Stepson Tricks Step Mom with Fake Snakebite – Jane Cane

Title: “Step-son’s Lewd Trick and Stepmom’s Sweet Revenge: A Cane Family Rogue’s Gallery”

Once upon a time in Sunny Shores, Florida, lived the dashing and debonair Donald Cane, his good wife Diane, and his strapping young son Danny. Donald worked long hours as a snake oil salesman, while Diane was kept busy caring for the household. Their son Danny, however, was kept busy with mischief.

One fateful afternoon, the young rogue had an epiphany: his nubile young stepmom Diane was always kowtowing to his travels. Always making his favorite dinners, doing his laundry, and even ironing his skivvies. Danny devised a scheme that would make her bend over backward – literally!

One evening, as Diane was humming a tune while folding his underwear, Danny crept up behind her and startled her with a loud, “BOO!” Her reflexes sent her tumbles across the laundry room, landing with a thud on the cool tile floor.

“What the devil, Danny boy?” she groaned, massaging her bruised bottom.

“Ohoho! Guess what I’m gonna do to you, sweet stepmom – I’m gonna give you something that’ll sting like a bee!”

Before she could protest, Danny had rubbed his “huge, throbbing snake” on her plump rear. Diane yelped in shock, her mind reeling with a thousand questions. What was this boy playing at?

“I’ll have you know I have reason to believe I’ve been bitten by a… a giant anaconda!” Danny rambled, stroking his serpentian appendage. “I need the… counter venom treatment. In your mouth. Now!”

Diane was dumbfounded. But something in Danny’s wild eyes made her fear for his health. Maybe he was in shock? In a daze, she parted her lips, feeling the warm, solid sensation slowly slither over her tongue.

Danny reveled in the warmth and tightness of his stepmom’s mouth. All his years of squiring after her, watching her lips curl around straws and lollypops. And now, at last, they were wrapped around his mighty manhood.

As he thrust into Diane’s surprised throat, he imagined all the other naughty things he wished these luscious lips did. The ways she moaned and suckled, serviced and swallowed. Bless him, he was in heaven.

Diane was spitting and sputtering, trying to catch her breath around Danny’s girthy snake. She slapped weakly at his bare bottom as he humped her face with abandon. Whatever he was on about, she had to play along to save her him from whatever literal snake poison coursed in his veins.

“Ungh ungh MOMmy it’s… nnngh… it’s really working!” he moaned, matching each thrust with a new superlative. “Oh HELL yes, you p-practically SUCCUBUS!”

Diane squirmed and flailed, tears springing to her eyes. But her son was popping off faster than she could gasp for air. Her throat was filled with what she prayed to God was venom.

As his release blinded his sight, Danny felt his whole body prickle and tingle like worms beneath his skin. His shoes filled with scalding jets, his pockets burst with confetti, his shirt collar soaked up a cartoon tidal wave. He shuddered and shivered, unsure if he would live or die.

Worried she’d done permanent damage, Diane laid flat on her back in the laundry room, flinging detergent packets like grenades. It took her long minutes to breathe properly again. That boy would be the death of her yet! But she couldn’t help cracked up by the whole sordid event. Stepping over rotten towels, she stumbled up the stairs to the bathroom. That boy wasn’t the only one who needed to clean up his messes.

As she dabbed ointment on her abused lips, she vowed revenge. What better than to get him back tenfold? Next time that scheming serpent would be on his back, and she’d be the one extract the venom. Fair and square!

Her colluding mind considered each scenario – him in her bed, on her couch, the floor. Heck, interacting with him was such a temptation she stopped the shenanigans cold turkey! For that boy needed to reconsider the fruit of his loins before his stepmom needed more salve.

But oh, those silver-eyed rogues knew where to exploit her weaknesses best! whether it was cooking for him, hugging him, seeing him down on his luck, or leaving them be, she was forever treading a dangerous tightrope. One that could crumble beneath the weight of foolishness or flip Bryan upside down in a tower of twisted vapor at any moment!