Step-mother and step-son

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Carsten stood transfixed, his hand slowly moving towards his crotch as he stood there looking at his step-mother’s nudity. Although covered by the sheer nightie, he could see the shadows outlining her huge left breast as it rested on the mound flesh of the right. And the fabric was tented over the large erect nipple, which caused him to squeeze is cock through his pants. He turned away and quickly made his way to the bathroom.

Mary heard him close the bathroom door and opened her eyes fully. She was hoping her would jerk off right there at the door but she heard the show start and realized he would finish in the shower. She thought of all that cum going down the drain, and shook her head at the waste. She needed to do more to bring this to a head.

…..

Saturday was the day. Mary had continued to tease Carsten for the last few days, wearing outfits that would make a 90-year old take notice. He was not working today so would be home all day and night. On the other hand, Wes would be with his dad the whole weekend so she could complete her seduction of her own step-son. She was up early Saturday morning and had breakfast ready when her son came down the stairs.

“Morning, Mom,” he said as he walked into the kitchen. She was dressed in loose fitting sweatpants and an oversized dark tee-shirt, with some slippers on. She was just putting two plates on the kitchen table.

“Morning, baby,” she said with a smile. She reached over and hugged him lightly. “I made breakfast for you. Just sit down and you’ll have it in a moment.” When she brought the food over, they both sat and ate. They talked about his school work, and what he would be doing with his dad this weekend. A horn sounded out front and Wes grabbed his weekend bag, gave his mother a fast kiss on the cheek, and raced out the door. She moved to a window to ensure that they pulled out and left the driveway. Then she went to the kitchen and cleaned up the breakfast dishes, giving her ex time enough that they would not turn back for any forgotten items.

She went to her bedroom and removed the tee-shirt and sweat pants, unveiling a black satin corset hidden underneath. She lifted each of her large breasts in turn, folding the full cup in half to become a shelf, so her tan areolas and large nipples would be exposed. She slipped her feet into some four-inch, stiletto-heeled sandals and strapped them around her feet. She checked herself in the mirror, ensuring that the six garters linked to her sheer stocking were not twisted and where even across her ass and thighs. She brushed her hair one last time, then applied a dab of perfume to her cleavage, just above her pubic hair, and at the top of her but crack. Then she walked across the hall to Carsten’s room.

Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked into the room. Standing in the middle of the room, she surveyed his sleeping form. His longish blond hair covered part of his face as he lay sleeping. The single sheet covered him from waist down, so his muscular chest was exposed, covered with sparse blond hair. Farther down, she could see a long bulge that must be his morning wood. She already new it was large and wondered if it was as big, or even bigger, than his father’s cock that had brought her much pleasure in their short marriage.

“Carsten, “she called softly. “Can you wake up?” He stirred in the bed and she repeated the call. He opened his eyes, blinked, and then reopened his eyes wide in amazement.

“Mary!” he exclaimed. “What are you doing?”

“I think it is time to stop pretending,” she said softly, as she moved a little closer to the bed. “I know you have been watching me. And I have needs too. I just want to find someone who can take care of those needs.”

“But you’re my Dad’s wife,” he stated, stalling for time while he processed this in his mind. His eyes were checking her out and his penis twitched under the sheet.

“Widow,” she corrected. “I loved your father, but he has been gone for a while now. I have needs that he met but his death left a big emptiness in my life. I am not ready to date, but I really need some sex. Can’t you help a girl out?”

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