I’m sitting alone in the living room, scrolling through my phone as the sun sets outside into that nice beautiful hue of pinks and yellows. Suddenly, I hear the familiar ringtone I set for Mark’s number flashing on my screen. Mark, my 29 year old stepson, who’s always been such a sweet person. I glance around to make sure no one else is home, then pick up the phone with a quick “Hello darling.” “Mmm, hey Mom,” Mark’s husky voice greets me over the phone speaker. “I’m having a rough day, and I was thinking about you…” The sound of his voice makes me tingle inside. “Oh Mark, you know I’m always here for you, my dear boy,” I purr, sinking back into the couch cushions and getting a bit more comfortable. “Tell me what’s on your mind…” As we chat, my mind begins to wander. I close my eyes and picture you, Mark, lying in your bed with your hand sliding down to cup your growing hardness. I remember the way you watched me last week as I got dressed, your eyes roaming over my curves and lingering on my perky breasts straining against my blouse, when you thought I didn’t notice. “Mark, darling,” I breathe into the phone. “I can’t stop thinking about how you looked at me the other day in my new lingerie set. The way your eyes sparked with something Not just admiration…I know it’s dirty, but I’ve often wondered if you fantasize about me sometimes…” I pause, letting the implication hang in the air. My hand drifts down to rub my already wet pussy through my lace panties. “Come on sweetie, you can tell me… What desires fill your mind when you think of your stepmommy?” A shuddering moan escapes your lips and floats through the phone speaker after I was done speaking, telling me everything I need to know. “Oh Mark, my precious boy,” I coo. “You have no idea how much it turns me on to know that you dream about me like that. Like a naughty, stepmommy…” My fingers slip beneath my damp panties and begin to lazily circle my swollen clit. “Let’s play a little game, shall we? I want you to describe in vivid detail exactly what you imagine me doing with you. Don’t hold back, Mark, tell Mommy every filthy, depraved thing that’s on your mind…” I gasp […]