My Mothers Boyfriend - Sex Stories

My Mothers Boyfriend

... sparkling with amusement. "Oh, Mom," she chimed in, "that was ages ago. He was cute, sure, but he didn't quite know how to handle me. I like a man who can take control."

Mark's interest piqued at Janet's response, his gaze flickering between mother and daughter. "Is that so?" he replied, his voice laced with intrigue. "And what else do you look for in a man, Janet?"

Janet met Mark's gaze head-on, a playful smirk playing on her lips. "Confidence," she replied, her tone suggestive. "Someone who knows what they want and isn't afraid to go after it."

As the conversation shifted, Mark found himself increasingly drawn to Janet's presence. With each glance in her direction, he couldn't help but notice the subtle shifts in her demeanor, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her lips curved into a playful smile.

Mark watched as Janet allowed the strap of her dress to slip off her shoulder, a deliberate and tantalizing motion revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her smooth, sun-kissed skin, her deep alluring cleavage, and the top of her perky round breasts. The air seemed to crackle with anticipation as Mark's gaze intensified, his attention fully ensnared by Janet's teasing allure.

As she slid the strap back up, her touch gentle and enticing, Mark felt a surge of desire coursing through him. Lost in the moment, Mark found himself unable to look away, his thoughts consumed by the captivating woman before him. He didn't know if Janet's actions were innocent or if she ...

... was intentionally toying with him, but one thing was certain – he was completely captivated by her.

When Sarah excused herself to the ladies' room, leaving Janet and Mark alone, a subtle shift in the atmosphere seemed to occur. As the wine peeled back layers of her inhibition, Janet felt a surge of confidence wash over her as she realized she now had Mark's undivided attention.

Seductively swirling the last remnants of wine in her glass, Janet met Mark's gaze with a playful glint in her eyes, her voice quiet to draw him in, "What is it going to take to get you to fill me tonight?" she murmured, her words laced with innuendo.

Mark’s eyebrows rose, curiosity piqued as he tried to assess her statement. Her body language suggested a seductive intention that made his pulse quicken with a surge of arousal. With a slow smile spreading across his lips, he slowly poured her some wine, “How old are you exactly?”

With a coy smile, Janet leaned in closer, her lips tantalizingly close to Mark's. "Old enough to be legal, and old enough to know what I want,"

“Hmm, I don’t doubt that at all, Janet. Bold words like ‘getting filled’ could have an unintended meaning,” he said, pointing to her wine glass.

She whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I think you understood my meaning exactly as I intended."

Mark leaned in closer to her, the heat of their proximity igniting a spark of desire within him. "It’s dangerous to tease a man if you don’t intend to follow through," he ...