Then she started talking about him: the boyfriend. She never really dated but she’d have a blind date here or there with a coworker‘s friend or whatever. But this guy seems to be sticking around. It’s not like you’re jealous, not really. I mean, who gets jealous of their stepmom’s boyfriend? But OK, yeah maybe you’re a little jealous. And when you overhear her talking to her friend about this weekend, the weekend where you were going to be away, your brain thinks fast. She’s telling her friend all about these plans she has. And it’s not like romantic dinner plans...it’s like tie me up and fuck me plans. She's finally going to do the one thing she hasn't: wear a blindfold. Interesting...
Later in that day in the kitchen, you tell her that you’ve decided to cancel your tubing trip. You know she’d never have this sort of sexual rendezvous with you around, and with you going to college in just a few short months, she won’t go away when she could spend the weekend with you. You almost feel bad about this deception seeing how crest fallen she is, but that fades away pretty quickly when you overhear her talking to him later in her bedroom.
You listen to her apologize for having to cancel, and although you can’t hear his side of the conversation, she makes evident what he’s saying—what he’s telling her to do. Peeling off her clothing, she becomes a submissive, obedient slut, playing with herself just as he says. you don’t want to be this perverted, but you just have to jerk off!
Standing in the hallway, looking in on your stepmother as she whips herself, spanks her ass & plays her pussy all for the benefit of this guy. You feel badly all of this deception, longing for your own stepmother, but it’s too late to stop now. And when she slips the hood on, you take it a step further...by taking a step further into her room, making sure to stay out of view of their facetime, jerking it to your stepmother until you cum. Even the post nut clarity can't stop you from doing what you do next.
You getup early the next morning and tell her you're going after all, and that her boyfriend called the house phone--his phone is broken--so you took it upon yourself to tell him the weekend is back on. And he'll be here soon! You watch her, giddy, as she runs off to "get ready."
About fifteen minutes later, you walk in to her bedroom to find her hooded, spread eagle, waiting for him. Your plan has worked perfectly...
