My Stepson Had Some Friends Over so I Had to Entertain Them — Part One
I turned around and faced the boys. Grabbing the hem of the nightshirt, I lifted it to my navel, giving them a perfect view of my white panties, then continued to dance with a big smile on my face.
“God, Mike, your stepmom gave me a serious boner!”
Standing in the hallway, with my ear to the wall, I was eavesdropping on my stepson and his friends.
“Is he really talking about me?” I wondered as my hand moved down below my nightshirt, to my panties, and I gently rubbed my crotch as I continued to listen.
“Yeah,” said John, “You sure could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra!”
“Was she even wearing panties under that short nightgown?” asked Alan.
“Yeah, I could see her panty lines,” replied Shaun.
“That’s what she always wears to bed,” said Mike, my stepson. “Last night when she bumped into me in the hallway, I even felt her tits.”
I’m Lisa, thirty-nine, tall fit, with auburn hair and a great pair of tits. I try to keep myself in good physical condition so I exercise daily and take pilates classes. I’m happily married to Mike’s dad but somehow my stepson’s teenage friends, who all turned eighteen earlier this year, started to appear more and more in my sexual fantasies. At first, I felt guilty about having these harmless fantasies, but over time, those guilty feelings completely disappeared, as the fantasies increased in frequency and the scenes that I played out in my mind because more debauched.
Now my thoughts of these teenagers occupied more and more of what little time wasn’t taken up with my job, marriage, housework, and other increasingly monotonous chores. Maybe if my husband was home more, maybe if I had some fulfilling hobbies instead of just working out, then maybe I wouldn’t have even started having these fantasies. But now the fantasies of being used sexually by Mike’s friends became my favorite source of escape from my dull life.
I can’t say I was sexually interested in my stepson, even though one day Mike caught me changing in the bathroom. His eyes immediately locked on my tits and I think he might have gotten a glimpse of my shaved cunt. That’s when I started increasing the stakes, bumping into him accidentally and pressing my breasts against him. Everything was quite harmless at first, but now I felt the sexual tension between us was rising to dangerous levels.
And things were working out well with Mike’s friends, too. I thought I had caught a couple of them looking at my breasts a little too long on a few occasions over the past couple of months, as well as admiring my long legs in my shorts this past summer.
None of the boys would likely be considered handsome. They were a group of quiet, average, maybe a little too nerdy, high school seniors and I saw no indication that any of these boys were dating or being chased by the girls. But at my age, I would be thrilled to fuck any of them.
Alan had grown into an attractive young man and was passionate about sports, John was a dark-hair shy boy, a little heavy, and wore glasses but was a nice and polite kid. Shaun on the other hand, was the most attractive. A handsome blonde boy, with blue eyes, he was Mike’s best friend and the most outgoing one in the group.
“Her legs are about a mile long, bro!” exclaimed John.
Listening to these young men talking about my body turned me on so I slowly slid my hand inside my panties, finding my moist slit.
“Do you think she’s asleep?” Shaun asked.
“No, let’s wait a while until we’re sure she’s sleeping,” Mike said. “Then we can see if we can find Amelia’s Onlyfans account.”
Why, those horny, naughty teens. Thinking of no excuse to stop them from having some fun, I decided I heard enough and went straight to my bedroom and crept into my bed. Under the covers, I slid my panties down off of my ankles and slowly encircled my clit with my middle finger.
Suddenly, the bedroom nightlight went out, and there was an alarming silence in the dark. A slight uproar from the boys in the next room told me that the power was out all over the house! Damn, I can’t even have a moment to myself.
I found my panties and pulled them up in the dark then felt my way to the bedroom door, and down the stairs into the kitchen, where I found a flashlight. Some of the boys were already stumbling through the house, looking out the windows.
“Wow, look how dark it is!” exclaimed John from a window.
I approached him from behind and looked out the curtain with him. I felt his warmth and took the opportunity to press my left breast firmly into his right shoulder. John didn’t move or speak.
“Looks like the lights are out all over the neighborhood,” I said and noticed that John was rubbing his shoulder back and forth against my breast.
The contact shot a wave of adrenaline through my body and I shuddered.
I broke away from him and went to the basement where I found two battery-operated camping lamps and fortunately, they were still charged so we at least had some light in the living room. As the teens gathered around me, I wondered how much they could see of my thin, short nightshirt, in the dim light.
“Well, looks like we’ll have to wait for the power to come back on,” I announced, assuming a parental tone.
“Lisa, let’s get the fireplace going,” Mike suggested and I agreed.
It was getting pretty chilly and I didn’t have to look down to know that my nipples were rock hard and the looks I was getting from the boys only made them harder.
“Good idea,” I responded and tried to find a match or a lighter.
As I leaned into the fireplace to start the fire, I felt my short nightshirt rise and knew I was exposing half my asscheeks and my white panties to the boys. Aroused by the thought, I simply leaned in farther, bending at the waist, and making sure that a good percentage of my ass was on display.
Now there was only one other problem remaining. Without electricity, there was no TV, video games, or computer so the teenagers were bored. I made my way to the kitchen, hoping that the radio would also be charged, and to my surprise, it was working. I scanned the FM frequency and soon found a cool station. At least we had some music now.
“Boys, guess what? You’re stuck with me until the power comes on,” I said, making my way back into the living room and standing between them, perfectly aware that they didn’t mind having me around after I heard their previous conversation.
Also, the fact that they could see my braless silhouette, through my thin nightshirt, was definitely a plus.
“What should we do now?” I asked.
As the boys sat around me, discussing what to do, I sat on the sofa, bouncing my knees up and down, causing my thighs and breasts to giggle. I spotted several of them looking at my long, bare legs, and staring at my crotch, trying to look up my nightshirt. I subtly opened my legs a little so they would see my white panties and leaned forward crossing my arms, causing my cleavage to heave up out of the top of my nightshirt. Encouraged by the gawking of all of the boys, including Mike, I spread my knees apart even farther, my nightshirt creeping up even higher, thinking how “lucky” I was to spend the night alone with my stepson and his friends. My fantasies were coming true! Overdriven by lust, I decided to take advantage of this fortunate situation.
“Who wants to dance with me?” I asked.
No one volunteered.
“Come on, someone should dance with me. Alan, how about it?”
“I, uh, I don’t know how to dance,” Alan mumbled.
“Oh, it’s easy. Come here, I’ll show you.”
I grabbed him by the hand and hauled him upright. Then I took his left hand with my right, put my left arm around his muscular torso, and proceeded to give him a dance lesson. As soon as he got into a rhythm with me, I drew him closer, pressing my body against his and I felt his erect cock press into my thigh.
The other teens watched for a while and then began talking amongst themselves. Alan and I danced away from the fire, and into the darkness. I slid both of my hands down his back and rested them on his firm ass cheeks. Slowly, he moved his hands down my back and allowed the tips of his fingers to touch the top of my ass. With no objections from me, his fingers slid further down over my ass and squeezed my cheeks through the thin material of the nightshirt.
By now everyone noticed the mutual ass groping as I rested my head on Alan’s shoulder. When the song ended, I released him from my grasp and suddenly there were plenty of volunteers to dance with me.
Mike wanted to dance with me next. As soon as he came to me, he reached for my ass. My horny stepson slid his right hand down farther, over the back of my bare thigh, and then slowly up under my nightshirt, getting a good feel of my ass cheeks. I responded with a quiet moan and he grew even bolder and slid his hand under my panties, squeezing my bare ass. I felt his hard cock pressing into my crotch and rubbed myself slowly against it. The others watched as their friend was groping my ass, and I noticed Shaun and Alan started rubbing their cocks through their shorts.
The next song was John’s, and he eagerly slid both hands up under my nightshirt and panties, massaging my ass cheeks just as his friends did before him.
Shaun volunteered to dance with me next. He followed his friends’ lead and wasted no time getting his hands on my bare ass flesh. He squeezed my cheeks firmly, then slowly massaged them, his hand circling my mounds, his finger flitting over my ass crack. He gently pulled the thin string of my panties from between my ass cheeks, and played with it up and down, before sliding his hand as far down as he could. I felt his fingertips graze over my puckered hole, and rest just before my slit. Shaun then slid his right hand up my side, over my nightshirt, and under my arm. He pressed his palm and thumb against the side of my left breast. Still getting no resistance, he moved his hand until his thumb found my erect nipple. He ran his thumb over my hard nipple for a second and squeezed his whole palm over my breast. I sighed as he massaged my breast. I turned my head and kissed him on the lips, moving my left hand down to his side, and sliding it over his hard cock. I slowly stroked it through his shorts.
And then, the next song started, Sex Bomb by Tom Jones. Oh, God, this was it! I pulled myself away, pushed Shaun onto the couch, and started dancing by myself. I gyrated to the music, closing my eyes, trying to forget the circumstances. I wear my long, auburn hair in a bun, and as I danced I unpinned it and let it fall, whipping my head around to flair out my long locks.
Slowly circling my hips, I stalked provocatively toward Alan, who looked absolutely terrified, and, standing inches from him, I lifted my nightshirt until my white panty crotch was exposed.
Next, I moved to stand in front of Shaun, the little prick that fueled my sexual fantasies and dared to slide his hand into my panties. I placed my left foot firmly in his groin and spread my legs. From the feel of what was under my foot, he wasn’t a little prick at all, he was quite a big one, just like I imagined. He sat mesmerized, staring at the crotch of my panties, which considering were just pulled up and down, did little to conceal my sopping pussy.
I turned my back to the boys and wiggled my hips back and forth to the sound of the music. Looking back at them, I saw them watching me shake my ass so I put my hands on my sides, and slowly slid my nightshirt up until my ass was exposed.
“Alright,” Shaun cheered.
“Yeah! Go, Mrs. Santos!” the others joined in, whistling and shouting.
I turned around and faced the boys again. Grabbing the hem of the nightshirt with both hands, I lifted it to my navel, allowing a perfect view of my white panties, then continued to dance with a big smile on my face, throwing in every sexy little move that I could think of.
Slowly, I rolled the hem up higher, exposing my whole abdomen. Dancing with my hem nearly up to my breasts, holding the material out, I was starting to expose the bottom of my breasts.
“More!” I heard Shaun and Alan shout.
“You want to see more?” I asked.
“Yeah! More!” all of the boys, even my horny stepson, shouted.
“Ok, then!”
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