Lara - Step Mother - Rising Arousal

Lara pushed herself deeper into the coach trying her best to dive deeper into the book in her hands. Huh. She had hoped for a more exciting life when she married Han. She was quite lucky to meet him at one of those gala dinners. Rich, somewhat handsome and still quite young, he was perfect. And it seemed like a good conclusion to working her ass off for years to get the chance of visiting the charity dinner.

But earning a lot of money does bring problems. Especially for Han. Han already had a divorce, and a son who still lived with him. Huh. And he was always away, not even really having friends besides people he knew from work. Really boring. Whatever. Concentrating back on the book she already saw the familiar world before her minds eye.

Hum, bum Bum. Lara was thrown out of her world, back into slouching on the sofa. Her stepson, trampling on the stairs like an elephant burst into the room and threw himself onto an armchair opposite of her. Dejectedly sighing she roped her wide sweatpants back into a more comfortable position and lay tried sinking even deeper into the coach. Being wary of John's lurking gaze, she tried bringing the book between him and her boobs. Even though he should have a girlfriend by now, the boy still took every opportunity to stare at her breasts. To be fair she was quite gifted in that regard, often struggling to even get the comfy, skin tight shirts over her voluptuous, bouncing mountains. Hmm. But those shirts are real comfy!

She glanced over the top of the book, trying to check what John was doing. He seemed to have grabbed a book making some markings. AND he was staring directly at her. Following his glance she noticed he was directly starring at the spot where her gray mini skirt had ridden up her hip, exposing a sliver of her undies. That bastard! As she had done already dozens of times, she swung her legs of the coach, repositioning her in an upright sitting position. With crossed legs. All the bum could see now where her crossed legs, her face, and the book. Huh.

Just as she was focusing back on her book, she was noticing that persistent itching around her whole upper body again. That damn Bra was always a bit small, but today it was grinding especially bad into her skin. Suddenly she had an idea. She could hide her breasts really well with her book, couldn't she? Glancing over its top she checked what John was doing. He seemed to be starring somewhere in to the distance to her side, completely ignoring everything happening around him. Good. At first, she considered pulling the bra out, through her shirt, right in front of John. But even though she could've hidden it with the book, she would still have to deal with the bra lying around. To obvious. She stood up, walking past John to the restroom on the floor below. There she quickly ripped of the bra, throwing it onto a pile of other clothes.

As she walked out of the restroom back up the stairs she was in deep thought. Feeling naughty, she didn't want to put a bra back on. None of them seemed to really fit, and today she wanted to really enjoy herself. So no scratchy bra. She nodded. She would only have to walk by John completely natural and he surely wouldn't notice a thing! She walked up the stairs, feeling her breasts bouncing up with every step, before squishing back into their natural position. Oh, how free it felt to not wear a bra! Before she entered the living room again, she quickly scouted what John was doing. Good. He seemed to still stare absent-minded into the distance, though now in a direction near the door. Well. Seems he's still dreaming. Probably of me, hihi.

She walked back into the room, confident in her steps. Everything as usual. Her gaze wandered, catching her reflection in the window behind John, hitting her like a train. What? Where's my shirt? Completely in shock she starred down herself. How in the world could she have forgotten to put her shirt back on? What? Uh, seemed she was so excited about “feeling naughty” back in the restroom, she simply forgot! What a blunder. She stood still as a stone statue, as though nobody would notice her now. She moved her head just slightly checking on John. Still starring into the void, as unmoved as ever. Or was he?

Okay, breathe. John surely didn't notice anything. If I run back now, he will see me though. Bad. Okay, then let's just walk back to my place on the sofa. Completely normal. I'll just hide my breasts behind the book again. I'll just say, I changed into a different shirt. Yeah, that'll surely work. Then I'll just have to wait, until he leaves the room and I can go back to putting my shirt on. Huh. Still shaking she made her way over to the coach, sat down and grabbed her book immediately pushing it in front of her breasts. Full of shame, but also a bit intrigued and aroused she tried to sink deeper and deeper into the coach.

Wow, now I'm really naughty. Hihi. Nearly naked right in front of my stepson! As a test she pushed a finger up her miniskirt. She could immediately feel her pussy, the juice dripping right onto her finger. Good idea to not put on panties this morning. She had to hold herself back to not dive right into masturbating. Right in front of John! And he doesn't seem to notice a thing. Ah, how clueless he is! At this moment he looked up to her, right at her reddened face and smiled friendly, before he went back to reading his book. Oh, maybe I've judged that kid to harsh. Right now I'm just like him! And he's completely oblivious to it!

The excitement overwhelming her, she wanted to push it a bit further. Slowly as to not alert him she spread her legs. If John wanted to he could now directly see her pussy! Hah, She felt the air brushing against her agitated skin, the juices slowly dripping from her, right onto the sofa's cushions. And he did not even move! Feeling even more daring, she lifted one leg up slightly, laying it onto a cushion nearby. As she did so, her skirt rode up completely, Exposing her whole lower body.

She looked up at John. Still no response. Huh. Okay. Let's just pretend I'm reading! She slowly tried turning a page of her book. A slight hush escaped her lips. Oh how, that brushed against her nipple! But John did not seem to have noticed her moan. While watching him seemingly scratching some itch on his belly, she didn't even notice one of her hands slipping back to her pussy. John scratched a bit more furious. She couldn't really see what he was doing, it was well hidden behind his book. Oh, that must hurt. That poor thing. Growing even more aroused at watching her stepson act so clueless, she grew bolder. The hand on her pussy started moving, quickly digging deep into her reddened flesh. Uh-uh. Slight moans continuously escaping her lips, she put the book down, completely exposing her breasts. The now free hand started massaging her boobs.

And then suddenly, John moved. Lara had never known, she could move so fast! In an instant, the book was back in front of her breasts. She didn't want to draw attention to her legs, so she just put her other hand leisurely in front of her quivering entrance. He surely wouldn't notice? John had stood up, grabbing his book and moved to the kitchen, right around the corner. The thought of getting up and disappearing never crossed her mind. She hoped he would come back, surely he would? Just imagining it she already started massaging her pussy again. Oh, how that would feel!

Behind her, in the kitchen John rummaged seemingly grabbing some things. She watched him as he walked back into the living room, still having her leg propped up and fingering her pussy. If he wanted to, he should have a good view! But he did not even look! Instead, he sat down, right next to her! Oh no, did he notice?, she moved the book slightly to the side, trying to hide her enormous breasts behind it. I'm fucked! What do I do?

But John did not even seem to notice. He looked at her aroused face, not noticing the carnal lust hidden behind her eye and asked: “Can you help me?” “Ye.. Yeah ohhf course. What do you need” “Well, I want to read, but I also want to get my shake I grabbed from the kitchen ready. Can you shake it for me?” He smiled like a sweet angel. “Hah, of course.. Let me just...” She put one hand holding the book down, causing it to sway and grabbing the reddish shaker John had on his lap. He moved closer, leaning onto her sweaty body. “Just shake it so I can enjoy my story.” Oh, he was such a good boy.

While John started focusing on his book, Lara started shaking his shaker. She did not really think about it, nor did she really look at it. She started slow, the warm shaker rod in her hand. As she grew more confident, she started stroking a little bit faster. She bit her lips. She just couldn't hold it back! She lowered here book, completely exposing herself to John, but he just kept on reading. She moved her leg up even higher, so she could better access her pussy with her other hand. All while steadily preparing the milkshake. As she looked at his face, her hand dove into her pussy, letting a deep quiver run through her spine. The Arousal running havoc in her, she started stroking John's shaker even faster, massaging it at times, imagining it was his majestic cock.

She was so immersed that she even imagined hands grabbing her breasts, brutally moving and squishing them left and right up and down. At times even massaging her nipples. But that hat to be an illusion. There was nobody here but John, reading his book, right beside her. Uh, it runs through her like thousands of little lightnings. She was expecting her orgasm every moment. It had to come, she pumped her fingers with even more frenzy, it had to come, she stroked and massaged and spit on John's milkshake, it had to come! But the orgasm was always building up, never releasing!

“Don't you want to taste your milkshake?” “Huh, wwhhaat? Youuou made that foor me??” John stood up, positioning himself right between her legs. Oh, how sweet of him, but not now, why, I'm just cumming! She did not even bother to hide her boobs now, nor did she stop fingering herself. “Open you mouth, it'll taste great!”. Uhh, ok, I'll just take it, take it. Lara opened her mouth, put sticking out her tongue, imagining it was johns cock and not just some milkshake. And then she felt it. The warm Shaker ramming into her face, completely filling her mouth to the brim. She imagined strong hands grabbing her head, repeatedly slamming her against Johns Cock, till it burst. Releasing the white epiphany into her throat. It felt like heaven.

But the feeling of her mouth being filled quickly dissipated as John pulled his shaker out of her and sat back down next to him. But she still hadn't cum! At that moment something tore inside her. If he wouldn't give it to her, she would take it herself! Pressing down on John, she said: “Mmmy Seat seems so swweeaty. You sureeelyy don't mind me sitting on you for a second?” Before John could say anything she jumped on him, she was somehow able to force open his pants (that already seemed strangely open), and straddled him, muffling his moans between her breasts. Finally, she got a hold of his cock. It felt truly enormous in her hand. But before she could feel it any further, she pushed his penis into her vagina and let herself fall onto Johns Lap. Ahhh, the damn finally broke. Hugging John as hard as she could, suffocating him with her breasts around his face she felt the sensation of his cock finally entering her travel up her spine, into her arms, her head, till every bit of her was consumed. And then she felt his cock contracting in her vagina, she felt his sperm being pushed against her wall and a second wave broke over her.

As her mind slipped into a blissful state of unconsciousness she still felt John picking her up with strong arms, ramming his cock into her with force and determination. “Now you'll satisfy me!” Where the last words she could hear.