Teasing and Naughty Stepmom Pt. 05

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 the third part, FUCKMEHARD39 did her first webcam show, the teaching of her young stepson continued, and got more and more adventurous, like giving him a blowjob and having him shave her pussy.

And in the fourth part, Steve passed the test and officially became a Mother-Fucker and a MILF-fucker.

In this final part – Irene had agreed to go on a date with young Steve in another city. Maybe the final exam was divided into two parts. Maybe this was the second part that Irene had planned all along, he still hadn’t fucked her everywhere…

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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When I got home I found the house empty. On the kitchen island was a note from Steve. It read, “Went to get something special for tonight. I’ll be home shortly. I can’t wait to see what you bought. Love Steve.”

It’s a good thing Aaron was working all day and was going to a friend’s 50’s birthday thing tonight.

I called him and told him that I might go to Mom’s house later, and I didn’t know if I would come home tonight.

My heart tingled with a warmth that made me feel special. It was 4:30 so I went to take a shower and get ready for tonight’s date.

I glanced at myself in the mirror and in all honesty, I was still a very attractive woman. My new breasts were firm and full. I ran a hand over my stomach, it was nice and quite fit for a 43-year-old lad… MILF. Turning around I looked over my shoulder and my ass was tight. I worked hard to keep my body looking good and it showed.

I slipped into the red heels that I just purchased and admired my well-toned tan legs. The heels definitely made my legs look longer than they were. I felt so sexy as I looked at myself naked except for my sexy red heels. I thought about how wickedly slutty I’ve become to my son’s cock.

After all these years of living a prim and proper life… Look at me now… an obsession with my “son’s” magnificent cock, masturbating and showing my pussy live online… What had become of me? It all started in my Mom’s house. I laughed at the irony, I told Aaron I’d stay there tonight…. Where it all started.

My world had turned upside down and quite frankly, I loved every bit of it, the real Irene has finally entered the building.

I pulled my hair up and used a jaw clip, thus exposing my neck and shoulders.

I picked one of the dresses I bought, a short red dress with shoulder straps and a full front zipper. As I slid my arms inside the dress my black lacy thong-covered pussy moistened. The dress stopped mid-thigh which for me was very risqué. I zipped it up and looked into the mirror at my amazing transformation.

I looked and felt great.

“I think Steve is going to be pleased,” I thought to myself, as I walked into the family room and saw Steve dressed in pair of ironed khaki pants with a white short sleeve button-up dress shirt that seemed to be painted onto his body.

He saw me and his mouth gaped open. As he approached me, I could feel my legs quiver thinking that he was going to take me right there on the spot. Instead, he gently rubbed my back and told me, “Mom you look so hot. Who knew you were such a sexy slut. My slut.”

My body trembled as he leaned in and gently kissed me before pulling me into his strong arms. I moaned as my pussy quickly dampened my thong. His lips found my neck then my shoulders sending little shivers of excitement through my body. He pulled off me and said;

“Mom you look beautiful. I love that you have your hair up giving me easy access to all of the soft erogenous areas in your neck and shoulders.”

I couldn’t help myself as I attacked his mouth with mine. I loved when he called me “Mom”.

I lost myself in the passionate fire that raged inside me. I made love to his tongue as my hands fondly caressed his face. I felt his fingers pulling my zipper down, my nipples hardened at the naughtiness of his touch.

I finally broke our kiss and whimpered;

“We need to stop or we will never go on our date.”

He smiled, yanked my zipper down to my waist, and said;

“I’m going to have a hard time resisting the allure of this zipper. This dress is so sexy. I love it.”

I smiled and pushed away as I brought my zipper back up to the top and said;

“Let’s go. You drive as I already had some wine. By the way, you said you got me something for tonight?”

He grabbed my hand and led me into the car;

“What I got for you is for later tonight.”

I squeezed his hand and said; “Oh that sounds intriguing and naughty.”

As we walked to the car I felt like a teenager again, all giggly and eager. My new look had changed things and I felt alive, vibrant. HORNY….

Once in the car, I made sure to leave my legs part long enough for Steve’s eyes to devour them. Seeing the intensity of his stare sent tremors through my body, God, what is wrong with me…

We made eye contact and he said, “Nice legs. Beautiful!” I smiled as little tremors continued to explode inside me. My “son” continues to make me feel so desirable. It’s like an illicit elixir that warms my soul as its addictive effect takes hold.

We arrived at Claudio’s and were seated (next to each other) in a booth that was, fortunately, a bit to the side of the room, which made me feel much better as we weren’t in the middle of the restaurant.

I ordered another glass of wine and quickly started to feel the effects. I enjoyed our conversation, the way he looked at me, and the relaxing effects of the wine, our legs touching. The waiter came over and we ordered our dinner.

Dinner was excellent as was the company. He kept running his hands up and down my leg leaving me feeling tingly all over. Before I knew what I was doing I opened my legs to allow, and he slid in his fingers next to the tiny thong, to my already very wet pussy.

Slowly his finger slid inside me as I sat glassy-eyed in our booth. Steve lowered his mouth onto mine with a long-smoldering kiss.

I thought, “What am I doing making out with my stepson in one of Naples’s most exclusive restaurants.”

He brought his finger up to my mouth so that I could taste my pussy and I greedily sucked all my juices off his finger.

I was on fire. Literally drunk with an unbridled lust for Steve. My body ached for his touch, my hand searched for his crotch under the table and moaned into his mouth, knowing that we were probably being watched. I didn’t care. It was turning me on. I grabbed his crotch and said;

“Let’s go, lover. I need this beast inside me.”

He took my hand off his cock and said, “The night is young Mom, we still have so many things to explore. Let’s walk down to the pier. We need to make our first date last longer.”

I protested, “Oh baby I need to feel you inside me. You have me so worked up. Let’s go to a hotel, I told your Dad that I might not come home tonight, and I have no intention of doing that either, let’s go, I’m so fucking horny.”

“Mom, it’s only 8…. If you want to we could fuck here, in the bathroom.”

Ahhh, fuck that’s it, I am officially a slut. To be fucked by my “son” in a public toilet…

Is there anything dirtier? Fuck….. Yes, let’s go.

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Once we got into the handicapped toilet, Steve pushed me against the wall between the hand basin and the toilet. He placed his hands on my hips and we kissed. He maneuvered his right leg between mine, pressing his thigh firmly between my legs as our tongues fought for territory inside our locked mouths. Our hands roamed urgently over each other’s bodies, groping and caressing each other in a frenzy. Without a word, Steve dropped to his knees in front of me and pulled up my dress to expose my black lacy underwear. His mouth locked over my panty-covered mound, enthusiastically eating and sucking at me. I let out a deep throaty moan as I grabbed two fist fulls of his hair and pulled it hard against my pussy, grinding it against his mouth.

Steve lifted my left leg onto the edge of the wash basin and pulled my panties to one side revealing my swollen shaved pussy lips to him. With my legs now spread, Steve had full access to my hot slit and he lapped and savored the intoxicating taste.

I was wet, so wet my sweet juice was spread all over his nose and chin. His tongue found my engorged clit which he pursed his lips against and sucked hard. I groaned and pulled his face against me once more as my hips started to buck against him.

As I built a steady rhythm, I knew that I wasn’t gonna last long, and with an explosion of lust and a stifled scream, I came hard against his face, my legs quivering as my body shook uncontrollably.

That was by far the fasted orgasm I’d ever had, He didn’t even eat my pussy for one minute.

Before getting to his feet he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my soaked panties and slid them down my long legs. He stood up and we faced each other once again. I used my soft tongue to trace a path along his lips and jawline, licking the juices of my own pussy from his face. Steve put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around to face away from him. I grounded my sexy ass back against his bulging cock which was still a prisoner inside his pants. Steve caressed my large breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples through the fabric of my dress. He motioned to me to bend forward at the waist and lean forward against the wall. He undid his trousers and his hard cock sprang free. Without hesitation, he positioned the swollen head between my waiting pussy lips and slid it in as far as his length would allow. He placed his hands on my shoulders and began to thrust in and out of me with the urgency that the situation demanded.