Dirty Stepmom: Intimate Reads (Spank Bank Reads)

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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." 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. 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. I'm gonna leave you here for a while now," I said, soothingly. "And when I return I might untie you." 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.

Dad left for work at 3pm like always and Christy watched him leave. She had on baggy sweats and a t shirt. That was definitely exciting..." she said. "But the clothes... you shouldn't have done that. It's not right." 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. 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?" 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.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 continued, edging down to her belly and grabbing her. My fingers exploiting every nook and cranny. I looked at her up and down. Part of my conscience was urging me to untie her and face the consequences. Hopefully I could convince her not to tell Dad and we would put this all behind us. But the other part... I went down to her legs and untied her ankles. She looked slightly surprised as I let her legs free of her bonds. She tested the freedom I'd given her, stretching her legs for the first time in over an hour. I moved up her legs and felt the edge of her panties with my fingers. She gasped as I slowly pulled them down her thighs, past her knees and took them off. They were soaking.She sighed. "A passing interest, yes." She paused. "I've never done anything... exciting. As in, I've never explored myself in that way." 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."