New Stepmom Sets a Trap Pt. 01

Darla awoke horny and a little frustrated; the former was normal, the latter was not. She had been looking forward to having some time with her new husband to help welcome Josh, but David had informed her last night that a last-minute work trip had come up and he'd be leaving the next day for more than a week.

"What about Katie?" Darla had asked. "And what about helping Josh get settled? We had our whole plan..."

David admitted that the timing wasn't ideal but he wouldn't be gone too long. Besides, everyone was going to be busy getting settled and he wouldn't be much help. "A big celebration with all of us when I get back," he'd promised. "You'll just have to slow down your approach with Josh for the time being."

Darla wasn't sure how much slowing down she'd be able to do, although she was proud that she'd held her ground the night before, convincing Josh that nothing sexual would occur between them. It would make her games more exciting, more forbidden.

She lay in bed, idly stroking her fingers across her labia, seeking inspiration. She was not gonna fuck Josh, she reminded herself — other plans were in motion for that, even if they might be delayed. But she couldn't resist teasing him to the edge of the line and probably over it.

She hopped out of bed, and grabbed a T-shirt to pull over her breasts. It was barely a shirt at all. Theoretically it had been cut off below the curve of the breast, but for a woman less busty than Darla. On her, it barely covered the bottom of her areola, revealing some serious underboob. Across the chest, in lettering of sparkly glitter, was written "Princess." She looked in the full-length mirror to take in the effect. Her nipple rings were barely peeking out - she swayed back and forth to see if the shirt would ride up to reveal them. It would. Perfect.

On the bottom, she wore only the barest g-string; a tiny black triangle framed her pussy, while threads of fabric joined around her waist and between her legs. It was incredibly sexy, but could she get away with feigning innocence, walking around like this? She headed down to the kitchen, hoping Josh wasn't awake yet.

Coffee was already made, but Darla would pretend she was serving Josh this morning. She looked around — what could she be in the midst of doing when Josh walked in? What was her best angle?

When she heard loud, teenage-boy footsteps coming down the stairs she made a quick decision: face down, ass up. She tossed a coffee scoop on the floor, then bent over to pick it up, providing Josh with a surprise as he entered the kitchen. Darla knew that the strap of her thong would disappear completely between the globes of her ass, and that for a brief second, Josh would think her naked. It thrilled her.

"Good morning Josh!" Darla trilled casually as she stood, holding the coffee scoop in triumph - as if to add evidence that she was on an innocent mission. "You want some?"

Josh stood stock-still, mouth agape. "I'd love nothing more," Josh managed as he drank in the vision before him.

After their talk last night, Darla had promised not to play games with Josh, not to tease him. But if she were to stand on her tiptoes to reach a coffee can on a shelf she could already reach anyway, in order to feign making coffee that was already made, and Josh were to notice how her calves flexed and her thighs stretched and her butt just looked oh-so-delectable in that position, who could blame him for looking? It was a gymnast's ass. It was the ass that a great sculptor would create as a monument to carnal desire.

And who could blame Darla for lingering, reaching for that high shelf, dancing on her toes, knowing that her entire back side - slim waist, jiggling buttocks, flexing thighs and taut calves - was giving a full performance to Josh, but also that her tiny crop top was riding up, well past her nipples now. Her tits were completely exposed, and Josh knew it but couldn't see them from behind. It flared his imagination even more and he had to sit down on a stool to try to hide his now-full erection.

Darla finally managed to pour two mugs, and tugged her shirt down before turning around to offer one to Josh. "Penny for your thoughts?" Darla held a mug out toward him and he took it.

"I was just wondering something," Josh admitted.

Darla had a mischievous look in her eye, delighting in how the fabric of his basketball shorts strained against its seams.

"What were you wondering, Josh?" she asked.

"I was wondering if you do a lot of squats."

Darla burst out laughing and Josh joined in. "Aw, you're cute," she said, enjoying that her hours in the gym continued to pay off. "And yes, I do, but I think my real secret is yoga. You'd be amazed at the benefits."

"I think I'm already amazed at the benefits," Josh responded playfully.

"Cheeky boy." Darla took her coffee, turned on her tiptoes and left. She desperately wanted Josh to spank her ass on the way by, to claim her as his own. The image was so vivid to her, she thought she could feel the sting of his hand on her cheek, and she imagined the way her flesh would ripple at the impact. Her pussy started to throb, and Darla got an idea.

"Speaking of yoga, you'll have to get yourself breakfast - I'm on my way to practise now." The exercise room was between the master bedroom and Josh's room. This was an opportunity for Darla to put on a show, and she knew exactly what she needed to wear for it.

To find what she was looking for, Darla had to dig into the back of her drawer - neither item was in high personal rotation, since they were completely unfit for public use, but each was perfect for the display of unfettered teasing she was about to unleash. She slid her black thong down her thighs, then whipped the crop top over her head. One hand held up the tiny yoga bottoms she'd found, and the other brushed across her already damp pussy.

The yoga shorts were light grey and far too snug on her, but for this morning's purposes they were perfect. Besides, she loved the feel of too-tight clothing pressed against her flesh: leggings, booty shorts, cocktail dresses - anything that made her feel encased, Darla found incredibly sexy. The cotton/lycra blend of the shorts also made them disturbingly absorbent - and revealing - and any sign of sweat became immediately visible as a darker stain on the fabric.

But it wasn't sweat that these shorts were absorbing this morning. Darla slipped them on - they felt so good, hugging and compressing her upper things. She tugged hard to get them on over her ass and only succeeded halfway. Two more good tugs and they finally popped over her glutes. Lifting one leg, she took in the effect in her full-length mirror - her pussy might as well be cast in plaster, so clearly outlined in grey fabric were her labia. Already a telltale dark spot appeared between her thighs - her wet pussy was already on its way to soaking her shorts, exactly as she intended.

On top would be a white sports bra that she had also removed from circulation for reasons of public decency. The garment itself was fine - sturdy straps built to support her substantial chest, to keep the girls from flopping about during exercise. The problem - she surmised it was due to her endowments as much as a design flaw - lay with a small zipper between the boobs. As long as it held securely at the top, all was well, but if it loosened at all, it would slowly unzip until the clasp would give altogether and her tits would spring out like a naughty, bouncy jack-in-the-box.

She'd discovered this during a yoga class without any men in attendance, and not only received a supportive hoot and holler from the other women, but her pussy got an enthusiastic tongue-lashing in the locker room later from the yogi who ran the studio.

Darla was keen to deploy this deadly duo of sexy inappropriateness on poor young Josh, who'd naively taken to heart that his hot stepmom would leave him alone and not agitate the stew of hormones in which he found himself nearly drowning. She headed to their in-home gym room.

Josh tried to put Darla's little breakfast display out of his mind - perhaps he was reading too much into his stepmom merely being comfortable in her own home. After all, she'd explicitly said just last night that there would be no more teasing and flashing, now that they were "related."

On his way back to his bedroom, he passed the open door to their home gym and he didn't know where to look first. The floor-to-ceiling windows provided an incredible view of Darla, on all fours on her yoga mat, stretching and flexing her spine in ways that spoke directly to Josh's teen hormones. Up went Darla's head and out shot her cleavage, straining against the sports bra. Up went Darls'a ass and stiff went Josh's cock as he drank in the view before him.

Down went Darla's head and she arched her spine in an upward slope. She lifted her whole body up off the mat and stuck her ass straight up in the air. She peddled her feet, flexing her legs in a downward dog pose. Josh imagined ripping those shorts apart and thrusting himself inside his stepmother.

He stared closer between Darla's legs: was there a hole in her shorts? This was too much! Wait no, just a spot - a dark, wet spot between her legs that, as he continued looking, grew imperceptibly larger. He was barely aware as he reached between his legs and gripped his erection.

He was now standing directly in the doorway to the gym, not hidden in any way by the shadow of the hallway. His stroking began to pick up speed as he watched his stepmother, who had clearly noticed his presence. Her breathing grew more shallow, her movements and poses were more pronounced, focusing on thrusting chest and flexing buttocks. And she avoided looking anywhere toward the door while stealing glances at Josh's hard cock in the mirror. Josh failed to realise that what he could see in the mirror, his stepmother could as well.

Pretending to relax into the end of her routine, Darla folded herself onto her yoga mat in child's pose - feet and ass pointed directly at Josh, forehead down on the mat and arms outstretched in front. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat - she looked like a professional mister had come through and decorated her taut muscles with perfectly placed moisture droplets - and Josh felt an orgasm approaching.

He just wanted to get a few strokes off - he would dart off to his bedroom to finish momentarily, but for now, he just couldn't walk away. The spot on Darla's shorts had grown further, and he knew it was from her spreading wetness. It fascinated him.

Darla was breathing heavily in her resting pose and her left arm was clearly moving back and forth. Josh saw that she had her fingers between her legs - he could see two, no three digits exploring under the fabric of her shorts. She moaned, and Josh unconsciously began to stroke faster.

Impatient at having to steal glances at Josh in the mirror from an awkward position, and feeling her own orgasm's rapid approach, Darla flipped over onto her back and looked at Josh, then down at his throbbing cock, then back. He froze, his hand gripping his cock but no longer stroking it. Her fingers resumed her ministrations over her pussy, and her breathing grew shallower. He joined her in self-pleasure, not thinking about where this was going - or indeed, where his cumshot would be going.

Darla reached up and pulled the zipper of her sports bra ever so slightly, releasing a little pressure off her tits, which strained against their confines. Her hand returned to her pussy, knowing she'd set off a sexy time bomb, and she started to work her clit directly, intent to come in front of Josh, to perform for him.

Her shorts remained on - she thought hiding her pussy would be hotter - but the bottom half were now almost completely soaked in her juices. Her tight shorts pressed her fingers into her labia, exciting her even more. She frigged at her clit with abandon and cried out while Josh thrashed at his cock in response. She arched her back at the intensity of the feelings that were coursing out from her core.

Josh couldn't do anything but open all his brain receptors to as wide an aperture as possible, taking in everything before him to parse out in painstaking detail in a thousand masturbatory sessions to come. His hand worked his cock almost involuntarily as he watched his new stepmom bring herself to orgasm right in front of him. Her shorts were soaked with her desire and her breasts strained against—

Suddenly, Darla's zipper popped. The two cups of her sports bra flew apart so quickly and dramatically that an imaginary "boiinn-oinnngggg" sound should have accompanied them. In that instant, Josh was picturing painting those incredible tits with his cum; when they popped forth, he'd believed he'd willed it with his mind.

And then he was gonna cum. Josh clamped his fist down on the base of his cock, hard. He should make a beeline for his bedroom but he couldn't tear his eyes away from Darla.

For her part, Darla couldn't stop staring at Josh's cock, and when her bra popped open, she could see that he was right on the brink. He held his cock pointing straight up in the air, as if gravity was going to steal his cumshot from him, and the throbbing head of his cock grew even more purple. A steady stream of pre-cum had made the underside so moist; a small, clear river ran down his fingers.

Darla gave in to her orgasm, falling back on her yoga mat and working two fingers in and out of her pussy. A small puddle appeared on the mat beneath her — the stepmom taboo just added to her love of being watched and her legs quivered and shook for close to a minute while she rode the waves of her erotic high.

When she opened her eyes, Josh was still frozen in the doorway with a hard grip on his erection. Darla rose to her knees and moved in Josh's direction. She was covered in sweat, her tits were exposed to him and her shorts were a soaking testament to failed promises of chastity. It was by far the hottest thing that Josh had ever seen.

From a kneeling position, Darla looked up at her stepson standing over her. "Oh Josh," she said innocently. "I've made a mess!"

She reached for the hand that gripped his cock and moved it away without touching his penis. His member twitched rhythmically like a metronome, bounce, bounce, bounce, and she could tell he was right on the edge, right where she wanted him.

She moved as if she was going to take him into her mouth, but at the last second, she stuck out her tongue. Darla was very fond of what she liked to think of as the penis's g-spot - on the underside of the cock where the shaft meets the head was the frenulum. And for most men, it was incredibly sensitive, especially if they're already on the brink.

Darla swept her tongue back and forth across the underside of Josh's cock while she looked up at him, mouth open.

Josh exploded instantly. Two huge ropes of cum shot across Darla's face, along her forehead, between her eyes and across her nose. She pulled back from Josh's spurting member, grabbed it in one hand and started stroking rapidly while she aimed the rest of his load at her exposed tits. Josh came for what seemed like a full minute, completely glazing his stepmother's upper body in jizz.

"Oh Josh," Darla said innocently when he was finally spent. "You've made a mess too!"

Without another word, Darla stood up and bounced down the hallway leaving Josh standing in the hallway with his shorts around his ankles.

When Josh made it back to his bedroom, he saw a text from his father. Family meeting tonight at dinner.

During dinner that night, David and Darla flirted openly, and Josh watched as his father ran his hands up her bare bronze arms, pushing a spaghetti strap of her little black dress back onto her sculpted shoulder.

"Is this about you going away?" Josh asked his father finally as the meal came to a close. "It's cool — I'm used to it, and I've got school starting next week so I'll be pretty busy." Josh made eye contact with Darla, who smiled back at him. He didn't want to admit to any feelings about spending time alone with her.

"It's just a week, ten days tops," David responded. Under the table, his hand caressed his young wife's upper thigh. They had made up from their spat about the trip, but David looked forward to some more making up soon. "But that isn't what we wanted to talk to you about."

"We want you to be comfortable living here," Darla started. Josh was nervous about the "we" they'd both started using - he assumed that his father had work-related business to relate.

"Josh, Darla and I have been talking about it, and although it wasn't part of our initial plan, we think it's best if Darla's daughter comes to live with us as well."

"Darla's daughter..." Josh struggled to process this information.

"Yes Josh, you have a stepsister now," his father continued. "She's gonna be here this weekend. It's gonna be super fun for you to have a sister I'm sure. Darla can fill you in on the details. Now I hate to cut this short but I have to leave first thing in the morning and I'm keen to spend some quality time with my bride." With that, David stood and lifted Darla up in his arms, carrying her dramatically from the room.

"A stepsister."

Josh mulled over this information sitting on the couch staring blankly at something on TV. He still didn't have a better read on Darla's age - how old could her daughter be? Josh wasn't keen on having a six-year-old underfoot all of a sudden. Would he be able to handle having some preteen wanting to tag along with him to the mall or something? He had no choice but to take his questions with him to bed.

He passed the master bedroom on the way to his room, and Josh would have been very interested in what was happening beyond those doors at that very moment.

His stepmother lay spread-eagle on the edge of the bed, completely naked. Between her legs knelt his father, who was doing two things with equal gusto: licking Darla's pussy and encouraging her to continue with the story she was telling.

"Then I came in my shorts while he watched me," she said between moans.

"But you didn't fuck him?" David asked.

"No darling, I didn't fuck him yet," Darla answered. "I really wanted to but we promised that we'd leave that for Katie."