My stepmom was always strict and controlling, especially when it came to me and my friends. We knew better than to cross her or disobey her rules, because she had a way of making us regret it. She had this mysterious, seductive quality about her that made us all want her, even though we were terrified of what would happen if we did.
One day, I found myself alone with her in the house while my dad was away on a business trip. I couldn't believe my luck when she invited me to sit next to her on the couch and watch TV with her. She had always been so cold and distant, but now she seemed warmer and more inviting than ever before.
As we watched the news together, she started to touch me gently on the arm or leg, and I could feel my heart racing with excitement and fear. I tried to ignore it, but it was getting harder and harder. She leaned in close to whisper in my ear, "You know, you're not such a bad boy. You've always been a good student and a helpful son."
Her breath was warm and sweet on my neck, and I could feel her hand sliding under my shirt. My body responded instantly, and I felt myself getting harder and harder as she stroked me through my pants. She whispered again, "You're so innocent and pure. But you know what they say about step-moms and their stepsons, right?"
I shook my head, too scared to admit the truth. I wanted her to stop, but at the same time, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with her. She sighed and said, "Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore. Because I've already taken care of everything."
She stood up and walked towards me, pulling my pants down as she went. I couldn't believe what was happening, but I couldn't look away either. She reached down and touched me with her tongue, making me groan loudly. She looked up at me with a wicked smile and said, "You're mine now, and no one will ever be able to separate us."
She continued to pleasure me until I climaxed, then she got on top of me and rode me like a cowgirl. Her body was hot and wet, and I felt her tighten around me as we both reached our peak together. She collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, and kissed my forehead. "You're my special boy," she said softly.
As we lay there in each other's arms, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of guilt and gratitude for what she had done. She had taken something that was taboo and made it into something beautiful and intimate. She had shown me a side of her that I never knew existed, and I would always be grateful to her for it.
But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a little scared of what might happen next. What if someone found out? What if my dad came home and saw us? What if this was all a dream and I would wake up to reality soon? These thoughts raced through my head as we snuggled together on the couch, both of us knowing that whatever happened next, we would always have each other.