When Ted moves back home after college, he tries to make sure his stepmother Erin lives a little for a change.
While preparing for a dinner with her identical twin sister, Ted and Erin escalate their flirting farther than they ever have before, with potentially explosive results.
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EXCERPT:
Eventually Erin broke the silence, "Ahem!" Ted stepped back and dropped his arms, momentarily embarrassed. Erin turned around to face him and leaned back against the counter. She quickly smiled and said, "How about you set the table, hunk?" Ted smiled and knew he hadn't crossed the line yet. She watched him move to the cupboard and start getting the table settings out. She stopped him when he took out the normal ones; her sister didn't come over all the time, so this was a special occasion and she wanted to make her feel welcome. Once he had the right settings, she turned back to her salad, but found her gaze wandering back to her stepson's muscular body and her mind wandering, leaving the salad woefully unmixed. As he set the table, they talked about normal stuff, but it kept up a flirty tone. Ted had the opportunity to check her out more, see how she played with her hair, how their conversation flowed so easily and without any barriers or pretense, and how she bit her lip when she looked at him. These were all things he'd noticed before about her, but in the new light of their more flirty tone, all of these things had their volume turned up. All of a sudden, due to the openness he perceived, all of the normal quirks about his stepmother took on a wholly new and sexy flavor to him, and he wanted more.
When he was done, Ted moved back behind his mother and massaged her again, this time kissing her neck in the process. Erin had to keep herself from moaning at the touch of his lips on the back of her neck. This was wrong, she thought, so wrong, but she didn't want it to stop. Ted took this as a sign to keep escalating and soon he had his hands wrapped around her, crossed over her, one hand cupping each of her generous breasts. Rather than pushing him away like she knew she should, Erin found herself both grinding her ass against the hard-on she could feel through his thin pants and leaning her upper body forward so he could feel up her tits more. She knew they'd crossed the line by now, and neither of them had any illusions about what was happening. Clearly, both of them wanted to release the tension they'd been building between them for the last couple months, and maybe years before that. They were both all in.
"Ooooh, baby, that feels so good," Erin gasped, needing more of this particular kind of attention, "Don't stop." Ted let one of her tits go and started unbuttoning her blouse from the front. Once it was unbuttoned, he pulled it back and Erin submissively let her arms move back till it came all the way off. Still facing away from him, she leaned forward and breathed heavily as his arms snaked back around her and cupped her breasts, still covered by her lace bra. A month ago she'd thrown out her old boring bras and underwear and had gone shopping for all new things, hoping Ted would notice. Ted went back to work massaging her breasts while kissing her neck from behind. Slipping his hands inside the cups of her bra from above, he pinched and rolled her hardening nipples till Erin gasped in pleasure. She had always had sensitive nipples and it had been so long since anyone but her had played with them. She arched her back and thrust out her chest in response, trying to get more of her breasts into his fingers, longing for his touch.
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WARNING: This 4000+ word erotic short story contains graphic sex between stepmother and stepson in a kitchen.
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