He never complained when Nora would empty out her feelings at him, or let off the pressure from a long day when she saw too many things that reminded her of Jean.
Charlie never complained. Not once.
“Could I ask you to do something for me?” Annette went on. “It’s a little weird.”
“Sure.”
“Could you...would you mind feeling how short they are? I just...I keep feeling like there’s something caught up right underneath the edge. Like some grime or dirt or something, but I know they’re clean. Could you feel for me?”
Charlie laughed. His broad, eighteen year-old frame was lean and ruggedly hard from years of playing lacrosse. “Are you serious?”
Annette nodded. Her hands were on his chest now, stroking up and down. Breasts, thick and round, were barely contained inside of her tiny half-buttoned sweater.
“Please? I need your help. You’ll help me, won’t you?”
The excuse was flimsy as anything. Surely, Charlie could see that. Surely he would see that Annette just wanted to take advantage of him like she had done to his father...wouldn’t he?
Think without your dick for once, Charlie!
Of course, when it came to Nora, Charlie had never thought with his dick. And how did she feel about that?
But Annette had already pressed her bum back against Charlie’s thighs, bending over slightly. The barely-covered crack of her denim-clad ass rubbed intently over Charlie’s crotch. Charlie, for his part, looked rather amazed at the entire situation. Annette was a one-of-a-kind beauty, and even if she was his stepmother, she was still drop-dead gorgeous. It was hard just to ignore that type of beauty practically begging you to touch it. It was especially impossible if you were an eighteen year-old male with no real attachments to any kind of girl in the world. At school, before they graduated last spring, Charlie had been notoriously single, despite every girl he came across basically drooling all over him.
Nora always held out hope that maybe...just maybe ...
“Annette, seriously. This is...I mean, this is a little weird.”
His hands floated over her perfectly tanned skin. Her golden hair was thick, like a soft blanket, and slowly his fingers sank down into the silken locks. Annette moaned just slightly in response.
“Why is it weird? I just want your help.”
“But you’re...I’m not stupid. You’re asking me touch your ass. And your nipples are hard. And the way you look at me...I’m not stupid.”
Another woman, confronted with her own lack of subtlety, might have fled from the scene. But Annette doubled down. She pushed her ass completely back into Charlie and then rose up from the hips, sliding her slender waist and back into his broad, muscled torso.
She giggled slowly. “You found me out. Such a smart man.”
Grabbing one of his hands and sliding it up her bare midriff, she began to tilt and turn into his hard body.
“I just think...I think you’re a really, really attractive young man.”
“Oh.” Charlie shifted slightly. “Thanks. I guess.”
He preened slightly. Nora had trouble not rolling her eyes. He preened .
“You look so much like your father. Like a younger, sexier version of him. You know?”
Annette’s hands slid Charlie’s grip upward, onto the soft balloon of her tits. They were real. Annette bragged about how they were so big, so buoyant and perfect, and yet still real. She did this at the dinner table, admonishing Nora for not showing off her own healthy bust.
“Oh...god.”
Nora's hands slid into Charlie's pants, wrapping tight around his bulging manhood.
“I want us to really get along on this trip, Charlie. I think that would be so great. I want you and to understand each other. You know? We’re family now.”
Nora couldn’t help herself. She had to stop this. It was...it was all so wrong. The way that Charlie’s head rolled back as Annette stroked him so urgently through his shorts. Annette’s tight, hot ass bouncing slightly with every
Charlie never complained. Not once.
“Could I ask you to do something for me?” Annette went on. “It’s a little weird.”
“Sure.”
“Could you...would you mind feeling how short they are? I just...I keep feeling like there’s something caught up right underneath the edge. Like some grime or dirt or something, but I know they’re clean. Could you feel for me?”
Charlie laughed. His broad, eighteen year-old frame was lean and ruggedly hard from years of playing lacrosse. “Are you serious?”
Annette nodded. Her hands were on his chest now, stroking up and down. Breasts, thick and round, were barely contained inside of her tiny half-buttoned sweater.
“Please? I need your help. You’ll help me, won’t you?”
The excuse was flimsy as anything. Surely, Charlie could see that. Surely he would see that Annette just wanted to take advantage of him like she had done to his father...wouldn’t he?
Think without your dick for once, Charlie!
Of course, when it came to Nora, Charlie had never thought with his dick. And how did she feel about that?
But Annette had already pressed her bum back against Charlie’s thighs, bending over slightly. The barely-covered crack of her denim-clad ass rubbed intently over Charlie’s crotch. Charlie, for his part, looked rather amazed at the entire situation. Annette was a one-of-a-kind beauty, and even if she was his stepmother, she was still drop-dead gorgeous. It was hard just to ignore that type of beauty practically begging you to touch it. It was especially impossible if you were an eighteen year-old male with no real attachments to any kind of girl in the world. At school, before they graduated last spring, Charlie had been notoriously single, despite every girl he came across basically drooling all over him.
Nora always held out hope that maybe...just maybe ...
“Annette, seriously. This is...I mean, this is a little weird.”
His hands floated over her perfectly tanned skin. Her golden hair was thick, like a soft blanket, and slowly his fingers sank down into the silken locks. Annette moaned just slightly in response.
“Why is it weird? I just want your help.”
“But you’re...I’m not stupid. You’re asking me touch your ass. And your nipples are hard. And the way you look at me...I’m not stupid.”
Another woman, confronted with her own lack of subtlety, might have fled from the scene. But Annette doubled down. She pushed her ass completely back into Charlie and then rose up from the hips, sliding her slender waist and back into his broad, muscled torso.
She giggled slowly. “You found me out. Such a smart man.”
Grabbing one of his hands and sliding it up her bare midriff, she began to tilt and turn into his hard body.
“I just think...I think you’re a really, really attractive young man.”
“Oh.” Charlie shifted slightly. “Thanks. I guess.”
He preened slightly. Nora had trouble not rolling her eyes. He preened .
“You look so much like your father. Like a younger, sexier version of him. You know?”
Annette’s hands slid Charlie’s grip upward, onto the soft balloon of her tits. They were real. Annette bragged about how they were so big, so buoyant and perfect, and yet still real. She did this at the dinner table, admonishing Nora for not showing off her own healthy bust.
“Oh...god.”
Nora's hands slid into Charlie's pants, wrapping tight around his bulging manhood.
“I want us to really get along on this trip, Charlie. I think that would be so great. I want you and to understand each other. You know? We’re family now.”
Nora couldn’t help herself. She had to stop this. It was...it was all so wrong. The way that Charlie’s head rolled back as Annette stroked him so urgently through his shorts. Annette’s tight, hot ass bouncing slightly with every
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