Step Mother - Sex Stories

Step Mother

... table, I had taken enough Chinese for now. We were now on about a bottle of wine each, and as I supped my wine I looked at her properly. Her blouse was white, almost sheer, and I could see the outline of her underwear. She had undone a couple of buttons on her blouse, presumably when I went to get the next bottle of wine. Her skirt was a pale blue, with one large pleat down the front and it finished above the knee, her legs were covered in either tights or stockings, I couldn't tell. She looked what she was, a beautiful and sexy woman.

"So," she said, prodding me in the ribs, "you did look at me like that?"

"Of course I did, I am not stupid, I am not a monk."

"And what did you think?"

"What do you mean, 'what did I think?'

"Well, when you looked at me like that, what thoughts went through your head? What did you imagine? What did you want to do?"

"What do you think? I am a normal fully functioning straight man, what did you think I thought?"

"I imagine you thought of me as a woman, that you imagined me naked."

"Well, there you are then."

"And now? Tonight?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, your wife is in another city, half the country away. The front door is locked, we have drunk a lot of wine, our inhibitions are as low as they could be, what are you thinking?"

"Really? You want to know?"

"Yes."

I leant towards her and kissed her, my tongue running around her lips before pressing inside, my hand pressing her breast, squeezing her ...

... nipple, and then I pulled back.

"Oh" she said as I pulled away.

"Well you asked."

"You said I was your mum, boys don't usually kiss their mum like that."

I leant in again and kissed her, this time by hand undoing the remaining buttons on her blouse. I moved down, my mouth roaming her exposed decolletage, her cups low, her nipples at the edge and, using my teeth to move the fabric, I eased a nipple from the cup and sucked, lightly chewing her nipple as my other hand ventured up her leg.

She was wearing stockings, hold ups, and as my hand reached their seam and touched bare leg, she shuddered and pressed her hand on my chest.

"It's a bit cramped here," she said.

I stood up and reached for her hand and pulled her to her feet. I embraced her, my mouth on hers, our tongues dancing as my hand roamed her buttocks, pressing her skirt into her buttocks. I stood back, and holding her hand, I led her towards the stairs.

We went up to the spare room, at the back of the house, not overlooked, a room where no one would be able to see illicit shadows on the window. I left the bedroom door open, there was no one in the house, there was no need to shut the door.

I turned Sarah to me and pulled her blouse from her. Her bra was skimpy and white, little more than a covering. I undid the button and then the zip and eased the waist band of her skirt open and watched it fall into a puddle at her feet. Her panties matched her bra and as she stood before me in the low light from ...