Step mother takes full control of me
“Drop your trousers,” she commanded. “I don’t want to tell you again.”
I was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, eyes locked on my voluptuous stepmom. My father had married her while I was away at University, and now that I was home it took everything I had not to perv on her. This was difficult, seeing as she, Scarlet, was drop-dead gorgeous, with an amazing body, the sexiest accent around, and a very domineering attitude.
For the most part, I thought I’d done fairly well, but today, luck was no longer on my side. I’d noticed her in the kitchen washing dishes, and stopped to have a look. Ever since I could remember, I’ve had a bit of a thing for rubber gloves and was desperate to catch a glimpse of Scarlet wearing some. She did not disappoint.
She was over by the sink, flowers in her hair, wearing a purple top and a floral dress, topped off by a pair of tight, yellow rubber dishwashing gloves. The moment I saw them on her hands, I could feel my cock begin to grow in my pants.
I should have walked away right then, but I was distracted by the sight in front of me, so much so that I didn’t realize Scarlet and noticed me until her voice broke me from my trance.
“What do you think you’re doing over there?” She asked, stopping her dishwashing and taking a step towards the door. I tried to turn and leave but the moment I did she spotted the bulge in my pants, and her attitude changed almost immediately. “Are you getting a hard-on watching me? You naughty little wanker!”
I tried to protest, but no words came out. Before I knew it Scarlet was standing right in front of me, and a still-damp rubber finger poked at my crotch. “You are, you dirty boy. Getting a stiffy for your stepmother. That won’t do now will it?”
There was no answer I could give, nor did she expect one. Instead, she commanded me to drop my pants, and the order shocked me so much I couldn’t even react. Which only made her angrier with me.
“Drop your trousers,” she commanded. “I don’t want to tell you again.”
This time I did as she asked, and once they were curled up around my ankles, Scarlet grabbed the waistline of my boxers in her gloved fingers and pulled them down as well.
Within seconds I was half-naked in front of her, and though it was quite an erotic scene, I was terrified of what she would say or do. Would she tell my father? Throw me out of the house? I didn’t know, so all I could do was wait.
She didn’t make me wait long.
“Now then, we need to make some things clear, don’t we? As long as you are under my roof, you will have to learn to obey my rules. Think you can do that?”
I wasn’t sure what to say, but Scarlet quickly took hold of my chin with a rubber-gloved hand.
“Seems you’ll need some proper training. Look at me.”
My eyes were drawn to hers, and though I’d seen them countless times, something about looking into them now felt different.
“That’s right, stare into my eyes. You’ve been a naughty boy, haven’t you?”
I thought to nod, but her grip on my chin made it impossible to move my head. All I could do was try and answer as best I could. “Yes…”
“You’ve wanked that cock of yours thinking about your sexy stepmom, haven’t you?”
As much as I didn’t want to answer, to admit the obvious truth, I was in no position to do otherwise. Even lying seemed impossible, given my half-naked state as well as her deep, penetrating gaze staring at me. “Yes…”
Within seconds her grip grew tighter, and I struggled against it. “Yes, what?”
I don’t know why I said what I did, but somehow, at that moment, it seemed right. “Yes, Miss Scarlet.”
Seeing as she relaxed her grip somewhat, and smiled those lovely red lips of hers, it seemed to be the correct answer.
“That’s right. You’re learning already…Now then, let’s see what we have to work with, shall we?”
Her other gloved hand moved towards my cock, and much as I wanted to look, to see what she intended to do, she refused to allow my head to move even an inch. All I could do was stare at her beautiful face as her hand explored my crotch.
