My Mothers Boyfriend - Sex Stories

My Mothers Boyfriend

... knees trembling slightly, she prepared to greet her mom's boyfriend.

Mark approached her holding out a bouquet of roses in his hand. Mark’s commanding presence filled the room, his athletic frame evident beneath his sports jacket. Janet couldn't help but notice the muscles hidden beneath his clothing, the broadness of his shoulders, and the chiseled perfection of his chin. His black hair, streaked with lines of white, was combed back in a casual yet sophisticated style, with fallen strands framing his gently weathered tan skin and piercing blue eyes.

He exuded a rugged charm that was hard to resist, his smile carrying a warmth that softened even the toughest of exteriors. "Happy Valentine's Day, Janet, my name is Mark, and it's nice to finally meet you," Mark said, his voice gentle yet filled with sincerity as he presented her with the bouquet. Janet accepted the flowers with a shy smile, the gesture touching her heart in a way she hadn't expected.

As Mark's eyes met Janet's, a flicker of something unspoken passed between them. His gaze lingered on her, drinking in the sight of her in the black silky dress, her beauty radiating like a beacon in the dimly lit room. Janet felt a connection forming between them, a spark of attraction that danced in the air like fireflies on a summer night. As she looked up at him, Janet couldn't deny the attractiveness that had drawn her mom to him.

She couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation, a flutter in her stomach as ...

... Mark whispered, "Wow, you look amazing." Janet's heart quickened at the intensity of his gaze.

His words sent a shiver down her spine, a rush of warmth flooding her senses. Janet couldn't help but meet his gaze, her eyes locking with his in an intimate exchange that spoke volumes. With a coy smile, Janet whispered back, "Thank you, Mark. I think I understand now why my mom has been keeping you all to herself.”

A soft chuckle escaped Mark's lips as he glanced down at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Looks like I may be…a bit overdressed?" he remarked, gesturing to his jacket and tie.

Janet couldn't help but laugh, placing her hand on his tie, pulling him to her, the tension between them rising as she met his gaze. "I could probably take care of that," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

Mark was shocked at Janet’s boldness, his heart skipped a beat at Janet's playful response as her fingers danced tantalizingly over the buttons of his shirt. The air crackled with electricity between them, a palpable tension that seemed to draw them closer with each passing moment.

A slow smile spread across Mark's lips, his gaze locking with Janet's in a silent exchange of lasciviousness. "I wouldn't mind that at all," he replied, his voice husky with longing, his fingers brushing against her cheek in a gentle caress.

In the heat of the moment Mark paused, he looked at this young woman who was at least half his age, trying to understand her drive. Was it a drive to ...