SHAME4K. Angela MILF was caught on stealing and owned by friend’s stepson

The Shame That Bound Them Together

Angela MILF was a woman of expensive tastes and even more expensive habits. The 45-year-old Russian beauty had a penchant for luxury, from designer clothes to daily spa treatments. Her husband, a workaholic businessman, ensured she never wanted for anything material. But Angela’s insatiable appetite for the finer things in life ran deeper than her husband’s pockets.

So, it wasn’t a surprise when Angela’s best friend, Natasha, discovered her prized possession – a rare vintage diamond necklace – missing from its glass case. Natasha knew exactly who would stoop so low as to steal from her. Angela, the woman she once considered a dear sister, was the only suspect.

Natasha couldn’t bear to have the police sniffing around her business. Instead, she decided to confront Angela directly. She arrived at Angela’s lavish mansion unannounced, only to find the Russian beauty lathering up with some foamy soap in her expansive bathroom.

“Angie!” Natasha called out, her voice Lucia with rage. “How dare you steal from me? Do you have any idea how much that necklace meant to me?”

Angela remained calm, despite the mountain of guilt that threatened to topple over her. She was no stranger to theft and deceit. In fact, the excitement of the heist was what kept her young.

“Tasha, darling!” Angela cooed, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. You must’ve misplaced it.”

Natasha’s eyes narrowed to slits as she watched Angela’s naked body glisten in the bathroom’s warm light. The Russian beauty’s ginger bush was neatly trimmed and her heavy, sagging breasts were on full display, the water streaming down hercurvy body.

“I saw you last night, Angie. You were in my room, pawing through my jewelry box. I know you took it,” Natasha said, her voice trembling with anger.

Angela sighed, resigning herself to the inevitable. She stepped out of the bathtub, water droplets clinging to her aged skin. Her mature body wasn’t as taut as it once was, but Angela knew how to work what she had.

“Why don’t we negotiate, Tasha?” Angela purred, running a finger along Natasha’s jawline. “I’ll give you the necklace back, no questions asked. But only if you help me out with something.”

Natasha recoiled from Angela’s touch, but she was intrigued. The Russian beauty had a way of twisting words and bending people to her will. Natasha had to admit; she was curious to hear what Angela had in mind.

“Okay, I’m listening,” Natasha said, her eyes never leaving Angela’s.

Angela grinned, a wicked glint in her eye. “I need your stepson, Danny. He’s got a nice, thick cock and I’ve been dying to taste it. If you help me get my rocks off, I’ll return the necklace and we’ll pretend this never happened.”

Natasha was shocked by Angela’s audacious words. She may have been promiscuous in her youth, but Natasha had never considered being with a woman – let alone her best friend’s son.

“I…I don’t know, Angie,” Natasha stammered, her mind reeling. “That’s a lot to ask. Danny’s only 19 and…”

“I thought you wanted the necklace back,” Angela interrupted, her voice a seductive purr. “Well here’s your chance, Tasha. Help me out and you’ll have it.”

Natasha knew Angela would never let the necklace go so easily. But the thought of watching her young, virile stepson pound away at Angela’s experienced naughty holes sent a shiver down her spine. Maybe it was the forbidden nature of it all, but Natasha found herself nodding along to Angela’s words.

“Okay, Angie,” she whispered. “I’ll do it.”

Angela’s face lit up with triumph. She stepped closer to Natasha, pressing her wet, naked body against the older woman’s clothes. Natasha could feel Angela’s hard nipples poking against her, the water from the bathtub soaking into the fabric.

“Good girl,” Angela murmured, her hand drifting down to Natasha’s ass. “I knew you could be reasonable. Trust me, Tasha. This will be a ride you’ll never forget.”

Natasha wasn’t so sure about that. But she knew there was no turning back now. Angela had her right where she wanted her – naked, vulnerable and ripe for the taking.

“Okay,” Angela said, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Let’s go get your stepson and have some fun.”

Natasha followed Angela out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. The Russian beauty slipped on a skimpy negligee that did nothing to hide her curves. Natasha, on the other hand, felt out of place in her conservative blouse and pencil skirt. Angela flashed her a knowing smile, then led them out of the mansion and into the neighboring house, where Danny was staying for the summer.

Danny was lounging on the couch, a bag of chips in his lap and a video game controller in his hands. He barely glanced up when Angela and Natasha walked in, his eyes glued to the screen.

Angela cleared her throat, causing Danny to glance up. His eyes widened when he saw the two women, especially Angela in her revealing nightie.

“Oh, uh, hi Ms. MILF,” Danny said, sitting up straighter. “Hi Ms. Natasha.”

Angela sauntered over to the couch, her hips swaying. She perched herself on the armrest, one leg crossed over the other.

“Hey there, Danny,” she purred. “Natasha and I were talking about you. Have you ever thought about being with an older woman?”

Danny’s face turned beet red. He glanced at Natasha, who simply shrugged. Angela smiled, knowing she had him right where she wanted.

“Well, Danny, how about you come give your uncle’s best friend a kiss? I promise I won’t bite,” Angela said, leaning forward and puckering her lips.

Danny hesitated for a moment before standing up and walking over to Angela. He bent down, his lips brushing against Angela’s in a chaste peck. Angela, however, had other plans. She wrapped her arms around Danny’s neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, her tongue darting into his mouth.

Natasha watched in awe as Angela seduced her stepson. She couldn’t deny the electricity in the air, the lust that was palpable. Angela pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips.

“I knew you’d taste good,” Angela purred, her hand drifting down to palm Danny’s cock through his jeans. “Now, why don’t you get naked for me, sweetheart?”