Im Sharing A Hotel Bed With My Stepmom 18 Min

“Sharing a Hotel Bed with My Stepmom: A Cautionary Tale”

The hotel room was dimly lit as I lay in bed, staring at the familiar yet distant figure of my stepmother, Riley. She was clad in a sheer black negligee that barely concealed her voluptuous curves, and a pair of lacy stockings that accentuated her toned legs. I had to remind myself that this was just a fantasy, a kinky exploration of a taboo desire.

I had always had a thing for Riley, but I knew it was wrong to feel this way about my own father’s wife. She was a MILF in every sense of the word, with her ample chest, shapely rear, and sultry green eyes that seemed to promise untold delights. But I wasn’t the only one who had taken notice of her charms.

Earlier that day, I had arrived at the hotel to find them already checked in, their bags scattered across the room. Riley had greeted me with a warm hug, her breasts pressing against my chest as she welcomed me to the family vacation. My father had been called away on business, leaving the three of us to our own devices.

As the night wore on, the tension in the room grew palpable. My stepbrother, Jack, kept stealing glances at Riley’s cleavage as she leaned over the dinner table. I, on the other hand, couldn’t take my eyes off the way her negligee rode up her thighs with each movement.

Finally, as we retired to the bedroom, the inevitable happened. Jack made his move, pulling Riley into a passionate kiss as she tried to push him away. I watched in stunned silence as they tangled together on the bed, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies.

Riley’s protests soon gave way to moans of pleasure as Jack’s fingers found their way beneath her negligee. I felt a surge of jealousy as I watched them, knowing that I could never have her like that. But then something unexpected happened.

Riley broke away from Jack’s embrace and looked directly at me, her breathe coming in heavy pants. “Come here,” she whispered, crooking her finger at me.

I moved toward the bed as if in a trance, feeling Jack’s glare boring into my back. Riley pulled me down beside her, her hand sliding up my thigh. “I know you’ve been watching me,” she purred, her fingers finding the bulge in my pants. “I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

I groaned as she stroked me through the fabric, my hips bucking forward involuntarily. Jack was forgotten, my entire world narrowed down to the feel of Riley’s touch and the hungry look in her eyes.

“You want me, don’t you?” she breathed, releasing me only long enough to tug my shirt over my head. “You want to fuck your stepmom’s tight little pussy.”

I couldn’t deny it, not now that I was finally getting my chance. I reached for her, my hands roaming over the silky fabric of her negligee as I captured her lips in a searing kiss. She tasted like honey and sin, and I couldn’t get enough of her.

We tumbled back onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and moans. Jack was forgotten, his presence in the room fading as Riley and I lost ourselves in each other. I explored every inch of her body, my hands and mouth worshipping the skin I had dreamed of for so long.

When she finally wrapped her hand around my cock, I thought I would die from the pleasure. She stroked me slowly, teasingly, her thumb swirling around the head as I bucked against her grip. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and with a final thrust, I came hard, spilling my seed all over her waiting fingers.

Riley laughed, a throaty, satisfied sound that sent shivers down my spine. She brought her fingers to her mouth, licking them clean of my semen as I watched, my eyes glazed with lust. “Mmm,” she purred. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

I lay there, spent and satisfied, as Riley cuddled up next to me. Her hand rested on my chest, her nails tracing idle patterns on my skin. I knew that this was a moment out of time, a fantasy that could never be repeated. But for now, it was enough.

As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that this memory would stay with me forever, a secret shame and a delicious thrill. I would never forget the feeling of being tangled up with Riley, of finally having a taste of the forbidden fruit that had tantalized me for so long.

But as I slowly regained consciousness, I realized with a start that it had all been a dream. The hotel room was empty, save for the tangle of cords and wires that made up the camera setup. I had fallen asleep with the video still playing on my computer screen, and the images from my imagination had merged with reality in my sleep.

I sat up with a groan, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. It was just a fantasy, I reminded myself. But even as I tried to shake off the lingering sense of guilt and shame, I knew that I wouldn’t forget it anytime soon. After all, what’s life without a little excitement? A little daring?

As I began to pack up the equipment, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. Maybe it was time to start living out those fantasies for real. Maybe it was time to stop being a good boy and start being a little bit bad.

And who knows? Maybe next time, the dream would become a reality.