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Killing my step mom's stress

Date: 11/21/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: kornslayer1, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

hands once again. "Don't worry, they will not bite," I told her, bringing her hands back to my breasts. "Let your panties get wet with your slick pussy juice. Maybe it'll be for just sexual reasons, but trust me, you will love it. Now kiss me," I suggested, leaning towards her slightly. She reluctantly leaned over towards me too. "I love you and hate you so much right now," she mentioned, just before her lips pressed onto mine. We kissed for about five seconds and her lips slowly came off mine. I felt my sexual juices beginning to boil. A smile came across her face. "That was weird, but I liked it," she told me, looking at my body again. "Can we do it again?" I pulled her on top of me and a make out session commenced as we wrapped our arms around each other. It lasted for over a minute, but then her lips abandoned mine. "Sorry, I can't do this," she protested, getting off me. "It's just unnatural," she said, as her feet met the floor and she walked five feet towards the closet. I got up off the bed. "You aren't cheating, my dad passed away three years ago. I'm eighteen now, so you have nothing to worry about," I made clear, before I started walking towards her. "You know I'll do anything for you, Stella. I love you," I wrote in stone, as I grasped her hand. No words dropped from her mouth for a minute as her head slanted straight down at my feet. Her hands jiggled a bit as her face came back up. I put my hand out to her. She took it. "Okay, I'm gonna trust you," she let ... me know, right before we ambled back to the bed. "Come on, let's get started and see where it takes us," I suggested, falling onto the bed, back first. She clambered onto the bed and lied down on the left side of me on her back. Sweat poured down from her head as her eyes continued to tour my body. I delivered a single kiss on her cheek. "Feel free to undress me, Stella. We both know you are dying to, regardless of what your mind is saying." She leaned up and looked at me. "Are you sure this won't screw up our relationship? We're already eight years deep into it and we live together. You know what I mean?" My facial muscles worked to display a smile. "Ah, Stella, we are more like girlfriends, only you are a little over twenty years older than me. I think our relationship has only soared since we've been alone and remember how you gave me a vibrator for my last birthday? So our relationship is rock solid, it'll survive one night of experimentation." She bit her lips with her eyes on me. "I hope you are right, I don't want to lose you," she muttered, climbing down towards my shorts. "You won't, I promise." She unbuttoned them and pulled them down. She took a look at my thong. “Isn't that my thong?” My cheeks painted themselves red and then she took my shorts and thong off completely. She held up the thong in front of her and examined it. “You are so lucky you are my step daughter," she warned me, just before she threw it on the floor. “I won't keep that in mind," I confessed, ...