Stepmom Seduction: Part I You come home from college for Tha..

Stepmom Seduction: Part I
You come home from college for Thanksgiving break a few days early and your dad won't be home until tomorrow. You're chatting with your dad's wife on the sofa, and she's telling you how busy she's been, and how she isn't getting taken care of much these days.

She slips off her Marabou feather mules and slides one stocking clad foot up your leg and rests it in your lap.
"Would you mind rubbing my feet for a little bit? Please?
You can't deny her, and start rubbing her feet through her black thigh highs. The soft, smooth texture of her nylons makes your cock twitch and your face goes beat red as you silently pray that she didn't notice, but she did and she smiles.
She says "Don't be embarrassed; I take it as a compliment." Which is good because the more you rub her feet, the more aroused you become, and before long you have a full-blown hard-on. You wonder if she knows that you've been fantasizing about her feet since the day she married your dad, when she kicked off her peep toe pumps at the reception and put her feet up on a chair as she reveled in a glass of champagne. The way she slips out her heels after a long day at the office and sit on the couch, wiggling her toes as she settles in with a book…
And now one of the feet you’ve been daydreaming of is in your hands while the other rests in your lap. Can she feel the way your cock is struggling to escape your jeans? You can feel just a hint of pressure from her foot against your package, so it would stand to reason that she can feel the throbbing in your pants.
“Mmmm it feels so nice to have my feet rubbed.” She closes her eyes and tips her head back, causing her red curls to spill across the throw pillow she’s leaning against. She nestles down into her corner of the couch with a relaxed sigh and the shift in her posture causes the foot in your hands to come a bit closer to your face and the foot in your lap to press more firmly against your boner. Now you are certain that she can feel the way your cock is responding to her, and the mischievous grin that plays across her face confirms this. Emboldened, you close the distance between your face and the foot you are rubbing, and place a gentle kiss on her second toe, watching her expression like a hawk. Her back arches ever so slightly, and a nearly imperceptible moan escapes her lips. The last of your doubts evaporates upon seeing this, so you kiss it again, this time taking the tip of her toe into your mouth, and grazing it with your tongue. Any sense of propriety you may have had left vanishes the second you taste her, and the intoxication of seeing, smelling and feeling her overtakes you. You moan with pleasure as it registers that her other foot is now stroking your cock from outside of your jeans, and you take as many of her toes as you can into your mouth and suck them in rhythm with her strokes. You realize that you have yet to taste her other foot and clumsily let go of the current foot in your haste to indulge in the foot that has been teasing your cock. She chuckles as you pull the unsampled foot up to your mouth and greedily suckle her toes, your tongue exploring their soft round tips with vigor for several minutes, the pressure of her other foot on your cock coaxing your desperation to a new level of intensity. You become aware of a powerful urge to feel the bare skin of her soles on your shaft and head, but would that be taking it too far? It doesn’t take long for you to decide that you don’t care if she doesn’t. Your eyes find hers and you feel almost sure they are telling you that she wants more too, but you want to be positive that she wants what you want.

“Can I take off my pants?”
She smiles, lust written all over her face.
“Yes. I insist that you do.”
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To be Continued