My step mother and I have always been close. When she was left at a young age to bring me up on her own it was inevitable that I should be the one man in her life from then on…but I didn't realise how much she thought of me until one Christmas when she came to visit.

I had moved out a few months before into a flat I was renting, it was comfortable with enough room for me and any guests - my mother arrived looking immaculate as always pulling a small suitcase on wheels. She beamed at me and walked into the flat - her stilettos clicking on my wooden floor. She pecked me on the cheek and hugged me - her hand sliding down my back and brushing my hip.

I was studying ballet. My step mother had seen me dance many times and only once did she mention that my costume was very revealing after the performance - I played Spartacus and a lot of the time I was wearing only a loin cloth. But I shrugged it off with little thought of what was playing on her mind.

I didn't realise that she harboured deviant thoughts about me, never saying anything because I was her step son…but that was about to change.

We awoke on Christmas morning and wished each other well, the small tree had a few presents around its base - just for my step mother and me…and from my step mother and me. We opened most of them with the mandatory 'thank you's'. We had breakfast, took turns showering and dressed for the day. My step mother asked me if I could dress up in my ballet kit so she could take some photos and send to distant relatives - I agreed and went into my bedroom to change. 'Don't wear a shirt' my mother told me - she wanted to show my dancer's body off to them she said.

I came back wearing my ballet tights and dance belt, a little self conscious because of the large bulge my dance belt always gave me and being so close to my step mother. She looked very pleased when I came in and I saw her eyes drift down from my face to my bulge - she saw me notice and blushed. 'I'm so sorry, I didn't realise what a big boy you were'. I blushed at this and posed the ballet poses for the camera - stretching and putting myself into all kinds of strange positions at my step mother's requests.

I was just going to change again when my step mother asked me in a quiet voice if I could remove my tights. She was deadly serious and stared straight into my eyes. Without a word I gripped their waistband and started to roll the skintight spandex down over my hips, my mother sat there and watched my every movement, I could see she was enjoying this, her cheeks were flushed and she was biting her lip in anticipation.

I rolled the tights down slowly over my hips so she could see the waistband of my dancebelt and the tops of my thighs…down more so they sat around my thighs. I stood with my feet apart, feeling myself slowly growing inside the overly padded dancebelt - I was actually getting turned on by turning my step mother on! This embarrassed me but also excited me.

'Oh my, you have such beautiful body.' she said scanning my body. 'Please carry on.'

I continued to roll the tights off my legs and over my feet so I was just wearing my now very tight dancebelt, I pulled the waistband up and wriggled into it so that it sat high around my waist. 'You have no hairs on your legs' my step mother said. 'I have to have a full body wax in case some of the dance parts need it'.

I said. She smiled broadly at this and put her camera down beside her. 'Come here' she said. I walked over and stood in front of her, she put her hand o my chest and felt how smooth it was, running her fingers down over my tummy and around the small of my back.

'You will make some woman very happy one day.' she looked up at me and said. 'I blushed and told her I'd not found the right girl yet.' You mean you're still a virgin?' she looked surprised. 'Yes, I suppose...I'm quite shy'.

My step mother asked me if she could take some more photos with me wearing just the dancebelt purely for her own use. ' You have such an impressive physique and that dancebelt looks so erm…packed'. she said.

I stood in the centre of the room slightly shaking with anticipation. This was very freaky and I'd never seen my step mother like this before. She pointed the camera at me and asked me to do my stretches, I see her aiming and zooming in on the tight spandex as it stretched over my sex, I could feel myself growing again at her closeness.

'I'm going to show you what a woman's touch feels like, think of it as a special Christmas present'. She walked over to the bed and ran her long red fingernails down my chest and tummy. 'Looking at what you've got tightly packed inside there I'm guessing you are very well endowed'. She took my hand and walked my into the bedroom, she pushed me down onto the bed and told me to lie down.

My step mother sat on the bed next to me and scanned my body, she lowered her hand down and touched the waistband of my dancebet, her fingers moved lower and glided over the spandex. 'This is so smooth and very padded, can you feel my fingers through the material?' she asked me. 'I can and it's feels very nice'. I looked down at my step mother's fingers tracing the shape of my balls and my thighs moved apart instinctively. 'Can I take this off.' she motioned toward the dancebelt, I nodded slowly and felt myself soften inside the fabric at the thought of my step mother seeing my completely naked.

She gripped the waistband of the dancebelt, slowly pulling them down I could see the anticipation in her eyes. I felt the tight fabric move down further and then my semi-hard penis sprang out and flopped on my tummy. 'Oh my god, that so beautiful.' She pulled the danceable down my thighs and down over my knees and feet, dropping it on the floor.

'Your body is so smooth and 'that' looks delicious'. she pointed to my penis as it grew and throbbed and hovered above my lower chest. She reached down and ran one long fingernail down its length, taking her time to watch me trying to control what was definitely going to happen. I could feel the uncontrollable throbbing, the dull ache in my groin and then the hot liquid gushed out of my penis, thick globules of white salty fluid covered my chest, shoulders and even spattered on my face.

My mother didn't seem surprised, she knelt on the floor next to my naked body, she placed one hand on my hair and stroked gently and the other on my thigh, caressing it's smooth skin. 'That's a shame, I was hoping to have a little more time with him.' she glanced down at my softening manhood. She stood up and took my hand, 'I think we need to give you a shower' she said.

I was filled with repulsion and ecstasy of what the coming hours may bring.