by Lisa Reid
“It’s stuck, mom.” He swallowed.
I sneered. “You’re a strong boy, Anthony. Use your strength.”
Anthony nodded at me in the mirror and softly laid his hand on my hip. I shuddered for a moment. Utilizing that for leverage, he pulled up as hard as possible. The zipper moved, however just an inch. Encouraged Anthony braced me by pressing my hip and pulling up significantly harder. He wrongly pulled more towards him than up, be that as it may, and I collapsed tumbling against him. Fortunately, I crashed on his thigh, avoiding his mammoth erection. I stayed there straddling his thigh and knee, my warm groin pushing down against my boy’s strong meat and flesh, snickering. Anthony laid his hands on my hips. His step mother’s delicate body felt awesome in his grasp and against his leg.
“Careful, honey. If you break that your mom will end up paying for that.” I laughed despite the mounting anxiety.
“But mom, I suppose I have already broken it.” He helplessly mumbled.
My ample butts were grinding against his upper thigh, just inches away from his mammoth raging erection. If I had stumbled upon that shaft, well, it would have been an absolute disaster for both of us in the mall. And we tried to restrain our excitements as best as we could. Anthony pushed me up off my thigh, perhaps somewhat excessively hard. I turned to him and sneered. “Hmm, darling thanks for the much-needed help.”
Anthony grinned feebly. The mounting arousal and excitement were becoming too much for him. Perhaps, he must have thought to leave at once before we breached our boundaries and start to regret our closeness. Tragically, his stepmother still had a few pieces of attire left, and his raging erection would make an extremely painful and unpleasant experience while strolling around the mall. Therefore, he was trapped and would simply need to endure it.
Next were a couple of khakis. I had quite recently changed out of that dress and had no other tops to try on, so I was simply shrouded in the bra and pants when I told him to look. He gulped and approved how incredibly ravishing I looked.
“Well.” I examined myself. “I don’t know, but this waist appears to be somewhat tight.” Indeed, the pants were exceedingly tight. They left nothing to the imagination- every last inch of my tempting lower curves was in the exhibition. “What do you think, darling?” I closed in toward my son, took his hand and guided it to my waist. I could sense his uncontrollable passionate excitement and lascivious temptation when I felt his trembling hands and icy fingers; certainly, I deserved an Oscar for my teases. I stood between his legs again. My voluptuous bosoms and smooth hot tummy were just inches from his face. He did as I instructed, slipping his fingers into the waistband of my khakis as I had done to him previously. He did it directly over the zipper, making his fingers reach practically down to my groin. Anthony pulled on his step mother’s pants, pulling me somewhat closer to him all the while. I gazed down at him amorously between my juicy bosoms. “Well?”
Anthony delicately removed his hand from me. “They feel really great to me, mom.”
Satisfied, I stepped back. At that point, without instructing him to close his eyes, I removed the pants. I looked in the mirror as Anthony ardently gazed at me while I stripped down to my bra and panties once again. Evidently, I was more adventurous and bold with him this time while I changed. Proceeding to act like it was no problem I put a hand on his thigh as I inclined forward to take the next piece of garment off the seat. I hardly guessed that I was tempting the devil in him, but seducing his thoughts was so sensuous to me. It was one of the teddies I preferred to wear to bed. Standing straightforwardly before my boy, I arched my back and pushed my chest and groin forward as I dragged the teddy. It was light silver and didn’t cover my panties. In the mirror, I found Anthony gazing lewdly at my naked ass cheeks.
I stood nearer to Anthony as I demonstrated this piece. “Do you like it, hon?” My feminine voice was brimming with passion. Was he going crazy, or was I salaciously making advances on him?! I inclined forward, pushing my bosoms toward him. Each hand was settled down on one of his thighs. I murmured in an imposing voice: “Do I look great to you, baby?”
All of a sudden, a noisy knocked alarmed both of us. “Shit,” I yelled. I headed toward the doorway. I watched in the mirror from the coroner for my eyes as Anthony feasted on the swaying movement of my bubble butts while I made a couple of steps journey. “Yes?” I called. The silence was the answer I got as I placed my ear on the door. I opened the door and watched it out. There was nobody there. It must have been somebody in the next room, slamming something against the wall. My heart pounded like bass drums as my realizations dragged me out of my fantasies, I felt my throat drying up, and I shivered in a peculiar blend of arousal and anxiety. “What if someone had knocked on my door? What if someone had discovered Anthony with me?” Questions started crowding my restless mind as I shut the entryway, waiting there for a couple of seconds, while Anthony tried to make sense of what had practically just happened out of the blue. Perhaps, he must have been tensed up at the sudden loss of our privacies, but, his look remained focused on my attractive ass, which was peeping out underneath the teddy and my soaking underwear.
Then when I turned, I immediately undressed, this time neither asking him to look away or close his eyes. Anthony viewed while I dropped the teddy in the corner and pulled my tight pants back on. I didn’t utter a word until I was completely dressed and back at the changing room’s exit. Without staring at him, I stated, “Wait up here. Mommy will be back soon.” Then I slammed the door as I ventured out.
I was sure Anthony had a decent time to consider what was cooking between us at the mall. Perhaps, he experienced a hard time concentrating with the tremendous erection throbbing between his legs. I was sure he needed his mom so badly at that moment. The taboo of being locked up with his sexy stepmom only intensified his savage hunger and wild desire for him. And perhaps, that was the moment when Anthony chose to go with whatever I would decide to do about it.
When I returned after almost thirty minutes, what I was carrying made Anthony’s jaw drop: an enormous Victoria’s Secret bag. I put it on the seat and stood before my boy, gazing down. “Unzip me please, dear.”
Anthony obediently reached out to unbutton my pants. His fingers brushed against the smooth, sensitive skin of my stomach as he worked the button. When that was done, he delicately pulled the zipper right down. My trimmed pubic hair looked through the opening in my pants and the exceptionally translucent and soft fabric of my panties. Anthony gulped hard and lustfully gazed at me.
“Thank you.” I ventured back and stripped for him. Then when I was just in bra and panties, I rummaged into the bag and pulled out a tangle of items. I delayed to take a gander at Anthony. “Close your eyes, darling!” I gave him a mean look. “I wouldn’t wear them while you stare in that way.”
Story 3: Forbidden Temptress – Part 3
Anthony shut and secured his eyes with his fingers, perhaps, deciding he would not spy on me due to the passionate excitement surging through his veins. A couple of minutes later, I asked him to open his eyes. Anthony opened his eyes and was completely stunned. His stepmom was facing him wearing panther print bra and panties with black lace trim. The two pieces were excessively small for me so I was, in fact, bursting out of them. Truth be told, my bra was not even completely on. It had a clasp in the front between my juicy mummy bosoms, and I was holding the two cups of the bra together, seductively gazing at my stepson with astonishment. I was determined to tease my man, my Anthony until he was begging for it. I wanted him desperately to taste me, to feel me, to make my body shake in waves, to take our ecstatic pleasures to new heights. But most importantly, I desired to be exclusive with the one made for me. I wanted to feel desired, cherished, loved, and the orgasmic delight with him once again.
“Anthony,” I whimpered. “Help me with this clasp? I can’t get it.” I ventured forward and then turned on my feet, setting my ample ass directly before his face. The panties fit cozily against my fleshy abundant ass chee
ks. I cherished making him sweat in raw passion, making him surrender to myself. I felt a sensational tingle in between my legs as my seductive teases made him uncontrollable, his wild thoughts were making me wet. I looked at him in the mirror. “Hon?”
Nervously, Anthony stood up behind me, his throbbing manhood just inches away from my yearning butt.
“We ought to do it before the mirror,” Anthony gasped and swallowed hard.
I nodded and stepped toward the mirror. Anthony had his spot behind me and reached his arms around, inclining forward and his pulsating erection just brushed my fleshy butt cheeks, I shivered with raw passion, I watched Anthony squirm in wild desire. Using the mirror as a guide, he grabbed either side of the cup. I teased him further and shocked him by giving up the cups, forcing him to hold the bra solidly against my voluptuous bosoms so that it wouldn’t move. He could feel my hardened nipples, my racing veins on my neck, my heat as my cheeks and ears reddened with an irresistible passion underneath the panther print fabric. I dropped my arms down slowly so that his arms were now tucked underneath mine.
“Check whether you can get it, hon. I experienced some difficulty.” I teased.
Anthony tugged on my bra, striving to get the two ends to join together between my succulent bosoms. It was hard because the bra was evidently extremely small for me. It was additionally hard for him to perceive what he was doing in the mirror. He would need to look over my shoulder. As Anthony ventured closer to my scantily clad seductive framework, taking incredible consideration, his pulsating erection brushed my fleshy ample butts and I gasped at the invigorating sensation. He laid his head on my shoulder and looked down. He now had a reasonable perspective on the bra clasp, just as every one of my succulent mummy tits. Anthony pulled more enthusiastically on the two cups of the bra, squeezing my voluptuous udders together. I observed discreetly in the mirror. After a couple of futile attempts, he understood he would require a superior grasp on the bra.
Anthony altered his grasp so that now he was cupping and lifting each of my succulent bosoms. I shivered with wild passion and gasped speedily when my juicy mummy tits filled his hands. Corrupted and lust-filled thoughts of our sensational night together rocked my senses. Anthony was now pushing the two cups instead of pulling them. He ground his palms into my succulent udders, feeling my hardened nipples underneath the cozy fabric. He likewise drew closer; I could sense the intense impassioned ardent touch of his throbbing erection on my butt cheeks and his hands on my juicy tits. That made his throbbing cock pulsating delicately against my ample ass cheeks. Then when I felt that, a sizzling tingling effect struck in between my legs; I really appeared to shuffle back so a greater amount of his erection was touching me. Anthony kept on battling with the clasp. On the one hand, he desperately endeavored to accomplish the task I assigned to him; however, on the other, he simply needed to continue grinding his hands against mu succulent mummy bosoms. They felt so fascinating. He ventured somewhat closer. Now the length of his manhood was squeezing against my massive butts.
“Goodness, hon,” I wheezed. “I think I mistakenly picked up the wrong size.”
Anthony leaned marginally forward over my shoulders to see my face. “Just let me give another try, mom.” I nodded. He kept on feeling my chest. He was striving to get the clasp together; however, was concentrating more on just touching me. He saw in the mirror that one of my hands was crawling down my stomach towards my groin and that my eyes were shut. Certainly, all the passionate touching and mauling was too irresistible for me. I was feeling the heat in between my legs. This encouraged him to push his hardened cock against me. I wheezed gently, acknowledging his push by squeezing my enormous bubble butts back against him.
At last, Anthony did the clasp. All of a sudden embarrassed, he stepped back once again from me and returned to his seat. There was a storm raging in me; I was clearly surprised by his move. Had we been in our room in our spacious mansion, he surely would have leaped at me like a hungry predator on prey. The bra was ridiculously tight on me, my nipples poking out noticeably and my magnificent stuffed bosoms were swelling around the cups. “Oh... that’s so kind of you, honey.” Anthony nodded, hesitant to meet my look. “It’s excessively tight on me though...” I rummaged through the bag and thought of something else. “You know the drill, dear,” I said softly.
But this time Anthony didn’t shut his eyes, he just sneered. He looked as I unclasped the bra, dropping it and my ample bosoms were liberated from its confinement. They looked mind-blowing. They were somewhat saggy, yet the burst and ampleness of the chest mound had already captivated his fantasies, and, in one way or another that made them look even more astounding. My nipples were completely erect, centered in flawlessly round saucers. A faint trace of light blue veins crisscrossed down to those nipples, the center of savage delight that Anthony so desperately wanted to suck. My bosoms moved as I lifted my hands to put my thumbs into either side of my panther shaded panties. Gradually, I pushed my panties down, concurrently uncovering my naked ass and, in the mirror, my pussy. Anthony wheezed softly at the awesome picture before him, of his mom’s enormous voluptuous tits, perfectly round ass and trimmed pussy hairs.
I half turned at Anthony’s gasp – I was unsure of the reasons though; either because of his desperate passionate gasp or to reach my garments, and Anthony was unsure as well. And I put on my next dress while he was devouring my naked seduction.
Anthony was completely shocked by what I was currently wearing. While seeing me naked had been enormous arousal, this was far better. On top I wore a purple, pink and black shaded bra that pushed my succulent bosoms up, amplifying their already massive proportions. Underneath that was a purple, pink and black thong, alongside a black garter belt, which was holding up long dark stockings. At long last, on my feet was a pair of dark shaded, high heel shoes with straps. I exhibited the outfit for my stepson, my man. There was only the smallest of triangles concealing my groin, while in the back my entire ample ass cheeks were uncovered by the thong. Anthony fumbled with his words.
“Mom, I... I...wow, you look…mom, and you look fucking red hot!” Anthony swallowed hard.
I chuckled and gave him an enticing look. “Does it turn you on, hon?”
“Oh, obviously it does. A man would either be fucking useless with his dick or better be dead if not turned on by that amazing dress.” He smiled mischievously.
I grinned. “Thank you, dear.” I shifted my weight from leg to leg, driving my naked ass out from side to side, and inclined forward, using my arms to squeeze my succulent bosoms together. To Anthony, I resembled a sex goddess. I came forward, standing right before him. “Feel the texture on the leggings, dear.” Anthony reached out and wrapped his icy cold fingers around the outside of my thigh. I shivered at his wild touch, goosebumps coursed all over my body. He scoured gradually all over.
“It’s extremely soft.” Anthony expressed in complete awe.
I nodded, towering over him. “The bra feels extraordinary, as well.” Anthony cupped the side of one of my juicy mummy tits with his other hand, feeling the smooth material. I gasped desperately.
“And, the panties,” I said. Gazing toward me, Anthony slid the hand on my thigh up between my legs. My heart pounded like bass drums, his touch inflamed the wild lust, the buried desire that I craved so desperately to fulfill with him. Gently, he scoured his thumb against the groin of my thong. He could feel the mound of my cunt underneath. I wheezed softly at his touch, I closed my eyes as fine streams of excitement soaked my panties and streamed down further through my inner thighs. He was a skilled teaser, and I was somewhat unaware of that. Now, the predator became the prey, the prey became the predator and he immediately pulled back his fingers. Had we not been in the mall, I should have grabbed his hand and shoved his fingers right inside my hungry pussy. “Feels incredible,” I murmured.
“Uh, no doubt, they do.” He removed his hands from me. “Um, what else do you have?”
I didn’t reply at first, just
stood there looking down at my boy. After a tad, I stated: “What, this isn’t sexy enough for you?”
Anthony giggled. “No chance, mom. I’m certain you can do better than this.”
I pouted, shifting my weight to the other side. “Oh boy! You’re so mean to your mom.”
“Hello, I simply need you to look as sexy as you can.” Anthony countered.
I moved to the opposite side, still frowning. “Hmph. Well, you hurt my emotions. I won’t show you until you get a hug.”
Anthony stood. He was turning out to be less and less worried about hiding his throbbing erection. He stepped forward, which put one of his legs between mine. Our groins were reunited as Anthony embraced me sensually. He ran his hands up and down my smooth naked back while his pulsating manhood pounded between my legs. He pulled me in and swallowed me with his sturdy arms; I allowed my face to be buried in his brawny chest; he held me to his heart. As for Anthony, I was sure he wanted to climb inside my body, move around in my skin, grasp and kiss my body sending shivers deeper than within the penetrating heat that would melt us from the outside in sensational sensual movements. We gasped altogether, we both pushed closer together. The entire length of our bodies was in touch. Anthony kissed me on the neck; I shivered like a leaf in a wild hailstorm and moistened further in between my legs; he ran his sturdy hands down to my ample butt cheeks, cupping and crushing each butt cheek, using them as leverage to drag my drenched cunt into his aching long hard shaft. We bumped and scoured each other’s hips together; a faint groan escaped my throat. It was driving me insane, I and my stepson embraced sensually in broad daylight in a shopping mall’s changing room, I was desperate to feel the weight and the heat of his naked body against mine pinned down onto the floor, I hungered for his big hands on every inch of my body. On the other hand, I craved to make his whole body tingle with sizzling pleasure; I yearned for the sensational feeling of my naked body on every inch of his naked skin. I moaned again and because of that, Anthony removed his lips from my neck to give me a profound, long, passionate kiss on the mouth.