Characters:
I, Steve, 18 years old
My Dad's soon-to-be wife, Irene, 43 years old
In the first part, Miss Irene had poor Steve jerk off in front of her as she played with her huge silicone tits. This was to teach him a lesson, nr 1 of many. Here we continue Miss Irene's teachings.
The series is about a dirty, seductive stepmom and her teaching her 18-year-old "stepson" how to treat older women. These series are completely unrelated to my other stories or series.
For you who are new to my stories, I am Swedish myself so English is not my native tongue, so bear with me on grammatical issues or misspellings. Focus on the big picture instead.
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The next morning. I sat at the breakfast table, my hair and make-up were perfectly done, of course, and I wore an expensive outfit in anticipation of an important meeting at work later on.
"Good morning, sweetheart," I said with a loving smile as Steve came downstairs.
Steve smiled back and kissed me on the forehead, something he'd done for the past two months, before sitting down to eat.
"Morning Irene! I must say, you look extra wonderful this morning. And thank you for making this wonderful breakfast. Did I ever tell you that you're my favorite person in the world?"
All I could picture was him shooting his load in my panties last night, and yes... I did sniff them later.
"Well aren't you cheerful today," I teasingly noted.
"I'm in a great mood, especially after yesterday."
"Oh, of course. That. It was a pretty outrageous day, I'll admit. And we both certainly got what we wanted out of it, no matter how taboo it was."
"Does that mean you pleasured yourself afterward?" he asked with a smile.
"I guess there's no point in denying it. Yes, I masturbated later on, and it was great. I know it isn't something that I should tell you, but, it's our little secret, and we promised to tell the truth, right?"
"You bet it is and thank you. Speaking of which, can we do it again really quickly? I couldn't stop thinking about you all night, or all morning after I woke up. I could use the relief before class."
"I said not to ask me about it again?" I said in a peeved tone.
"Besides, you looked like you released a healthy amount of sperm last night, so I refuse to believe that you need 'relief' so soon."
Steve gave me a serious look.
"Ire, or since we're alone.... Miss Irene, the amount that I shot last night is what I consider to be normal. I cum that much once or twice a day if I have to. After what we did last night, my body was practically on overdrive. I won't be able to concentrate at school today."
"Then just masturbate the way you normally do."
"I know that, but you've raised the bar after showing me your breasts. I've wanted to see that for a long time. Using my imagination or looking at pictures just won't cut it."
I sighed and gave Steve a playful smile.
"You've made your case. I guess this is my fault for starting this whole thing. But I have an important meeting to attend soon, so, I left you a little gift under my pillow."
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I found out from overhearing Steve on the phone with his girlfriend that he liked high heels and sexy clothing, so, I simply started wearing high heels around the house when he was home, spreading my feet shoulder-width apart, bending over to grab things from shelves and cabinets in front of him.
I would see him get a tent in his sweatpants and give him a big innocent smile on my face while still bent over.
"Oh son, looks like you're entering a jousting match!" I'd say, wiggling my butt and smiling over my shoulder, my black hair spilled down my shoulders.
"Looks like someone is carrying a big banana in their pants!"
Then, still wearing high heels, I began wearing shorter skirts, thin blouses, and lacy stockings around the house that made my round wide hips jiggle and my wobbly boobs stand out for Steve.
"Look at that, son! Are you going to use that hardwood to row us down the river!? Looks like someone better go look if you can find some dirty panties, hmmm Steve?"
I started bouncing and wiggling around the house instead of just walking, often wearing high heels and short, tight, frilly clothes. This drove Steve crazy and a few times I caught him slowly stroking his pants while I was in the room! No matter what, I kept my innocent smile as I bounced and wiggled about for him, bending over and shaking my hips as I moved about the house.
"You naughty boy! Point that big hose away from your soon-to-be Step-Mom!" I smiled and wiggled about in the kitchen while I stirred a pot of soup in front of my "son", exaggerating every movement to tease him as much as possible.
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It was a Saturday morning, Aaron was outside cutting the grass, Steve was in his room, and I felt a little horny. I need to cum, I need a cock or one of my dildos, but first, let's go tease little Steven.
I walked into his room.
I had on a short red silk robe, wrapped tight enough to show off my hourglass form, showing plenty of leg, and opened just enough to reveal my huge cleavage, and of course, in high-heeled 'fuck me' slippers.
"Steve, out of curiosity, how did my breasts look to you?" I asked.
"I need to know a man's perspective on them."
Steve was shocked. He didn't expect this, Dad's new wife asking for his opinion on her tits.
"They look great," he said. "From what I can see, yeah... they look great."
Steve was speechless and his eyes got big as sauces when I slowly pulled the silk belt.
"Are you sure that's a good idea, Miss Irene?" he asked.
"You really want to see them, and I need a man's opinion of them," I replied.
