A Stepmothers Proposal

ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED HEREIN ARE AT LEAST EIGHTEEN (18) YEARS OF AGE. ALL SEXUAL ACTS PORTRAYED, DESCRIBED, OR REFERENCED HEREIN ARE CARRIED OUT BY CHARACTERS AT LEAST EIGHTEEN (18) YEARS OF AGE AT THE TIME.

CHARMING'S AUTHORS NOTE #1:

My last few stories (other than "The Crucible" of course) have been rather light on character development and depth. I've gotten in the bad habit of writing a moment in time and providing nothing in the way of depth. Beyond that, I've been writing a lot of kinking, extremely fetishy stuff that is largely outside the mainstream. This time, I endeavored to write something much more mainstream. The incest/taboo well is basically taped out where original ideas are concerned, but that doesn't stop me from coming back to it every once in a while. This is a concept that has essentially been done to death, both here and in actual porn. While this concept is nothing super innovative, I like to think I bring my own flair to it as usual.

CHARMING'S AUTHORS NOTE #2:

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A Stepmother's Proposal

An Erotic Tale by

CharmingCharles2896

Kate Wheeler loved her husband. Not only was he a good father, and a straight up good guy, he knew how to please a woman in bed. She'd always been drawn to older men, but so often, their vitality had left them by the time they had the experienced daddy energy that she so craved. Lawrence Wheeler had no such deficiencies. His cock was big enough to stretch her in ways only her old dildo ever used to. His skills in the bedroom often had her screaming in delight. She knew she should be quieter, considering the third member of the house shared a wall with the master bedroom, but the way he fucked her just made that impossible.

Every time she fucked her man, the other member of the house would come downstairs with a grouchy look on his face. This morning was no different. Kate was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the news on her phone while drinking a cup of coffee. Her telltale, well-fucked facial expression was on full blast, as if shining a spotlight into the night sky to tell all those willing to listen, that Kate Wheeler came a lot the night before.

Mornings like this one were all too common these days. Before she'd gotten married, she'd worked as a waitress at a so-called breastaurant. The short, plaid skirt and white button up shirt knotted in the front gave off the naughty schoolgirl vibes that the place was going for. As far as restaurant pay went, working there hadn't been that bad. Having guys hit on her and stare at her chest all day wasn't optimal, but she was well-endowed enough to get lots of tips. That was actually how she'd met her husband. Lawrence Wheeler had been her neighbor for almost four years, though they'd never met. She'd talked to his son a few times, but never the man himself.

Lawrence had accidentally spilt his glass of water on her, making her shirt soaking wet. With her shirt basically see through, the four other guys at the table with him had gotten a very good look at her bra. He'd tried to apologize, but she'd brushed him off. Later that evening, when the other guys with him were preparing to leave, he'd snuck away and pulled her aside. Even now, a year later, she could still remember the look of remorse in his eyes. He'd gone on and on about putting her in that situation and how wrong it was. As Kate had watched this man apologize, she'd realized that he was a rather good-looking guy for a man in his fifties. When she'd proposed a date as a way to make it up to her, he'd been stunned. He'd agreed and the rest was history. Of course, upon realizing that she rented the house down the road from him and they'd lived only three doors away from each other all this time, they couldn't help but laugh.

Dating had been one thing, but marriage was another. When the two of them had told Lawrence's son, Kevin, about their going to the courthouse and tying the knot, she'd seen a myriad of emotions in the poor guy's eyes. A combination of lust, jealousy, confusion, and disgust had danced in his eyes, though he'd been polite enough. After Kate and her husband had tied the knot, they went on a short trip as a makeshift honeymoon. That was when he'd told her that he made enough money to support her and wanted her to quit her job. She'd been reticent at first, but she'd adjusted well to the stay-at-home lifestyle.

While there were definite perks to her new life, there were drawbacks to her new lifestyle as well. The biggest drawback was the fact that Kate's husband worked a lot of the time, leaving her at home alone and bored more often than not. That boredom had been the catalyst for what she was planning for today. She'd been bored one day and had begun to snoop in Kevin's room. She was half-expecting the place to smell like semen and the general funk of young guys, much like her older brother's room used to smell. Instead, she'd found a room that was cleaner than her old house. No sexy posters, no cummy tissues, no signs at all that Kevin was even interested in women. Intrigued, she'd begun a month-long campaign of silent observation. She watched her stepson, observed how he acted around the house.

Kate remembered Kevin from the few interactions they'd had before she'd married his father. He'd always been a happy guy, almost comically jovial. These days, he seemed to stalk around the house, sneaking looks at her and shaking his head when he was sure she couldn't see. There was a tension in the house, festering beneath the surface. Kate had watched Kevin enough that she was rather certain she knew the source of the problem. With a goal in mind, she'd begun to plan out how she was going to solve the problem. With her husband away on business for the next week, Kate knew this was the perfect opportunity to handle the problem as she'd seen it. Lawrence, bless his heart, was completely oblivious to the problems with his son.

At the moment, the third member of the Wheeler household was out at school. He'd been commuting to the local college for the last six years, working towards a bachelor's degree in history. As far as she was able to learn, her stepson had struggled at times and his path towards a degree had taken a detour or two along the way. Sometimes it was hard for Kate to believe he was in college considering a part of her would always remember him as an innocent guy barely over eighteen years old. In preparation for today's events, Kate had tidied up the house, made some adjustments to the lighting, and moved certain things around in the living room. The conversation she needed to have with the aforementioned third member of the Wheeler household wouldn't be an easy one, but she was sure that everything would be better if she fixed what she suspected was troubling Kevin so terribly.

Kevin Wheeler for his part, was a handsome guy. Standing over six feet tall, his stature would automatically put him on the radar of most women, that is if he ever tried. He wasn't the most muscular guy in the world, but he was fit enough to command attention when he walked into a room. Kevin's dazzling, blue eyes and bright smile would charm any woman he desired... though again, that would require him to actually try. From the conversations she'd had with her husband, she got the impression that Kevin wasn't the most confident guy in the world. As Kate's husband told the story, Kevin was very close to his biological mother, Teresa. When Teresa walked out on Kevin and his father, telling Kevin not to call her mom or anything like it, poor Kevin was one devastated nine-year-old. The loss of Kevin's mother from his life had apparently done a number on his confidence. Years of therapy had apparently helped, but Kate had noticed a change in the last few months. The sound of the garage door opening grabbed Kate's attention. That sound meant only one thing... Kevin was home.

Kevin was a normal guy, at least he liked to think he was. When Teresa, as she wanted him to call her, had bailed, his trust in women greatly diminished. He'd grown up and discovered the allure of women just like any other guy. Some would likely say that his attraction to older women was a product of his mother's abandonment of him as a child, but Kevin wasn't in the mood to look into it too deeply. His lustful thoughts didn't always center around the maternal. Often times, he'd found his mind drifting to thoughts to a woman his age, though she was the only one. As the years went on, Kevin found himself wandering into that sordid part of his imagination less and less often. Maybe that was a sign of his growing up, whatever it was, Kevin didn't miss it that much.

The fact that his father had a trophy wife that he liked to fuck every goddamn night, was a bit unsettling, but he was adapting like he always did. Kevin always thought it was weird when she tried to connect with him, as if she wanted to be his mother. That was just a bridge too far for Kevin, but he was trying to be nice all the same. He'd appreciate it if they didn't fuck so loud, but he had no control over such things. Today had been just like any other day at school. He had a full course load this semester, so he was up to his eyeballs in work. As he walked through the garage, he was looking forward to an evening locked in his room, doing research for his mid-term paper on the depiction of femininity from the stone age to the renaissance.

Kate turned in place and looked towards the laundry room that connected the garage to the rest of the house. The kitchen, dining room, and living room were all an open floor plan, with the laundry room being a separate room connected to the dining area where the living and dining areas met. The laundry room door leading to the garage opened and heavy footsteps sounded on the wooden steps in the garage and the tile floors of the laundry room.

"Hey," Kevin called as he no doubt kicked off his shoes and hung up his coat in the coat closet.

"Hey," Kate answered. "How was school?" she asked, trying to make conversation like she always did in moments like this.

"Fine," he answered flatly as he appeared in the doorway and saw Kate. Kevin gave his stepmother a confused look as he noticed the rest of the living room and kitchen. The blinds were all closed. The standing lamp in the corner of the living room was the only light turned on, giving the living space a different, deeply intimate aura. The coffee table had been pushed across the floor, away from the leather L-shaped couch. One of the chairs from the kitchen table was parked in front of the couch, facing it, but separated by a few feet.

"What's up with the living room?" Kevin asked as he pointed to the chair and the coffee table.

"Why don't you come over here and sit down, we need to talk," Kate said, motioning towards the spot on the couch directly in front of the dining room chair.

"Am I in trouble?" Kevin wearily asked as he slowly moved towards the living room and the couch.

Kate gave Kevin a reassuring smile and shook her head. "No, you're not in trouble," she said as she motioned towards the spot on the couch again. "We just need to clear the air a bit." Kevin nodded cautiously and walked into the living room to sit down. Kate moved around the wooden chair, smoothed out her sunny dress, and sat down across from Kevin. She crossed her knee over the other and pulled the bottom of her dress over her knees so she didn't flash Kevin. The movement of her leg drew Kevin's attention to the fact that Kate was wearing a pair of tall, black heels... in the house.

As she saw Kevin sitting on the couch, she saw his posture, the complete lack of confidence. In this moment, she could see that he was continually fighting with himself, fighting to be polite. "To start, I just want to get some things out in the open," Kate said to Kevin, who nodded. "You are twenty-three, I am twenty-five; which makes certain things a bit awkward around here." She paused to check if Kevin was with her so far, he nodded, so she continued. "I am not your real mother and it would be wrong for me to try to treat you that way. I moved into this neighborhood just after your eighteenth birthday," Kate said as she remembered that first day, five years ago. "When you first saw me at the neighborhood block party, your eyes were huge. Here I was, this tall brunette with long legs and big tits." Kevin blushed uncomfortably in the face of her frank words.

"For the longest time, your eyes would always make their way to my chest, whenever we'd see each other by our mailboxes or around the neighborhood," Kate said to Kevin, who fidgeted uncomfortably.

"I've gotten better about that," he said, feeling the need to defend himself.

"Men have been staring at my body for years, I'm used to it by now," Kate said honestly. "I especially can't condemn you when I've found myself admiring you when you've done yardwork from time to time."

"Wait, really?" Kevin asked, clearly surprised.

Kate giggled and nodded as she spoke, "I'll admit it, you're a good-looking guy."

"Really?" he repeated, clearly disbelieving.

Kevin's complete lack of self-confidence saddened Kate. Kevin was a great guy and there was no reason a guy like him should see himself in such a negative light. "Come on, Kevin, you can't seriously be so self-conscious that what I said is unbelievable to you," Kate said in shock

"Nobody's ever told me that before," he muttered to himself, further demonstrating his poor self-image.

. "If I wasn't into older men, I'd have snatched you up in a heartbeat," Kate said to Kevin, who nodded slowly, as if trying to accept her compliment. She let her words sink in for a minute, knowing his confidence could use a boost. Kevin looked positively stunned, as evidence by his introspective facial expression.

"The thing is", Kate continued, regaining his attention. "As much as you make my gears grind, your father gets to me more." the honest shrug of her shoulders told Kevin that she didn't mean it as a shot, just the truth.

"What does any of this have to do with anything?" Kevin asked a bit defensively.

Kate shifted her position, sitting forward a bit in her chair. "Whether you admit it or not, it wouldn't be a stretch for me to assume that for the first four years I lived in this neighborhood, you used to masturbate to thoughts of me." As she spoke, she watched the blush on his features deepen, telling her that she was on to something. "I bet you used to think about me all the time, didn't you?" Kevin looked away, telling her all she needed to know. "Then, your father and I started dating and things changed, didn't they?" Kevin blushed more and continued not to meet her eye.

Kate reached forward and gave Kevin's knee a squeeze. "Hey, look at me," she said softly. Kevin looked back towards her and Kate saw the same cool expression she'd seen on his face from time to time when she was affectionate towards his father. "It's okay if you're jealous of your father. I understand if a part of you feels like you saw me first and think that him and I is unfair."

"Yes, okay?" Kevin said abruptly, before she could continue. "Yes, I think it's weird that my dad is married to a woman my age. Yes, I think it's weird that my dad is fucking the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, who just so happens to be twenty-six years his junior. Yes, I'm jealous, I'll admit it!" he declared as he crossed his arms across his chest and returned to looking away. Kate smiled to herself; her gut instinct had been right.

"You don't jerk off to me anymore, do you?" she asked after a brief pause. Kevin didn't answer her, for a long time, before she saw him subtly shake his head, no. "Hard not to think about your father when you think of me these days, right?" she saw him try not to react, but the slight twitch of his face told her she hit the nail on the head that time.

"Why are we talking about this?" Kevin asked as he shifted in his seat, his legs situated rather awkwardly if she was being honest.

"Do you masturbate at all, now that I'm living in the house with you and your father?" Kate asked, ignoring his discomfort to get to the crux of the issue, so far as she saw things.

"Why would you ask that?" Kevin barked, nervous.

"I never find any wadded-up tissues in the trash can in your room, you never take long to shower, nor spend a lot of time in the bathroom. I'm just saying, unless you're jerking off in your car, or in a bathroom on campus, it seems to me that a certain urge that guys have, is going completely unsatisfied." Kate sat back in her seat, holding up her hands. She knew this was a time when she had to be careful that she didn't push too hard and scare him away. "Now, I may be completely full of it. If that's the case, then you don't have to listen to anything else I have to say," she said and watched him move to stand up.

Kate continued speaking, as if she didn't care what he did one way or another. "If I'm wrong, you can just walk away and you don't have to listen to my proposal. No hard feelings." Kevin froze part of the way off the couch. Kate saw the caution in Kevin's eyes, but she also saw something else... he was curious.

"Proposal?" Kevin asked, his eyebrow quirked. Kate gave her stepson a smile and stood up from her chair. She walked closer to him and pushed him back down onto the couch, standing over him.

"I figure, if your mind can't imagine anything but your father fucking the shit out of me, the best way to change that, would be to give you something else to think about," Kate said as she reached up and flicked the spaghetti straps of her sun dress off her shoulders and held the loose garment against her chest. Kevin's eyes grew huge in shock as the meaning of her words hit him.

"This is wrong, Kate. You're my father's wife, for crying out loud. We can't be doing this," Kevin said as he struggled to maintain his composure. A mixture of terror and lust battled it out in his mind. Kate gave Kevin a smile and dropped her arms to her sides, allowing the dress to pool at her feet and reveal the expensive-looking, matching pair of baby-blue bra and panties. The alluring underwear had black, lace trim and concealed just enough of her assets to be considered underwear and not lingerie. The transparent, thigh-high stockings with black lace at the top and held up by a black, garter belt, had been concealed by her dress. The combination of the heels, the stockings, and the garter made her long, shapely legs look even better. With her dress on the floor, her body was on full-display for her stepson and she could see it was having an effect.

Kate struck an alluring pose and allowed Kevin to drink in her body for a moment before she spoke in a tone with a lot more allure than the mildly maternal tone she'd used before. "If you're anything like your father, which I know you are," Kate said confidently; "then seeing my body like this, should get your motor running in no time at all." She could see Kevin trying to be respectful, though he continued to fail for brief moments. She had to give him credit, his attempts to be respectful of his father's wife were commendable.

"Here's what I propose," Kate said as she bent at the waist and leaned forward, giving Kevin a look at her deep cleavage. "I will not touch you in any way, you and I will never breathe a word of this to your father, and we can spend a bit of time helping you rediscover that lust you've always had for me." Kevin was stunned; half-mortified, half-turned on. The lingering fear that this was some sort of trap, was warring with the long-dormant desires he'd always had for Kate's body.