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I had the windows down and the volume up on my drive home from Alex's college. The wind felt good whipping over me. I had gone there only with the intention of helping Alex move back in, and maybe to experience my first college party--I had never expected to leave there with some much needed closure.
Alex's roommate came back early--a roommate that left me blindsided when she turned out to be my ex Steph. I had no idea if or how we would reconnect while I was there, but we did (boy did we ever), and I left for my drive back home with empty balls and a clear head.
The only thing on my mind now was my best friend Tara. I needed to tell her how I felt, how I REALLY felt, before it was too late.
Rolling up to the house, I parked the car and pulled out my phone. I typed "Hey" into the message box, hit send, and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Cold sweat began to form on my back.
Then finally, three bubbles, and "Hey yourself" in the reply box.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"Do you think we could talk? The three of us, I mean." I typed back.
A shorter wait this time, then the three bubbles.
Then the bubbles disappeared.
Then returned.
Then disappeared.
I couldn't tell if she was writing something extra long, or if she wasn't sure what to say at all.
Then a single word reply: "sure."
Ok. Good. Progress. I was drafting my next message when my phone buzzed with another one from her.
"How about tomorrow night, after I get back?"
My stomach dropped. Got back from where? I couldn't see the spot where Don and Sandy usually parked, so I couldn't tell if one of their cars was gone. Could Tara be off on some weekend getaway with them?
What if there was a fourth person there with them?
My mind immediately jumped back to the dvd we each had seen, the one where my step mother Kelly got double penetrated by Don and a nameless friend of theirs.
My cock twitched at the thought.
But that was none of my business. That didn't matter. What mattered was talking to Tara. So I shook off the thoughts, and wrote back that the time sounded great.
Taking a breath, I put my phone away and headed inside to freshen up before going next door to tell Sarah the plan.
****
My house was eerily quiet when I entered, and surprisingly a mess. Kelly usually kept a pretty tidy household, and required Alex and I to do the same, but not today, and as I made my way around I began to realize why: Kelly and her boyfriend Brian had had the house all to themselves...and they made the most of it.
There were plates and glasses piled up on the kitchen counter, and two empty bottles of wine nearby, indicators of a romantic dinner well-enjoyed.
Moving toward the living room told even more of the story. A man's shirt dropped in the middle of the hallway. A thin red cloth draped over one of the living room lamps, no doubt to create mood lighting. Dress pants and shoes in a pile by the couch. Nothing too interesting, considering what two adults spending an evening together might get up to, but it was what I saw on the floor next to the pants that caught my attention: black high heels, black lace panties, and a sexy black corset with a delicate black eye mask next to it.
It was here that the lines began to blur - the lines between the Kelly I knew, and the intense sexual being I saw on those videos. This sexy lingerie, the mask, was something much more erotic than I would ever have expected in real life from Kelly. I imagined the show she must have put on for Brian, sexy and mysterious, the corset pulling her waist tight, holding her breasts up deliciously high for him. I imagined her on her knees between his legs, lavishing passion onto his big cock with her mouth before climbing onto his lap and slowly slipping him inside her.
Or maybe he'd take control of his masked vixen, and bend her over the arm of the couch, grip the stringed back of the corset tight, and fuck her hard from behind.
The possibilities were sending my mind in a million different directions. The mental walls between the step mother I knew and the sex goddess I saw on video began to break down even further when I took a closer look at the mask and corset.
I saw it on the mask first: a dry, translucent streak on the left side, just outside of the eyehole. I felt a tingle run up my back. I looked down at the corset--streaks and splotches of the same dried translucence covered the front of it, localized on the cups of the bra.
I knew at once what this meant.
I didn't know how they got there, or in what position, but these soiled garments told me one thing: that whatever activities the two lovers got up to last night, they ended with Brian spurting his cum all over my step mother's body, and probably her face as well, based on the mask. I wondered if he had been fucking her and pulled out just in time to cover her with his nut, or if maybe she was on her knees, head back, mouth open, waiting to take all of his sticky reward.
My body was overheating, and my cock was hard in my pants. Luckily the sound of laughter shook me out of the trance I was in. It was coming from behind the closed door of Kelly's bedroom. They must still be in there. I wondered if they had been fucking when I got home.
I absolutely did not want to deal with what would happen if Kelly came out of her room to find her step son gawking at her cum-covered lingerie, so I quietly went into my room, put on some fresh clothes, and discreetly left to make my way over to Sarah's.
****
"They clearly didn't know what time you were coming home, huh?" Sarah said, pouring herself a glass of water. She had just gotten back from a run, and her skin was delightfully flushed. I did my best not to stare at her amazing body poured into stretchy workout gear.
"Guess not. I'm kinda surprised they just left their clothes lying all around, especially the lingerie."
"Well...good sex makes you do crazy things sometimes," she said with a chuckle into her next big sip.
"Ain't that the truth."
"I found my mom's sex toy once," Sarah began while giving her shoulders a long stretch.
"Like in a drawer or something?"
