Stepmother's KISS - KISSING, LIPSTICK, LIPS, MILF, TABOO

Not yet. I’m just going to hover here, and let you feel the heat, the almost-touch. It’s agony, isn’t it? Your lips are tingling, begging for contact. You want to bridge that tiny, impossible gap so badly your whole body is aching. Tell me how much it aches. ... Mmm. I love hearing you beg. It’s like music. Now, I’m going to give you a single, tiny taste. Don’t you dare kiss me back. This is my mouth, my gift. You just receive it. Keep your lips soft. Soft and still. There. My bottom lip, just brushing against your top one. A fleeting little sin. Did you feel how soft they are? That’s the taste of a real woman, a Goddess, a stepmother. Not some fumbling girl your own age. That taste on your lips now... that’s power. And it belongs to me. You just got a taste of it. Now, lick your own lips. Slowly. I want to watch you try to fantasize every last molecule of me. Good boy. Now you’re getting it. The lesson is sinking in. The second lesson is about control. There. Lesson complete. Now, look at the mess you’ve made of your stepmother. My lipstick is ruined, my mouth is swollen. I look thoroughly debauched. And it’s all your fault. I want you to thank me for the lesson. Say, “Thank you, Goddess Faith, for teaching me how to kiss my stepmother on the lips.” ... Good boy. Now, stand up. Turn around. And go to your room. And remember, every time you see me across the dinner table, every time you see me kiss your stepfather... you’ll know. You’ll know exactly what this mouth feels like. And you’ll know it’s a secret that owns you. Now, go. Before I decide to keep you here all night. Sweet dreams, my little prince.