There she was, my Mother, splayed out and arching her back over the computer chair. The buttons of her tight office work shirt were undone, leaving her flat, toned, stomach and perky round D-cup bra visible. But the most shocking thing was the fact that she had one hand down lower and was ploughing herself relentlessly in her dripping Gash with a gigantic black dildo.
I had noticed my stepmom’s ass and boobs before, but I never had actually thought sexually of it. But seeing her in her underwear, I was mesmerized by her features. Her ass was fat as hell, and her boobs were big but tight and firm. She also wore glasses, and was a brunette.
Anxiously, I hadn’t heard from Mike while I was back at home, and the time was approaching late afternoon. I felt really anxious at the possibility of him knowing I fucked his mother. But that anxiety was outweighed by the thought of Liz and that incredible workout we had last night. The fact that Liz was 24 years older than me turned me on even more. I just couldn’t stop thinking about her.
It slapped me out of my fantasy world and brought me crashing to reality like a plane nose diving into the ocean. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, I looked over to see Liz with a big toothy grin on her face. She was wearing what she had on all day: Leggings, polo shirt and jumper. Except, minus her panties. You know, the ones that were covering the bottom half of my face. For a few seconds I was frozen, then it suddenly dawned on me. Liz set the whole thing up, it all made sense. Mike was correct, she did confess her feelings about me to him because she did want me to know about it. The porno, she left it there intentionally knowing damn well that the words ‘do not touch’ will encourage me to watch it. She wanted me to know that she was into it and hoped watching it would get me feeling horny. The panties, it was me she bought them for. She left them on the washing basket like bait hoping I would bite, knowing I will be using the bathroom in the night. She intentionally broke the lock on the bathroom door so she could catch me in the act if I decided to wank with her panties in the bathroom. Liz had been to the bathroom to see if I took the bait. She saw her panties were missing from the washing basket. Thus, she’s here now. Her elaborate trap worked, I was so fucking hot for Liz, I wanted nothing more than to engage in an intense fuck session with her.
“OK, but (long pause) a….a… maybe….I was just doing a favor for someone who likes you?”
“and who is this person James?”
“Oh Miss Mills, he’s very shy, and I wouldn’t want to say.”
“Is he tall?” (like me)
“Oh no, a little short guy”
“Does he have sandy blond hair?” (like mine)
“Oh no, he’s bald”
With that she grinned and leaned over to me, and whispered.
( your such a fucking liar!). Her cleavage was now looming in my
