You call me and tell me that dad is out of town on business and ask if I care to join you for dinner because you are lonely and bored. Having no plans of my own, I take you up on the offer. You mention for me to bring my laundry over and offer to let me use your washer and dryer, knowing that I have been using the laundry mat since I have moved out on my own.
When I arrive, I can smell that you are already cooking. You are wearing a summer dress. I gaze down your dress after you turn your back to lead me to the laundry room. Your ass looks nice in the dress. I try to shake the impure thoughts I have of my step mom from my mind. I have had these thoughts since I was a teenager and know you don't feel the same.
I toss my clothes in the wash and I come out of the laundry room and you are bent over getting the food out of the oven, facing me, I can't help but notice your tits as I stare down the front of your dress. You look up and catch me staring. My face turns red and I apologize. You say, with a small giggle, "it is ok, but please set the table."
We eat and have small talk about weather, what I have been up to, the neighborhood, etc. After we are done, I get up to help you clear the table, you tell me to stay seated and relax. You get up and clean the table off. When you load the dishwasher, your back is to me and I watch as you bend over. Your dress rises just enough for me to see the bottom globes of your ass peak out. I am not convinced that you are doing this on purpose, and I feel dirty watching your every move. My cock is starting to grow inside my jeans.
The washing machine stops and I get up, trying to hide my erection. I go to the laundry room and start putting clothes in the dryer, you follow me in and start the next load in the washer. You notice my erection but don't say anything, you feel sexy knowing that you turn on your stepson. You tell me that I should get one of dads robes from the bedroom and put the clothes I am wearing in the washer, so all my clothes will be clean. I go to the bedroom, undress, and put on his robe. I bring my clothes back and you notice how much I look like your husband.
You take my clothes and put them in the wash. You feel a small wet spot on my boxers and realize it is precum. Again, you don't say anything.
I ask you if you would like a glass of wine and mention that maybe we should watch a movie while we wait for the clothes. You take me up on the offer.
We sit on the couch, you know we are both horny, and you know that I would never make a move because you have known my desire for you goes back for years.