Chris Lockwood sighed as he watched his father’s car disappear down the driveway. His friends had bailed on their 4th of July perved family party plans at the last minute, leaving him alone with his family. He slumped onto the porch steps, feeling the heat of the summer day seeping into his skin. The sound of fireworks in the distance only served as a reminder of the fun he was missing out on. Could he make that up with some stepson and stepmom entertainment?
“Chris, honey, why the long face?” Riley Jacobs, Chris’s stepmother, approached him with a warm smile. She was dressed in a red and white striped sundress that accentuated her curves. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, and her blue eyes were filled with genuine concern.
“Just not feeling it today, Riley,” Chris admitted, looking away.
“Well, how about we make our own stepson and stepmom fun? I saw some fireworks in the garage. We could shoot them off together,” she suggested, sitting down next to him.
Chris shrugged, “I guess that could be okay.”
Riley beamed and bounded off to the garage, returning a moment later with a bag of sparklers. She handed one to Chris and struck a match to light hers. As she waved the sparkler around, her sundress swung open, revealing her perky, bare big tits. Chris’s eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly looked away.
“Sorry, honey. I must have forgotten to put on my bra,” Riley said, trying to cover herself with her free hand.
Chris felt a mix of embarrassment and arousal. It was the first time he had seen his stepmother’s breasts, and they were impressive. He tried to play it cool, “It’s okay, Riley. No big deal.”
She smiled softly, “You know, when I was your age, I used to love the 4th of July. It was all about freedom and fun. Why don’t we make this day special for you, Chris? Let’s make some memories together.”
Chris hesitated, but the sight of her exposed breasts and her warm smile was enough to convince him. “Okay, Riley. Let’s do it.”
They spent the next hour lighting fireworks and laughing together. As the sun began to set, Riley suggested they take a break and get some refreshments. They sat on the porch, the night air cool and filled with the scent of fireworks.
“You know, Chris, I’ve always thought you were handsome,” Riley said, her voice low. “It’s a shame your friends aren’t here to appreciate it.”
Chris blushed, “Thanks, Riley. That’s nice of you to say.”
She scooted closer to him, her hand resting on his thigh. “You know, I think you need a little cheering up. How about I give you a little kiss?”
Before Chris could respond, Riley leaned in and pressed her lips against his. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but it sent a jolt of electricity through Chris. He kissed her back, their tongues meeting in a passionate dance. Riley’s hand moved to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.
“Mmm, you’re a good kisser, Chris,” Riley whispered, her breath hot against his lips. “How about we take this inside? It’s getting a little chilly out here.”
Chris nodded, and they made their way into the house. Once inside, Riley led him to the bedroom where she had been staying since she moved in with his dad a few months ago. The room was decorated in soft whites and blues, with a large bed in the center.
Chris swallowed hard, his arousal growing. “I don’t know, Riley. This is kinda weird, isn’t it?”
She smiled and reached for his hand, placing it on her breast. “Does this stepson and stepmom fun feel weird?” she asked, her voice a low purr.
Chris couldn’t deny the pleasure he felt at the touch of her soft skin. He began to massage her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple. Riley let out a soft moaning, her head falling back.
“That’s it, Chris. You’re doing great,” she encouraged.
Chris felt a surge of confidence. He leaned down and captured her nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Riley let out a gasp, her hands grasping his hair.
“Oh, Chris. That feels so good,” she moaned.
Chris continued to lavish attention on her breasts, his hands exploring her milf body. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, and he was intoxicated by her scent. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention as the first.
