Teasing and Naughty Stepmom Pt. 01

Main Characters:

I, Steve, 18 years old

My Dad’s soon to be wife, Irene, 43 years old

This is a series, and don’t expect Steve to fuck in the first part, or second, or at all.

The series is about a dirty, seductive stepmom and her teaching her 18-year-old “stepson” how to treat older women. These series are completely unrelated to my other stories or series.

For you who are new to my stories, I am Swedish myself so English is not my native tongue, so bear with me on grammatical issues or misspellings. Focus on the big picture instead.

In the first part, we will meet Irene and her first lesson for poor, sex craving Steve.

Enjoy this part 1.

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One day, I came home early, I kicked off my heels and padded around the kitchen as I put items away, dancing as I finished, but dying for the loo. Taking the stairs two at a time, I passed Steve’s bedroom door which was slightly ajar, when I chanced to glance in.

What I saw stopped me in my tracks, my urgent bladder forgotten for the moment.

Steve was stretched out naked on his bed, but it wasn’t his lack of clothes that had attracted my attention, it was his erect cock which currently pointed skywards as he did something on the laptop which lay by his side, and my panties, that laid next to him.

My hand went to my mouth in shock. It wasn’t that I failed to feel disgusted which surprised me, it was the fact that his manhood was really well developed, a strong looking hard shaft of flesh topped by a bulging shiny purple helmet, and the sudden tingling I was feeling between her legs.

I stood indecisively, my first instinct had been to carry on walking but my primal instinct was to push his door open and get my hands on his magnificent cock. What had started as a bit of fun had now gained a new dimension, accepting that I was, at that moment, as interested in him as he was in me.

I stood silently a while longer, watching as he took his shaft in hand, sliding the skin up and down as he teased its plump top with what appeared to be one of my dirty panties. I was enthralled watching him wank himself off, listening to him mutter to himself and occasionally, catching the sound of my own name, or was I getting lightheaded and/or delirious?.

I found I couldn’t move as his arousal began to peak, my body quivering with excitement as suddenly a large gush of spunk flew from his shaft and was expertly caught in my panties.

I backed away carefully, making my way back down the stairs where I opened and closed the front door loudly, calling out to let him know I was home. I remained downstairs, giving him time to get dressed and make himself presentable before going back up the stairs and putting my head around his bedroom door.

“Hi, Steve, studying hard?” I said and tried to act normal, even though, my pussy was aching for a cock. His cock. Fuck, I’m bad.

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A few weeks later, I had promised my old Mom that I was going to help me get some boxes, Steve had eagerly volunteered to help me, so predictable, he just wanted an opportunity to look at me.

I’ve been dating his dad for almost a year now and we’re getting married in a few months, can’t wait. Steve turned 18 three weeks ago, and I know he’d been watching me, sniffing my pants, that I often left my cum in, just for him. Every time I saw the “misplaced” panties, I got horny thinking about what he’d done when he sniffed them. I always sniffed them myself afterward (I mean after I found them moved from my planted dirty ones) and almost always I found a hint of sperm on them, carefully wiped away, but still sperm. Next week, I was gonna install two cameras in his room. I was one of them dirty cougar stepmoms, wasn’t I?

Anyway, I figured a good teasing wouldn’t hurt him so I made sure when I got into the car that my skirt rode well up on my legs. As he leaned over to put on his seat belt, I saw Steve’s gaze dart to the wide expanse of creamy thighs I was showing him. As I snapped in my own seat belt, I adjusted the shoulder strap so it noticeably pressed down between my tits as it crossed my body. I flicked my eyes up and saw Steve staring at them with his mouth open.

“You okay, Steve? You look all flushed,” I asked as we pulled away.

“Uh yes … uh no … I mean … I’m okay,” he stammered as he finally tore his eyes away from my chest and looked out the window. On the way to Mom’s house, I talked to him about school, his job at the shoe store, and pretty innocent stuff. I just wanted him to relax a little. Whenever he could, I noticed his eyes kept flicking back to my tits or my exposed thighs. I pretended to concentrate pretty intently on the road so he could look at me without having to be too concerned about me catching him. I looked down once and in the dim light inside the car, I could make out a sizeable bulge in the crotch of his khakis. At one point, I let my hand drop into my lap as I pretended to scratch an itch on the inside of my thigh. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his eyes go as big as saucers as my dark red fingernails toyed along the smooth white skin just below the hem of my skirt. I figured I’d better stop or he might just blow that load right in his pants if I kept this teasing up much longer.

“Here we are,” I said as we pulled into the driveway of my Mom’s house.

“Are you sure you don’t mind helping me? I’ve got a couple of boxes I need to move into the garage.”

Actually, there were two small boxes of books that I had stuck up on my closet shelf after cleaning up my bookshelves. I decided to donate them to charity. I hadn’t made them too heavy as I had been expecting to move them myself. I figured this was as good an excuse as any to get Steve into my room where I wanted him, or at least I thought so. Cheating on Aaron with his son… Seriously… What was I thinking about?

“No … I … I’m happy to help,” he said nervously as he got out of the car. I grabbed my bag and lead him into the house. I looked back over my shoulder at one point and his eyes quickly looked up from watching my ass. I smiled knowingly and watched him blush again. He followed me through the house as I turned on a few lights on the way to my room. This wasn’t just some random visit, no this was carefully planned… My mother was going to be away for the rest of the night visiting her sister. He stopped just inside the door to my room as I walked over and turned on the light on the bedside table.

“The boxes are just over here in the closet, Steve,” I said as he started to walk across the room.

“Oh, dear…” I blurted out, pretending to be shocked. His eyes followed mine to my bed which was strewn with all kinds of lingerie.

I had laid out a bunch of different things, to see his reaction. He stopped dead in his tracks and I saw him gulp as we both looked at the array of corsets, nylons, panties, and bras strewn across the bed. The kid had probably never seen this much sexy underwear in one place other than the Victoria’s Secret catalog stuffed under his bed.

“Oh silly me,” I said with a little laugh. “I guess I should really learn to tidy up better. I’m sorry you had to see such a mess.”

“No … no, that’s fine … it’s not a mess at all … I … I bet that stuff looks really nice on you.”

His voice was quivering and I noticed fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

“Well, thank you, Steve,” I said as I stood before him with my hands on my hips and thrust my swelling chest out toward him.

“You’re a real charmer. You know just what to say to a girl.”

“Th … thank you, Irene,” he said as he lowered his head shyly.

“So you really don’t have a girlfriend right now, Steve? I find that hard to believe.”

“No … no I don’t,” he said softly, “I’ve always been pretty shy.”

“So, you’ve never ever had a girlfriend?”

He paused and then hung his head as he answered, “No … I … I never.”

Perfect! He was a virgin … this was going to be sweet! I reached over and softly put my hand under his chin and tilted his head up to look at me.

“Steve, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. You are a very good-looking young boy.”

He seemed to relax as I softly stroked his cheek and gave him a warm calming smile.

“I’m sure there are plenty of pretty girls at your school that would love to go out with you.”

“None of them are as pretty as you,” he blurted out instantly.

“Oh now Steve, thank you very much but you’re just saying that. There must be a lot of girls at your school your age that are much prettier than I am.”

“No … honestly. They just … they just don’t have what you have. You … You’re beautiful Irene.”

I could see his eyes subconsciously looking down at my chest. I figured that this was what he meant when he said they don’t have what I have. I slowly took a deep breath and his eyes grew wide as those thrusting orbs swelled inside my tight sweater, and my pussy got wet.

“You really think I’m beautiful, Steve?” I said as I readjusted myself slightly. I pulled the bottom of my sweater down so it stretched tightly over my tits. I then stepped so my feet were now about shoulder width apart and my little skirt was drawn tightly across my thighs. I saw his eyes glance down at the widening expanse between my legs.

“I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said quietly as his eyes flicked quickly up to me and then he once again hung his head, almost as if in shame. He paused for a few seconds and it seemed as if he was struggling with his feelings. I decided to try to ease the conversation. I did a poor job.

“Do your friends have these same kinds of thoughts about their mothers?” I asked, knowing I wasn’t his real mother, but soon, I would be his Stepmom.

“Not really,” he replied, “the other guys’ mothers are not much compared to you. I think the guys are perfectly happy to be here having these thoughts about you.”

“Thoughts about me?…. Do you mind your friends having these thoughts about me?” I asked. I was genuinely curious about this.

“I really did at first,” he admitted.

“I think I was shocked by the way they talked about you and the things they said about you. But after a while, I had to admit that I was having a lot of the same thoughts and I was lucky enough to be around you all the time and didn’t need an excuse to be here.”