SEXY STEPMOM IN RED LEATHER

Something she thought she'd never be, with her having already lived a full, sexual life at such a young age before she was married, now, after she married, Elizabeth was sad, lonely, and depressed. A tall, blue-eyed, busty, natural blonde, with a beautiful face and a killer body, she was accustomed to being the center of men's attention. The cause of spontaneous erections and wet dreams, she was accustomed inspiring men's wanton lust, wicked, sexual desire, and longing looks of passion. Yet, all in the past, that was before she married Jim twelve-years ago when she was 25-years-old and he was 40-years-old.

A traveling salesman, her friends warned her about marrying a man 15-years-her senior who was always in the air, on the road, staying at different hotels and motels, and who was never home. Now, knowing better, she wished she had listened to them. She wondered how different her life would be if she had married someone else. Perhaps, had she married someone else, anyone else, she wouldn't be alone, lonely, horny, and sexually frustrated. Perhaps, she'd be traveling or partying with her husband instead of sexually lusting over her stepson.

She wished she had married someone who worked at a 9 to 5 job and who was always home. She wished she had married someone younger and more her age. She wished she had married someone who remained faithful to her. She wished she had married someone who paid her more attention. She wished she had married someone who drank less. She wished she had married someone who took more interest in her, someone who wanted to give her a baby, and start a family.

With her husband seldom home, she was always lonely. With her going long periods of time without sex, she was always horny. Then, even when he was finally home, never paying her the sexual attention that she wanted and needed, she was always sexually frustrated. Obviously, her husband, Jim, didn't need her for sex. Obviously, he was getting his sexual satisfaction from somewhere else and from someone else.

'Begging the question,' she thought. 'Why am I still here? With me not having a job, him paying all the bills, and allowing me to live in his house, where would I go?'

With her husband doing God knows what with God knows who, after John graduated college and returned home to live, she was home alone with her 22-year-old stepson. In the way that her sexual attention focused all on her husband when she married him twelve-years-ago, now her sexual attention focused all on her stepson. There with one another night and day, it was inevitable that a sexual attraction would develop, especially with a woman who needed and wanted sex.

'All I think about is John naked and having sex with me. All I want to do is to sexually tease my stepson by showing him bits and pieces of my nearly naked body,' she thought.

Having raised him since he was 9-years-old, as close to him as if he was her biological son, she knew him better than his father. Where his father paid him little attention, she loved him, cared for him, and fussed over him as if he was her own. Sexually attracted to him, she loved him as if he was her young stud of a man instead of her sexually forbidden stepson.

As if she was having a second chance at love and sex but in reverse chronological order, with John 15-years her junior, in the way that she was 15-years her husband's junior, what worked then may work now. Adding to her sexual attraction to him, he was the spitting image of his father. Inciting the flames of passion and desire, he was just as sexually attracted to her as she was sexually attracted to him. Unable to control it and/or fight it, they were doomed to have incestuous sex.

* * * * *

Now that they were older, their special stepmother and stepson connection grew more physical, emotional, and sexual. Harmless, sexual teasing fun in the beginning, just as she had developed forbidden, sexual feelings for him, he clearly had developed inappropriate, sexual feelings for her. With her having the body of a stripper when other girls her age were still maturing, sexually teasing men was something she did for as long as she could remember. Sexually teasing men came as natural to her as walking and talking. Using her talent for sexual teasing, sexually teasing her stepson made her feel as alive and wicked as it obviously made him feel horny and special.

Elizabeth would never have sex with her stepson, John, of course, but she enjoyed his reaction whenever she sexually teased him by flashing him bits and pieces of her sexy and shapely body. As if he was a paying customer peeping through thick, one-way, mirrored glass and she was a stripper, she enjoyed showing her stepson what he should never see of his stepmother. With her having a captive audience of one, he was at her sexual mercy. As much as she gave him masturbation fodder, he put her in the sexual mood to masturbate herself too.

Pretending she didn't know he was looking, was there watching, and that he could clearly see all that she was showing and all that he was seeing, she pretended that she was oblivious to his focused stares. She pretended that she was oblivious to his obvious sexual lust and incestuous desire. Playing him by using his sexually attraction to her made it easier to unmercifully, sexually tease him. All she needed to do to have his undivided attention, to have him wrapped around her finger, and to have him do whatever she needed him to do, was to show him a bit of skin.

Yet, if only he knew that she was deliberately, sexually teasing him, what would he think? What would he say? If only he knew that she was deliberately flashing him up-skirt peeks of her bright, white bikini panties and down-blouse views of her cleavage and bra, what would he think? What would he say? If only he knew that she was deliberately flashing him up-nightgown peeks of her trimmed, blonde, naked pussy and down-nightgown views of her big, shapely, naked breasts and erect nipples, would what would he think? What would he say?

Yet, even though they needed to talk about the sexual elephant in the room, the last thing she wanted to do was to talk. The last thing she wanted to have was an in-depth conversation about their inappropriate emotional, physical, and sexual attraction to one another. The last thing she wanted to do was to nip this in the bud when instead, she encouraged their sexual attraction by flashing him. Instead, she wanted their sexual chemistry to flourish.

The only thing she wanted to do was to sexually tease him. What she really wanted to do was to entice him to make the first, sexual move. She was hoping to entice him to kiss her while feeling her through her clothes. She was hoping to entice him to strip her naked and take her sexually. She was hoping to entice him to be the man that she had hoped his father would be. Even though she masturbated herself over the thoughts of him naked and having sex with her, she was kidding herself that she wouldn't have sex with him.

With him thinking that she was his morally modest stepmother, she was careful not to make her appear to be the whore that she was, had always been, and will always be. Instead of making her flashes appear deliberate and/or desperate, as if he was there at the right place and at the right time, she made her quick flashes appear accidental. With her always home alone with him, it was easy to give him fast flashes of her in her bra and panties, topless, and, sometimes, even naked. She gave him much longer flashes of her nearly, naked body when wearing her sheer and sexy, low-cut nightgowns.

Playing her role believingly, she acted as if she was a dumb blonde when there was nothing dumb about her. With him her captive audience of one, she acted as if she was oblivious that he was there watching and staring as she dressed and undressed with her bedroom door partially open when she was well aware that he was there. She acted as if he didn't see her run from her bedroom to the bathroom or from the bathroom to her bedroom without wearing any clothes, not even a towel.

As if she forgot he was her stepson and she was his stepmom, she'd mindless dressed or undressed while talking to him as he stared at her through her bedroom mirror. Sometimes when in a horny mood, she pretended that she didn't know he was home while walking around in all manner of undress. Over the years, he caught her in her sexy low-cut bra and bikini panties dozens of times. He caught her topless and he even caught her naked several times.

Pretending she didn't hear his car pull in the driveway while wearing her earbuds, she'd allow him to see her sunning while topless or sunning naked in the backyard. Pretending she didn't know he was there watching her, with her knowing that he was always there watching her, she'd give him a sexy show. Under his watchful eyes while pretending her hands were his hands, she'd feel her tits, finger her nipples, and even suck her tits while rubbing her clit. With masturbating herself a whole other level of sexually teasing him, she knew he was there staring down at her from his bedroom window while he masturbated himself, too.

'Cum with me,' she thought while fingering her nipples, rubbing her clit, and fingerfucking her pussy. 'I wish I could watch you stroke your prick in the way that you're watching me fingering my pussy. I wish I could watch you cum in the way that you're about to watch me cum,' she thought while giving her stepson a real masturbation show.

"Oh, God. I'm cumming. I'm cumming," she said wishing that she dared to say his name. She would have loved to say, I'm cumming, John. I'm cumming but too much too soon, it was enough that she allowed him to watch her masturbate herself.

Taking two to play her game of voyeurism and exhibitionism, as much as he, no doubt, enjoyed seeing his stepmother in all manner of undress, she enjoyed flashing her stepson all that he should never see of her. Sexually teasing him not only gave her something to break her boredom but also gave her something to masturbate over later. Masturbating herself over the thoughts of John naked and having sex with her temporarily eased her horniness and sexual frustration before returning to her with a vengeance.

With her sleeping in a cold and empty bed, all she had to keep her warm at night were hands, her fingers, her vibrator, her dildo, and her forbidden thoughts of having incestuous sex with her stepson. All she had to keep her warm at night were her sexual thoughts and her imagination of having sex with John while masturbating herself. All she had to keep her warm at night were the sexual thoughts that she did with him that day and all the days previously.

She dreamt of him stripping her naked and taking her. She dreamt of him seeing her naked. She dreamt of him touching her and feeling her everywhere. She dreamt of him masturbating her. She dreamt of him eating her. She dreamt of him spanking her, disciplining her, and making her his wicked, incestuous bitch. She dreamt of seeing him naked. She dreamt of seeing his cock, stroking his cock, sucking his cock, and fucking his cock. She dreamt of him being her new man now and forever.

'Oh, John,' she thought to herself while feeling her big tits and fingering nipples. 'I wish my hand was your hand,' she thought while rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy. 'Oh, John, I'd love to stroke your cock and suck your cock before fucking your cock. I'd love for you to cum in my mouth and in my pussy,' she thought while masturbating herself. 'I'd love to watch and hear you cum. I'd love you to give me a cum bath. I want to marry you,' she thought while knowing that would never happen.

* * * * *

As if wearing his horniness on his sleeve instead of in his pants, at 22-years-old, he was at that age where he was continually horny and constantly walking around with an obvious erection. At 37-years-old, she was at that age where she was sexually frustrated, emotionally unfulfilled, and desperate for a man's attention, sexual or otherwise. A formula for disaster, the only thing preventing them from having incestuous sex was because she was his stepmother and he was her stepson. Only, that may not be enough to stop them from having a forbidden, incestuous, sexual relationship.

With them living under the same roof, even though they weren't blood related, whatever sexual relationship they may have would not only be deemed incestuous, but also sexually inappropriate and forbidden. Yet, with him a younger, nicer, and better-looking version of his father, she couldn't resist him. She couldn't control the sexual attraction she felt.

With incest an invisible line that she'd never cross, nonetheless, she enjoyed dipping her toe on the other side to test the forbidden, sexual waters. Yet, she wondered what would happen if he built up the courage and took it upon himself to make the first, incestuously sexual move. Instead of her sexually propositioning him for inappropriate sex, what would happen if he solicited her for forbidden sex in the way that she'd love to solicit him for incestuous sex? Instead of her sexually seducing him, what would happen if he sexually seduced her?

Definitely and without a doubt, unable to resist him and control herself, if he made the first sexual move, she'd make all the rest of the incestuous moves. What would she do if he took her in his arms and French kissed her? She'd love nothing more than for him to French kiss her. Would she return his French kiss with her French kiss or would she push him away? Definitely, if he took her in his arms and French kissed her, she wouldn't push him away. Instead, she'd return his French kiss with her French kiss.

What if he tried to touch and feel her through her clothes while kissing her? What if he felt her tits through her blouse and bra while feeling her shapely ass through her short skirt and panties? Would she slap her hand away or would she allow him to grope her? Instead of slapping his hand away, she'd allow him to explore her body through her clothes. She'd allow him to touch and feel her everywhere through her clothes where he should never touch and feel her. She'd allow him to feel her tits, finger her nipples, squeeze her ass, and slide a slow hand beneath her skirt over her panty clad pussy.

What would she do if flashed her his hard, erect, naked prick in the way that she was always flashing him her panties, her bra, her naked ass, her naked tits, and her naked pussy? The thought of him flashing her his hard, erect, naked cock sexually aroused her. What would she do if he exposed himself to her? Definitely, that night she'd masturbate herself while imagining stroking his cock, sucking his cock, and fucking his cock.

If he flashed her his hard, erect or flaccid, naked prick, would she look away from his erect, naked prick or stare at his erect, naked prick? If he dared to flash her his prick, in the same way that he stared at her when she flashed him her bra, panties, ass, tits, and pussy, of course, definitely, she'd stare. If he flashed her his hard, erect or flaccid, naked prick would she admonish him for exposing his cock or encourage him to continue showing her his cock? She'd never admonish him for trying to sexually seduce her in the way that she'd love to sexually seduce him.

If she'd do anything, in the way that Anne Bancroft did as Mrs. Robinson in The Graduate with Dustin Hoffman as Benjamin Braddock, she'd encourage him. If she'd do anything, in the way that Jennifer O'Neill as Dorothy in the Summer of '42 took Gary Grimes as Hermie to bed, she'd take John to bed too. If she did anything, in the way that Alberta Watson as Susan Aibelli took her son, Jeremy Davies as Ray Aibelli had incestuous sex with him, she'd have incestuous sex with John. Again, if she did anything, in the way that Jacqueline Bisset as Ellen had forbidden sex with her son's friend, Andrew McCarthy as Jonathan in Class, Elizabeth would have forbidden sex John.

What would she do if he put her hand on his naked prick? Just the thought of him putting her hand on his flaccid or erect cock erected her nipples and moistened her pussy. For sure, with her hand on his prick, his dick wouldn't be flaccid for long. Would she wrap her long, manicured fingers around him and stroke him? Of course, she'd wrap her long, sexy fingers around his stiff prick and stroke him. She'd love to masturbate her stepson. She'd love to watch and hear him cum.

'I'm already wet just thinking about stroking his cock, masturbating John, and watching and hearing my stepson cum,' thought Elizabeth.

If he put a sexually suggestive hand to her shoulder, would she take the not so subtle hint? Would she move to her knees and take him in her hand before she took him in her mouth? Would she suck him while staring up at him with her big, blue eyes? Would she allow him to cum in her mouth and possibly even give her a cum bath? Would she dare not only allow him to cum in her mouth but also all over her face, in her hair, and across her naked breasts?

'If he made the first move by pressing on my shoulder, if he wanted me to blow him, I'd stroke his cock while sucking his cock,' she thought.

She'd love nothing more than to stroke John's cock while sucking his cock as he fondled her naked tits and fingered her erect nipples. She'd love nothing more than for him to cum in her mouth while she stared up at him with her big, blue eyes and while swallowing a load of his warm, oozy cum. As a special treat for her beloved stepson, she'd love him to even give her a cum bath. She'd love nothing more than for him to save some cum to ejaculate all over her face, in her blonde hair, and across her big, naked breasts.

'If only he'd put a not so subtle hand to my shoulder, I'd blow him. I'd swallow his cum and allow him to give me a cum facial,' she thought with a laugh.

* * * * *

Adding to her sexual excitement, she imagined her stepson undressing her and stripping her naked while she feebly protested. Would she allow him to feel her tits and finger her nipples through her blouse and bra? Would she allow him to remove her blouse while? Would she allow him to feel her panty clad ass through her short skirt? Would she allow him to remove short skirt while feeling her panty clad pussy through her panties? Would she allow him to see her in her bra and panties while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples through her bra and squeezing her ass and cupping her pussy through her panties?

'Fuck yeah,' she thought while becoming sexually aroused by the thoughts of him undressing her while touching and feeling her. 'If he only dared to have the brazen courage to feel my tits and finger my nipples through my blouse and bra, I'd allow him to unbutton my blouse and remove my blouse. If he only dared feel my ass through my short skirt, I'd allow him to unbutton, unzip, and remove my skirt while feeling my pussy through my panties. I'd love nothing more than to stand in front of my stepson in my bra and panties while he groped my tits and fingered my nipples through my bra and groped my ass and pussy through my panties.'

Would she allow him to remove her bra while feeling her naked tits, fondling her naked tits, and fingering her hard, erect nipples? Would she allow him to remove her panties while feeling and squeezing her naked ass, rubbing her clit, and fingerfucking her pussy? Would she allow him to strip her naked and allow him to have his wicked, sexual way with her naked body?

'I'd love nothing for my stepson to strip me naked. I'd love nothing more than for my stepson to have his wicked, sexual way with my naked body. Yet, having to feebly protest and feebly resist, I don't want him to think of me as the whore that I am,' thought Elizabeth. 'With me still married to his father, as a way for me to save my reputation, I'd love for him to take me and to sexually force me to have sex with him.'

f he made the first move to sexually seduce her, would she allow him to take her to bed to have a night of incestuous sex with her? Would she allow him to fingerfuck her pussy while licking her pussy? Would she allow him to give her a sexual orgasm with his fingers and with his tongue? Would she allow him to take her to bed and make sweet, slow love to her? Would she allow him to take her to bed to fuck her hard and fast and give her a second sexual orgasm with his cock?

'You bet. All of the above,' she thought. 'If only he would, I would. If only he'd eat my pussy, I'd suck his cock. If only he'd make love to me, I'd make love to him. If only, he'd fuck me, I'd fuck him.'

She imagined John masturbating her pussy while making out with her. She imagined her stepson licking her cunt while fingering her cunt. She imagined her husband's son allowing her to stroke his cock, suck his cock, and fuck her cock. She imagined him making love to her before fucking her. Returning his sexual, incestuous lust, if only she could she'd take him to bed for a night of wildly forbidden and incestuous sex.

* * * * *

Closer to forty than she was to thirty, in three, short years, she'd be forty-years-old. Not all that long ago, she fondly remembered her 30th birthday party, a big deal back then turning 30-years-old. Surrounded by naked strippers, her friends took her to a CFNM strip club where she was the center of attention. She sucked enough whipped cream from hard, erect cocks to give her a sugar high. Now, except for her loving stepson, no one even remembered her birthdays, not even her husband.

Soon to be a middle-aged, mature woman, who would want her then with her looks fading and her body sagging? She had a chance to find love when she was younger but what she found instead, settled for, and married was a man who was a drunk and a philanderer. Meanwhile, turning her head the wrong way, she was home alone with a young stud who obviously sexually desired her and wanted her in the way that she needed to be sexually desired and wanted.

Instead of having sex with him, she was intent on sexually teasing him. Not only did she know that her stepson, John, was sexually attracted to her but also Elizabeth knew that her stepson loved form fitting leather as much as he loved frilly lace. Something she played up for all that it was worth, leather and lace go well together on a woman with a sexy and shapely body and a pretty face. As if a second skin, whatever leather she wore, fit her like a glove.

Instead of toning it down and being more respectable and responsible, as if she was a Dominatrix in training and he had a fetish for leather, because of his obvious sexual attraction to her in leather, she wore lots of leather. Playing to his affinity for skin tight leather, she had leather pants, leather skirts, leather vests, leather jackets, leather coats, and dozens of high heeled, leather shoes. Along with his affinity for leather, he had an attraction for her panties and bras too. She couldn't count how many times she found a pair of her panties in his room, her bras moved in her lingerie drawer, or taken from her laundry basket.

'Sometimes I feel as if leather is my second skin,' thought Elizabeth to herself when wearing leather and looking at herself in the mirror. 'When not wearing leather, as if I was a whore in a whorehouse, sometimes, I wish I could hang around the house wearing nothing more than a bra, panties, stockings, garters, and high heels. At least I'm sexually brazen enough to wear my sexy nightgowns around him without the modesty of wearing a robe. Sometimes I wish he'd hang around the house wearing nothing more than his briefs that showed his bulging erection. If only he'd make a pass at me, I'd have sex with him.'

Yet, more than wearing the sexy feel of leather just for herself, she wore leather for her stepson. With him able to imagine holding her and kissing her while touching and feeling her everywhere, wearing leather was her subtle way to sexually tease him without having to strip naked and have illicit sex. With him able to see every shapely curve of her sexy body, wearing leather was her subtle way to sexually seduce him without having to go all the way.

Without her having to stroke his cock, suck his cock, and/or fuck his cock, wearing leather was her subtle way to inspire his need to masturbate over her while imagining her naked and having sex with her. She loved the way he looked at her when she wore tight, form fitting leather. With him already sexually attracted to her, he was even more sexually attracted to her when she wore leather. Adding to his sexual attraction, when wearing her short, tight leather skirt, she loved flashing him her bright, white panties when crossing and uncrossing her legs.

'I like the idea of him masturbating over me. I wish I could watch him stroke his cock. I wish I could watch him cum. I wish I could put my mouth on his prick just as he ejaculated his warm, oozy load of cum,' she thought. 'With me masturbating over him, I wish he could watch me rub my clit, fingerfuck my warm, wet pussy, and finger my hard, erect nipples. In the way that I'd love to watch him cum, I wish he could watch me cum too. If we can't have incestuous sex, perhaps we could masturbate ourselves together.'

Wearing form fitting leather made her look not only sexy but also dangerous. As much as she liked looking sexy, she liked looking dangerous. While maintaining her innocence, she enjoyed playing the incestuous whore without having to be one. While stoking his sexual fantasy, she enjoyed giving him the appearance of her giving him sex without her giving him sex. With Catwoman one of her favorite movie characters of all time, she could see herself dressed all in black leather with high heeled boots and whip in hand.

'Meow,' she thought while looking at herself in her mirror.

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Difficult not to notice, she knew he stared at her shapely leather, clad ass with sexual lust and incestuous desire. Unlike his father who paid her little or no sexual attention at all, his son would be all over her if only she gave him the chance. No doubt, his reason to stare longer and harder, John always complimented her whenever she wore her skintight, black, leather pants. Even though they weren't blood related and mother and son by birth, they lived in the same house making whatever sexual relationship they were thinking of having not only incestuous but also forbidden.

'Even though I know he'd love to see me naked, other than just a quick flash, I can't allow him to see me naked. Even though I know he'd loved to touch, feel, and fondle my naked body, I'd never allow him to touch, feel, and fondle my naked body. Even though I know he'd love to have sex with me, I can't have sex with my stepson,' thought Elizabeth. 'Even though, sometimes, I want to have sex with him as much as he'd, no doubt, want to have sex with me, I can't have sex with him.'

Her reminder of sexual control was as much for herself as it was for her stepson. Yet, she knew that them coming together and having sex one day was inevitable. As if there was something in the air that magically and mystically drew them together, she knew it was something that they couldn't continue to control and resist for much longer. With her husband never around, as if they were a perfect sexual match, not only were they meant to be together, they were both as lonely as they were horny and sexually frustrated.

'John seeing me naked and me seeing him naked would be wrong. Him having sex with me and me having sex with him would be nasty. Allowing him to sexually touch me, feel me, and fondle me while kissing me is forbidden. With me married to his father, making love to him, sucking him, and fucking him is not only illicit but also incestuous,' she thought as her reminder to keep her sexual lust for her stepson in check and to herself.

In the way he stared at her red, leather clad ass with lustful desire, obviously, he wanted to feel her red, leather clad ass, squeeze her red, leather clad ass, and spank her red, leather clad ass. In the sexual way that he stared at her, he made her feel wanted romantically and desired sexually. With her the continual focus of his sexual attention and incestuous lust, he made her feel young again, not that she was old. Yet, with her husband no longer paying sexual attention to her because of all of the whores he had wherever he traveled, she was sexually tempted to go where a stepmother should never sexually go with her stepson.

'I'm so ready to have sex with John. I'm so ready to make out with him while allowing him to touch me and feel me everywhere while stripping me naked. I'm so ready to suck him and fuck him,' she thought while imagining having sex with her stepson.

Yet, even though she imagined kissing him while allowing him to feel her through her clothes, something she'd never do, she'd never have sex with him. She couldn't have sex with him. Having sex with him would be wrong. Frustratingly, sexually teasing him was one thing but having incestuous sex with him was something else entirely. Sexually teasing him was as far as she'd go. With her not as oblivious or dumb as she pretended to be, with them living in the same house, she knew that he masturbated over her while imagining her naked and having sex with her.

Encouraging him to masturbate over her, she masturbated herself while imagining him masturbating over her. She masturbated herself while imagining seeing his cock, touching his cock, stroking his cock, sucking his cock, and fucking his cock. She masturbated herself while imagining him seeing her naked while touching and feeling everywhere he should never touch and feel his father's wife. She masturbated over him feeling her tits, fingering her nipples, rubbing her clit, finger fucking her pussy, and eating her cunt before making love to her and before fucking her.

'I'm so horny,' thought Elizabeth whenever alone with her stepson. 'I wish he'd kiss me. I wish he'd touch me. I wish he'd make the first move. If only he'd make the first sexual move, I'd make the rest of the incestuous moves.'

* * * * *

Sometimes, when overwhelmed with horniness and sexual frustration, she couldn't resist the uncontrollable urge to flash him. She loved sexually teasing him. She loved making him as incestuously horny as she was. She loved showing him parts of her forbidden body that he should never see. She loved teasing him not only by flashing him her bra and panties but also when flashing him her naked breasts, her naked pussy, and her naked ass.

'I'm so frigging horny. What is he waiting for? Kiss me already. Touch me and feel me. Make love to me,' she thought.

When sitting across from him while reading, with her sitting lower on the couch and him sitting higher in his father's chair, she gradually parted her knees wide enough for him to see what he shouldn't see. Acting like the dumb blonde that she wasn't and acting as if she was oblivious to his sexual stare, she'd open her knees wider and wider until she was sitting like a drunken sailor. With her panty clad pussy slit, camel toe, and pussy mound totally exposed to him, she wished he'd make his move but he never did.

Continuing her sexual teasing, she had no problem giving him masturbation fodder by flashing him deliberate up-skirt peeks of her bright, white, bikini panties while making her flashes appear unintentional. When leaning over him to talk to him or to hug him, she had no problem giving him deliberate down-blouse views of her long line of sexy cleavage and her low-cut bra, again, while making her flashes appear accidental. Always leaning longer and lower than need be whenever serving him breakfast, lunch, or dinner, she made sure that he got a good, long, down-nightgown look at her naked tits and erect nipples too. The longer he looked and the harder he stared, the more she'd intentionally show him.

Walking around him in her sexy, short, sheer, and low-cut nightgowns without having the modesty to wear a robe, was one of her favorite flashing things to do. She pretended not to know that he could see as much of her naked body that he was seeing. Obviously, he wanted to see as much as she was willing to show. It sexually excited her enough to masturbate herself when giving him up-nightgown peeks of her blonde, trimmed pussy and down-nightgown views of her big, naked breasts, areolas, and nipples.

Knowing that he could see nearly all of her sexy, shapely, and nearly naked body, she loved standing in the darkened kitchen and opening the refrigerator door. As if she was a stripper onstage under the bright light of a spotlight, the light from the refrigerator passed through her nightgown to make her appear as if she was naked. She did the same thing in a darkened living room when standing in front of the TV. Ready to flash him as if she was standing there naked, she loved opening the drapes in the early morning. With the bright, sunlight illuminating her naked body beneath her nightgown, she loved watching the sexually excited look on his face.

With her an exhibitionist and him an obvious voyeur, he made her nipples hard and her pussy wet in the way that she made his cock hard when he stared at her panties, bra, naked pussy, and naked tits. Nonetheless, her resistance to having sex with her stepson, she seemingly dared him to feel her ass, squeeze her ass, and spank her ass while French kissing her. Why else would she wear a tight, form fitting, red, leather skirt, if she didn't want him to kiss her while touching her, feeling her, squeezing her, and spanking her ass?

As if he was mesmerized by the shape of her ass and hypnotized by the sexy clothes she wore, he sexually excited her with his unbroken stare. Taking two to play this incestuously sexual game of voyeurism and exhibitionism, sometimes when she was horny and feeling unloved, she was tempted to rub her leather clad ass in his face. Sometimes wishing he'd give into his sexual temptation, he seemed tempted feel her leather clad ass, squeeze her leather clad ass, slap her leather clad ass, and spank her leather clad ass. If only he knew that if he made the first sexual move, she'd reciprocate and make all the rest of the incestuous moves.

If only he'd wallop her leather clad ass, she'd let him pull her over his knees and spank her leather clad ass. If only he knew that she'd love to be spanked while wearing her leather pants or her leather skirt, she wondered what he'd say. She loved being sexually dominated by a man. She'd loved to be sexually dominated by her stepson.

While feebly protesting him kissing her while touching and feeling her, she'd loved being sexually taken. She'd loved to be stripped naked by her stepson. She'd love to be forced to give him all the sex that he wants her to give him and that she'd love to give him. If only he made the first move, she'd allow him to have his wicked, incestuous way with her naked body.

'Kiss me, John. Touch me. Feel me. Make a pass at me. Strip me naked and fuck me,' she thought. 'After flashing him every day, I don't know how else to make him sexually seduce me.'

If only he knew she wished he'd force her to do dirty, naughty, and nasty sexual things, she wondered that he'd do. She wondered what he'd say. Now that his father wasn't around, with her always feeling so very horny and sexually frustrated, she was becoming such a whore for his son. If only he'd kiss her while touching and feeling her through her clothes, she'd return his kiss while touching and feeling him through his clothes too. Giving him more than subtle sexual hints, she dressed as provocatively as she could without being absurdly, sexually obvious.

As if she was an 18th century, tavern wench, she always wore her low-cut white, peasant blouse, the one with the wide, lace collar, and the oversized, lace sleeves that showed her long line of cleavage with those tight, leather pants. Leather and lace, she loved that sexy combination too, which is why she wore her frilly, lace handbag dangling from her shoulder whenever wearing her form fitting, red, leather dress that molded her ass and shaped breasts. With his favorite color red, she matched his ruby red, Mustang GT.

For sure, pretending she was his girlfriend and/or his lover, with her dressed in leather and with her long, lush, natural blonde hair blowing in the wind, she'd look good with him driving her around town in his car. If she dared have him take her parking, she'd even look good, albeit a bit cramped, in his backseat topless or naked. She'd look good with her long, shapely legs spread and dangling out his car window while they had sex. Yet, getting way ahead of herself, they weren't there yet. They weren't lovers. Not even a couple yet, if they were anything, they were stepmother and stepson.Sometimes, when overwhelmed with horniness and sexual frustration, Elizabeth couldn't resist the uncontrollable urge to flash her stepson. One of her favorite things to do, without even touching him and without him touching her, she loved sexually teasing John. By flashing him parts of her sexy and shapely body, she loved making John as incestuously horny as she was. She loved showing him parts of her forbidden body that he should never see. She loved teasing him not only by flashing him her cleavage, bra, and panties but also by flashing him her naked breasts, her naked pussy, and her naked ass.

'I'm so frigging horny. What is he waiting for? Doesn't he know that I sexually want him? Kiss me already. Touch me and feel me. Make love to me,' she thought. 'Strip me naked. Force your naked prick in my hand, my mouth, and/or in my pussy. Have sex with me.'

Pretending she didn't know that he was looking, staring, and leering at all that he could see and at all that she was showing, she sat across from him while reading. With her sitting a little lower on the couch and him sitting a little higher in his father's chair, ever so slowly, she gradually parted her knees wide enough for him to see what he shouldn't see. Acting like the dumb blonde that she wasn't and acting as if she was oblivious to his sexual stare, she opened her knees wider until she was sitting almost spread legged like a drunken sailor.

Sexually arousing herself by exposing her panties to him, she could feel her nipples erecting. She could feel her pussy glistening with her vaginal secretions. Already so very wet, she wondered if she had stained her panties with her sexual excitement. With her panty clad pussy slit, camel toe, and pussy mound in plain view of his horny eyes, she wished he'd make his sexual move but he never did. Instead, as if he had never seen a woman's panties before, specifically, as if he had never seen her panties before, all he did was stare.

'I need him to do more than just stare at my panties. I need him to finger my pussy through my panties while kissing me and feeling my breasts while fingering my nipples,' she thought.

Continuing her sexual teasing by exposing more of herself to him, she had no problem giving him masturbation fodder by flashing him deliberate up-skirt peeks of her bright, white, bikini panties while making her flashes appear unintentional. When leaning over him to talk to him or to hug him, she had no problem giving him deliberate down-blouse views of her long line of sexy cleavage and her low-cut bra. Again, while making her flashes appear innocently unplanned, she always leaned longer and lower than need be whenever serving him breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

Making sure that he saw all that he wanted to see of her beautiful MILF of a body, she made sure that he got a good, long, down-nightgown look at her naked tits and her erect nipples. As much as she loved showing him her panty clad pussy, her naked pussy, and her cleavage and bra, she loved showing him her naked breasts and erect nipples. As much as she loved her big and shapely, D cup breasts, she loved showing her stepson her naked tits.

The longer John looked and the harder he stared, he inspired her to flash him even more of her sexy and shapely body. The longer he looked and the harder he stared, the more she'd intentionally show him. Obviously, as interested in seeing as much as she was showing, he wanted to see as much as she was willing to flash him. Obviously, he was just a horny as she was sexually frustrated.

'Touch me,' she thought while willing him to touch her and feel her. 'Feel my tits. Finger my nipples.'

Subtle yet not so subtle, walking around him in her sexy, short, sheer, and low-cut nightgowns without having the modesty to wear a robe, was one of her favorite flashing things to do. While pretending that she was his morally modest stepmother, by wearing her sexy nightgowns, she could easily flash him not only her naked tits but also her naked ass and pussy. An exhibitionistic game she loved to play, by wearing her sexy nightgowns, with the onus of his incestuous stares on him, she acted innocently oblivious that he was staring at all that she was showing.

She pretended not knowing that he could see as much of her naked body that he was seeing. Knowing that he could see the shape and the size of her naked breasts, her nipples, the darker shadow of her pubic hair, and the defined shape of her naked ass and ass crack, she played the dumb blonde. She pretended to be oblivious to his stares when instead she wished he'd take her in his arms and kiss her while touching and feeling her through her flimsy nightgown.

'Kiss me, John, while feeling my tits and fingering my nipples,' she thought while willing him to kiss her. 'Kiss me, John, while feeling my ass and squeezing my ass. Kiss me, John, while feeling my ass, squeezing my ass, and spanking my ass through my nightgown.'

When giving him up-nightgown peeks of her blonde, trimmed pussy and down-nightgown views of her big, naked breasts, areolas, and nipples, her flashing him sexually excited her enough to masturbate herself later. Yet, based on his focused stares, and with it so easy to give him in between her legs looks of her panty clad pussy, if he liked seeing anything of her, he clearly enjoyed seeing her panties. Seemingly he more seeing her panty clad pussy than he did seeing her naked pussy.

There was something so erotic about her flashing him her panties. He stared at her panties as if seeing her panties hypnotized him and mesmerized him. As much as him staring at her exposed panties moistened her pussy, by the obvious bulge in his pants, her flashing him her panties hardened his cock. With him so very intently focused on her exposed panties, she loved flashing him her panties.

As much as she loved her sexy, low-cut bras, she loved her bikini panties. She had all different colored panties but her bright, white panties got her the most attention. Whenever she wore black panties, he seemed disinterested in her flashing him her panties. Obviously, he couldn't see all the detail of her panty clad pussy as well as he could when she was wearing her bright, white panties.

Her bright, white panties were a clear, flashing winner over her colored panties. Whenever she flashed him her bright, white panties, clearly, he could see her pussy mound, her pussy slit, and her camel toe. Perhaps, the only panties he liked more than her bright, while panties were her sheer panties that showed him her naked pussy in more detail. Whenever she wore her nearly transparent panties, having practiced what he could see of her exposed cunt in her mirror, she knew that he could see her trimmed, blonde pubic hair, her naked pussy slit, and her naked camel toe.

Knowing that he could see nearly all of her sexy, shapely, and nearly, naked body, she loved standing in the darkened kitchen and innocently opening the refrigerator door. As if she was a stripper onstage under the bright light of a spotlight, the light from the refrigerator passed through her nightgown and illuminated her naked body as if she was naked. She did the same thing in a darkened living room when standing in front of the TV. Again, as if she was naked, the bright light of the television highlighted every sexy curve of her naked body through her sheer nightgown.

'I love flashing him when he doesn't know that I'm deliberately flashing him,' she thought.

Ready to flash him all that he could see of her through her sheer, sexy nightgown, once again, as if she was standing there naked, she loved opening the drapes in the early morning. With the bright sunlight illuminating her naked body through her sheer and sexy nightgown, she stood in front of the big, bay window longer to flash him more. Knowing that he was staring at all that she was showing and all that he could see of her, when she turned to face him, she loved seeing the sexually excited look on his face.

'Touch me, John,' she thought while willing him to go where no stepson should go with his stepmother.

Then, when she turned to the side of the big, bay window to tie back the drape, first one side and then the other, she knew he could see the shape and immense size of her big breasts and her erect nipples. She knew he could clearly see the outline of her shapely ass and the tuft of her blonde, trimmed, pubic hair through her nearly transparent nightgown. By his focused and unblinking stare, and by the size of the bulge in his pajama bottoms, she knew he was seeing all that she was deliberately showing him.

'This is the closest thing to being naked without being naked,' she thought. 'I'm so wicked to flash my stepson my nearly, naked body.'

With her an exhibitionist and him an obvious voyeur, he made her nipples hard and her pussy wet in the way that she made his cock hard when he stared at her panties, bra, naked pussy, and naked tits. Nonetheless, her resistance to having sex with her stepson, while hoping he'd make the first sexual move, she seemingly dared him to feel her ass, squeeze her ass, and spank her ass while French kissing her. She seemingly dared him to feel her tits while fingering her nipples. She seemingly dared him to rub her clit while fingerfucking her pussy.

'Duh,' she thought? 'When not flashing him in my nightgown, why else would I wear a tight, form fitting, red, leather skirt, if I didn't want him to kiss me while touching me, feeling me, squeezing me, and spanking my ass?'

Whenever she wore her leather skirt or leather dresses, as if he was mesmerized by the shape of her ass and hypnotized by the sexy clothes she wore, he sexually excited her with his unbroken stare. Taking two to play this incestuously sexual game of voyeurism and exhibitionism, sometimes when she was horny and feeling unloved, she was tempted to rub her leather clad ass in his face. Sometimes wishing he'd give into his sexual temptation, he seemed tempted feel her leather clad ass, squeeze her leather clad ass, slap her leather clad ass, and spank her leather clad ass. If only he knew that if he made the first sexual move, she'd reciprocate and make all the rest of the incestuous moves.

'If only he'd wallop my leather clad ass, I'd let him pull me over his knees and spank my leather clad ass,' she thought. 'If only he knew that I'd love to be spanked while wearing her leather pants or my leather skirt, I wondered what he'd say. As much as I love being sexually dominated by a man, I'd loved to be sexually dominated by my stepson.'

While feebly protesting him kissing her, touching, and feeling her, she'd loved to be sexually taken by John. She'd loved to be stripped naked by her stepson. She'd love to be forced to give him all the sex that he wanted her to give him and that she'd love to give him. If only he made the first move, she'd allow him to have his wicked, incestuous way with her naked body.

'Kiss me, John. Touch me. Feel me. Make a pass at me. Strip me naked and fuck me,' she thought. 'After flashing him nearly every part of my body every day, I don't know how else to make him sexually seduce me.'

If only he knew she wished he'd force her to do dirty, naughty, and nasty sexual things, she wondered that he'd do. She wondered what he'd say. Now that his father wasn't around, with her always feeling so very horny and sexually frustrated, she was becoming such a whore for his son. If only he'd kiss her while touching and feeling her through her clothes, she'd return his kiss while touching and feeling him through his clothes too. Giving him more than subtle sexual hints, she dressed as provocatively as she could without being absurdly, sexually obvious.

As if she was an 18th century, tavern wench, she always wore her low-cut white, peasant blouse, the one with the wide, lace collar, and the oversized, lace sleeves that showed her long line of cleavage with those tight, leather pants. Leather and lace, she loved that sexy combination too, which is why she wore her frilly, lace handbag dangling from her shoulder whenever wearing her form fitting, red, leather dress that molded her ass and shaped breasts. With his favorite color red, she matched his ruby red, Mustang GT.

With her looking younger and him looking older, she enjoyed pretending that she was his girlfriend and/or his lover. With her dressed in leather and with her long, lush, natural blonde hair blowing in the wind, she'd look good with him driving her around town in his Mustang. If she dared have him take her parking, she'd even look good, albeit a bit cramped, in his backseat topless or naked. She'd look good with her long, shapely legs spread and dangling out his car window while they had sex.

Yet, getting way ahead of herself, they weren't there yet. Other than on birthdays, Valentine's Day, Christmas, and New Year's Eve, they haven't even kissed yet, and they've never French kissed. They weren't lovers yet. Not even a couple yet, if they were anything, they were horny and sexually frustrated. If they were anything, they were stepmother and stepson. If they were anything, with her married to his father, they were forbidden to have illicit, incestuous sex.

Chapter 02:

The red, leather dress she chose to wear tonight wasn't thick nor as hot as her other leather skirts, dresses, and pants. Fitting her as if a second skin, this dress fit her like a thin, expensive pair of handmade, Italian, leather gloves. The dress fit her like the gloves that Angie Dickinson wore opposite Michael Caine, in Brian De Palma's Dressed to Kill. Without her having to do anything but to wear her dress, her red, leather dress made her as sexy as it made her feel naughty.

In the way she was dressed as a maneater and a manslayer, she wasn't dressed to kill. She was dressed to sexually tease. She was dressed to make any man who saw her sexually want her. She was dressed for sexual seduction. She was dressed for sex. She looked at herself in the mirror. If she said so herself, she looked good in her tight, little, red, leather dress.

'I look hot. I look sexy. Totally fuckable, I look ready for sex,' she thought while turning one way before turning the other way to look at the shape of her breasts and her ass in her full-length mirror.

Showing every curve and every sexual indentation, her shapely ass looked as if it was spray painted with red leather.

'How can anyone resist tapping this ass,' she asked herself while staring at her leather clad ass in her mirror? 'How can John not want to feel my ass, squeeze my ass, slap my ass, and spank my naked ass?'

Looking as if she was wearing a push-up bra, the tight, uplifting, low-cut bodice of her red, leather dress made her look as if she was a lady from the 17th century flashing her breasts in the king's royal court. The tight, uplifting, low-cut bodice of her red, leather dress made her D cup breasts look even bigger. The tight, uplifting bodice of her red, leather dress made her exposed breasts look as if she was serving them up to her stepson on a red leather platter. As if daring him to stare at them before touching them and feeling them, she was showing a lot of her tits.

'I dare him not to stare at my exposed, long, line of sexy cleavage. How could he not want to touch my breasts, feel my breasts, and suck my breasts,' she asked herself?

The red outfit she wore along with her long, lush, blonde hair, her bright, red lipstick, and shining, blue eyes made her look as if she was on fire. She looked smoking hot. If she looked like anyone, she looked like a woman who not only knew what she wanted but also how to get it. As if she was ready to make a pact with Satan, if she looked like anyone, she looked like the Devil's, dangerous girlfriend.

'Lady in red,' she thought while looking at herself in the mirror.

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Short, low-cut, and slit up the middle, the dress advertised three of her stepson's favorite things. It showed her long line of sexy cleavage, her long, shapely legs, and her round, firm ass. Like father like son, in the way that her husband was a breast, leg, and ass man, his son was too. In the way that he stared at them and complimented her whenever she wore something short, low-cut, and form fitting, she knew that as much as he loved her long, shapely legs, and big breasts, he loved her shapely ass too.

Wearing this dress especially for him while advertising all that she had to sexually offer, she wore the dress while wearing a backless and strapless, plunging bra. Not wanting the form fitting curve of her dress to be marred by a panty line, ready to shamelessly expose her naked pussy to her stepson, she wore the dress without wearing panties. Going out without wearing panties made her feel like such a whore. Playing that role as if it was a game, a role, or a contest, she liked the feeling of being a whore even when she wasn't. Yet, a break from being his stepmother, hopefully, tonight she was his lover.

No secret, with her having been sexually intimate with so very many men before she was married to her husband, Jim, John's father, she was a whore morally reincarnated as a respectable stepmother. Sexually experimenting with men as much as men sexually experimented with women, she had an entire address book filled with names and numbers of all the men she sucked and fucked. Had she turned to prostitution back then, able to make a good living, she would have been wildly popular.

Yet, unable to ignore her deep seated, sexual feelings, once a whore, always a whore. She still had those unquenchable, sexual desires of needing sex. Only, now, instead of just sex, in addition to hand jobs, blowjobs, and fucking, she was looking for love. Instead of having sex with just anyone, she was looking to have sex with only one man, her stepson. Doing whatever it would take to want her enough for him to make the first move, she was ready to sexually seduce her husband's son.

Now that her husband rejected her for sex, she hoped not to embarrass herself or her stepson for the sake of forbidden sex. Feeling every bit of her age when in the company of John, she was an older woman sexually soliciting a much younger man. Moreover, she was his stepmother. Nonetheless, giving them what they both wanted and needed, she was more than ready to sexually embraced her stepson. With her only wearing a low-cut, sheer bra, if only John knew that she was practically naked under her red, leather dress, what would he think? What would he say? What would he do?

If only he knew her naked pussy was only inches away from his probing fingers, what would he do? Would he try and kiss her while reaching beneath her short, red, leather dress to finger her wet, naked pussy? While kissing her, would he rub her clit while fingerfucking her cunt? She'd let him kiss her and finger her pussy if he tried to kiss her and finger her pussy. She'd even allow him to rub her clit and fingerfuck her pussy, too. In the way that she'd love to masturbate her stepson, she'd love for him to masturbate her too.

If only he knew she wanted to be kissed while being touched, felt, fondled, and groped, what would he say? What would he do? Would he kiss her while sticking his horny hand down her low-cut dress to grope her big breasts while fingering her erect nipples? Again, she'd let him kiss her and grope her breasts while fingering her nipples if he tried to kiss her while groping her breasts and fingering her nipples.

Hoping beyond hope that he would, while kissing her, would he touch and feel her sexy body everywhere through her red, leather dress? Again, she'd let him kiss her, touch her, and feel her through her red, leather dress if he tried. Yet, even more than that, again, would he reach beneath her leather dress to fingerfuck her naked pussy? Would he masturbate her in the way that she wished she could masturbate him? Not done there, would he stick his hand down her dress to feel her naked tits while fingering her nipples?

Did she look sexy enough, hot enough, and dangerous enough to sexually excite him and invite him enough to make a sexual pass at her? Could he get passed the fact that she was his stepmother and he was her stepson. Or, in the way that the thought of having forbidden sex with her stepson sexually excited her, does the thought of having sex with his stepmother sexually excite him enough to want to have sex with her? Would he be wild with sexual passion and lustful desire to want to have forbidden sex with his nearly naked stepmother while she was wearing her red, leather dress?

When John wasn't staring at the impressions her bra clad breasts made in her red, leather dress, he was staring at her legs. Adding to his sexual excitement, to his horniness, and to his sexual frustration, when she wasn't flashing him her cleavage and her brassiere in down-blouse views, she flashed him her naked pussy by slowly and seductively crossing her long, shapely legs. Acting unaware that she was flashing him her glistening wet, naked pussy, she loved playing Miss Innocent.

Now that she wasn't wearing panties, no longer feeling like his mature stepmother, she felt as sexy as she felt like a whore. As if she was Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, so easy for her to do with him totally focused on her and on seeing what he could see of her cunt, she loved sexually teasing him by flashing him her naked pussy. Judging by the bulge in his pants, flashing him her naked pussy made her as wet with sexual desire as it made him hard with incestuous lust.

'Kiss me, John. Kiss me while fingering my pussy,' she thought. 'Fingerfuck my cunt, John. Fingerfuck your stepmother while kissing her.'

With her long, lush, naturally, blonde hair perfectly coiffed, her makeup expertly applied, and this tight, red, leather dress complimented by red, leather, high heel shoes and her white, lace handbag, she looked sexy. If the red, leather dress and her natural, blonde hair wasn't enough to get a man's attention, she wore bright, red lipstick. With her wearing blow me lipstick while wearing a blow me dress, what man wouldn't sexually want her? What man wouldn't want her to blow him? What man, including her stepson, especially her stepson, could sexually resist her?

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Contrasting the red, leather dress was her long, lush, blonde hair and her big, blue eyes that sparkled like gemstones. If she looked like anyone she looked like Loni Anderson of old as Jennifer Marlowe reincarnated as the receptionist in WKRP Cincinnati. She knew that this outfit would get her stepson thinking more about her than about anyone else. Moreover, with her stepson thinking that she dressed to meet someone, she hoped to make him jealous enough to want her all to himself.

After making her entrance and making her way through the crowd of mostly interested, horny men, she took her seat at the bar. A real head turner, every man in the room noticed her. Every man in the room sexually wanted her, even her stepson, especially her stepson. Purposely picking this bar on this night, she knew this was the bar that he frequented on Friday nights after work. Wanting to give him a dramatic, sexy show, she knew he'd be here with his friends.

"Dude," said John's friend. "That sexy MILF of a woman who just entered the bar wearing that red, leather dress, isn't that your stepmom, Elizabeth? Wow! She looks so sexy. She looks so hot. I wish my mother looked like her. I'd definitely do her," he said.

She took her seat on a barstool at the bar and watched John through the mirror of the bar turn and stare at her. She wanted to show him what she looked like when not wearing her nightgown or her blouse and short skirt. She wanted to show him what she looked like all dressed up and when ready to have a sexy night on the town. She wanted to show him that she looked just as hot and just as sexy as one of the women who looked like her, walked like her, talked like her and laughed like her that he chose for sex.

Indeed, she did look hot. Indeed, she did look sexy. Obviously, curious to see what his father's wife would do, John watched man after man approach her and be turned away rejected. Where other men struck out, he was accepted. Other than his friends knowing who she was, if only the men at the bar knew that she was his stepmom, wouldn't they be surprised? Obviously curious why she was here and dressed so provocatively, he left his friends to approach Elizabeth.

"Mom?" He looked at her as if he was already undressing her with his eyes. He looked at her with sexual interest. He stared at her with incestuous lust. "What are you doing here?"

She gave him a sexy smile while staring at him as if he was her boyfriend.

"I was hoping to find you here. I hoped you'd give me ride home. I was supposed to meet someone, an old friend, for a drink at the bar across the street but he called to cancel at the last minute," she said lying. "All dressed up and no place to go, I've been stood up," she said with a sad frown.

Since she was married to and was preparing to divorce his father, Jim, having raised him, Elizabeth knew a lot about her stepson, John. Unlike his father, who kept secrets from her, there was little that she didn't know about his son. Unlike his father, mostly thanks to her, her stepson had grown to be a good, kind, caring, and loving, young man. Unlike his father, he'd make some lucky woman a good husband and their children a wonderful Dad one day.

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When his father wasn't there to care, which was most of the time, when he wasn't working, drinking to an excess, or fucking whores, she took credit for raising his son as if she was a single mother. When he was too young to care for himself, she clothed him, fed him, and cleaned up after him. She took him to school and picked him up after. She took him to whatever after school programs and activities he had. She encouraged him to blossom, mature, and grow. She was solely responsible for making him the man that he was today.

She attended parent and teacher conferences. She arranged for summer camp. She searched for colleges and filled out college applications for him to attend. She took him to doctor, dentist, and hair cut appointments. She worried about him when he was sick and/or when he was out late. She did everything a mother would do for her son that his father was seldom home to do. Including loving him unconditionally, she did everything a stepmom would do for her stepson.

When his father wasn't there to love him, she loved him and took credit for that too. Showering him with compliments, attention, support, and affection as if he was her own blood, she tried everything she could for him not to grow up to emulate the drunken and cheating ways of his father. In this society of the #me too movement of women, she wanted him to respect women instead of mistreating them and sexually abusing them.

The only thing she couldn't do, something that his father needed to do, was to teach him how to physically make love to a woman. She could instruct him about the birds, the bees, and about sex, of course, yet, he may balk at talking to his stepmom about sex. Nonetheless, if she left his sexual education up to his father, she feared what his father would negatively say about women and specifically about her. According to his father, all women are bitches and whores. According to his father all women are put on Earth to be submissive to men and to do men's bidding.

Alas, with us all human and with no one perfect, we all have our demons to endure and crosses to bear. Now that she's home alone with her adult stepson, and feeling lonely, horny, and sexually frustrated, even John's stepmother had sexual temptations that were hard to resist. With him looking like a younger version of his father, that made it even more difficult for her to sexually resist him. If only he made a sexual pass at her, she'd allow him to have his wicked, sexual way with her.

With her still a young, beautiful, sexy, and sexual woman, desperate for the loving and sexual touch of a man, she thought about the forbidden. With them living in the same house and under the same roof, and with them in such close proximity to one another, she thought about the forbidden. She thought about having sex with her stepson. Easy for her to sexually seduce him, she thought about teaching him about sex with a hands-on, home school demonstration. Only, how would that look if someone was to discover that she had sex with her stepson under the guise of teaching him about sex?

Instead of instructing him and/or sexually seducing him, easing her horniness and sexual frustration, something she did with frequency, she masturbated herself while imagining having sex with him. While kissing the back of her hand and pretending her hand was John's lips, she imagined showing him how to French kiss a woman. While feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples, she imagined showing him where and how to touch a woman. While fingering her pussy and wishing she could lick her own pussy, with her a willing volunteer, she imagined showing him how to give a woman oral, sexual pleasure with his fingers, his tongue, and his mouth.

Returning the sexual favor of giving her stepson oral, sexual pleasure after she imagined him giving her oral, sexual pleasure, she stroked her dildo, while imagining stroking his cock. She sucked her dildo while imagining sucking his cock and giving him a blowjob. Then, stripping herself naked to look at herself in the mirror, she imagined exposing her topless and/or naked body to him before showing him how to make love to her.

'Make love to me, John. Lick my pussy while fingering my pussy. Make me cum. I need to cum. Fuck me, John. Pound my cunt with your big, erect prick. Then, after you fuck me, I'll suck you. I'll allow you to cum in my mouth, all over my face, and across my naked breasts,' she thought while masturbating herself.

Only, something that hurt her head and broke her heart to do, deliberately standing before him naked was something she'd never do. As much as she wanted to see his reaction to him seeing her topless and/or naked, she'd never deliberately show her topless and/or naked body to her stepson without trying to make her nakedness appear unintentional. Again, even though she had the thoughts and even though it was so hard to resist, something she'd never do, she'd never have sex with her stepson. Nothing more than her forbidden, sexual fantasy, she'd never make love to him, fuck him, and/or suck him.

'As much as I'd like to and as much as I want to, I can't allow him to see me naked without making it appear accidental. As much as I'd like to and as much as I want to, I can't have sex with my stepson,' she thought while masturbating herself again instead. 'Yet, with my dildo not nearly the same, I wish I had my stepson's hard, hairy cock in my hot, horny hand, in my eager and willing mouth, and/or buried in my warm, wet pussy. If only he sexually wanted me as much as I sexually wanted him, we could be so happy together. If only he'd make a pass at me, I'd have sex with him.'

With him no longer a boy but a 22-year-old man, by the number of girlfriends he already had, undoubtedly, there wasn't anything that she could show him or teach him that he already didn't know. Like father like son, with his good looks and athletic body, just like his Dad, he was turning into a lady's man. After watching him with the women he brought home, unlike his Dad, he was always well-mannered, polite, and respectful of women. Something his father forgot to be after he married her, he was kind, thoughtful, and loving to women.

Now that she had seen how women should be treated through the eyes of her stepson, she wondered why she married his father. Different back then, with the advent of social media and the #metoo movement, smartphones, and sex more out in the open, men are more in tune with the needs, wants, and desires of women. Something they seldom were before, instead of only looking for and wanting women for one thing, sex and especially blowjobs, men are now more considerate and respectful when dating women. The bottom line is that no finally means no.

She swooned by the thought of her stepson treating her like a queen in the way that he treated his girlfriends. She swooned by the thought of him kissing her, touching her, and feeling her everywhere she wanted and needed to be touched and felt through her clothes. Having learned from her mistake in marrying his father, she wished she was an 18-year-old virgin again. If she was, she'd marry John instead of his father, Michael.

If her role in life was to be John's stepmother, then her sacrifice in marrying his father was worth it. She never would have had a stepson like John if she hadn't married his father. She loved her stepson as if he was her own son. Only, she wished she could intimately love John as if he was her lover instead of her husband's son.

Now, that she was here, and the center of his universe, even though she was preparing to divorce his father, and even though he was a grown man, she couldn't imagine abandoning John. She couldn't imagine her life without him. Now, that she was here, and so dependent upon her stepson, just as she couldn't imagine leaving him, she couldn't imagine ruining their close stepmother and stepson relationship by having illicit sex with him.

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Suffice to say, his father had missed out on a lot by not being there for his son. From band practice to sports, baseball, basketball, football, and high school track, he was never there but she was always there driving him, cheering him, and rooting for him. Supposedly always working while wining and dining this client or that client to close this deal or that deal, he was never home. With his birthmother remarried and having nothing to do with her son by not even acknowledging him, and with her living on the other side of the country, it was up to Elizabeth to raise a boy who wasn't her own.

Yet, that was okay with her. Unable to have children, she always wanted a child. Slowly morphing from being his nanny, to his stepmother, to his best friend, and, hopefully, to his lover, she embraced the responsibility of not only raising him but also loving him. Yet, with that in mind, how could she possibly have sex with him? Even though she wanted to have sex with him, would love to have sex with him, she couldn't and she wouldn't have sex with her husband's son.

Careful of her sexual transgressions getting in the way, with her 37-years-old and him 22-years-old, still close enough in age, she was in danger of sexually loving him too much. When she was 52-years-old, he'd be 37-years-old, and, still old enough to be deemed his mother, when she was 67-years-old, he'd be 52-years-old. Yet, no one would think of their disparity in age then, in the way they may question it now.

If she wasn't careful and allowed herself to give in to her sexually salacious temptations and transgressions, she was in danger of overstepping her responsibilities as his stepmother and becoming his forbidden lover. The last thing she wanted was to ruin things between them. She needed him to want to have incestuous sex with her as much as she wanted to have inappropriate sex with him. Even though she'd love to have sex with John, she didn't want to start something she couldn't finish just she didn't want to start something that would ruin their close stepmother and stepson relationship.

Having been his stepmom for 13-years, since he was 9-years-old, and with him always trusting her enough to confide in her, she knew all his friends. She knew the music he listened to, the books he read, the movies he watched, the sports teams he rooted for, and the foods that he liked and didn't like. Whether they were celebrities, movie stars, women from his past, women he hoped to hook up with in the future, or women from the neighborhood, she knew about the women he had a sexual relationship with and those he wished he could bed.

Interestingly enough, with her a tall, blue-eyed, blonde with big tits, the women he dated were all tall, blue-eyed, blondes with big tits. Seemingly, it was as if he wanted to have sex with her by emulating her in the women he chose to date. Some of the women he dated not only looked like her but also walked like her, talked like her, and laughed like her. If not for their much younger age, they could have been her long, lost twin.

Yet, breaking up with one to date another, he was always fine tuning his selection for a more appropriate woman in search to find her clone. With her the original and right under his nose, and with his father never around, yet, something that seemingly would never happen, she wished he'd date her. She wished he'd make a move on her. She wished he'd kiss her, touch her, feel her, and have forbidden sex with her. She'd love to be her stepson's woman instead of his father's wife.

Now that he was back living at home with her after having graduated from college, she knew his hobbies, his interests, and even where he went for a drink after work. Sadly, and disturbingly, she knew more about her stepson than did his own father. Fortunately for her, albeit sexually frustrating for her as well, she thought more about having sex with him now that he was a 22-year-old, college educated man than she did when he was an 18-year-old, high school senior.

Only, even in her wildest, sexual fantasies, she couldn't have forbidden sex with her stepson. That would be wrong. That would be nasty. That would ruin everything. That could scar him and ruin him for other women for the rest of his life.

If she dared have sex with John, she'd feel so guilty. She'd feel so remorseful. She'd be so embarrassed for any of her friends to know that she had sex with her husband's son. Yet, knowing her friends as well as she did, instead of making her feel shamefully embarrassed, they'd envy her. No doubt, wishing they could have sex with their sons or with their son's friends, they'd slap her a high five.

'Way to go, Liz. I can't believe you made love to, fucked, and sucked your stepson,' she imagined her friends saying while supporting her.

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Yet, something more personally prohibited, it was a rite of passage for a young man his age to have sex with an older woman. Elizabeth knew that John more than liked her. She knew that he was sexually attracted to her as much as she was sexually attracted to him. She knew that he loved her, perhaps not in the way that a man loves a woman, but more in the way that a stepson loves his stepmother.

A forbidden mother and son, even a stepmother and stepson sexual relationship proved difficult for a testosterone filled, young man to resist but easy for him to embrace when horny, especially if she gave him the green light. Yet and admittedly, she'd have sex with him if only he made the first move. Should their sexual transgressions come back to haunt her and bite her in the ass with her husband, soon to be ex-husband, for her to agree to have sex with John, the onus of sexual solicitation would have to be on him.

If she was relaxed enough after having a couple glasses of wine, she'd definitely allow him to kiss her while touching her and feeling her everywhere. If she was relaxed enough after having a couple glasses of wine, she'd allow him to have his wicked sexual way with her naked body. Yet, even though she was more than willing to reciprocate his incestuous, sexual desire, the last thing that she wanted was to be the one to sexually seduce him. She needed him to sexually seduce her. Whatever he wanted to sexually do with her, had to be all on him.

Even though she thought of him kissing her while allowing him to touch her and feel her everywhere through her clothes, the idea sickened her as much as it sexually excited her. Even though she'd love him to strip her naked and she'd love to see him without his clothes, because of guilt and remorse, the thought of them being sexually intimate with her stepson was a thought she couldn't entertain for long. It was one thing to think about sexually seducing him and to sexually fantasize over having sex with him but it was something else entirely to actually sexually seduce him and to have sex with him.

Even though she masturbated over the thought of him on top of her and making love to her before fucking her hard and fast, having sex with her stepson was just as impossible as it was improbable. She just couldn't go there. Even though she sexually fantasized him fingering her pussy while licking her pussy, returning the oral, sexual favor, the thought of her stroking and sucking his cock was just as sexually exciting as it was sexually disgusting.

Relegated to the thoughts of having sex with him while masturbating herself, her horniness and sexual frustration were endless. If only she could, she'd love nothing more than for him to give her sexual orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, his mouth, and his cock. If only he would, she'd love nothing more than for him to cum in her mouth, all over her face, in her hair, across her big, naked breasts, and even in her pussy.

Yet, alas and unfortunately, if she crossed the incestuous line of forbidden and inappropriate sex by having sex with her husband's son, she'd be no better than his father. With a stepmother having sex with her stepson, she'd be worse in her sexual depravity than the sexual escapades that her husband had with hookers and strippers. Her having sex with her stepson would make her no better than his drunken, carousing father and no better than any of his whores. Without doubt, sex between them would ruin everything.

She had read enough of those trashy, romance novels to know that mother and son sex, or stepmother and stepson sex, wasn't limited to trailer park, trashy, drunken, and drugged out, tattooed women living on welfare. Even the wealthy have their sexually, salacious secrets of incestuous relationships. Even the wealthy have sex between a mother and son, a father and daughter, a sister and brother, an aunt and nephew, an uncle and niece, a stepbrother and stepsister, a stepfather and stepdaughter, and a stepmother and stepson.

Yet, difficult for her to resist, she could have sex with him if she wanted to have sex with him. Having sexually seduced dozens of men, with him putty in her sexually experienced hands, she knew how to sexually seduce her stepson. Having taught him well, she knew how to push all of his buttons, even his sexual buttons. She'd have no problem in making him want to have sex with her, yet he had to be the one to make the first sexual move.

If she was to sexually seduce him, perhaps that would not only alleviate her horniness and sexual frustration but also would allow her to seek revenge on her husband for cheating on her with women behind her back. She'd love to get even with her husband for all the wrongs he had done to her by having sex with a multitude of women all over the country and all over the world. Only, she couldn't imagine having sex with her stepson just to get back at his father. She wanted to have sex with John for a better reason than that.

If she did indeed have sex with him, she didn't see their intimate, sexual relationship being a one-night stand. Something beautiful and loving, if they had sex with one another, she could conceivably envision their forbidden, sexual union becoming a serious love affair. In the way of The Piano Teacher, The Reader, The Graduate, and even Harold and Maude, there are plenty of love stories of a younger man not only having an intimate sexual relationship with an older woman but also a love affair.

'Love is what I need and what I want,' she thought. 'John may love me as his stepmother but would he love me as his lover? Would he want me not in the way that a stepson lovingly wants his stepmother but, in the way that a man sexually wants a woman?'

Nonetheless, if they did have sex, that would be wrong. That would be nasty. Moreover, if John discovered that she had used him with sex as her revenge on his father, that would be unforgivable. For their forbidden, sexual relationship to work, she had to emerge innocent, guilt free, and unscathed. With the onus on him, she'd have to sexually tease him, erotically entice him, and salaciously seduce him for him to make the first, sexual move.

Easy enough to do, she didn't have to be a mind reader or a psychologist to know his sexual attraction to her. She just had to look at the clone women he brought home who looked like her, talked like her, walked like her, and laughed like her. In the way that he looked at her, she knew that he lusted over her, perhaps even masturbated over her. In the way that he stared at her, as if undressing her with his eyes, she knew that he imagined her without her clothes while having sex with her naked body.

Like his father who was a breast, leg man, and ass man, his son was a breast, leg, and ass man too. With him staring at them hard enough and long enough, she knew that her stepson was enamored with her big, natural, D cup breasts, her long, shapely legs, and her round, firm ass. Only and sexually frustratingly, she wished he'd do more than just stare. She wished he'd kiss her, French kiss her, while touching and feeling her everywhere it was forbidden to sexually touch and feel her.

Whenever she sat across from him while wearing her short skirts, deliberately sexually teasing him, she slowly and seductively crossed and uncrossed her legs to flash him her bright, white, bikini panties and her panty clad pussy. Whenever she leaned over him while wearing her sexy, low-cut blouse, she purposely gave him a lengthy, sexually salacious look at her long line of sexy cleavage had her low-cut bra. What more could she do to sexually entice him to make the first, incestuously, sexual move?

Something so sexually inappropriate and yet so erotically forbidden to think of someone so young, her own stepson, sexually wanting her, was even hard for her to resist the sexual attention given her from a good-looking, young man. With her so lonely, so horny, and so sexually frustrated, it wouldn't take much to sexually seduce her and for her to move to the dark side of her sexual life. Having already sexually fantasized over him numerous times having sex with her before while masturbating herself, she was just as sexually attracted to her stepson as she knew he was sexually attracted to her.

Yet, with him not making the first, sexual move, she was nearly ready to give up trying to get a sexual reaction from him. It wasn't until she heard him masturbating over her when he obviously thought he was alone and thought she couldn't hear him that she thought of not only using her stepson as revenge on his father but also for love. Setting things in motion, it was when she heard him masturbating over her that she imagined him having sex with her with more certainty than just a passing sexual fantasy. Yet, instead of just thinking of him as a fuckbuddy, she thought of him as her forever lover.

With one unable to cross the incestuous line without the other, just as she was ripe for his sexual advances and for his sexual seduction of her, seemingly he was ripe for her sexual advances and for her sexual seduction of him. Now, that she knew that he masturbated over her while imagining her naked and having sex with her, she decided to take her sexual seduction to the next level. She decided to sexually seduce her stepson while purposely making it appear that he was the seducer and not her.

'This ought to be fun,' she thought to herself.