Anissa Kate, a voluptuous brunette in her late thirties, with piercing blue eyes and a curvaceous figure, perfect for some sex with stepmothers, had been trying to connect with her new stepson, Jimmy Michaels, for months. Jimmy, an 18-year-old with dark hair and striking green eyes, was a typical teenager, moody and distant.
One afternoon, Jimmy was moping around the perved family house, and Anissa decided to approach him. “Jimmy, honey, is everything alright?” she asked, her voice soft and concerned.
Jimmy sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s just… it’s hard, you know? Having a new mom and all.”
Anissa nodded, understanding his sentiment. “I get it, Jimmy. I really do. But I want us to be a family. Can we maybe find a way to get along?”
Jimmy shrugged, not meeting her gaze. “Sure, maybe.”
Anissa took a chance. “Would it help if we got to know each other better?”
Jimmy finally looked up at her, his eyes lingering on her ample cleavage. “Maybe,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Anissa smiled, taking his hand. “Let’s start now. Tell me about your day.”
As they talked, Jimmy’s phone buzzed with a message. He quickly picked it up and turned away. Anissa, intrigued, noticed that he had left his phone unlocked. She saw a notification from an unknown number, with a picture attached. Curiosity piqued, she picked up the phone and opened the picture. It was a steamy selfie of her, taken from her social media. She was wearing a low-cut top, her breasts barely contained.
Anissa felt a mix of shock and amusement. She looked at Jimmy, who was now blushing furiously. “Jimmy, what’s this sex with stepmothers?” she asked, her voice stern but not unkind.
Jimmy looked at her, his eyes wide with embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry, Anissa. I didn’t mean for you to see that.”
Anissa put the phone down, her mind racing. She knew how important it was to Jimmy’s father that they got along. She decided to play along, for now. “It’s okay, Jimmy. I understand. But let’s keep this between us, okay?”
Jimmy nodded, relief evident on his face. “Thank you, Anissa.”
Anissa leaned in, her voice low. “But Jimmy, if you want to get to know me better, maybe we should do it in person. Not through pictures.”
Jimmy looked at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Like… like what?”
Anissa smiled, her voice sultry. “Like this.” She leaned in, her lips brushing against his. Jimmy was frozen for a moment before he responded, his lips moving against hers.
Anissa deepened the kissing, her tongue exploring his mouth. She could feel Jimmy’s hand on her waist, pulling her closer. She broke the kiss, her breath ragged. “Let’s go somewhere more private,” she whispered.
Jimmy nodded, following her to her bedroom. Stepmom and stepson closed the door behind them, the air thick with tension and desire.
Anissa turned to face Jimmy, her hands moving to the hem of her shirt. She pulled it off, revealing her lacy bra. Jimmy’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of her perfect, round breasts.
“Like the sex with stepmothers that you see, Jimmy?” she asked, her voice a purr.
Jimmy nodded, his voice hoarse. “Yeah.”
Anissa stepped closer, pressing her breasts against his chest. “Then come and get it,” she whispered, her hands moving to the button of her jeans.
Jimmy didn’t need to be told twice. He reached out, his hands cupping her breasts, squeezing gently. Anissa was moaning, her head falling back. “That’s it, Jimmy. Squeeze them,” she encouraged.
Jimmy did as he was told, his fingers finding her nipples through the lace of her bra. He pinched them, and Anissa moaned again, her hips grinding against his.
“Take it off,” Jimmy said, his voice demandingly.
