A Very Angry Step-Mom

John leapt up out of bed, the panties still dangling from his throbbing dick, but he was too shocked and embarrassed to do anything else. He just stood there, naked except for his make-shift sex toy, staring at the beautiful older woman he'd stolen them from.

"What the fuck, John!" she screamed, charging into the room. "You stole these, didn't you? Just to jerk off with them! Do you have any idea how disgusting that is? I'm your step-mother!"

She yanked the panties off of him, making his cock bounce. The sensation of them tightening before being pulled away sent a shiver through his whole body.

"Look at you!" his step-mom sighed, staring at his swollen dick, "All red and chaffed. What do you expect, rubbing cloth all over them so hard..."

Her face softened, and she sat down thoughtfully on the bed, patting the mattress beside her.

"Come here. Let's talk."

Still stunned, but disarmed by her ****, motherly tone, John joined her on the bed, walking carefully to avoid knocking his tender rod against his legs.

"That looks like it really hurts, John," she said, working her arm around his shoulders. Her soft inner-arm was cool against his skin. "Doesn't your girlfriend help you with that?"

"I told you, she's not my girlfriend!" John whined. "I haven't even been able to... help... myself with this in a long time..."

"Well, this," she held up the stolen goods, "isn't the way to fix anything."

She paused for a moment, thinking carefully about her next move. Then she stood up, stepped in front of John, and knelt down low.

"Is this what you want?" she asked, her warm breath divine against his aching cock.