair.

I sat watching TV for a while. I was down there for at least an hour. Focusing on what I was watching was hard - all I could think about was my step-mom, bound and gagged, struggling against her bonds. I tried to tell myself not to get so excited. She was my step-mom. But at the same time, that fact made it all the more kinky.I’m not saying I didn’t look at her body when she was in swim suit or ** when she wore tight jeans. Sure i did. But never fantasized about her. She sighed. "A passing interest, yes." She paused. "I've never done anything... exciting. As in, I've never explored myself in that way." I went down to her legs and untied her ankles. She looked slightly surprised as I let her legs free of her bonds. She tested the freedom I'd given her, stretching her legs for the first time in over an hour. I moved up her legs and felt the edge of her panties with my fingers. She gasped as I slowly pulled them down her thighs, past her knees and took them off. They were soaking.