Stepmother; He Was A Younger Version Of His Dad

The Apple Hadn’t Fallen Far From The Tree

I’ve always enjoyed older men. They are so distinguished and appreciative of a younger woman I’ve found. I’ve been seeing this older man for several months and he’s been very good to me. He’s almost thirty years older than I am. We’d been dating a while before his son and I met, who’s only two years older than I am. I knew immediately the apple hadn’t fallen far from this tree. He looked like a younger version of his father. The attraction was immediate , which I knew wasn’t terribly appropriate, but I was. I could tell from the way he hugged me when we met over dinner attraction to me was mutual to me as well. The idea I could end up with his stepmother, being only two years older than me, seemed silly. However, if I played my cards right, it could be a fact.

The older man I was seeing was well off financially, a widow. An overall good catch. His son was incredibly handsome as well. I didn’t mention that to him, though. I didn’t want him thinking I was obsessing over his son. And I wondered what “junior” might think about me possibly becoming his stepmother? My older gentleman friend was away on a business trip for a few weeks when the doorbell rang one evening. I answered and there was sonny boy with a bottle of wine in one hand and a smile on his face. Against my better judgment, I let him in. I told him his father was away. He smirked and said he knew that. That’s why he’d come calling.

We Had So Much In Common

Such confidence that one had! I said I didn’t know what you had in mind, but to put it right out of your mind. He strolled right in and went to where the wine glasses were and poured us some. We split the bottle of wine and talk for several hours. I had a lot in common with him and liked him a lot. Maybe too much for my own good. He said he’d had a stepmother before, years ago, after his mother died. She didn’t last long though, and went back to where she came from. A bit richer from the nice settlement she’d been paid.

I said I wasn’t after his dad’s money, and he seemed to believe me. He reached over and kissed me, and I didn’t stop him. The wine had made me feel a bit more relaxed and not as apt to dismiss him as I’d normally have. I felt his hand snaking up my skirt and on its way towards the crotch of my panties. I lightly tried to resist, but it didn’t last long. His fingertips caressed the outsides of the panties and I could feel my pussy getting moist. He soon pulled them off and was delving his fingers into my cunt with no panties as a barrier. I could feel his fingers on my clit, massaging it ever so gently until I was nearly panting in his arms.

This Stepmother  Didn’t Feel Guilty For Too Long

His stepmother to be was eagerly awaiting his cock to enter. He laid me down on the small rug in front of the fireplace and soon stripped the rest of my clothes off. I spread for him and he slid his cock into me in one girthy plunge, stretching me as I gasped. Thoughts of his father, my fiance , rushed through my mind. Not for too long, however. I was too the pleasure filled moment we were experiencing together. I knew it was wrong, but he was so handsome. And there wouldn’t be a chance of a threesome. I just gave in and enjoyed it. I wrapped my legs around him as he pumped in and out of me. And  I arched my back so my breasts were pressing against his chest. His breathing filled my ears as his cock filled my pussy.

He was a wonderful lover, patient and skilled. His father was good as well, but simply didn’t have this kind of stamina. Which isn’t unexpected for a man of his age. He urged me on and sped up his motions. I bucked, and I pulled him towards me and enjoyed our impromptu encounter. I came on his cock and he soon exploded in my pussy. And  I had a feeling I would not be his soon to be stepmother much longer. I just might go after him rather than his father.

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