Melanie visits her stepmom to find a nasty surprise

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Opening the door Junior decided to make an entrance. It might remove any chance of her flashing him. He pushed open the bathroom door and strode in defiantly, hit the oil puddle and slipped. As he fell, his hand yanked on the ornate chrome handle, breaking it off and slamming the door shut.

Arms and legs flailing, his out-of-control body landed flat on his back with. arms outstretched above his head. Banging his head on the floor, his vision swam. The last thing he saw in focus was a very naked, oiled and rotund Jennifer. As he struggled to retain his consciousness, he thought, “she looks concerned”.

Junior, nude except for black undersized speedos, lay on the oily floor groaning. Although his fall had been dramatic, and she had wanted to laugh, she didn’t. Junior’s head had made a sickening “thwack” as it hit the floor.

“You OK, sweetheart?” Jennifer asked as she slid over to him on her knees.

Her fat rolls wobbled with every movement and her tits swung wildly as she leaned into the slide.

Junior appreciated the show on some primal level. Part of his brain was reeling from the blow it just took, the other was admiring his stepmother’s oiled figure and sending his brain all the wrong signals. How would she feel on his cock as he slid his cock around her opulent fat rolls and geographic-sized tits. Blood flooded into his penis and, like a well-oiled machine, it became erect. Junior felt Jennifer’s warm and oiled body slide up to his inert form and pick his head up.

“You ok?” Jennifer said with a concerned smile, her face framed by her huge, oiled tits. Her voice was a little more high-pitched and her worried tone disarmed Junior.

“What the fuck happened?” Junior was slowly gathering his thoughts.

“You slipped. Then fell. I think you may have broken the bathroom door.” Jennifer said with a sigh as she patted Junior’s chest, and leaving it slightly oiled.

Junior’s eyes swept the air in front of him, not really seeing, but an automatic response, as his brain tried to process the sudden physical and mental stimuli. Junior rolled his head towards Jennifer’s voluptuous frame. His mind focused on her slicked and trimmed pubic hairs. Another part of his brain, the one that didn’t want blood filling his cock, saw this and finally woke. Junior sat up.

It appeared to Jennifer that he had decided to get up and run. She often had this effect on men and it never failed to make her smile. Some men just could not handle the curves, she thought.

Junior, in his haste to get up, forgot about the oil, slid, fell, righted himself then fell again, like some bizarre dance. When he fell the final time, he experienced his own hoisted-on-his-own-petard moment as his speedos caught on the remaining ornate bathroom doorknob. The fabric slowed his fall with an epic and almost cinematic tearing sound, followed by the clatter of another broken doorknob.

“Fuck,” Junior said.

“If you wanted to get undressed you could have without all the strange sliding around.” Jennifer said, lowering her eyes to look at his engorged and purple-headed cock.

Junior attempted to cover his dick, but gave up. Touching it made the situation worse.

“What the fuck is on the floor?” Junior said as he slid backwards to the door to try and open it.

“Oil,” Jennifer said matter of factly.

“Ok, I think I could guess it was oil,” he paused, then looked at the floor, then incredulously at Jennifer. “Why the fuck is there oil all over the floor of the master bathroom?” Junior felt a mania sweep him. “Elaborate trap for home invasion?” Jennifer snorted at this last comment, it; only fuelled him. “What was the plan…to rape them or keep them as perverted sex slaves.”

“Well, I caught you,” Jennifer said, emphasising the word well.

She moved to sit on her bottom to get off her knees which hated the hard floor. “I mean does that mean I rape you now,” she said with a squeak as she slipped onto her back, her legs spread wide in desperation to gain some control. It made her look like a frog rolling in mud with her tits, ass, legs and arms flailing everywhere.

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