My Stepmoms A Nudist
Title: A Naughty Lesbian Stepmom’s exhibitionism and seduction in this Nudist Malcolm Tells All!
In the scorching rays of the desert sun, nestled between rocky crags and sandy dunes, lies an oasis called Ranch de la Plage. This secluded nudist colony caters to the most exclusive of clientele – sun-seeking socialites, artsy hedonists, and kinky thrill-seekers looking to cast off their societal shackles and embrace the “truest” form of liberation: living one’s most uninhibited desires. As a mostly reputable member of Ranch de la Plage’s support staff, I always relished spilling its naughtiest secrets to ravenous readers eager to peek behind the colony’s carefully-maintained veneer.
Now, I must regale you lovely lewdlings with the most salacious secret of all: my carnal coupling and lustful lecherous indulgence with the titular character, none other than my own stepmother! You heard right, kiddos – just as daunted as you probably feel right now, I was when I first laid eyes upon Exhibit A, my stepmonster Susie.
It was probably closer to a quarter past two in the afternoon when she first strutted nude as a newborn babe into the villa I was responsible for maintaining at Ranch de la Plage. That’s right, my beloved stepmom Susie – fresh from one of her impromptu domestic dalliances with dear old Pops – found refuge within the tapestried halls of my desert den. And oh, what a sight she was!
Svelte, sun-kissed curves, just shy of resting atop full, girlish breasts that bouncing with each mincing stride like the litigation-fearing pockets of a Wall Street CEO. Everything about her – from the glistening sheen of sweat cascading over her Buddha belly, to the dewy bead of sweat droplets beading the areolae of those bouncing boobies, to the fluffy tuft of pubic hair carpeting her Venusian mound, all screamed the sexiest, most tantalizing welcome imaginable.
As if I were a doe-eyed fawn and she the prowling lioness, Susie sauntered closer, smoldering with abandonment and an insatiable hunger I hadn’t yet realized I shared. In sinuous, hypnotic motions, she slithered against me, her breathy whispers tracing along my neck…then my taut abdomen…
Then – oh my, then! Susie’s dainty digits conjoined my half-chubbed chub and grew my manhood to its full, magnificent potential! Her lips crashed upon mine as she mounted me with no small amount of animalistic enthusiasm!
What followed was pure, uncharacteristic bliss. Susie gyrated her hips in a maddening, mesmeric waltz, somehow not so much maxing out as the pain/pleasure axis as much as drawing the entire realm of erotic euphoria down to that very equation: unmitigated pleasure!
Seconds felt like eternity – seconds in which she, that siren, rocked her lithe body up and down in an urgent rhythm, her lips & hips gyrating in the kind of concerted, syncopated rhapsody only a woman such as herself might’ve known! Seconds that seemed to last an entire sunrise, only to be shattered by her impassioned, euphoric climax – and my own!
Spent, satiated, she collapsed across my chest, our bodies glowing and insistent with a hot, throbbing heat that seemed to emanate from her still-drenched core. And there we remained, for an unknowable amount of time… (I’m still not sure how long)…
Only later did I learn the full extent of Susie’s own personal accounting: her married life with dear-old Dad – while not completely devoid of intimacy – had left her aching for something more adult, something considerably more carnal. You see, she hadn’t anticipated the kind of deep, earth-shaking kind of erotic experience that comes from a place almost beyond words… nor had she ever expected to find it back in her step-son’s abode!
Deathly afraid she’d lose a husband if news of our affair were to reach even the most prurient of interpersonal circles, she swore me to secrecy in exchange for the occasional rendezvous. I agreed, of course…and with each carnal encounter that followed, we explored an endless treasure-trove of new carnal delights.
Sometimes I’d find her sunbathing on my private, vine-crested patio, her voluptuous frame underscored by the dappled, emerald tracings of sunlight that leapt from behind the villa’s robust foliage. Other times, she’d find me while swimming in the pool – the warm afternoon sun glinting from her eyes as it reflected from the surface of the still, azure water… As if pulled by some irresistible tide, we’d collide, she’d mount me, and our growing ritual would begin anew!
With each heated coupling, we explored a new region of the erotic map! From the floor behind the bar in the resort’s main lounge to the innocent kitchen counter from whence I served her mid-afternoon sweet treats, we ravaged each other like unbridled animals. If it was intended to winkle out and punish this sordid affair, it only served to heighten what had become the most unabating cycle of erotic hedonism imaginable.
In time, the cycle gave way to a deeper, more sinister feeling. Cold realization. For the first time, I realized the weight of what I was participating in: betrayal, no matter how carnal. Betrayal, if exposed, would shake the entire colonial system to its very core and compromise the resort’s entire existence. .
My decision, however, was already made the moment I first felt the heat of her silken womanly mound pressed against the quivering rigidity of my virile, young throbbing member. In a way, perhaps this entire affair – from my first winkling of the truth (or my first impassioned coupling with my nympho stepmom!) – began my transformation from the timid, boyish pupil Susie had known prior to our first coupling. .
Now, I had become her plaything – her lover – her confidant. And from that moment onward, I knew I was irrevocably changed. Of course, I also knew I was in on something so titillating and so sordid, the thought of cashing it in left me petering out. After all, Susie and I would never be “exes” in the traditional sense. Oh no, my lovely lewdlings. She and I had committed adultery against my father and made love to each other. Our story is one of forbidden flourishing in the face of terrible tradition…
