Stepmom & Stepson Share a Motel Bed
Stepmom and stepson share a bed in the only motel available during a hurricane.
Named after my father, a successful lawyer, my name is Johnathon, but everyone calls me Johnny instead of junior. I'm a nineteen-year-old virgin that I hope will change as soon as I start college in September. My stepmother is Elizabeth, a beautiful, 38-year-old redhead with blue eyes, freckles, and a shapely and sexy figure. With me a virgin, always horny, and filled with testosterone, I can't count how many times I've masturbated over imagining Elizabeth topless, naked, and having forbidden sex with her.
Happy and proud to see me embark on college, she volunteered to drive me to look at colleges. We took my dad's beloved 2011, Lincoln Town Car, signature series L, in shiny black, of course, and sporting all of the extra added on chrome. With the airbag rear and self-leveling rear suspension, long gone are the Chrysler Imperial and the Cadillac Brougham, the Lincoln Town car was America's last true, luxury sedan.
As quiet, roomy, and comfortable as a Rolls Royce of a Bentley, the Lincoln Town Car was considered the American Rolls Royce. This luxury automobile has a longer wheelbase, wider rear doors, and six more inches of legroom in the backseat. I can stretch my long legs all the way out without hitting the front seat. The 2011 Lincoln Town Car was the last factory built limousine made by Lincoln. There are many stretch limousines, of course, but none of them are made by Lincoln.
Listing for $53,450 in 2011, my dad bought the car new in 2011 for $50,000. The car has only a little more than 25,000 miles on it. Giving them the royal treatment as if being chauffeured in a limousine, he only used the Town Car to pick up clients at the airport. Everyone felt special when being driven in that car.
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An intelligent, albeit stubborn man, my dad refused to get vaccinated. He left me enough money to pay my college tuition before he died of COVID. Fortunately for me, after all of my hard work and studying, all three of the colleges that I applied to not only accepted me but also offered me full scholarships with room and board. Instead of having to pay out two-hundred-forty-thousand-dollars over four years, I'd be attending the college of my choice for free.
At around one-hundred-fifty-thousand-dollars, that would free up the money to follow in my father's footsteps and attend law school for three-years, pass the bar, and become a lawyer. I'd have plenty of money left to buy a new car, a Mustang GT with a 6-speed transmission. My life was good, really good. Now, I only needed to get laid.
Earning a perfect score on my SAT's, I aced my college board exam. With all of the AP extra credit courses that I took, I had plenty of extra credit activities, too. Active in my community, establishing a youth sports center, I solicited funds to build a playground in my neighborhood. Something that looked good on my college application, it helped that I was fluent in four languages, French, Italian, Spanish, and English.
Now, with my stepmother's help, I needed to visit three colleges in one day to see the one I wanted to attend for the next four-years. Fortunately, within driving distance, they were all within a one-hundred mile radius. Not having to go out again, we could do that all in one day.
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A big deal for me, quite the extra bonus, I'd be alone in a car with my hot stepmother. Instead of her being distracted by constantly checking her cell phone, and instead of her working from home, I'd have her full, undivided attention. Before we left, as soon as she disappeared in her bathroom, I quickly went to her bedroom to take a pair of her panties from her lingerie drawer for the road trip to masturbate over later. I loved stroking myself over my stepmother's sexy underwear.
Something that I didn't know until I stumbled over her open computer screen, she left it like that to go to the bathroom. Not believing my horny eyes, shocking me, something I didn't know nor suspected, my stepmother worked as a webcam model. Forget about her working as a legal secretary in my dad's office before he died, webcam modeling was now how she earned money to work from home. My MILF of a stepmother is a webcam model.
Making sense now, I always wondered why she had a video camera set up on a tripod in her bedroom. Now I know why. She filmed herself in the privacy of her bedroom with her bedroom door closed and locked.
She exposed her lingerie clad, topless, and naked body to horny men willing to pay for the pleasure of seeing her without her clothes. She gave them sexy, private shows. Quickly doing the math in my head, she earned more than twice the money as a webcam model than she'd earn as a legal secretary.
I wished that I could be a fly on the wall in her bedroom. Only if I was, she'd swat me. She teased her clit with a red, sex toy vibrating and pulsating while buried in her pussy. She chatted with men who paid her in tokens for the privilege to chat with her in her sexiest clothes, her revealing nightgowns, her bras, her panties, topless, and naked.
Before she emerged from the bathroom, not allowed to post photos of herself naked, I hurriedly looked at her lingerie-clad and topless photos of herself that she had posted on her site. Having never seen my stepmother's naked breasts, I was seeing them now. They were enormous. They were shapely. They were spectacular.
As soon as I heard her toilet flush, and heard her washing her hands, forgetting about taking a pair of her panties with me, I left her computer the way that I found it, and left her bedroom. Not wanting to be caught looking at her webcam site, I didn't want her to know that I knew that she was an exhibitionistic whore. I always thought highly of my stepmother. A church going woman, I truly believed that she was morally modest. Now, I know differently. I know who she really is.
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Impossible to remove her website, and her revealing photos of her in her lingerie and topless from my horny mind, before we left, we listened to the weather. Several hundred miles away, there was a hurricane brewing and, thankfully, heading in the opposite direction. Even though it was far in the distance, we still had heavy rains and high winds. With this the perfect time to go for the both of us, we decided not to postpone our journey because of the weather.
While staring at the weather map, I plotted the hurricane's movement and path as if I was a meteorologist. I estimated that we should have plenty of time to visit the colleges and return safely home. Only, having a mind of its own, Mother Nature is unpredictable.
Several hours later, as soon as we headed home, the hurricane changed direction and headed our way. With lots of people stranded on the roads, everyone had the same idea. They looked for shelter from the storm beneath bridges, and searched for overnight accommodations.
After stopping at several motels that were booked, we found the only motel with a room. Only, it was a single room with a full-sized bed, a small sofa, a desk, and a chair. At 6' 3" tall, the sofa was too short for me to comfortably sleep. I could have slept on the floor but I have a bad back from playing football as a lineman in high school.
Yet, better than sleeping in the car, especially with tornado warnings, we took the room. A good thing, the room was on the first floor, in the back of the motel, and away from the monsoon like rains and the screeching, high winds. With us safely insulated by other rooms beside us, and behind us, we barely knew that there was a storm out front. The motel guests on the higher floors, the fourth, fifth, and sixth floors, and at the front of the motel, with their windows rattling and threatening to break, took the brunt of the storm.
We quickly grabbed extra food to eat and beverages to drink at the food court inside of the motel before a panic set in and all of the food and drinks were gone. Filling up her thermos, she opted for coffee and bottles of juice, and I grabbed several bottles of water. Then, we headed to our first-floor room with our food and drinks in hand to check out our accommodations.
Smaller than my stepmother's closet in her master bedroom, the room was extremely small. Blatantly obvious, there was only one, full-sized bed. Clearly, the room was meant for only one person. At least we'd be comfortably warm and cozy in bed.
Already touting an erection, I secretly had a sexual fantasy of having sex with my stepmother. I hoped that all of my dreams would come true. Even if nothing happens, I'll be stroking my cock later while imagining that we had sex. I was beyond sexually excited with the prospect and sexual anticipation of sleeping in the same bed with my stepmother.
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