This is a story of how I seduced my beautiful, 39 year old, red hot step-mom. Or, am I fooling myself? Did she, in fact, seduce me? All I know was that she was ready and willing to be taken. That much became obvious. Because, as I learned in the course of our affair, she was sex-starved and frustrated within her marriage to my Dad.
As far as I was concerned, I have to confess that I'd been lusting after her for years, even though, I was now still only 20 and attending College. She was getting to be an obsession with me, as I constantly ogled her long shapely legs and admired her womanly curves. If it was remotely possible to have her, I wanted her. There was no two ways about it.
It started off as a prank one unforgettable morning when I followed her downstairs, as she came out of the bathroom after her shower. She was wearing only her white bathrobe which was short enough to get me all excited.
I crawled unseen along the hall way and into the open plan kitchen/dining area where Mom now stood leaning over the kitchen workbench. As she leaned forward on the counter, her robe rose up at the back, giving me a great view underneath. The thought of her being naked underneath that robe really turned me on. I got a hard-on in no time. Silently, I kneeled down directly behind her. She was talking to Dad and my sister Chloe, seated at a table a few yards away in the dining area, at the other side of the workbench, but, of course, they couldn't see me, on my hands and knees.
I concentrated on staring at Mom's legs from the back; long tanned, exquisitely shaped and oh so tempting. I loved those legs and had longed to get my hands on them. I think she knew about my obsession, hell, she had even told me off about my constant ogling. Now, I couldn't resist the temptation, because, they were so close. Taking a big chance, I reached out and touched her just above the ankle. I half expected her to get annoyed, or laugh and kick out at me. But, all that happened was that I felt her give a little jump of surprise. Otherwise, she didn't move or say anything. So, I just left my hand there. Then gaining in confidence I ran my fingers up her shapely calves and felt the silky smooth firmness of her skin.
She kept on having the conversation with the other two, but, she must have realised it was me getting up to mischief. Duly encouraged, my hand slowly kept on going higher, past her knees and up the back of her thighs. Still, she didn't move or give me away. I couldn't believe she was letting me do this. Luckily, the kitchen bench was high enough to shield me from view.
My throat was dry, heart thumping as I carried on my incestuous groping of those beautifully shaped legs. Feeling bold, I got in closer still, pushed her robe up higher and was all over her legs and thighs, front and back. Oh my God how wonderful it was. I was hidden from view and able to get up to sexual misconduct. Also, I kept kissing the backs of her thighs as high up as I could manage. As long as I couldn't be seen I was on safe ground.
I thought Mom would play hell with me later, but, right now, amazingly, she was letting me get away with it. For the next few minutes, I enjoyed myself, feeling stroking and touching Mom's perfect legs. Keep talking, Mom, don't move from here, I prayed. And, mercifully, she kept still and made herself available to my dirty groping and exploring.
Then, Dad and Chloe finally made a move to leave the dining table. So, I crawled back out of the kitchen as fast as I could. I didn't want to get caught, no way. How could I explain what I had been up to?
I moved quick up to my bedroom and had a nice meaningful wank while the images and feel of Mom's beautifully shaped legs were still fresh on my hands and in my mind. And, the same thought kept hammering through my brain. She had let me get my hand away without an inkling of protest...SHE HAD LET ME! ... What a great wank I had with that heady realization in my one track mind.
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Mom is a beautiful woman, at least I think so. Guys at school think she is too. Richie's hot Mom is how they describe her.
Young men shouldn't think about their mother in a sexual way, but I do. I have ever since I reached my teens. Now I'm 20 and as horny as hell for her. I mentioned her incredible legs, but, she has a good figure too. Nice curves, big tits. Dad was so lucky to have landed her after getting divorced from my real mother some 7 years ago. She came into our lives then, bringing me a pretty young step sister as part of our new family. I often wonder what she sees in my Dad. He's a lazy slob always slouched in front of the T.V.
Mom and I hardly spoke for the best part of a week. I figured it was because of how I had pawed her in the kitchen that morning and letting my lust take over. I felt guilty and a little ashamed. Finally, I got the chance to speak to her when she was hanging out some washing in the garden. She saw me coming and turned her back to me. Obviously, she was still mad at me.
"I know you're mad about what I did the other morning," I said. "Just tell me how to make it up to you and I will."
She turned her head slightly and I saw a frown. She was thinking about what I had said. I was hoping she would forgive me...
"Come down to the basement with me," she said. "Right now."
She marched off and I hurried along behind. Then at the top of the steps to the basement she stopped and said. "Go down there and make yourself comfortable. I'll be back in ten minutes, I need to change...so stay there..."
Oh God, I thought as I made my way down the steps. The basement was Mom's domain, where she did her laundry and kept the freezer and storage cupboards. She wanted me alone, so she could tear a strip off me. That's what I thought. There was a coffee table and chairs down there where we had placed them rather than be throwing stuff out. So that's where I sat waiting...
It was nearly 20 minutes later, when I heard Mom descending the steps. You could always hear someone coming down the stairs into that basement room.
When I saw Mom come in, I was taken by surprise. She had changed from her work clothes and now looked very smart indeed. She looked as if she was going out somewhere. I was very puzzled.
"How do I look?" she asked.
"You look fantastic Mom," I replied and she did. She was wearing a white blouse, a short black skirt and high heels. She had also done a full make up and let her dark hair fall to her shoulders. It was a very feminine look.
"Now I know you think that I'm annoyed with you and I am" she said "But not for the reasons you think."
"When I felt your hands on my legs in the kitchen that morning I got all excited. You see nothing like that has happened to me for such a long time. My sex life these days is practically non-existent..."
"Mom, you don't have to..."
"Shut up and listen."
