A Stepmom's Carnival Lust
A voyeuristic maid fans the flames of forbidden yearnings between stepmother and stepson in the hopes of captivating her own object of desire. What ensues is an erotic series of twists, turns and miscommunications which brings the taboo lust to a boiling point - and its ultimate steamy conclusion.
WARNING: This 13,000 word story contains explicit descriptions of forbidden sex. Adults only! More
“Hey, Ma.” greeted Kevin as Sherry returned from her run dragging in the scent of fresh air, mild perfume and perspiration.
Sherry walked past him but not without tussling his thick hair first. “Look at those muscles. Did you work out this morning?”
Kevin tried to conceal his proud smile. “I just did some core and shoulders.”
“Well its working, hon. If I was single, boy, I’d be all over that,” she winked while she took a swig from her water bottle. He watched her wipe her lips with the back of her hand and she caught his eye and grinned. “Can you get the garbage before you head out, babe?”
“Um, yeah. Sure.”
Sherry knew as she turned her back that he was watching her tight glutes flex in her spandex shorts. She smiled to herself, happy that his first year away at college hadn't killed the little crush he had on her since the age of ten. It could only mean one thing, she thought - at thirty five she could still compete with girls ten years her younger. She stopped and stretched her arm in the doorway, turning to him as she grabbed her elbow above her head and arched her back. “Don't you have any plans for the day, hon?” Her nipples were naturally hard from the runner's high she usually experienced after a long morning run, and she watched Kevin fight his eyes as she pushed them through her running bra.
“Just work,” he replied, trying to stave the rush of blood from engorging him and giving him away. “I’m working the afternoon shift, remember?”
Sherry grabbed her ankle next and raised it to her buttock as she balanced herself in the door frame.
“Oh yeah. We’re gonna meet you and watch your magic show. I can’t wait to see the master magician at work.”
“Well, it’s pretty cheesy, but fun nevertheless. It’ll be just like old times when you used to take me to the carnival, but this time I’m in it.” Kevin gave her a big boyish grin.
“I know. I can’t believe it.” Sherry said. “And hey, if you’re not going in until later, I was wondering if you could grab me a few things before you head out. We need garbage bags and some cleaning stuff for Ness. I made a list. Do you mind, hon?”
“No problem. I’ll get them this morning. I’m heading in early to help my buddy Dan set a new ride. I’ll get the things on my way in to work.”
“Thanks, Kev. And where's your dad?”
“I think he's getting ready for a morning shift at the hospital.”
Sherry pouted. “And you’re leaving early. So both my men are leaving me for the day.” She tilted her head and let her ponytail fall to one shoulder. Her mock pout made red splotches appear on Kevin's neck. “I guess I’m stuck with Ness today. Oh well, I'll just have to entertain myself this morning,” she said, turning and skipping off upstairs to find John.
Kevin let out a long sigh and watched her leave. His eighteen year old hormones were in full force lately and he didn't know how much longer he could hide them from her.
At first, Kevin struggled with Sherry being his dad's new wife, but slowly, as his birth mother dropped out of the picture, Sherry spent more time and attention on him, and they grew very close.
As for Sherry, she figured Kevin’s crush had more to do with her being his dad's sexy girlfriend and his own special confidant than anything else, and thought it was innocent enough. She decided to keep what she thought was harmless to herself. As Kevin got older, his little boy crush became so flattering that she unwittingly nurtured it for her own selfish reasons. Little did she know the subtle innuendos would one day materialize into lustful dreams about her own stepson.