2004
Milly Anderson stepped down the long staircase, blonde hair cascading down her back. She wore a modest nightgown and a loosely tied robe. Looking around her vast dining room, Milly swiped a finger across the bar to check for dust before heading toward her massive kitchen area.
As she rounded the corner, the maid on duty jumped up from the chair and grabbed a towel from the shelf. Lucy hurriedly moved toward the counter to wipe. Her blonde hair was a little messy. She had just finished fucking Jeff, and he had pushed her to new limits with hair-pulling and light spanking.
Attempting to look busy, with a flushed face, Lucy received the elegant featured lady of the house, "Good evening, Mrs. Anderson."
"Lucy, would you make me a cup of tea?"
"Yes, ma'am." Dropping the towel, Lucy scurried toward the kettle, filling it with water, "What kind, ma'am?"
"Surprise me."
Milly sighed and strolled around the hallway, waiting for her bid to be done. She glanced curiously toward the opened guest room opposite the large kitchen. When her striking stepson strolled out, Milly jumped. His stature reminded her of her husband, Carl, who was away on business.
Jeff chuckled when he noticed her dramatic expression, "You okay, mom?"
Clasping her necklace, Milly smiled, "yes, of course. You scared me, is all."
Jeff folded his arms and smirked, "Why would you be afraid of me?"
"You are." Milly examined his physique and glimpsed the semi-erect meat poking out of his shorts, "So big," Milly averted her eyes from his crotch and gave him a graceful smile.
Jeff held some arrogance in his smile, "So, I look stronger than yesterday?".
"No. I meant-."
"You were looking at my cock," Jeff chuckled at his stepmother's flushed face, "Is it big as well?"
Jeff eyed her covered physique with interest. Even without makeup, her face was perfectly aged, reminding him of Jane Fonda.
"No. No. I..."
"You like big, don't you, mom?"
"Well...I." Milly stumbled, unable to respond.
She was too shocked at his bold statements. Milly had discovered the resemblance to her husband the first time she met the boy seven years ago. At 18 years old, he was just as tall as Carl but built like an Ox with a pair of sparkling dark eyes that she assumed related to his birth mother. After his drugged-out mother's death, handsome dark-haired Jeff joined their family home. Jeff was now 25, and although he was staying in the guest room, he walked around as if this were his house. He had arrogantly inherited that confidence from his father.
"I don't mean to make you nervous, mother, I assure you." Jeff winked and rubbed his chest.
"I feel that is exactly what you are trying to accomplish. Let's keep the faith. You and I have been very civil, and I hope we stay that way."
He brought his veiny hand down to a solid six-pack, stopping at the top of his pubic hair. "Surely, you can forgive me. It's a natural reaction to a beautiful woman."
Milly's heart fluttered, following his strong hand down to his erect cock, which now nudged violently against his shorts.
She scoffed, "You remind me so much of Carl. It's almost sickening."
Shaking his head, Jeff chuckled bitterly. He did not like being compared to the man who abandoned him and his mother at a young age.
Jeff smirked, "No. I am nothing like my father."
"You're far more handsome, I think. But we won't tell your father that." Milly winked and reached up to pinch his lightly bearded chin.
"Arent stepmother's supposed to be mean? You've been sweet to me these past few years. And appreciate it. You are a woman of integrity."
Milly blushed, "I try to be. Lucy is making me a cup of tea. Would you like to join me?"
"No thanks, I take to the harder stuff."
"Just like your father," Milly chuckled before noticing the darkness that covered Jeff's expression.
Clearing her throat, she changed course, "Well, I've been known to add a splash of spirits to my cup at times."
His eyes widened in disbelief, "Really?" Jeff figured her religious beliefs deferred her from such vices.
"Carl's got a great aged scotch. Will you join me for a sip?"
Looking down, Jeff licked his lips. The sexual tension coming from his chest as he stepped closer caused goosebumps on Milly's skin.
"Only a sip?" Jeff asked.
Milly gazed into his dark eyes that appeared outlined by the liner. He arched his dark brows for a reply, and she nodded.
"Yes. Just a sip. It would be nice to have some company. It's been lonely the last few days," Milly blinked back at her desire.
Jeff's voice was raspy, "Well, I would do anything to make you happy."
"I'll tell you what, you meet me on the patio, and I'll bring the bottle."
Quickly walking back up the steps, she put on a dress, the only one she could find that fit snugly to her delicate curves. Milly wasn't going to entertain her stepson in her night clothes. That, she thought, would be far too inappropriate. Grabbing the sacred bottle from Carl's nightstand, Milly strutted down to the patio where her tea cup and her delicious stepson sat.
Noticing his stepmother, Jeff couldn't help but lick his lips. Petite in size, she was about 5'5 with a head full of curled blonde hair that fell past her shoulders. The tight dress sent his eyes to her full breasts and flat stomach before settling on her made-up face. His heart raced as she stood over him.
Milly beamed, "I am glad you decided to join me."
"As I said, I'd do anything to make you happy," he swiped his tongue across his plump lips, "What do you need, mother?"
Milly's heart pounded at his ultra bluntness, "Need? I have everything I've ever wanted, thanks to your father."
"Everyone needs something. Or someone."
"Jeff, you remind me so much of your father. I think you struggle with those same sinful desires. I think we all do."
"I just have what women need."
"And what is that?" Milly took a seat across from him, folding her legs.
Jeff chuckled before settling his sights on her smooth calves, "I think you already know. And I know when I am needed. Since you went and got dressed up for me, I suppose you might need me."
Jeff's comment caused her cheeks to blush.
"That's a very adventurous offer. But I got freshened up for a different reason," Milly lied, feeling caught under the microscope of her dashing son.
"You look amazing."
Jeff leaned back while his hand rested on his erect cock. He openly eyed her physique.
"You do something to me. I assume I do the same to you," Jeff smirked, "Mom."
Milly chuckled nervously, "Jeff, you are incredibly enchanting. But your father is my husband. It would help if we both were on our best behavior this evening."
"So, if I were to pick you up. Take you into my room. Lay your body down, knead that tension in your neck and lick you until you scream my name. That would be wrong?"
Milly nervously glanced toward the open balcony, "Let's be polite. Staff is still on duty."
