Stepmom Goddess II - In case of emergency . . . - Sex Stories

Stepmom Goddess II - In case of emergency . . .

... I got your motor running, I can't be bothered that it isn't just sitting on idle, now can I?" "N--n--no I g--guess not." I felt like I might cry again. What the fuck was wrong with me? I really was touched in the head. We ate our lunch, talking softly about where we should all go for an end of summer vacation before school started, and what not. When I ate my last bite I was anxious to go back to my guest house, my cock was throbbing and needed release. Not only did Olivia get it going, but not jacking off to her in my custom fashion, I was backed up already, after all, I was still a teen and in my sexual prime. Just before I got up Olivia asked, "Did you watch the new Walking Dead last night?" "Um, n-nno." "Great! Go take a seat on the couch and we can watch it. Your father, um, had other things in mind last night and I never got to watch." She grabbed my plate and glass and put our things in the dish washer. I sat in the middle of the couch and Olivia, with a tall ice filled glass of lemonade in each hand. She handed me one and sat to my left, and put her glass on the end table after taking a drink. She started up the DVR and we began to watch the show. Today Olivia was wearing morrocan sandals, navy blue dress short that went to her mid thigh, and a pure white sleeveless blouse, with a bit of frill on the collar and arms. Her miraculous mounds pressing against the fabric, their roundness sculpted by the garment. She reached across me, her right breast rubbing into my ...

... left arm, making my dick twitch. I wondered if she could see my erection. Considering what happened, she must have. She grabbed a through pillow and laid it on her lap. "Relax sweetie, enjoy the show." She said this as she put and arm across my shoulders and pulled me to her. I slid onto my back, and laid myself on her lap, my head at the edge of the pillow, cradled in the nook of her left elbow. She began to stroke my hair as we continued to watch. My erection was full blown and straining against the fabric of my adidas shorts. I wasn't wearing any underwear so there was no hiding anything. Not that I cared to. I was head over heels for her, and it was all her fault. At least that is what I told myself. I tried hard to pay attention to the show and did so enough that I didn't notice her subtle movements. When I turned my head to look up at her and say something about the show, I saw that her blouse was unbuttoned and pulled to the sides. Her large breasts, cupped in a lacy, very supportive bra. It was snow white, with padded cups, frilly lace shoulder straps and a over-sized bow in the front where the cups connected. I turned until my cheek was touching her silky smooth skin, the tanned skin of her tummy. I felt her belly button ring on my ear. I looked up to her bra and her face above, as she was looking down on me. Without a gesture, or a word her right hand moved to the bow and slowly pulled at one end until the bow fell apart, revealing the double front hooks of her bra, ...