Dirty Stepmom: Intimate Reads (Spank Bank Reads)

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I continued, edging down to her belly and grabbing her. My fingers exploiting every nook and cranny. Her face fell. "Oh... Adam please..." she began to beg. It wasn't desperate begging. It seemed almost playful, though it was still begging. For the next week she wears that outfit when dad is gone it’s driving me crazy. She’s been more bold and flirting more.

Then she comes out in just a towel and goes to kitchen. I can see her at sink she reached in cabinet which raised the towel and i could see the bare curve of her lower **. My step-mother had had a very frustrating day. She'd failed a job interview (again) and was worrying about the state of the marriage. My father was out on a week-long business trip. Lately, they'd both been drifting apart and for me it had awoken memories of him and my mom before the divorce. That day, she'd come home from work and was sitting on the couch in the living room, reading a magazine. I also let him know what someone puts on their body isn’t an invitation, for him or anyone else, ever. And he should always take heed on how he looks at people, especially women. There is a way to look at a woman without staring or gawking. No matter how you see her, she deserves respect. I don’t care what she’s wearing. No, but I would like to try it out." She looked at me firmly. "Tie me up. Not too tight. Untie me immediately if I tell you to. And don't do anything... extreme." I turned off the TV and sat for a moment, contemplating what I might do next. If I untied her, the fun would be over. I feared she might even punish me for stripping her down so much. I needed to make her enjoy it but also show her who was in control. If tonight went well and she enjoyed it, I might be able to do it more often.I’m not saying I didn’t look at her body when she was in swim suit or ** when she wore tight jeans. Sure i did. But never fantasized about her. She sighed. "A passing interest, yes." She paused. "I've never done anything... exciting. As in, I've never explored myself in that way." I wiped the sweat from her brow. Then I slowly shook my head. She looked at me, slightly more frustrated. There was a moment of silence. I felt my heart slowly beginning to pound. I suddenly began to fear the worst. She was my step-mom after all. Even if we weren't related and didn't really see each other in such a way it still somehow sounded wrong. I felt the tension between us. Regardless, I told him nobody should be judged based on how they dress — not even your very embarrassing mother. Most people wear what they are comfortable in, what makes them feel good. It doesn’t matter where it came from because this isn’t how we judge others. We focus on how they make us feel, if they are kind, how they treat people. I told him judging people for what they wear is very transparent, and he will be missing out on a lot in life if he is going to focus on making friends because of what they wear, what they have, or what they look like.

I whispered to her. "I wanna play a game with you. If you win, I'll untie you. If you lose, I get to have some fun." Hello! Sorry this took me so long. I find writing erotic stuff easiest when I'm horny - annoyingly I wasn't in the mood for much of the past month. But I've finished it now. I hope you enjoy! Too far?" I said, sitting down at her feet. I looked around at where I was. Clothes strewn about the floor, a vibrator by the foot of the chair, the beautiful woman tied up willingly. "You draw the line at this?" She moved her legs to cover up her most private area. Before she had the chance to do anything risky though, I grabbed her left leg. I began to tie it, tightly, to the leg of the chair. I did the same to her right leg, then tying it below the knee to allow minimal movement. She struggled to close her legs but couldn't, giving me the perfect view of her clit.That was definitely exciting..." she said. "But the clothes... you shouldn't have done that. It's not right."