Dirty Stepmom: Intimate Reads (Spank Bank Reads)

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Too far?" I said, sitting down at her feet. I looked around at where I was. Clothes strewn about the floor, a vibrator by the foot of the chair, the beautiful woman tied up willingly. "You draw the line at this?" I continued pleasuring her, bringing her closer and closer to ecstasy. She moaned and struggled, on the edge. She murmured that she was about to cum. No, but I would like to try it out." She looked at me firmly. "Tie me up. Not too tight. Untie me immediately if I tell you to. And don't do anything... extreme."

At 35, she was 10 years younger than my dad was. Unlike the rest of my family, she was a brunette. She was also incredibly curvy, regularly visiting the gym. I had never really seen her as much of a mother. She was more of an acquaintance who happened to live with me because of family connections.I continued, edging down to her belly and grabbing her. My fingers exploiting every nook and cranny. I sat watching TV for a while. I was down there for at least an hour. Focusing on what I was watching was hard - all I could think about was my step-mom, bound and gagged, struggling against her bonds. I tried to tell myself not to get so excited. She was my step-mom. But at the same time, that fact made it all the more kinky. I nodded. I felt slightly uncomfortable talking about bondage with my step-mom so tried to change the subject. "We should probably sort out dinner." I looked at her up and down. Part of my conscience was urging me to untie her and face the consequences. Hopefully I could convince her not to tell Dad and we would put this all behind us. But the other part... If he is comfortable dressing in a way that makes him feel like he blends in, I think that is great. However, I want him to have the inner confidence to step out of the box if he wants. If he feels like wearing something, even though none of his peers are, I want him to feel like he can.

Then she comes out in just a towel and goes to kitchen. I can see her at sink she reached in cabinet which raised the towel and i could see the bare curve of her lower **. I took off her blindfold and smiled at her. "I just wanted to give you the full experience of feeling vulnerable." Her face fell. "Oh... Adam please..." she began to beg. It wasn't desperate begging. It seemed almost playful, though it was still begging. If you want to be pleasured again, you will have to pay a price," I said as I began to take my clothes off. I walked up to her in my boxers. My bulge pushing out. Open wide," I said. Surprisingly, she obeyed. I shoved them in. Then I used a roll of ductape to gag her. She mumbled through the gag incoherently.

For the next week she wears that outfit when dad is gone it’s driving me crazy. She’s been more bold and flirting more. It was brief as we didn't have much to eat. However, we had both eaten a big lunch. A takeaway might have upset my already tingling stomach. An idea had hatched in my mind. I turned off the TV and sat for a moment, contemplating what I might do next. If I untied her, the fun would be over. I feared she might even punish me for stripping her down so much. I needed to make her enjoy it but also show her who was in control. If tonight went well and she enjoyed it, I might be able to do it more often. She sighed. "A passing interest, yes." She paused. "I've never done anything... exciting. As in, I've never explored myself in that way." Regardless, I told him nobody should be judged based on how they dress — not even your very embarrassing mother. Most people wear what they are comfortable in, what makes them feel good. It doesn’t matter where it came from because this isn’t how we judge others. We focus on how they make us feel, if they are kind, how they treat people. I told him judging people for what they wear is very transparent, and he will be missing out on a lot in life if he is going to focus on making friends because of what they wear, what they have, or what they look like.