Kiss her

I stood there, letting her take a few more steps until she was face-to-face with me, still giving me the same smile. "Well Johnny? Are you going to stand there like a deer caught in the headlights...or, are you going to speak up?", she asked with flirtation, leaning forward until I was in direct view of her cleavage. Without saying a word, I grabbed and pulled her head away from body and finding her mouth merge with mine with a hum. To be honest, I don't know why I did that. Not to mention this feels so wrong on so many levels because a) I'm kissing my own stepmom and b) I don't know what the hell am I kissing. Don't get me wrong I'm terrified about the outcome, yet I could feel my heart racing and my temperature rising, like it didn't matter at all.

I could see it in her eyes she was surprised I kissed her only to slowly close them before embracing it. Moaning, I felt her tongue parting my lips open before moving in inside my mouth, twisting around as our lips smacked with every suckling touch. As saliva leaked between our mouths the oral muscle of my stepmom plunged to the back of my throat. Despite a few gags, my eyes flutter as an incredible feeling of the wet prehensile tongue bulged through my throat. Flowing down like a rippling tide it'd eventually find my stomach, swirling and filling it much to my relaxed glee. As this was happening, her rubbery arms swooped around my arms and waist once, twice and then a third time before it began curving along the waistband of my pants and removing my grip from her head. I felt like I was bound by a pair of boa constrictors, holding me in place.