step Mom only tried to make her step Son study

The story begins with a worried sigh escaping from the curves of Veronica’s plump red lips as she stared at her stepson’s report card laid out before her on the kitchen table. “C’s and D’s? How can this be?” She muttered to herself, her brow creased in concern as she ran a perfectly manicured hand through her long chestnut tresses.

Veronica knew she had to take matters into her own hands, as the young man’s father was often absent with his travels. She picked up her mobile phone and dialed a number. “Hey sweetie, Mom’s going to be home early today to help you brush up on your studies,” she said in a voice dripping with sultry insinuation.

As the sun began to set, Veronica pulled up to the driveway in her sleek red convertible, the engine’s purr echoing off the walls of the garage. She stepped out, her tall frame accentuated by the curves hugging her designer dress.

The door creaked open and she was greeted by her young stepson, Ethan. “Hey Mom,” he said, his eyes glancing at his phone, disinterested. Veronica smirked and crossed her arms, pushing her ample bosom up. “Want to hear about your new study plan? It involves me.”

She led Ethan to the dining room, her hips swaying. “First things first, let’s start with some…specialized lessons.” In one fluid motion, she peeled off her dress and kicked off her heels. “Like learning the alphabet.” She began tracing letters on her cleavage with her finger, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Ethan gulped, his gaze fixated on her every move. “There’s nothing like hands-on learning,” Veronica purred, leaning over with her breasts smashed together to symbolize ‘A’ and ‘P’ reverberating off the dining table. “And for ‘B’, I’m sure your bulge has something interesting to share.”

With his heart pounding, Ethan felt a flush of heat rise through his body as his little nub poked out between cupped hands. “Let’s take a break to cool down,” she plucked his hands away and led him to the bathroom.

Veronica turned on the shower, smiling at the sight of her young stepson’s nervous Anticipation. She lured him in with open arms, his nub now fully erect as she rubbed his privates. “This is not part of the lessons,” Ethan panted as he braced himself against the wall, the flow of water splashing against their bodies.

“Relax, sweetie, I’m just showing you how letters can turn into numbers,” she quipped, tracing her fingers down to his rigid member. “There’s an infinite amount of fun with ‘V’…”

Ethan gasped, his eyes fluttering as pleasure washed over him. “All these lessons are so that you’ll know how to appreciate a real woman,” Veronica husked into his ear, her voice honeyed poison.

She turned him around, running her hands over his wet skin as she pressed up against him. With the heat of her body, she could feel his barbs quiver against her bare skin. “Mom?” he stammered.

“You have to learn how to speak properly to your elders,” Veronica scolded playfully, snaking a hand between his thighs to fondle his tender young flesh. “Since you’re still struggling with words, let me demonstrate another… move. It’s called ‘C’ is for creampie…”

Ethan shuddered, biting his lip to stifle a moan. The room filled with the sound of sloshing water and heavy breathing, smothering any protests or pleas. His mother knew exactly how to guide him from innocence to experience, and he was helpless to stop it.

Guided by instinct, Ethan’s hand clasped her waist, attracted by the heat emanating from her skin. Her hips rolled and bucked, the sensation quickening his heart rate as he struggled to match her rhythm. The two of them moved in unison, one taking a step forward as the other stepped back, their bodies grinding in sync beneath the spray of the shower.

The steam billowed around them as they continued their dance, enveloping them in a cloud of warmth and intimacy. Veronica could feel the tension building, the heat of her stepson’s body pressing against hers, driving her wild. Her cries heightened, echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom with the sound of the cascading water.

Ethan’s breath caught in his throat as he felt his release approaching, the pressure building deep within him. Veronica’s touch, feather-light and electrifying, was guiding him to heights he’d never experienced before. With one final thrust, he spilled himself inside of her, his juices mingling with the water streaming over them.

In the afterglow, Veronica cradled Ethan’s face in her hands, her eyes shining with a mix of maternal pride and spiteful glee. “See? Stick with me, sweetie, and I’ll make an honor student out of you yet. Just remember, no telling Daddy about our special lessons. Our little secret.”

Ethan, dazed and satisfied, could only nod. He knew he was in for more “teaching sessions,” and for the first time, homework didn’t seem so bad. With his stepmother’s help, he was sure to ace every subject on the curriculum.