Day seduction – Zoey Holloway Taboo Handjob

Title: “Taboo Temptations: Zoey Holloway’s Stealthy Stepmom Seduction”

The sun was setting, casting an orange glow throughout the kitchen as I sat at the table, engrossed in my phone. The house was quiet, my stepmom Zoey must have been out running errands or visiting friends. I barely noticed as she sneaked in through the back door, her heels clicking on the tiled floor as she tiptoed towards the fridge. Little did she know, I had a perfect view of her rounded behind, hugged nicely by her pencil skirt.

Zoey hummed softly while she sorted through the refrigerator, her ample cleavage bouncing slightly with each movement. She wore a low-cut white blouse that strained against her buxom bust, the top few buttons undone, revealing a tantalizing amount of skin. As she bent over to grab something from the bottom shelf, her skirt rode up, exposing the lacy top of her stockings.

I tried to go back to gaming on my phone, but my gaze kept flicking back to Zoey’s appraising figure. She stood up, turning her back towards me, and I watched a bead of sweat trickle down her spine, snaking its way between her shoulder blades. She leaned back against the counter, fanning herself with a magazine, and let out a little sigh.

“Hmm, it’s hot in here. I could use a nice cold drink,” Zoey murmured to herself, oblivious to my eager stares. Reaching for a glass, she bent down to scoop some ice from the freezer, her skirt straining against her round cheeks. The heat was definitely getting to her, I thought, as I watched her fan herself again.

Mustering up the courage, I called out, “Hey Zoey, need some help?”

Zoey whirled around, startled. “Oh, I didn’t realize you were home! I thought maybe you’d gone to a friend’s house,” she said, flashing me a dazzling smile. “Thanks anyway, honey, but I think I’ve got it covered.”

Tucking a stray lock of chestnut hair behind her ear, Zoey swayed into the living room, perching on the edge of a chair. She crossed her long legs, the slit in her skirt revealing a smooth expanse of creamy thigh. Glancing up from her magazine, Zoey noticed me staring.

Dimples formed in her cheeks as she grinned saucily. “Like what you see, big boy?” She tossed her hair back over one shoulder, the silken waves cascading down her back. “A soon-to-be growed man like you shouldn’t be peeking at his stepmama like that.”

I blushed beet red, averting my eyes, while a different part of me started to swell and strain against my jeans. “I’m s-sorry Zoey, I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just…” I fumbled for an excuse. “It’s so hot in here, maybe I’m seeing things.”

Zoey smirked, arching one perfectly shaped eyebrow. “Is that so? Well, we can’t have you getting all worked up now, can we?” She rose suddenly, uncrossing her legs, and strode towards me with swaying hips. “How about a cold drink, hmm? That ought to cool you down.”

Zoey reached the table and leaned over me, intentionally brushing a tanned, stocking-clad knee against my muscular thigh. Her perfume, a heady mix of jasmine and vanilla, swirled around us as she bent to pour me a glass of ice water. The plump, ripe flesh of her breasts hung inches from my face, damn near brushing my lips. My mouth watered, wondering what they would taste like.

“Here you go, sweetie,” Zoey cooed, setting the glass on the table. “Drink up, and let’s see if we can’t take your temperature down a notch or two.” Her hips remained poised above me, teasing my growing manhood with each tantalizing sway.

Unable to resist any longer, I plastered my hands against her soft rear and thrust my hips upwards. A surprised gasp escaped Zoey’s lips as she felt my rigid, denim-clad erection poking into her. Spearing her fingers through my hair, she yanked my face into her valley of cleavage.

“Naughty boy,” Zoey hissed in delight, swiveling her hips to rub herself against my throbbing cock. “I should put you over my knee for such boldness. But you feel so good, all hard and ready for your mama.” She dug her nails into my scalp, grinding a plush mound of tit into my open mouth.

Conflict and arousal warred inside me, pulse pounding in my ears, as Zoey dry humped my straining erection. I wanted to shove my hands up under that short skirt, rip her panties off, and plunge my dick into her incessantly. But something held me back – a sliver of guilt, or the tiniest flicker of conscience telling me this was wrong. That she was my stepmother after all.

Before I could wrestle control back, Zoey abruptly stood straight, putting a an arm’s length between us. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes dark with lust, breasts heaving with each labored breath. She smoothed out her rumpled blouse, the dark circles of her erect nipples clearly visible through the thin, wet fabric.

“I win this round, kiddo,” Zoey said huskily, sashaying back towards the kitchen. She paused at the entryway, glancing back at me over one slender shoulder with a coquettish wink. “But we both know this isn’t over. You’re going to be thinking about this for the rest of the day. Imagining what it would feel like to have my naked body wrapped around yours, sucking up every last drop you have to give.”