I popped a boner as my step-mom rushed through the kitchen, her heels clicking on the tile floor. She looked fabulous. Cantaloupe-size tits. Tight ass. Black mascara. A little blush on the cheeks. Not bad, for a 40 year old redhead with two biological children and a step son.
My dad was honking the horn, and she was running late as usual. Her tits bounced joyously inside her tight black evening dress until she stopped in front of a wall mirror to check her make-up. She reached into her purse for a gold tube. After uncapping it, she twisted the bottom, pushing up cherry red lipstick. I discreetly rubbed my hard cock through my jeans as she spread the lipstick over her lips and smacked her them together. Then she turned toward me.
"Got anything planned for tonight, hon?" she asked.
"Just doing a little laundry," I said, yanking my hand away from my crotch.
"Good idea," she said. "Get it out of the way before you go back to school."
I'm almost sure she caught me wanking myself, but apparently she didn't care.
The horn blared for the fourth time.
"Well, I better not keep your father waiting," she said, smiling with those bright, red lips.
She slammed the door shut and I went to the window to watch my dad's Cadillac back out of the driveway. When I saw their taillights disappear around the corner, I dashed up to my parent's bedroom for my weekly fashion show.
My step mom's jasmine perfume still lingered in the room, as if it were stuck to the satin bed sheets. I sat on the edge of the bed in front of a chest of drawers. My step mom's vast collection of lace, silk and leather lingerie filled the second drawer from the bottom.
I felt a deep, burning need to wear her clothes. I loved her so much that I couldn't express it through mere words. I had to show it. But making love to her would have been a sin because she is, after all, my father's wife. The only other way I knew how to become one with her was to share her underwear.
On that particular night, I wanted to be pure and virginal for my step mom, so I plucked a white bra-and-panty set from the drawer. A single strand of red hair stuck to the bra's lacy flower design. I pulled it off and pressed it against my face. Oh, if I could only be with her!
After shedding my manly clothes, I strapped on the bra and pulled on the panties. The wire undercups pressed against my chest, and the French-cut design of the panties left my hips exposed. I felt feminine and sexy. My step mom and I were getting closer already.
