The StepMother - Part 2
Brad knew she was toying with him, and it was a game he thoroughly enjoyed.
He wondered how long the fantasy would be enough to satisfy him.
Would she ever invite him into her world of sexual expertise?
Did she daydream of him pounding into her while digging his fingers into her hips?
Was this just a game to her or was it the prelude to what would undoubtedly be the most erotic and satisfying sexual experience of his life?
His mind snapped back to reality as he walked down the hall to his suite.
He could hear a sultry and seductive tune playing softly and it didn't take long to realize it was coming from Mother’s suite.
The door was slightly ajar, and he cautiously approached, peeking in through the crack.
The positioning of one of her mirrors provided a glimpse into her bathroom.
That door was open as well but he couldn’t see her.
He turned to walk away before someone saw him but as he did she stepped into view.
He felt his heart begin to pound as he watched, the rest of the world shut out and any thoughts of leaving tossed aside.
He watched as she adjusted the camera mounted on a tripod in front of her.
Seemingly satisfied with the view it provided, she stepped into the shower.
Seeing her clad in a small piece of material was maddening.
He willed her to take it off, but instead she began to move in an exquisite dance of seduction.
Her breasts were straining against the flimsy garment, and with each movement he saw more of her soft, lightly tanned skin.
Her legs were amazing and any man would love to have them wrapped tightly around him as she pulled him deeper inside.
He felt his cock beginning to throb beneath his trousers as she picked up the first bottle of water.
She poured it slowly over her breasts, her nipples immediately hardening.
He hoped and prayed no one else would come up the hall, because tearing himself away from the show she was providing was simply not an option for him.
He licked his lips, a sign of the all consuming hunger he had for her.
She looked towards the mirror, and it was as though she was looking at him.
Could she see him, like a naughty teenage boy, peering in through the crack as he stroked himself?
Could she see the wet spot starting to form on his pants as the precum began?
He imagined she would delight in the sweet mess that he was making as he watched.
It was as though he and his StepMother were the only people in the world, and he knew, as she touched herself, cupping her breasts and bringing them up to her mouth, that this lover’s dance was intended for him.
Slowly, deliberately, she began to lower the straps of her now dripping wet shirt……….