Where would you go with it?

[satin_mistress]

im your hot gold dging step mom, ass length platinum blond hair blue eyes 36d hourglass figure bubble ass 5'8" you see me in a red satin dress that clings like latex and barely covers my tits and ass with black patnent leather 5" stilletoes and elbow length black satin gloves,

 

[LindsayRae]

Are you asking for ideas for a story or are you trying to role play?

 

[satin_mistress]

Are you asking for ideas for a story or are you trying to role play?

story ideas, although i will take roleplay partners but thats not the goal of this post message me if you want that, this is for story ideas

 

[DefiantOne]

Where would I go with it?

Mom ~severely~ full-term pregnant with twins/triplets and having some explaining to do about her extra-curriculars...even though her hubby's just as big a perv as she is, too. He'd only be upset that she hadn't let him videotape their son knocking her up for one of those ********** sites, and their online swinger ads, to get a "before & after".

 

[bigkahuna9]

im your hot gold dging step mom, ass length platinum blond hair blue eyes 36d hourglass figure bubble ass 5'8" you see me in a red satin dress that clings like latex and barely covers my tits and ass with black patnent leather 5" stilletoes and elbow length black satin gloves,

Any where you fucking want lol

 

[mythtrav16]

What about these?

im your hot gold dging step mom, ass length platinum blond hair blue eyes 36d hourglass figure bubble ass 5'8" you see me in a red satin dress that clings like latex and barely covers my tits and ass with black patnent leather 5" stilletoes and elbow length black satin gloves,

I'm 18, highschool senior and I've been having more and more engrossing fantasies about you ever since I saw you in that dress:

Scenario 1. Dad comes home late from time to time. It's not unheard of for him to come home after you've already gone to bed. My obsession has become so consuming, I can't stand to simply admire you from afar for one night longer. Luckilly, Dad is wining and dining some prospective business partners from out of town tonight at a restaurant I know well. It's a dreary business meeting, so you aren't accompanying him.

I sneak out, drive to the restaurant, and find Dad's BMW in the parking lot. I pop the hood and make a few select "adjustments" to the engine. He was going to be out late anyway, but the sabotage buys me at least another hour, just to be safe.

I discreetly return home to you, as if I never left. I wait for you to go to bed. I wait another twenty minutes or so, for you to be well and truly asleep. In the meantime, I dress myself in one of Dad's suits that I snuck out of your wardrobe earlier. I slip silently out the front door, but make no effort to be discreet when I reopen it a second later to come back in. Suppressing the intense rush of adrenaline in my blood at the thought of what is to come, I stomp languidly up to your bedroom like a middle-aged businessman who's had a long day.

I open your door, dearly hoping that the hall lights behind me will make my silhouette indistinguishable from my father's, perchance you see me. To my relief, your facing the opposite direction and you don't stir. I can't help but notice the dainty shoulder strap of a purple satin chemise, running across your flawless creamy skin. I close the door behind me, gently, so as not to wake you when you might still be able to recognize me.

I plop down on the corner of the bed with an exhasperated sigh. It takes every ounce of my self control to undress slowly, to make it all seem genuine. I remove every last stitch - underwear and all. Then I climb under the covers and spoon with you. I can tell from the noises you make that I've probably woken you up, but you don't seem to suspect anything. I press my crotch into your yielding ass and instantly start growing erect at a staggering rate. I bury my nose deep into your beautiful hair as I embrace you. I briefly caress your belly through the chemise, before moving north to fondle those amazing puppies of yours that've teased me for so long.

By now, my rock-hard erection is firmly pressing up into one of your cheeks, straining to rise to its natural position. You can't possibly comprehend what sweet torture every subtle shifting of your hips is to me. I abandon your tits and lift the bottom of the chemise, making it easier to reach your privates. I'm glad to find that you aren't wearing panties. At the same time, I only now realize that I've been subconsciously laying wet kisses upon the nape of your neck and shoulder. I brush my fingers over your labia. Tentatively, at first. But with convincing confidence on the second pass. I rub your clit firmly in a circular motion, pausing at intervals to run my fingers up and down the length of your nether lips. After a while, that's all I'm doing, stroking your pussy back and forth, pressing my fingers in a little deeper with every pass. You're so incredibly moist. So incredibly hot.

You startle me when you suddenly roll over, pouncing on me like a tiger (or perhaps a cougar, to be more accurate ). The adrenaline rush only serves to make me more vigorous in the next few minutes. You wrap your arms around me and kiss me with lust that puts my wet dreams to shame. You are very swift and skillful in guiding my raging boner into your opening. Our hips begin to work each other furiously.

We roll all around, out of control. You keep our lips pressed together almost constantly, in a series of long, passionate kisses. I barely even get a chance to applaud your sexual perfection with a few muffled murmurs. We cling to tightly to each other as our excites loins thrust and gyrate. Harder and harder, faster and faster. You wrap your legs around my hips and hold squeeze me tight against your body, like your womanly depths are desperate for the filling of my maleness. It's a wonderful gesture. I squeeze your sexy thighs.

Your snatch clenches on me, beginning a long, mindless moan from you. I can't hold out much longer. All of my youthful energy explodes into you in hot, thick surges. We maintain our embrace as we whimper and quivver through the initial afterglow.

"Mmm, that was wonderful, darling," you tell me in the most sensual voice, punctuating it with a fleeting kiss on my lips. "But you'd better leave now. Your father could come back at any minute."


Scenario 2. I saw you in that scandalous red number as you were leaving for yet another well-to-do party one night. Shameless gold digger that you are, you love using Dad to get you through the doors of some of the swankiest functions in the city.

By the time the next party came around, I was obsessed with that perfect figure of yours. So much so that I climbed out onto the tree branch outside your window, to watch you getting dressed. I felt safe because it was dark - I knew you wouldn't be able to see me. It turns out, you like to model before you go out, don't you? Trying on five or six expensive dresses in a row before settling on your final choice. I'd never complain. I loved watching you in your underwear. Or sashaying seductively around in a tight dress that flattered you perfect curves. Only to peel it off to begin the cycle all over again.

I'd never before seen those puppies looking perkier than when they were wearing nothing but a bra. I had a painful hard-on the entire time. As soon as you and Dad had left, I raced it to the bathroom for some manual relief.

I watched you again the next time you were getting ready for an extravagant night out. Only this time, I couldn't wait for you to leave and started playing with myself right there in the tree! I brought myself to a highly enjoyable orgasm watching you pace around in your white bra and panties.

Party after party, I watched you. Some blessed nights you went braless, and I got to jerk off staring at those absolutely perfect breasts of yours. I became addicted to your image, your shape, the way you walked, the way you posed...

My obsession got so bad that I used to count the hours until your next black-tie engagement. The waiting between "fixes" was starting to drive me mad. So one night, I took my camcorder out on to the tree with me and filmed your little routine. I filmed them all. But that first taping was one of my favorites - you were braless for most of it and you really took your time deciding on that sleek red gown.

Every night, I went to bed masturbating to my peekaboo videos of you. On party nights I'd blow my load just before falling asleep, while screening that night's work.

I couldn't have been more surprised than when I set up the camcorder tonight to watch one of my most recent recordings. After a few seconds of the proper video, the scene cut to something completely different. It was still your bedroom, but it wasn't an unsteady shot taken from outside the window; it was a still frame taken from inside the room! I watch the unremarkable footage of your bed in bewilderment for a few seconds before you saunter in to the frame wearing yet another stylish red evening gown. It must be a recent purchase - I've never seen it before, and I've been watching you try on every piece in your wardrobe.

You gaze right down the barrel of the camera. My stomach sinks as I realize what this means: You know I've been watching you - filming you from outside your window. You've taken one of my treasured tapes and taped over it as an ultimatum. My shame turns to confusion as you begin to caress your body and sway your hips to some unheard rhythm. Within moments you are dancing before me, undulating those gorgeous curves of yours in the sexiest manner imaginable. You stare at me with come-hither eyes the entire time, teasing me just as much with them as you do with the rest of your body.

Little by little, you tug away at the straps of the dress, leading to an unzipping that is slow enough for me to savor. You peel the dress away and let it fall to the floor. Now, you are in nothing but your black lacy bra and panties. While still writhing your hips rhythmically, you cup and squeeze those luscious breasts. You press them together and lean forward to show me maximum cleavage. And you pout just like the wretched tease you are. I feel my cock beginning to grow. You turn around and fondle your sexy ass in a similar manner.

You climb up on the bed, then clamber back down towards the camera slowly, gazing at me like a cat stalking its prey. You kneel on the matress and make a tease of removing that bra, flinging it well out of frame at the end.

You give me the best show I could ever want of your breasts. You stroll up to the camera so that your upper body occupies most of the frame. I watch as that amazing bust heaves and sways in time to your little dance. You play with them, but also give me plenty of opporunity to see them resting naturally, in full close up.

Several heavenly minutes later, you back away, and begin to delight me with your lower wonders. you turn your back and teasingly shift the waistband of your panties up and down, culminating in a full display of your naked ass that lasts a few seconds. I can't help but masturbate as I watch.

You turn to face me and offer a similar tease of your sex. You show me fleeting glimpses of your entire mons, but I never get to see your pussy. Still wearing your panties, you climb back on to the bad and lay back with your legs spread for the camera. I watch as you rub yourself around and around, up and down, through the panties. You fondle one of your heaving tits as your masturbation grows more and more intense. Towards the end, I can see you actually pushing the fabric into your hollow as your hand firmly caress and probes the labia. I can tell by your erratic breathing and urgent moans that you are very close to cumming. I hold off so that we can cum together. Just before it happens, the screen cuts to black. I stop jerking off immediately.

"What the hell?" I complain aloud. I watch the blank screen in livid frustration for a few seconds before a fuzzy image quickly comes in to focus after the lens cap is removed from the camera. The shot is of the hallway right outside my room. I watch in confusion as the anonymous cameraperson opens my bedroom door and proceeds over to my chest of drawers. They open my sock drawer as far as it will go. Then their free hand comes into frame and I see it placing a scrunched-up black rag into the drawer - right at the back, where I never normally reach. The tape shows them closing the drawer once more, then cut to black once again. This time, for good. I'm curious, but with a raging erection aching for realease, I seriously considder rewinding the tape and finishing off to the vision of your tease. For some silly reason, my curiousity wins out.

I climb off the bed with a throbbing bulge in my undies, and lumber over to the drawers. I open my sock drawer and find the black rag right where it was left. The fabric is far more delicate than the boy's socks all around it. I unravel the item to discover that it is a set of panties. Your panties. The same ones you were wearing in the video. The excitement in my manhood is more pronounced than ever. I bring them up to my face, wanting to lose myself in thoughts of you. They are saturated in the aroma of your arousal - you never washed them after making the tape. My head is swimming in that intoxicating scent. I flood my pants with sperm...



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