Stepmother's Seductive Heels: A Steamy Taboo Erotic Tale of Stepmother-Stepson Seduction

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He met and started dating Sally around the time of my puberty, when my sexual curiosity began. She was averagely skinny, had strawberry blond hair, two beautiful DD breasts, a great ass, and great legs. Needless to say, I couldn't help fantasizing about her. The wine arrived at the table a little while before our meal did. So when our meal would arrive, she would be comfortably tipsy, and by the time we were done with it, she would be comfortably drunk.

That sounds like a great idea, I know just the place I'd like to go. I've been wanting to go there again for quite some time."I donno what people are talkin about, I've been at college a few months now and I have no sex life whatsoever."

That's great, but I got bad news. Your dad is out of town on a trip, he won't be home this weekend." So I did, and she screamed with delight. It seemed like she preferred it in her ass more than her pussy. I did that for about a half-hour, neither one of us getting tired of it. But eventually I got tired of standing, and layed her down fully on couch. Oh it's goin great, we're gettin a lot of business. I really think it's gonna take off more soon enough." So how's the business going?" I asked. Sally worked out of the house, as she had started up her own company.I got hard instantly, all 7-inches of me, but had to hide it. The time wasn't right yet. She, however, was oblivious to what she had done, and what it looked like. So we kept talking about college life, and then she finally asked me about my social life.

So I walked in the house, and set down my stuff. We hugged, and I got to feel her big breasts rub right up against me. Both of us walked into the living room to sit down and talk. She offered me something to drink, but I wasn't thirsty. Mostly we just talked of what I had been up to at school, but soon I got to ask what had been goin on at home.When I got there, I rang the door-bell, and awaited my joyous greeting. Sally opened up the door, and I yelled, "Surprise!" This peaked Sally's interest. "Really, I would have thought you'd have a different girl in your bed every night."

On the ride home, I told her a few funny things that I'd gotten into down at college, and we shared a lot of laughter, her being extremely susceptible to laughter now. Soon, we arrived home, I pulled the car into the garage, and helped her into the house. When she gets drunk, she is completely oblivious to it, and thinks she's fine.