Former Playboy Playmates Part 5: Stephanie and Son - Sex Stories

Former Playboy Playmates Part 5: Stephanie and Son

... flirting with him, being affectionate, purposely making him blush. She looked forward to it, but told herself nothing sexual would happen – only in her mind. She hugged Carrie goodnight, telling her she’d see her tomorrow night. In her room, Stephanie took off her pajamas, climbed in bed, quickly going to sleep pretending Dan was holding her naked body. Chapter 2 Dan arrived the next morning at 8am, greeted by a braless and panty-less mother. Stephanie hugged him tightly, pressing her large, sweater-covered, breasts against him. “Ugh, Mom, you’re choking me,” Dan said. “Can’t breathe.” “Sorry,” his mother giggled, ending the hug. “You get a haircut since Christmas?” Dan asked, walking past her. “Yep, just shortened the back some and trimmed my bangs a little,” Stephanie smiled, running her fingers through her blond hair, which now framed her face. “I want to look good for my honey.” “Your honey? What to do mean?” Dan asked, getting groceries Carrie bought out of the refrigerator. “You!” Stephanie said, slapping Dan’s butt. “Ah! Geez Mom,” Dan said, trying to play off her advances. He changed the subject. “This fridge is packed. We should have more than enough if we get snowed in.” Her 27-year-old son finished loading his SUV, going inside to let his mother know, “You ready? Where’s your luggage, I’ll load it for you.” “Here,” Stephanie handing him a small suitcase. “This is it? Where’s the rest? We’re going to be there for a few days,” Dan said. “Mmhmm, I’m packing light. ...

... It’s ok,” Stephanie smiled, grabbing her coat, walking out the front door. She only packed toiletry items, a couple sweaters and jeans, and a bikini for the hot tub. No underwear, bras, or pajamas. Dan shrugged, making his way to his vehicle, while his mother locked her door. “I’m so excited!” She said, climbing into the passenger seat. “We’ll get about six hours of alone time. Just me and you!” “Yeah,” Dan nodded, backing out of her driveway. “You sound so very excited,” Stephanie joked. “Nah, it’ll be cool,” Dan nodded, glancing over to her. “Give me that hand,” She demanded, reaching over to grab his right hand, placing it on her thigh, casually caressing it while he drove. When Dan exited the interstate, a few snowflakes landed on his windshield. ***** “Doesn’t that sound nice?” Stephanie asked. She had been talking on and on about the things she and Dan could do before the rest of the family arrived. She mentioned Dan building a fire and joining her on the couch to sip hot chocolate. “Uh yeah, sure,” Dan said, halfway paying attention, more focused on driving in the increasing snow. They had about an hour before they arrived at the cabin and he wanted to make sure he didn’t make a wrong turn on the back-country roads. “Humph. Well I think it sounds romantic,” Stephanie pouted, looking out the window. “Romantic? Really?” Dan laughed. “Yes. Romantic. You and me, spending quality time together,” Stephanie traced his hand, still on her thigh, with her fingers. “Mom, you’re,” ...