The joys of having sex with an Asian stepmother. Twenty year old James Middleton ignored his stepmother’s call. He had one more kill to make on his X-box game and he could advance to the next level.
“James Middleton! I know you can hear me!”
James groaned loudly, put down his controller and stood. He knew when his stepmother called him by his first and last name she meant business. He left his room and walked slowly toward the kitchen.
“Yes, Mai?”
Her voice softened. “It’s been ten years since your father and I married. And you still won’t call me ‘Mom’. Why?”
James glared at the small oriental woman standing in front of him, her hands on her hips. His father was a career military man. He’d been on an assignment in Japan when he’d met Mai, married her and brought her home. James had never liked her and he voiced his displeasure every chance he got.
“‘Cause you’re not my mother and you never will be. Now tell me what you want so I can get back to what I was doing!”
“Don’t strike that attitude with me Little Jimmie. Your father will hear about this.”
James Middleton sneered. “Number one,” he began, “My father is in Turkey. Won’t be home until late next year. So, I don’t give a damn. Number two; you know I hate to be called ‘Little Jimmie.’ In case you haven’t noticed, I ain’t so little anymore.”
Mai Middleton took a deep breath to calm herself. She blushed inwardly. “If he only knew how I wish I could find out how “not so little” he was,” she thought to herself.
Mai’s thoughts about her stepson had turned her brain to mush. One look at his shirtless chiseled upper torso and she was a goner. She couldn’t remember what it was she wanted him to do!
“Don’t just stand there,” James said, his voice raised and noticeably irritated. “I’ve got things to do. I don’t have that much of my summer vacation left. I’ll be heading back to school soon. I can’t be wasting it all waiting for you to get your head out of your ass. What do you want?”
Mai shook her head in a useless effort to clear her mind of its clutter of forbidden thoughts. Her only salvation was to get him out of the kitchen and out of her sight. “Uh,” she said with an echoing stutter as she glanced about the room. “Never mind. I’ll do it myself.”
Exasperated almost beyond measure, James hunched his shoulders and leaned forward putting his face mere inches from hers. “You’re useless,” he told her. “Always have been. Always will be.” He turned and went back to his room.
Later that day James entered the kitchen and took in the sight of his stepmother standing atop a custom made stool, reaching into the upper cabinet. As he walked behind her on his way to the refrigerator, he looked up.
As she stretched her five foot, one inch frame to its limit, Mai’s already too tight shorts had clung to her as if they had been glued on. Every inch of her vaginal area was outlined in the prettiest shade of blue her stepson had ever seen.
James didn’t want to admit it; especially not to himself. But he found himself think something other than hateful thoughts about Mai. With a stir in his groin, he continued to stare at her crotch. What had begun as a small, almost imperceptible twitching of his cock developed quickly into a full-fledged hard on when he noticed a single, black pubic hair sticking out from the leg band of her shorts clinging to the inside of her right thigh.