Stepmom catches you in the act

Suddenly you hear noises from the hall. Looking up, you're faced with the figure of your stepmom Bailey standing in the doorway. Her party dress barely extends below her ass, the red fabric pulled tight over the swell of her ample breasts, long blonde locks flowing loose down her back. Standing at 5'10" she's already nearer to Shawn's height than yours, and in the open-toe black heels she's wearing now she'd tower over you.

"Oh my god!" she exclaims in surprise, raising a hand to her painted lips.

What is she doing here!? Your features are frozen in shock, blue eyes wide as you stare at her like you've seen a ghost. A strand of saliva stretches from your wide open mouth to the tip of Shawn's cock, still connecting you to him in this carnal act. Quickly you get yourself into a less compromising position, sitting back up on the sofa and wiping the drool from your lips with the back of your hand.

"I-I.. uhh..." You have no idea what to say. You know it's far too late to pretend this was anything innocent. You watch Bailey's lips curling into a grin. You don't like that grin...

"Were you planning to lose your virginity tonight sweetie? Aww, how cute!" she smirks in that mockingly patronizing tone of hers that she knows always gets under your skin. Your face has never burned hotter in your life. Even your ears have turned red with embarrassment. You wish you could just disappear. "I don't imagine your father will be too happy to hear about this, though... little Madeline's a little slut..."

"N-no!! He can't know about this! Please don't tell him! Please!!" you beg her in panic, pressing your hands together in a pleading gesture. God, he'd probably die of a heart attack if he saw this...

"Maybe I will and maybe I won't..." she chuckles. Your stomach sinks. You realize you've just put yourself completely at her mercy. And given her the perfect opportunity to torment you...

"You know, he looks just like the guys I was all over back in high school..." she muses as she steps forward, sitting down on the sofa on the opposite side of Shawn. "I guess we do have something in common after all..." she chuckles. "But you just wouldn't know what to do with a magnificent cock like this, would you?" she grins, touching a manicured finger against the tip of Shawn's still erect cock for a brief moment, making the black organ twitch. Why is she acting like she wants to fuck him? You don't like this at all...

"And honestly, I can't believe you were sucking dick in that..." she shakes her head giving you a withering glance. "Since he came all this way you could at least show him what's underneath..." she smirks maliciously. "Go on, take it off..."

"I..." You don't understand why she's making this... weird. But you decide it's best to do as she says, rolling your sweater over your head and dropping it on the sofa.

"Why don't you take that shirt off, too? Get a little more comfortable..." Bailey turns to Shawn, stroking his arm lightly. He nods as he pulls the shirt over his head, revealing his smooth black torso with chiseled abs. The sight only makes you more frustrated you didn't get to go all the way... but you wish he wasn't doing this in front of her...

"And you should take that bra off too" she instructs you.

"You really want me to take my... take my bra off as well?" Surely she can't be serious? This is crazy!

"What's the matter? Too embarrassed?" she smirks mockingly. "Honestly, with your figure I would be..." You clench your jaw. God, you hate her. "Yes, on second thought I'm sure he doesn't want to see that." She places a hand on his chest, stroking it lightly.

"H-he does!" you insist, looking over at Shawn to back you up. But he's looking at Bailey and doesn't notice you. Now you feel like you have to prove something. You let out a sigh of frustration as you remove your A cup bra, revealing your delicate pink nipples with only a small swelling of flesh underneath each. You stare down at the floor in embarrassment.

"I wonder, who would you prefer?" Bailey smirks, gazing at Shawn seductively. "A scrawny little virgin?" She raises an eyebrow, giving you the most disdainful look you've ever seen, as you instinctively cover your nipples with your arms in shame. "Or a real woman?" she breathes in a sultry tone, as she hooks her fingers in her dress and slowly pulls it aside to partially uncover one of her large breasts. She isn't wearing a bra underneath and her perky nipple pops out from the red fabric, exposed for a few teasing moments before she covers herself again. Shawn is watching seemingly transfixed. You wish he'd look at you that way just once...

"A woman that knows exactly what she's doing..." Reaching out, she wraps her manicured fingers around the head of his cock, giving it a couple of tugs as you watch his face contort in pleasure for a brief moment. He lets out a needy moan as she releases her grip, lifting his hips a little as if begging for more. God, she really does know what she's doing... but she shouldn't be touching him like this!!

"T-this is just... just... wrong!!" you exclaim before he can answer, your shrill voice cracking with emotion into a pathetic squeak. You can't stand this messed up situation any longer. And you can't stand the sickening thought that he might actually pick her over you. He doesn't even know her name!

"Come on Shawn! We're leaving!" you announce, trying to sound firm but it sounds more like you're about to burst into tears. You take hold of his arm, trying to get him to his feet so you can lead him out the door...