I hear myself stutter and I try to pull it together. I always stutter when I get nervous, “oh of course. but maybe another day?” Perfect, I kept it simple! Cherie turned her back to me and walked towards the hallway to my step-mother’s bedroom.
“Oh I have plenty of time.. Is this your mom’s bedroom?”
“Yeah. She notices if I go in there, I don’t know how she does it.” I hope Cherie takes the hint but she walks through the door and plops down on my step-mother’s perfectly made bed. My step-mom’s the type to iron her sheets, place the pillows just so, she’s a total neat freak. I cringe as I see Cherie’s bring her stilleto heels on my mother’s brushed satin duvet cover.
“Eww.. pink,” she sneers and shrugs, “I guess most women love pink.” Her eyes glance towards me, can she tell I am having a total panic attack? “The bed is comfortable though,” she shimmies her body under the covers.
“Woah.. hey!”
Cherie sits up on her knees, she pulls my body next to hers. Her perfect breasts pressed against my chest, her warm breath whispering in my ear, “have you ever fucked in your parents bed?”
I stutter, again.. I am so nervous, but so turned on, “no.. of course not”
“It’s so naughty, so hot. Let me show you.”
I can’t believe Cherie. Weren’t older women supposed to be mature and elegant? She wants to fuck me like some 18 year old hormonal teenager in my step-mom’s bed? “What’s into you lately?!”
She kisses me and all the frustration I had towards her melts away. She is a goddess. Cherie purrs, “I always wanted to turn a good boy bad” I laugh, she has me. I’m totally her’s. She looks at me with hunger, “Take off my clothes, fuck me like a dirty whore on your mother’s bed.”
Let Them Talk ep. 2
I’ve always wanted a girl that was crazy about me, but my girlfriend, Cherie is taking that to a whole new level. She knocks on my door and I was surprised to see her. Did I ever give her the address to my step-mom’s house? How does she know where I live? These thoughts run through my mind as she invites herself in. My step-mom is coming home in a couple hours and she used to hate it when I would bring friends over unannounced. I try to be polite and make a little casual conversation with her about the house that I grew up in, but she wanted to take a tour.
