How a young me was tempted my stepmother and it let to us having something juicy and creamy
Growing up in a strict Catholic household, I never had much freedom. As an adult I have adopted the motto of want and have. This has caused my will power to dwindle down to almost nothing. I never imagined being able to go so long without getting off, by my own means at the very least. Living with my husband, his erectile dysfunction and his 23 year old son in a one bedroom apartment has tested my resolve more than once.
I have been working extra hours and catching up with friends old and new. Trying anything to keep my mind off the tight young body that seems to take pleasure in accidentally bumping into me in the kitchen, the hallway and even worse the bathroom.
It started shortly after my last story, as if he knew exactly what I was feeling. It looked innocent, at least to my husband, but I felt every touch, every breath as if it was my first. Today, as I was getting home from work and as the guys were supposed to be at work, I started changing while walking towards the bedroom. I don’t know how long he watched me but when I bent down to pick up my skirt I caught a glimpse of him near the front door. I think I screeched and ran into the bedroom holding my skirt in front of my open blouse and slammed the door. As I leaned with my back against the door, trying to catch my breath, I heard his footsteps approach the door.
“Hey Dawn, I’m really sorry to freak you out.” He said with a smirk in his voice.
“No worries.” I said breathlessly hoping he couldn’t hear my heart beating out of my chest. “I just didn’t realize anyone was home.”
I waited until I heard him walk away and then collapsed onto the foot of the bed. There I sat in my open shirt, stockings and heels and all I could think of was the image I must have presented to him as I slowly undid the buttons on my blouse and the button and zipper on my skirt. Oh god he saw me bend down and pick up my skirt. Why oh why did I wear the skirt that required me to wear thongs. Did he see the black lace as it narrowed and then disappeared between my ass cheeks? Did he see anything else? Was there enough light for him to see any further? How I wanted him to have seen the way the lace string split my pussy lips apart and the moistness within. Oh God what is wrong with me?? I was turning into some sort of horny old lady.
It took me awhile to get dressed, my fingers were so unsteady. I finally calmed down enough to go start dinner. It helped that my husband got home, the sound of his voice soothed me enough to cut veggies without losing a finger.
I was careful after that to make sure I remained well covered at all times but it didn’t stop him tying me up in knots. In the morning as I pulsed my smoothie he came up beside me and reached for a glass on the top shelf and nudged me closer to the base. I kept my face neutral as I felt the vibrations in my whole body. To read the full story contact ~~leroyynorris@gmail.com
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