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.