It's been a long day and an even longer week. She is very much looking forward to relaxing this evening, maybe having a glass of wine and just maybe she will finally get some sex tonight from her husband.
As the evening progresses her husband comes home late from his job, tired and beat. He still finds time to be affectionate to her, but when things lead to the bedroom, unfortunately, he passes out. She's disappointed... again. She can't fault him for it, if she wasn't so damn horney, she would snuggle up to him and go to sleep as well. However, she's just not quite ready to go to sleep either.
Retying her silk robe, she decides to take her nearly full glass of wine,
no sense in going to sleep and wasting it
, and heads downstairs to see what's on tv. As an afterthought she glances in the mirror as she passes and makes sure everything is covered. Well, she wouldn't want the children to see anything.
She's not wearing a bra and her big, full breasts are mostly covered while still revealing a more than appropriate amount of cleavage. The silk robe is her favorite, it feels so soft on her naked skin, she absolutely loves it. Although, it's a tad short to be wearing around the house, because it just barely covers her butt. If she were to bend over at all it would easily expose her butt cheeks and the very skimpy panties she's wearing underneath. Well, no matter, she says to herself, there is an afghan on the couch, so if someone were to happen to wake up she will be covered. Not that she's expecting anyone to be awake, it is after 10pm.
As she descends the steps she realizes someone must have left the tv on, the volume is low but it's definitely on and there are no other lights on in the house. Walking into the living room she glances around the couch for the afghan and doesn't see it in its usual spot. Perplexed, she sets the wine glass down on the coffee table absently and climbs onto the couch on her knees. She leans over the back to reach down and see if it has fallen behind the couch onto the floor. It's so dark she can't see it and she fumbles around with her hands.
She jumps as she hears, "Are you looking for this, Dani?"
Spinning around and standing up she realizes her step-son, Alan is sitting on the recliner in the corner covered with the afghan she's been looking for. She didn't even notice him sitting there motionless in the dark. Trying to hide her embarrassment, she realizes her robe and previous position probably just gave him one hell of a view of her ass.
She instinctively tries to pull her robe down and readjust it as much as she can so that not as much of her chest is exposed to him. She knows he's a full grown man and has probably seen a lot more than what she's showing him, but she shouldn't be showing her step-son so much of her body.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Alan, I really didn't see you there in the dark... umm, you sure you don't want it?" she asks him, with as much calm as she can manage.
"No, it's alright, you're wearing a lot less than me, hehehe," he chuckles with his deep voice.
As he pulls it off and hands it to her, she can't help but notice his bare muscular chest and long toned arms. He is very much a strong, handsome and younger version of her husband. Her eyes devour his body and she feels a warmth spreading from her middle that she knows she shouldn't be feeling. But, he looks just like her husband, and she's proud that he has developed into such a handsome young man. He will have no problem getting a beautiful young wife, who he will have great sex with and she's sure he will pleasure her very deeply.
Why are you thinking that?
She asks herself.
My God, I am way too horney
.
Why did my husband have to fall asleep and put me in this awkward position?
She settles down onto the couch and covers herself completely from her toes all the way up to her neck. She tries to extinguish those strange thoughts by covering herself and establish a more proper modicum of decency. As she switches her focus to the tv and tries to ignore her inner hunger and emotions, she idly talks to him about what they're watching.
His responses are short, not dismissive, but he has always spoken no more than he needs to. He is, of course, always polite to her and respectful, but there is always something else in his eyes that she has never been able to quite put her finger on. Almost as if he sees her differently somehow than just his step-mother. Nothing negative she's sure, but something... appreciative?... when he looks at her.
While pondering this, she can't help but notice him shivering, which he tries to hide by moving around in the recliner a little bit. Without a thought, her mouth opens and she says, 'Alan, why don't you come sit over here next to me on the couch, we can share this old afghan, it's ok baby, come here."
Why did I just say that?
She asks herself. But then defensively responds,
I'm his step-mother. I'm concerned for his health. I'm sure I can keep him warm
. She corrects herself,
with the afghan
, chastising herself.
Did I just call him baby? Oh no, maybe he didn't notice.
It wasn't the connotation of a mother's affection for her son's usage of baby. It was the more sexual version of the word baby that she used. Then she notices he is wearing just his boxers as he sits down near the end of the couch and somewhat close to her.
She decides to sit next to him with her head on his shoulder.
Just so I can wrap the afghan around both of us
, she tells herself.
Tucking her feet under herself, very quickly she feels herself become warm, although she suspects the warmth is coming from inside her and not the afghan. For some reason she can't seem to get comfortable and finds herself having to adjust herself in small ways on the couch.
To hide her discomfort she leans over to grasp the wine glass and as she brings it up to her lips she notices he is looking right at her chest. The robe is hanging way too open and exposing almost all of her breast to him. As she smiles and giggles very slightly, she tugs on the robe to try and cover herself, but she's sitting on the robe and it doesn't really move over much. She glances back at him to smile, and he smiles back.
Well
, she decides,
it's not like he can see your nipple, just a whole lot of skin
.
She takes another swallow of wine, a little bit more than a gulp really to try and settle herself. But that growing warmth is making itself very well known to her and a relaxed, carefree attitude is settling itself down on her in a very nice way. That warm and fuzzy feeling from the alcohol is also starting to kick in, which is very pleasing as well.
She reaches out to set the wine glass down on the table with her left hand and puts her right hand down to steady herself. She puts her hand down on his leg, and she can feel his muscles tighten and flex. She watches out of the corner of her eye and pleasingly notices that he is once again watching her chest to see if her robe falls open to reveal even more of her breasts, which of course it does.
As she leans back, she turns slightly toward him to give him a better view without being obvious about it and in doing so her right hand moves slightly. She feels something move under his boxers that just barely brushes her fingers. His eyes widen as she looks down and realizes exactly where her hand is and hastily yanks her hand back. She had no idea her fingers were practically in his crotch.
