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All characters in this tale are above the age of eighteen. Enjoy...
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Pleasant afternoon light glimmered through the barely drawn shades of the off-white bedroom, yellow sunlight the only thing illuminating the room. From the attached bathroom, Dustin stepped out of the glass stand-up shower out as a billow of steam followed him. Clear liquid still clung in the contours of his toned abdomen shimmering in the faint glow that managed to glide from the window into the long bathroom.
He reached for his towel when he swore he saw something out of the corner of his eye; a familiar shape.
"
Sweetheart
, don't keep me waiting..."
The female voice calling from the sunlit bedroom made his soft cock perk up unconsciously. It was a sound that was instantly recognizable; Dustin was being beckoned into the bedroom by his Asian step-mother, Kim.
For a moment he froze, standing in place as the water upon his defined muscles patiently crept its way down to his feet.
I-I'm hearing things; there's no way...
"Come drop that towel and give your mother a hand in here..." the voice called once more, shattering the silence that once consumed the tense air.
Dustin's breaths were growing heavy as white clouds evaporated around him, now giving him only a mildly-obstructed view into the bedroom that lay just through the door before him. His brown eyes strained to focus, searching for the source of the voice calling to him. Foolishly, Dustin had almost convinced himself that his step-mother must have been calling him from a room deeper in the house. Surely, there was no way she would be waiting through that door.
But Kim was waiting with her short, curvy figure sprawled out naked on the bed, restless for her step-son to make his way from the wet shower. In her waiting, she had grown ready, hungry, wet and eager for the boy and the cock just in the next room, slowly being exposed by the evaporating steam before her devious eyes.
* * *
Dustin, now a young-man of eighteen, had long held affectionate thoughts about his Asian stepmother. Since his father remarried some five years ago, Dustin couldn't help his curious mind from being enamored by the foreign beauty that shared his childhood home. Perhaps if Kim met Dustin's father when the boy was younger, different feelings would have emerged. Likewise, maybe if Dustin had been a little older - and had a girl at school he was fond of - the tan curves of his step-mother would have never left such an impression on his budding, pubescent mind.
The reality of the situation was that Kim Nguyen entered Dustin's life during a period that doomed her to become the star of his many teenage fantasies. Something about the uncertainty of how to properly navigate the new relationship, along with the exotic nature of the woman, left Kim feeling always out of arms reach to Dustin.
Ultimately, It was this distance in the relationship that made it possible for Dustin to eventually begin to think of his step-mother in ways that would cause him shame. She had never become a permanent fixture in his mind - for all Dustin knew, his dad would move on from her in the next couple of years. Due to this, when the right mood came upon him, Dustin would find it surprisingly easy to envision the petite Asian beauty wearing nothing but a matching, black, lacy thong and bra. During even more desperate moments, the dark, imaginary underwear would be stripped away before Kim welcomed the pleasures of her distant step-son.
Just like most boys his age, Dustin never indulged in the taboo thoughts as anything more than just a fleeting wish. The boy knew that the mental images he had touched his eager cock to all these years were wrong.
Perhaps more than anything, Dustin believed they would never come to pass.
* * *
Dustin stepped out into the bedroom completely in the nude, a semi-stiff now cock dangling between his legs, lured in by the accented words that had been calling to him.
Even while stripped bare, he stood a good three inches taller than Kim at 5' 11", and his tan, American body was chiseled and defined from years of gym work throughout high school. His frame wasn't so huge that it would be considered frightening, but he definitely cut a nice figure in jeans and a t-shirt.
For the time being, he stood towering and steady, though his inside were like jelly. Anxiety was upon him as each breath came out like the battered breaks on a worn down car.
Kim's exotic body, laying still as her eyes followed her step-son's feet slowly making their way toward her, was a short, but distinctly curvy, thing. Her skin carried a much darker shade than her step-son, but her body was much smaller, save for a few areas: her breasts, hips, and ass. The combination of the three features made her the woman she was, and each was as perky and juicy as the next.
Those voluptuous areas had also played a major role in Kim's motivation for ambushing Dustin in the way she currently found herself engaged in. Though Dustin's father had initially been a passionate partner toward Kim, the past two years had been the dreadful opposite. The Asian step-mother was still a young woman herself - only age 35 - though her husband was twenty years her senior. Through a combination of time taking its tole and her husband's deliberate habit to bury himself in his career, Kim was left a sexless, desperate husk that now yearned for the touch of a man anywhere she could find it, including her own step-son.
The decision had been far from instantaneous. Kim's observant gaze had seen Dustin grow into quite the brown haired, brown eyed stud that now stood stripped before her. Though she couldn't pinpoint the exact moment, Kim estimated it had been nearly six month ago that she experienced her first sexual thought featuring her step-son; he seemed as good of a release as any, and Kim had been long aware of the lust Dustin held for her through the years. The young man did a poor job of keeping his secret, as a man's eyes always gave up their secrets to Kim.
Unlike her step-son, Kim was much older and not willing to simply rest on her fantasies forever. She was keenly aware of her gorgeous body and had ever intention to continue using it to its fully extent.
On this particular Saturday afternoon, her husband had departed just hours ago on a flight to Chicago - business, as always - and wouldn't return home for the next five days.
It only took Kim an hour of having the house to herself to decide she wanted to be fucked and exactly how she was going to achieve her goal.
Now as Dustin's feet nervously carried him closer to his destination, he finally laid his hungry, brown eyes upon the figure before him.
"Well... you want me on top,
or should you start
?" Kim let out coyly just as Dustin reached the edge of the bed.
