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. That was definitely exciting..." she said. "But the clothes... you shouldn't have done that. It's not right." Dad left for work at 3pm like always and Christy watched him leave. She had on baggy sweats and a t shirt. I'm gonna leave you here for a while now," I said, soothingly. "And when I return I might untie you." Open wide," I said. Surprisingly, she obeyed. I shoved them in. Then I used a roll of ductape to gag her. She mumbled through the gag incoherently.

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’m not saying I didn’t look at her body when she was in swim suit or ** when she wore tight jeans. Sure i did. But never fantasized about her. 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.

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 took off her blindfold and smiled at her. "I just wanted to give you the full experience of feeling vulnerable." 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. Then she comes out in just a towel and goes to kitchen. I can see her at sink she reached in cabinet which raised the towel and i could see the bare curve of her lower **.Regardless, I told him nobody should be judged based on how they dress — not even your very embarrassing mother. Most people wear what they are comfortable in, what makes them feel good. It doesn’t matter where it came from because this isn’t how we judge others. We focus on how they make us feel, if they are kind, how they treat people. I told him judging people for what they wear is very transparent, and he will be missing out on a lot in life if he is going to focus on making friends because of what they wear, what they have, or what they look like. I feared what the neighbors heard when she finally came. Her passionate moans were music as she heaved and twisted against her bonds. I was captivated by it all.

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 whispered to her. "I wanna play a game with you. If you win, I'll untie you. If you lose, I get to have some fun." 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?"Drama / Comedy End Andromeda11 My Stepmom My stepmom is 10 years older than me, but she doesn't look like it...