Teasing and Naughty Stepmom Pt. 03

PART 3

Characters:

I, Steve, 18 years old

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

In the first part, Miss Irene had poor Steve jerk off in front of her as she played with her huge silicone tits.

In part two Miss Irene’s lesson intensified and turned into a cock-craving MILF, and she signed up to do webcam shows. In this part, FUCKMEHARD39 will do her first webcam show, how much will she dare to take off/do? Can she get any sluttier?

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.

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Over the next weeks, Steve got more and more pushy, always grabbing my ass, and squeezing my breast in the kitchen. He frequently kept his door ajar when he jerked off with my panties, and he never bothered to hide his obsession with my dirty panties anymore.

One day, when he was jerking his big cock, with his door ajar, I stopped and looked at him.

“That looks like fun,” I said, licking my lips as I pushed the door open. He didn’t flinch, he bluntly placed my dirty panties under his nose, inhaled, and kept jerking.

“Oh… that’s good,” I encouraged, watching him take long slow strokes all the way from the thick base to the engorged red crown.

“Oh God, Steve… it’s so big”

“You bet it is,” he replied, staring at my pussy.

“Do you want to try it? You know, stroke it for me?”

“I can’t. That would be crossing the line. Watching is one thing, but actually touching… But, I can offer you some encouragement, I mean, you are already smelling me…. Do you like how my pussy smells, Steve?”

“Yes, Miss Irene, I do.”

“How about taking a peak? Or maybe you’d rather smell me than watch me…”

“Fuck, no, Miss Irene, fuck no.”

My hands moved down to the top button of my pants. I undid the button, pulled the zipper down, and let my pants fall to my ankles.

“Good,” I said.

“Then it should help you to finish….” I said as I brought my fingers to the top of my panties and yanked them down, letting them fall to my ankles as well, exposing my trimmed dark patch, along with my bare vagina.

“Like what you see?” I asked proudly.

“Oh, God, Miss Irene, I love it,” he replied gushingly. “You look sexier than anyone I’ve ever seen, online that is.”

I smiled, “Thank you for the nice compliment.”

I pressed my rear end against his dresser, and spread my pussy lips apart for Steve to get a better look. I loved teasing him and having that power over him. And it worked, his eyes were glued to my womanhood and wetness as he stroked himself even harder.

“Miss Irene… Are you sure, you don’t want to try it? You know, stroke it for me?”

I was just about to answer him a yes when he stopped me.

“No one has to know, remember? Isn’t that what you said to me? It’ll be our secret, Miss Irene. Trust me.”

I gave him a pretended skeptical, yet excited look. It was a look that said, ‘Why the heck not?’

“Okay,” I replied softly. “You only live once, right?”

I reached down and took Steve’s throbbing cock in my hand. My heart raced as I crossed ‘that line’ as well, God there were almost no more lines to cross, He’d already fucked my tits, and now I was jerking him off showing him my wet pussy for the very first time. Steve’s heart raced as well. It was the first time in his life that he ever had a hand job, and was almost an INCESTUOUS hand job.

“God that feels good,” he moaned. “Stroke it harder Mom, faster.”

“Mom…. Miss Irene, remember?”

“But, your almost my Mom.”

“Listen, Steve, I am not your Mom, that would be very inappropriate.”

Like jerking off my future husband’s hard cock and showing him my soaked pussy was appropriate???

“Ok, Miss Irene, can I call you Mom in everyday life, and not during the lessons?”

“Sure. Son,” I replied and looked at his large cock-head with all that lovely precum oozing out. God how I wanted to lean forward and suck his cock. NOOOOO. Stop it… Aaron, I really do love you…

“Mmmmmm,” I let out a soft moan again as Steve teased my swollen nipples.

“Pour some of that oil into your hands, Miss Irene,” Steve said as he looked at me with a playful smile of anticipation on his face, and handed me a bottle of baby oil. I grabbed it, popped open the cap, and held the left hand cupped, as I poured a generous amount in my right hand.

I rubbed my hands together until they were thoroughly coated and then grabbed his rigid young teen cock

“Oh fuck, yeah.” It was my turn to moan now as my hot slippery hands enveloped his throbbing erection. I wrapped my hands firmly around his thick hard cock and slid them back and forth. My delicate slick hands easily slid up and down the full length of his surging cock.

“Ohhh, fuuuck, Fuuck, Miss Irene…” Steve moaned as I gripped him tighter and stroked him harder while he was hungrily staring at his cock and then at my naked pussy.

Most of all, I loved having complete and utter sexual control over my soon to be… son.

It didn’t take more than one minute before I recognized the signs, and heard him moan:

“God… I’m going to cum… faster Mo…Miss Irene… harder…”

I did the cruel thing and instead slowed down.

“What are you doing Miss Irene?!” he panted.

“I need to cum sooo bad.”

I smiled and stroked him even slower. “I kind of like torturing you. It’s fun watching you suffer, and you almost called me Mom again, I told you…”

“Please!” he begged.

“I’ll do the dishes for a week! I’ll do your laundry! Just let me cum already! Miss Irene, I’m sorry, I will always call you by your real name; Miss Irene.”

“That’s not a bad deal. I accept.”

My hand went in full motion and I furiously jerked him off. My hands were relentless, but I found that it wasn’t enough. Steve wanted more and I had a strong desire to suck it. So I bent down and took licked the top of his huge glistening cock-head.

“God, the flavor was just as good as I remembered from the time he shot his load in my face, fucking my tits.

My god!’ am I gonna take this even further? God…. I wanted to… believe me…

But before I was forced to make that decision, I heard:

“Oh, God!!!” he yelled.

All of a sudden, he shot his first load on my face, then a second one, and soon, my face was covered in his hot cum, it tasted just as amazing as the last time, and I loved every second of it.

“Feel better now?” I asked rhetorically.

“I feel like a new man,” he panted. “I feel like I’m swimming in the ocean.”

I laughed, eased away from his pulsating cock, and pulled my pants up again.

Before I left, I looked Steve straight in the eyes, gathered some of his cum from my eyelid, and licked my fingers clean, eating his cum. I savored it and rolled it around in my mouth while Steve watched in delight as his sophisticated stepmother ate his cum.

“Yum… You taste good. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to wash up and head to work. Have a great day.”

I left the room with a huge grin on my face.

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One day, it was time. Time for my very first live show online.

Setting up the room wasn’t difficult, all I had to do was give them my real name and link it with my PayPal account. Before I knew it, it was asking me if I was ready to go live… I took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and clicked YES.

My heart started beating like crazy again, and I wondered if this was good for my health. Even though I felt amazing, the horniest I’d felt in a long time. I swallowed so hard I could almost feel my heart sliding back down my throat and into my chest that I instinctually pushed out, straightening my back. It felt like an eternity as the page started to load.

I could see my screen name at the top of the little box where I was about to appear, alongside the built-in chat room. Suddenly becoming very conscience of how I looked, I checked myself out from head to toe.

Bare feet, no socks, I definitely need a pedicure. The tight black yoga pants I had thrown on were wrapped around my ankles, hugging my legs that maybe aren’t as skinny as they used to be but still in good shape I thought.

I slid my hands slowly up the sides of my thighs, digging my nails in lightly, feeling the excitement grow in my body. I let out a light moan as I was still charged up from my earlier orgasm, looking up quickly as I remembered that I had the webcam on.

Sure enough, the red light was on and the room had loaded…

“2 users are currently viewing your room.” It said above the chat section. I clicked to see who they were, one of them was me, and the other had a screen name like “Ilovecunt” or something, I can’t remember now. I do remember giggling though, and blinking before the screen refreshed and now said; “12 users are currently viewing your room.”

I was in complete shock. There were already that many people watching me? I wasn’t even doing anything! Goosebumps took over my arms and I felt a chill run over them. I was nervous as hell. It felt so naughty, but so awesome at the same time. Soon there were all kinds of action in the chat box, people saying hello and how beautiful they thought my body was, and some people talking to each other even.

I had to just sit back and watch for a little while, wondering if I should respond or just keep acting like I hadn’t seen what they were saying.

I had the camera positioned just like the lady I’d watched and cum to earlier, showing the viewers from my neck down to my midsection. I resumed checking myself out, now staring down at my breasts that were jutting out as far as ever. Of course, I had to pick the one white tank top I own, which didn’t leave much to the imagination. I suppose it was making a good first impression on the room, however, everyone was raving about it.

“Awesome rack!”

“Wow, you are stunning baby!”

“Those tits look so fucking hot in that white tank.”

“Mmmmm ya I’m gunna have to pull my cock out staring at those big nipples.”

I choked reading the last one, looking down again and noticing that indeed my nipples were hard, and could clearly see them through the thin cotton material. Subconsciously I swayed gently in my chair, causing my boobs to jiggle freely under my top. I was already feeling so hot and turned on, I had to stop myself from ripping off my clothes and rubbing myself to another incredible orgasm. My mind was again darting around thinking of so many different things, landing on the fact that there were now over 50 people looking at my tits. I decided to squeeze them, hold them up, and push them together lightly causing my cleavage to pop up out of my top even further. The room responded, cheering me on, and it felt incredible!