"I'll be fine." You say, acting as ill as possible. Your erection is still raging. It's torturing you with fear of being caught. You fake cough harshly to add to the illusion of being sick. Christine is buying every minute of your dishonest act.
"Yeah, why am I worrying so much? You can take care of yourself,” your stepmother says with soft eyes, gently smiling. She hugs you, pressing her warm, perk breasts against your horny body in the process. You can smell the sweet aroma of her perfume, not wanting the hug to end.
Sadly it does as she eases up and softly kisses you on the forehead with her warm, sweet lips. You watch her round ass sway sexily as she strolls out your room. 'Damn, she is fine,' you quietly whisper to yourself in the lonesome.
“Bye.” You hear her loudly yell. Yes! Now you have the day to do whatever you want. There are so many things that you have in mind. First, you’d like to take care of your little problem and release some stress. You need a little imagination to help your cause, though. The first woman that pops into your mind is the sexy and classy Christine, your voluptuous stepmother.
You trail your eager hand down to your massive erection, which is draped in pre-cum, grabbing and slowly rubbing yourself. You tightly grasp your smooth cock under the engorged head, stroking up and down, slowly. You think of Christine seductively unbuttoning her business jacket while doing a sexy strip for you. In your mind she slowly removes her beige, suede jacket, and in the same sexy fashion, follows with her bra. You imagine how her soft, creamy breasts look like. In your mind, they're perfect, no more than a handful, and just right. You imagine her having little, pink nipples, which are stiff, looking very erotic.
In your perverted little mind, you imagine them slowly jiggling as she exotically dances, with her long golden hair, flowing back in a soft breeze, and with her cute hardened nipples, poking out into the cool air. You imagine yourself grasping them, squeezing them, copping a tender handful, and enjoying the warm softness. You are getting so close to spraying your sheets with your hot seed. You are about to reach the peak of satisfaction, when:
“DING! DONG! DING! DONG!” ruins your concentration. 'Damn that doorbell,' you think to yourself angrily. 'Stupid fucking thing,' you continue in your head. You were about to finally release your morning stress. You quickly and clumsily get dressed, and you rush towards the door.
You unlock the door and when you open it you see... |