CTRL-ALT-DEL: Stepmom
If you see me around with my stepmom, Natasha, you'll be totally envious of our relationship. My mom is so smart, so sweet how she hooks her little arm into mine when we walk, and she is so agreeable. We never fight. She understands me. It wasn't always like this. One time she came in and started rambling through a list of things that I had did wrong that day and I looked closer at her. The rain on her skin made her skin dewy and youthful. Her arms were waving around as she lectured, and it made her top climb up to show her bellybutton. My eyes shifted to her breasts in her form fitting shirt, I made sure I kept glancing up and nodding so she didn't know I was ignoring her. I felt my cock grow in my pants as I concentrated on the little symmetrical nubs on her shirt. I've never seen my mom's breasts before. She's a modest woman, and this outfit is the raciest I've seen her wear. The rain began to pick up, thunder rumbled in the distance. Natasha still going on about what I should and shouldn't do, and I wish that I could control her like the APB robots at school. I'd make her fall madly in love with me, eager to please my every desire and whim. Lighting struck so loud it made me jump out of my fantasy. Mom put her hand to her forehead and sat on the bed. My mom looked at me just then, but something was different in her expression, her eyes were more vacant, just as if she was staring into space. She left the room. The strange interaction made it difficult to go to sleep. I thought about checking up on her, but instead I kept to my room. Maybe she just needed the night to recharge. Watch the story unfold.