Dirty Stepmom: Intimate Reads (Spank Bank Reads)

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Well of course you'd know all about that," she said, mischievously. It was a poorly kept secret of mine that I enjoyed trying out bondage on myself. I had become surprisingly good at tying knot around my wrist and ankles. I remembered one time that I had managed to tie myself up so well that my older sister had found me and had to help me get free. That was a few years ago now and hadn't exactly been a very fine moment. My step-mom soon found out about that, though I had made her swear never to tell my Dad or anyone else. Then I brought in the vibrator. I rubbed it against her on the lowest setting. Her already soaking clit was ready as I prepared to give her what she wanted so much. I turned the vibrator up to the highest setting and began rubbing it on her. She moaned and struggled as she got closer to orgasming. I'm gonna leave you here for a while now," I said, soothingly. "And when I return I might untie you." It was brief as we didn't have much to eat. However, we had both eaten a big lunch. A takeaway might have upset my already tingling stomach. An idea had hatched in my mind. I nodded. I felt slightly uncomfortable talking about bondage with my step-mom so tried to change the subject. "We should probably sort out dinner."

For the next week she wears that outfit when dad is gone it’s driving me crazy. She’s been more bold and flirting more. She moved her legs to cover up her most private area. Before she had the chance to do anything risky though, I grabbed her left leg. I began to tie it, tightly, to the leg of the chair. I did the same to her right leg, then tying it below the knee to allow minimal movement. She struggled to close her legs but couldn't, giving me the perfect view of her clit. I sat watching TV for a while. I was down there for at least an hour. Focusing on what I was watching was hard - all I could think about was my step-mom, bound and gagged, struggling against her bonds. I tried to tell myself not to get so excited. She was my step-mom. But at the same time, that fact made it all the more kinky. No, but I would like to try it out." She looked at me firmly. "Tie me up. Not too tight. Untie me immediately if I tell you to. And don't do anything... extreme." That was definitely exciting..." she said. "But the clothes... you shouldn't have done that. It's not right."If he is comfortable dressing in a way that makes him feel like he blends in, I think that is great. However, I want him to have the inner confidence to step out of the box if he wants. If he feels like wearing something, even though none of his peers are, I want him to feel like he can. I continued pleasuring her, bringing her closer and closer to ecstasy. She moaned and struggled, on the edge. She murmured that she was about to cum.

Too far?" I said, sitting down at her feet. I looked around at where I was. Clothes strewn about the floor, a vibrator by the foot of the chair, the beautiful woman tied up willingly. "You draw the line at this?" I whispered. "I'm going to rub some objects against you. If you correctly guess what they are, you win. However, if you guess wrong, I win." My step-mother had had a very frustrating day. She'd failed a job interview (again) and was worrying about the state of the marriage. My father was out on a week-long business trip. Lately, they'd both been drifting apart and for me it had awoken memories of him and my mom before the divorce. That day, she'd come home from work and was sitting on the couch in the living room, reading a magazine.

If you want to be pleasured again, you will have to pay a price," I said as I began to take my clothes off. I walked up to her in my boxers. My bulge pushing out. There was a moment of silence. I felt my heart slowly beginning to pound. I suddenly began to fear the worst. She was my step-mom after all. Even if we weren't related and didn't really see each other in such a way it still somehow sounded wrong. I felt the tension between us. Her face fell. "Oh... Adam please..." she began to beg. It wasn't desperate begging. It seemed almost playful, though it was still begging. Dad left for work at 3pm like always and Christy watched him leave. She had on baggy sweats and a t shirt. I turned off the TV and sat for a moment, contemplating what I might do next. If I untied her, the fun would be over. I feared she might even punish me for stripping her down so much. I needed to make her enjoy it but also show her who was in control. If tonight went well and she enjoyed it, I might be able to do it more often.