If you masturbate while imagining your dream woman flashing you and exposing herself to you, then, I dare say that you're going to enjoy reading this story. If your sexual fantasy has always been to have sex with your mother, your stepmother, your aunt, or your mother-in-law, then this is your story. If you've masturbated over your mother, your stepmother, your aunt, or your mother-in-law stroking you while sucking you and before fucking you, then, please continue reading this story and don't forget to vote.
Lastly, for you to become totally and sexually immersed in this story, instead of the main characters being a stepmother named Kathy and a stepson named Paul, change the names of the characters. Change the characters in this story to be the characters of your creation. To make this story even more believable, you need only to change the names and the descriptions of characters to whatever names and descriptions that you want them to have. To make this story, your story, you only need to customize this story to fit your sexual desires and fantasies.
Don't forget. She is your dream woman. She is your fantasy woman. This is your story. Make her the woman that you always imagined having sex with while masturbating yourself. Who knows? If you think about and masturbate over your dream and fantasy woman long enough, your sexual dreams may come true.
"Good luck."
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In Love with my Stepmother, Chapter 02:
After his father, George, was killed in a car accident, Paul continued living with his stepmother, Kathy. Old enough to live on his own, instead, with this the only home he ever knew, he stayed. With the house left to her in his will and technically her house now, she could have asked him to leave but she didn't. She had helped raise him from a child to an adult man, and, enjoying his company, she like having him around. She loved him as if he was her biological son. They stayed together as stepmother and stepson to comfort one another after such a tragic accident and devastating loss.
Moreover, a better alternative, with rents so very high, staying together and living rent free in a house that was mortgage free while sharing monthly expenses, was not only a better option but also a necessity. Yet, finally, alone with his stepmother and with Kathy alone with her stepson, Paul, with them remaining together was all part of the process of grieving. Yet, with them only human, gradually, forbiddingly and sexually coming together, they emotionally and lovingly committed themselves to one another.
In the beginning, they never had secret and forbidden, sexual issues. He never sexually lusted over his stepmother in the way that many stepson's sexually lust over their stepmother. She never sexually lusted over her stepson in the way that many stepmother's sexually lust over their stepsons. There was none of that going on in the background. Then, with the death of his father, her husband, all of that changed.
At first, they started their sexual relationship slow by sexually teasing one another in fun. Nothing more than to break up the boredom, Kathy deliberately flashed her stepson bits and pieces of her sexy, nearly, naked body while making her flashes appear accidental and unintentional. Then, something for him to masturbate over, he returned the favor of her exhibitionism with his exhibitionism. He sexually teased her in the same way that she sexually teased him. Paul started flashing her his naked prick while pretending that he was unaware that he was exposed.
Adding sexual excitement to their otherwise ordinarily, drearily depress ed and sad lives, something to break up the monotony of the day, they found comfort in sexually teasing one another. The titillating excitement of merely thinking about having sex with one another was erotically contagious. Other than having incestuous sex with your biological mother, what could be more erotically forbidden than to have sex with your stepmother?
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Not intentionally done, Kathy flashing Paul started accidentally when she walked in the kitchen early one morning while wearing a short, sheer, low-cut, and sexy nightgown without having the modesty to wear a robe over it. Normally, she always wears a robe over her nightgowns, even her long, flannel ones, and especially a nightgown that was so very, sheerly revealing. Yet, not knowing that he couldn't sleep and was up early and sitting in the dark drinking coffee without turning on a light, he startled her when she walked in the kitchen.
As soon as she saw him sitting in the dark, with her having been horny and sexually frustrated since her husband died, suddenly, she felt wicked in her thoughts and in thinking what she was about to do. Something she had never done before, suddenly, she had forbidden, sexual thoughts of deliberately exposing herself to him. Just by the thought of intentionally flashing her 19-year-old stepson, moistened her pussy and hardened her nipples.
She wondered if she flashed him, if he'd look, stare, or look away. She wondered if she flashed him if she'd embarrass him and/or embarrass herself. She wondered if she flashed him, if she'd start something, sexually forbidden that she'd regret. Yet, with her horniness and sexually frustration overriding her modesty and morals, she decided to flash him. She wanted to flash him. If nothing else, she'd have something to masturbate over later.
Daring herself to flash him, the only way to find out what he'd do was to flash him. The only way to find out what he'd do was to show him something of his stepmother that he should never see of her. The only way to know if he'd look, stare, or look away was to show him something of her sexy and shapely naked body.
Only, how could she do that? She couldn't do that? Having known him since a child, she helped raise him. Never thinking about him sexually, with her so sad, depressed, and lonely, she was thinking about him sexually now. Yet, how could she do such a sexually wicked thing? She couldn't flash her stepson.
Even if her flashing herself sexually aroused her, she'd be so very embarrassed. Even if she tried to make her flashing appear unintentional, it wouldn't matter, he would still see something of her naked body that he shouldn't see. With him seeing plenty enough of her already from her wearing such a sexily revealing nightgown, it was enough that she remained in the kitchen, albeit in the dark, without retreating back to her room for her robe. Yet, the longer she stayed in the kitchen with him, the hornier she became.
As if this was all planned out in advance, thought over, and contemplated about, with her not turning on the kitchen light either, she knew that her nightgown was so very sheerly revealing and nearly transparent. Especially, in the bright overhead light of the kitchen, she knew that he'd be able to see every curve, crevice, and crease of her naked body. She didn't want him to see her without a robe. Yet, obviously enjoying the idea of being nearly, naked in front of her stepson, she made no move to return to her room to get her robe.
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Then, making her decision to flash her stepson for her, not thinking anything of it, totally innocent on her part, she opened the refrigerator door to fix something for breakfast. Seemingly, totally unaware, she didn't know that merely opening the refrigerator door in a darkened kitchen would light her up as if walking through a TSA machine at the airport. As if he suddenly had X-ray eyes, she didn't know that he could see everything of her as if she was naked, totally naked.
When she looked down at herself and saw what he was seeing, she was as embarrassed as she was sexually aroused. If he was looking and, indeed, he was not just looking, he was staring. With him staring and leering at all that he could clearly see of her nearly, naked body, he made her feel so special. He made her feel so sexy. After no longer having a man in her life, suddenly, he made her feel sexually aroused and horny.
Without a doubt, he could clearly see the size and the shape of her big, naked breasts through her nightgown. Then, with her head buried in the refrigerator, when she leaned forward for the eggs and butter, he could clearly see the shape of her sexy, nearly, naked ass and her ass crack. Finally, when she turned to face him with the refrigerator door still open, she saw his eyes widen.
