Steven's
Step Mom Anne Part I
My Step Mom arrived on the scene several
years ago from the East Coast. I knew my dad was going
to be a happy man from then on, and you can be sure
he was. Annette was her first name, but she went by
Anne. She tried very hard to be accepted by my sister
and me. I remember fondly when I used to play basketball
with her; my waist brushing against her behind and her
girlish smile, as she would score the occasional hoop
on me. It was easy for me to accept Anne. She wasn’t
really like a mom more like a breath of fresh air in
the house. An intoxicating scent for a 18 year old freshmen
who was always wanking off trying to satisfy what seem
like and insatiable lust for sex.
Though now in her early 40s, Anne still has an incredible
body. When she leans over her behind is tight and
shapely against the tight black pants she brought
with her from New York. Occasionally at the dinner
table she would bend over and I couldn't help but
look over at those round hips. Anne shortly became
pregnant had a baby with my dad after she arrived.
My dad liked to talk about how he was sure she became
pregnant on their first try - and I believe it - you
could tell she was flushed and plumb with fertility.
But that didn't change a thing. She was still as shapely
(and I'm sure just as fertile) as ever and increasingly
I found myself fantasizing about her.
It started when she'd come into my room at night and
give me back massages. Her smooth hands felt like
heaven against me, and I could swear that she was
trying to be sensual with them, knowing that she turned
me on. "Relax, Steven. You're so tense,"
she would say. I'd fantasize about Anne coming into
my room at night when my dad was asleep and sitting
on me, I kneading her full, succulent breasts. Her
breasts are perhaps her best feature. So big and juicy;
I'd look down her bra as she leans over to zip up
my jacket or put plates on the table, in her sweet,
motherly way.
My teenage sister was never anywhere near as beautiful
as my stepmother. She knew this and became jealous of
the attention my dad and I gave to this older woman. Even
in my sister's most beautiful years - age 16 or 17 - you
could see clearly in a photo of them trying on skirts
that Anne had a much rounder, fuller figure, her long
dark brown hair flowed gracefully down over her breasts.
She is slender, yet her breasts and hips are round and
full with softness and that beautifully tender skin.
When Anne was downstairs talking on the phone with that
sweet sexy voice, I'd find myself in the bedroom soaking
up the scent of her bras and panties, listening to her
voice and imagining how it would sound under the covers
with her smooth, voluptuous thighs on me. Sometimes in
the morning when she thought I was asleep she'd walk by
my room and I got the pleasure of seeing her full figure;
her baby-white skin and those cute little feet thumping
softly on the wooden floor. Having the baby several years
before clearly hadn't change Anne's hips and butt. Her
bottom stuck up tightly against her panties like the16
year-old girls I flirt with at school. I guess it's just
nature's way of letting you know that she's still ripe
with fertility.
My dad went away on business trips
quite often, and I think my stepmother was becoming
a little lonely. With the new baby and all I knew
their sex life had tapered off. My room was right
beside theirs and in the middle of night I would hear
my dad fucking Anne. I would put a glass up to the
wall and listen to her luscious moan and jack off
thinking about her in my bed. Lately I had not head
them.
Anne was the type of woman whose body was ripe with
womanhood. When she walked by me my body was just
tingling with excitement and I knew she sensed it.
She always smiled or seemed to do something sexy to
tease me. She started paying more and more attention
to me when dad was away and I was glad to reciprocate.
One night when my dad was away and Anne was cooking dinner
for me, she leaned all the way over to clean up something
on the floor, and, my dad not being there, I jumped at
the chance to take in that beautiful rump. I could see
her pussy lips faintly outlined through her pants. Anne's
lovely behind was a foot away from my face! I immediately
became hard, and couldn't believe how good she looked.
Anne seemed to realize this and righted herself and pulled
at her tight panties a bit ( I guess she had a wedgie).
She flushed a little and looked at me with her eyes wide,
knowing what I must be thinking. She giggled and then
smiled at me, then, clearly embarrassed, went to put her
young son to bed. That night Anne came into my room with
some laundry and a bright, eager look in her eyes. She
was like a little girl and I noticed she must have removed
her bra and sat on the side of the bed giggling and playing.
This was perfect my sister was staying at her friends
and it was Anne and I for the night. I knew if I was ever
going to have her I had to make my move tonight.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her and my cock began
growing in my sweats and I could see Anne noticing. I
was starting to feel embarrassed and not sure what to
do next when Anne solved everything for me. She reached
out and put her hand on my cock and said, “What’s
this Steven”? I was speechless, somehow I had always
had it in my mind I would be seducing her but here she
was coming unto me. Anne kept rubbing me and said “it
looks like I really need to massage this part of your
body sweetie”. With that she pulled on my sweats
exposing my hard cock. Part II
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