Teasing my Step Son (Taboo Pseudo Incest Erotica)
Lynne has decided upon a new challenge in life - to tease and flirt with her step son, Kyle. Determined to get a rise out of him, she sets out on a mission to get a reaction from him, but what happens when the one she gets is far more than she'd ever bargained for? More
Lynne has decided upon a new challenge in life - to tease and flirt with her step son, Kyle. Determined to get a rise out of him, she sets out on a mission to get a reaction from him, but what happens when the one she gets is far more than she'd ever bargained for?
This story is intended for mature audiences only, and features scenes of taboo sex between a step mother and step son, female masturbation, sexy teasing and flirting, and is 4400+ words in length.
I bit my lip as I slid from my desk and padded barefoot into the utility room. I quickly slid to the side and pulled open my robe, shrugging out of my shirt and bra, tossing them up on the shelf above the washer. I cupped my breasts, pushing them up, and shifted my robe back to be ever so perfectly open. I gathered up the clothes from the dryer, making sure to grab a shirt in my fingers, took a deep breath, and turned back to the house proper. I could feel the air swirling on my naked chest, barely visible inside my robe, my excitement and anticipation already making my nipples hard.
I wandered past Kyle’s desk, and let the shirt drop from my hand. It toppled free, and I hastily bent to pick it up.
“Oh, jeeze,” I said, my voice quivering with nervous energy. I felt like my skin might just fly apart, tingling so much as it was. I couldn’t believe I was going to do this, put myself on display for Kyle like this. It was exciting and motifying all at once. “Trying to grab too much I guess.”
My eyes flicked up as I bent low, and I could just make out Kyle’s eyes flick over to me, following me as I snatched up the dropped clothing. I could see them widen slightly as they saw past my robe, at my wonderful breasts just barely contained within the robe. I fumbled about for the shirt, giving him a few seconds to glance about, then snapped straight and gave him a smile I hoped gave nothing away. I saw him swallow and hastily glance away, but he said nothing. Good, I thought. If he’d have said anything to me, everything would have been over right then and there. But the game can continue now. I felt my lips quiver into a small smile.