The air in the house was thick with unspoken tension. Mom was out, and Isabel, my stepmom, was in the kitchen, ostensibly making dinner. But the way she moved, the way her lingerie peeked out from under her robe… it was all deliberate. Isabel Love knew exactly what she was doing.
"Come here," she purred, her voice a low rasp. I hesitated, drawn in by the forbidden allure of the situation. She gestured with a dildo. "I've got something that needs some attention." My pulse quickened. This stepmom JOI was intensifying rapidly.
She sat me down and leaned in close, her small tits pressing against my arm. Her eyes, usually bright and playful, were dark with desire. "I want you to touch yourself," she whispered, her breath hot on my ear. "Think of me. Think of this…" She held up the dildo, glinting under the kitchen light.
I began to stroke, slow and tentative at first, then with increasing urgency as Isabel’s dirty talk filled the room. "Faster," she urged. "Feel it, baby. Feel how good it is…" She moved the dildo in a suggestive way, the teasing driving me wild.
She started the cum countdown, each number a promise of release. "Five… feel that edge. Four… you're almost there. Three… just let go…" My body tensed, the pleasure building to a fever pitch. Two… one…"
I erupted, a wave of pure sensation washing over me. Isabel watched, her eyes shining with satisfaction. She leaned down and whispered, "That was good, wasn't it?" This was our secret, our forbidden pleasure. This badmommypov experience would be repeated soon enough.