Ron opened the door of his home and dropped his bag by the front door. His step-mother didn't like when he left his bag there, but he had been in classes all day and was tired. Plus, Kelly wasn't home from work yet. He would make sure to take the bag up to his room later.
Ron was in his second year at college. Since the school wasn't far, his dad and step-mom decided to save the money and just have Ron live at home while in school. Although at first he thought he would be missing out by not living in a dorm on-campus, he came to realize there were some perks to staying home. His father, Jerry, had bought him a car to get back and forth, and Kelly cooked almost every night. Ron also rarely had to do his own laundry.
He went to the kitchen, got a soda from the fridge, and plopped down on the sofa to watch some TV. He turned to ESPN to catch up on sports news. Ron was so tired, once he got comfortable on the sofa he could barely keep his eyes open. One moment he was watching a basketball game that was coming on later, and the next he heard keys in the door
Kelly entered the house before Ron could even fully get his bearings back. "Hi sweety! How was your day?"
"Long, as usual," Ron responded to this step-mother. "I had Chem today, and you know how I hate that class."
"Yes, I do," Kelly said. She walked over and kissed Ron on the forehead. "But that just means you have to study harder."
"I know."
"I'm going for a run. Make sure your bag is where it belongs by the time I get back," Kelly said with a wink. She went down the hall to her bedroom and Ron heard the door close. He stood up and grabbed his backpack. Ron knew his step-mother would politely nag at him if he didn't move it.
Jerry and Kelly had been married for ten years now, so Ron was used to how she liked to have things her way. If you listened and did as she asked, Kelly could be the nicest person. But he had seen her temper also, and knew he wanted to steer clear of that.
While in his room, Ron decided to put on more comfortable clothes. He slipped into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He wasn't very muscular, but he was confident with his toned, athletic body. He knew he turned quite a few heads at school.
Ron walked out his room and saw Kelly making her way down the hallway in front of him. Her dark-brown skin looked very striking in a blue floral leggings and sports bra set. Ron's eyes scanned down and he could see the outline of the thong Kelly was wearing.
Because Jerry was White and Kelly was Black, people often assumed that Kelly was Ron's mother. They didn't know that she was only fifteen years older than Ron, and didn't pay attention to the fact that they didn't resemble each other.
But none of that mattered to Ron. As he watched Kelly walk in her jogging outfit, he was just glad they weren't related.
"I'll be back in about an hour," Kelly said. She strapped her phone to her arm, put on her wireless headphones, and headed out the door.
Ron took the time to heat up some leftovers and watch some TV. He had just finished his food and put the plate in the dishwasher, just like Kelly wanted, when she came back from her jog. She was still breathing deeply and had a sheen of sweat over her body. Ron could even see some of the sweat stains on her sports bra.
"Good jog?" he asked.
"Yeah. I worked up a sweat," she said. Ron tried not to stare at some of the moisture still dripping down his step-mother's flat stomach.
Kelly went to her room and came out wrapped in a towel. She walked to the end of the hall and entered the bathroom.
Ron slowly crept down the hall and stopped outside his parent's bedroom. He heard the shower starting and went through the door. With a quickness that came from practice, he went over to their closet and right to the laundry bag where Kelly put her dirty panties. The thongs she just took off were right on top. He grabbed them and made his way to his room.
He took off his clothes and sat on his bed. He gently caressed Kelly's underwear, feeling the soft material rub against his fingertips. He brought them up to his nose and inhaled. The scent of Kelly's sweat and pussy made his heart beat faster.
Ron took the thongs and slowly started stroking his hard cock. He put his dick right where the underwear would touch Kelly's pussy. The panties always felt so soft against his dick. Ron closed his eyes, remembering Kelly walking in front of him before she left, her curvaceous ass stretching out the leggings. He imagined the way her D-cup tits bounced a little in her sports bra as she ran.
Ron's breathing got more shallow as he stroked his cock faster. In his mind, he saw his step-mother in the shower, the hot water running down her chocolate-brown skin. Ron's dick stiffened to the maximum. A moan escaped his throat and he shot his load. He felt the warm cum dripping into Kelly's panties.
His energy spent, Ron laid back on the bed. His heart was still racing, and his cock was still twitching. Ron waited a few moments for the euphoria to dissipate, then put his clothes back on.
He walked over to his door and peeked out into the hallway. He could see that Kelly's bedroom door was already closed. He would have to wait until she left the room before putting her panties back in the laundry bag.
Kelly stepped out the shower and wrapped the towel around her athletic body. She opened the door, the steam billowing out before her, and began walking down the hall. She passed Ron's room and heard a low moan coming from inside. The door was ajar and she took a step toward it, to see if everything was okay. Through the opening, she could see her stepson lying back on his bed, stroking his cock. Kelly was about to continue on her way when she saw the fabric in Ron's hands. She immediately recognized that he was masturbating with the thongs she had just taken off.
Standing there, watching her stepson in this moment, Kelly felt a twinge in her pussy. Her nipples started getting a little hard as she saw Ron arch his back and start dripping cum onto her panties in his hand. Not wanting to be noticed, she quickly gathered her composure and went down the hall to her room, closing the door behind her.
Sitting in the bed with the towel still around her, she replayed the scene in her head. How long had Ron been doing this? Did he do this every time she was in the shower? How had this even started? She knew she had some questions for Ron, and she was going to get her answers.
The next day was Friday, and Kelly wasn't going out for a run. Ron was sitting on the couch, watching television. He was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. Kelly decided to put on a comfortable pair of shorts and a tank-top. Jerry had just come home from work and was changing his clothes in the bedroom. Kelly sat next to Ron on the couch, making sure there was very little space between them.
Kelly feigned interest in the program that Ron was watching. She made sure her leg was pressed against his. Jerry came out from the bedroom wrapped in his long blue bathrobe. He sat on the couch on the other side of Kelly, sandwiching her in between the two men.
Making sure that Ron's attention was on the program, Kelly leaned towards him and whispered in his ear, "I know what you do."
Ron quickly turned to his step-mother, confusion on his face. "What did you say?"
Kelly just lay her head on Jerry's shoulder and grinned at Ron.
"Kelly, did you just say something?" Ron asked again.
"Ron, there's something you need to know about me," Kelly said, seeming to ignore his question.
"What's that?"
Kelly started rubbing Jerry's leg. "I like getting my way. I enjoy getting what I want."
"What do you mean?"
Kelly raised herself up from the couch and stood in front of Ron. "I mean that I like being in charge. I like telling people, especially men, what to do and watching them do it."
Ron felt his heart beginning to beat faster in his chest. He sat on the couch, looking up at his step-mother. "Why are you telling me this?"
"I saw what you did yesterday. I saw you jerking off with my panties."
Ron's mind began racing, confusion and embarrassment causing him to try to stammer a response.
"That's okay sweety. You don't have to be ashamed."
"I don't?" Ron asked, swallowing hard.
"No, you don't. I'm actually very flattered by it."
"You are?"
