​It was Christmas Eve, and I couldn't help but feel a little mischievous. Especially since I had returned home from my first semester at college.

I had just stumbled upon my stepmother's collection of stockings, and I couldn't resist the temptation to give them a closer look. As I sifted through the silky-smooth fabrics, I heard footsteps approaching. It was my stepmother, a beautiful woman in her late thirties. Her green eyes filled with surprise and amusement.

"Well, well, well," she said, a playful smile across her face. "I see you've been snooping in my stockings, haven't you?"

I felt embarrassed, but my stepmother's tone put me at ease. She walked over to me, her hips swaying seductively, and ran her fingers through my hair.

"Don't be shy now," she whispered. "I can show you exactly how I like my stocking stuffed."

She circled the room in her tight red dress and high heels and seductively said, “I know what you’ve been thinking about. Was it the silky little lace stockings that caught your eye? Or was it imagining what I looked like wearing them? Either way, I’m not mad. I'm just curious how far your naughty little thoughts have gone."

My heart raced as she took my hand and led me to her bed. It was a luxurious 4-poster bed with an expensive duvet. She closed the door behind us and turned to face me, her eyes filled with a hunger I had never seen before.

"This Christmas, it's just you and me, baby," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Let's make it about us. Come here, baby, and sit next to me. Don’t be shy. I want to talk to you about all these naughty things you’ve been doing since you arrived home from college. Peeking, snooping, dreaming about me. It’s okay; I’ve noticed the way you look at me. The way your eyes linger when I walk into the room…”

My step-mom’s words seemed to drip out of her pouty lips as I stood mesmerized by her.

She pulled me close, her lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced as our hands explored each other's bodies. She ran her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer as our kiss deepened. I could feel her breath hot against my skin, and I knew that this was a moment I would never forget.

She broke our kiss and looked into my eyes, a mischievous glint in her gaze. She said, "Now, watch me slip out of these stockings… letting you see every inch of what’s been driving you wild." She laughed, reached down, and pulled her stocking off, her leg slender and smooth beneath the silky fabric.

“Mmm, you’d love to see me on my knees for you, wouldn’t you?" She said, “Taking you in my mouth, tasting every inch, making you moan for me. But you’ve been such a naughty boy, baby. Hmm..I think it’s time for a bit of punishment. How about I climb over and ride you until you can’t think straight?" devilishly laughing as she stared me down.

"Let's see how well you can stuff this," she said, her voice sultry and low. It was swallowed with yearning as I lay there watching her every move. My stepmother pressed her body against mine, and I could feel her heat through her clothing. She reached down and began to undo my pants, her fingers deft and sure. She pulled my cock out, stroking it gently as she looked up at me with a hunger that I had never seen before.

"I've wanted this for so long," she whispered. It gave me chills up my spine, and my cock grew harder and harder.

She sank to her knees, her lips wrapping around my cock as she took me deep into her mouth. I groaned with pleasure as she began to suck, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she worked me deeper and deeper.

"Oh," I moaned, my hands tangled in her raven-long hair as I held her close.

She stood up, her body pressed against mine, as she kissed me deeply. I could feel her nipples hard against my chest, and I knew that she was ready for more. Her breasts were large and ample, and I had yearned to have them in my mouth for what seemed like an eternity.

She pushed me down onto the bed, her body hovering over mine as she looked down at me with her ravishing emerald eyes. She reached down and began to stroke my cock, her fingers slick with saliva.

"I want you inside me," she whispered, her voice smoky and velvety.

She positioned herself over me, her bald and glistening pussy wet and ready. She sank onto my cock, her muscles tight and hot around me. I groaned with pleasure as she began to ride me, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles.

"Yes," she moaned, her head thrown back as she took me deeper and deeper.

She leaned down, her lips meeting mine in a deep, passionate kiss. I could feel her heart pounding against mine, and I knew this moment would forever stay embedded in our minds.

She broke our kiss and looked down at me, her eyes filling with tears. Her jaw clenched.

"I'm going to cum," she screamed, thrusting her hips in unison with mine.

I could feel her muscles tightening around me, knowing she was close. I reached up and pulled her closer, my hands tangled in her hair as I held her close.

"Cum for me," I whispered, my voice low. I was on the edge but waited for my step-mom to cum. It was challenging to keep from exploding inside of her.

She threw her head back, her body shaking with pleasure as she came, her pussy tight and hot around me. I groaned with pleasure as I felt her glistening cum, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave.

“Mmm, you made such a mess for me…baby. I guess Christmas came early this year. Don’t worry, baby…I’ve got plenty more stockings to fill,” My stepmom said as we lay there, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating.

It was a Christmas I would never forget, a tryst we would always share between only us.

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