The next morning, I woke up late. I glanced at the clock, 11:30 AM. Shit, I'd overslept again. The house felt unusually quiet, no clatter from the kitchen or footsteps. Mallika must be out, I thought, my mind drifted back to yesterday's hand job at her bedroom door. My cock jerked at the memory, her slick hand, her whispers, fuck, that was awesome.
The kitchen was empty; however, there was a note on the counter: "Out for groceries. Back soon. - M." I smirked.
I was hungry, so I fixed a quick breakfast for myself: scrambled eggs, toast, and coffee. While I ate, my thoughts wandered to our teasing conversation. She'd joked about being my girlfriend, and I'd thrown out that criteria line. Why not make it real? I grabbed a notepad from the drawer and jotted down the list; my mind came up with the most erotic fantasies.
I was satisfied with the requirements I wrote:
1. Must wear outfits like a 21-year-old: tight jeans, crop tops, miniskirts, etc., stuff that hugs your curves and shows off that sexy ass.
2. Must be obedient and loyal to your boyfriend: no questions, just yes, baby, and whatever I want.
3. Must only wear thongs and throw out simple panties: I want to know you're always ready; it has to be a thong or nothing covering your pussy.
4. While in the house, you must only wear skimpy and slutty clothes: lingerie, micro skirts, tiny shorts, a bikini, or mini crop tops.
5. Must have an hourglass figure: full breasts, tiny waist, wide hips.
6. Must weigh under 60 kg
7. Must be lean and sexy, so I can lift you and fuck you against any wall.
I reread it, my cock hardening in my boxers as I pictured her complying with everything I wanted. Her voluptuous body slimming down into a bombshell of a Girl, like a Russian OnlyFans model with a Latina body, perfect, and ready to please a cock.
The front door clicked open just then, and Mallika came in with shopping bags. She wore a simple sundress that hung to her chubby frame. Her blue eyes lit up when she saw me at the counter.
"Hey, sleepyhead," she said with a warm smile. She leaned over to unpack, giving me a teasing view of her cleavage. "Miss me?" she said.
"Always, Mommy," I replied, my voice low and playful.
“What is this?” she asked. I slid the notepad across the counter.
"Remember yesterday? About you wanting to be my girlfriend? Here's the criteria."
She paused, wiping her hands on a towel, and picked up the list. She scanned it slowly, widening slightly at the more explicit demands. I could see her blushing, but she didn't look away; she bit her lower lip and said.. "Vihaan... this is quite the list."
"Wear like a 21-year-old? Obedient and loyal? Thongs only?" She glanced down at her dress, then back at me. Her eyes fell on the bulge in my boxers.
"And skimpy clothes around the house... you'd like that, huh? Seeing me walk around half naked, my ass peeking out?"
I stepped closer. "Hell yes. You want to be my girlfriend, this is the kind of girlfriend I like. Imagine it: you in a tiny thong, bending over to pick something up, knowing I'm watching." My fingers traced her shoulder, feeling the softness of her skin.
"But the last two... hourglass figure, under 60 kg. That's too much. How would I do that? I don’t work out. What do you want me to do? Transform this body for you?" She looked tense.
She set the list down. She seemed excited but serious, her blue eyes locked onto mine. "I agree to everything, baby. The outfits? Easy, I can shop for crop tops and minis that make me look young and sexy. Obedient? Loyal? You know I can be your good girl." She leaned in and looked at my lips.
"Thongs only? I'll throw out those boring panties right now. And at home, skimpy and slutty... I'll make sure you can't keep your hands off me. Everything is doable." Her hand hovered over my chest, teasing me.
"But the figure and weight...I'm 79 kg now. You want me to lose 19 kg, but I can't do that overnight. I'll have to join a gym, start a diet, and take a whole fucking transformational journey.”
“It is not gonna happen in a month, maybe a year, and I here’s what, I am ready for it, but what will I be for you for these years, huh baby?" she asked.
“You’ll be my friend with benefits till then,” I said, and she rolled her eyes in disappointment.
“Are you just going to use me like your dad just did? Just say it and I’ll be fine. Or are we looking into making this… uh… a meaningful relationship?” Her voice was calm, yet it carried a hint of worry.
“You said you can be anything I want?” I reminded.
“Yes, and I stick to it, but I don’t want to turn myself into a horny mistress,” she said with determination.
“You’re not my mistress.”
“Then what am I? That is what I am asking?” she sounded annoyed.
“Ok… I get it. So, can you please give me some time? It's only been one day, and I am still trying to wrap my head around things.”
“Ok. ok. That makes sense.” She was somewhat satisfied with my answer.
“So, you’re ready to do all this?” I asked.
“Just one question: what happens when someone else or your dad comes home? I can’t wear all this.” She said.
“In that event, you can be your usual self. This is for when we are alone in the house.” I assured.
“So, you ok?”
“Yes.” I grinned, pulling her closer. My hands slid to her hips, squeezing her thick ass cheeks.
"Sounds perfect. But you're doing this alone?"
She shook her head; her hands rolled over to my lean arms. "No. No. No. Not alone. You're tall, Vihaan, six feet. But you’re skinny, no muscle. If I'm transforming, so are you. Okay,” WHAT? I said to myself.
“You’re going to join the gym with me. Build some bulk, get those arms ripped. You have written here, Right! An hourglass figure, so you can… I am sorry… lift me and fuck me against the wall.” Her voice dropped to a seductive whisper, her body pressing against mine.
"We'll do this together, sweat side by side, you know. Motivate each other. You’re my gym buddy now,” and she laughed. I felt somewhat trapped in my own game.
"Fuck, how did I get myself into this?" I groaned, my cock fully hard now, pressing against her thigh through my boxers. "FINE! Let's do it. Our transformational journey starts today! Gym memberships, meal plans, let's get it."
And with that, she kissed me, a deep and promising kiss, her tongue teasing mine as her hand dipped lower, cupping my bulge. "Deal, boyfriend. Now, about those thongs... want to help me sort my drawer?"
I pulled back slightly, my hands still on her hips. "Not yet, Mommy," I murmured. "First, I need to return the favour from last night. That handjob...fuck, it was incredible. Now it's your turn."
Her eyes widened; a mixture of surprise and desire flashed across her face, but she didn't pull away. "What!!! Vihaan... here? In the kitchen?" she said.
"Yes! Right here," I said, my lips brushing hers in a tease.
"In broad daylight, where anyone could see if they walked by the window. Doesn't it make it hotter? My stepmom, all vulnerable and spread for me to play." I lifted her sundress slowly, revealing the white cotton panties beneath, and the sight of her full, chubby legs parting made my cock throb. I slowly slid my hand between her thighs, my fingers traced the cotton panties, while I softly rubbed her pussy from above, feeling the warmth radiating from her pussy..
She gasped, her hands clutching my shoulders. "Baby... oh God," she moaned softly, her body arching behind, making a curve as she leaned on the kitchen top. I forced her lips in a passionate kiss, our tongues danced together in a slow, erotic motion, tasting the sweetness of her morning coffee and the lingering salt from her skin. As we kissed, my fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties, to the heat of her pussy, rubbing her folds softly, circling her clit with deliberate, teasing motions.
“Ugh.. Fuck.” She moaned again. A chill raced down her spine. I could feel her shiver against me; her breasts shook with each breath.
"Mmm, yes," she whimpered into my mouth, while her hips grinded subtly against my hand.
"That feels so good, baby."
I broke the kiss, and a string of saliva came out of our mouths, dropping into her cleavage. I bit her earlobe and whispered dirty promises. "Your baby wants to see his Mommy cum on his hand, huh… Can you do that for me, Mommy?”
“Yes," she panted.
“Right here in the kitchen. Uhm… In broad daylight? I want your dirty pussy juice to drip down my fingers. Baby!”
“You're so fucking vulnerable like this, aren't you? Spread open for your stepson, Mommy. Moaning like a slut." Her moans grew louder and echoed in the kitchen.
"Yes, baby... make Mommy cum," she begged, her voice trembling with need.
And in the heat of the moment, I slid one finger inside her tight, wet pussy, feeling her walls clench around me, moving up and down, and then added a second, curling them upward to hit that sensitive spot, the G-spot.
“Fuck!” she screamed.
I pumped them in and out, slowly at first, building the rhythm, my thumb circling her clit in unison.
"Fuck, you're wet like a slut, Mommy," I growled, my free hand cupping her breast through the dress, and I pinched her nipples until she arched and made an “Ah…” Sound…
I held her face. "Look at me,” and I looked deep into her blue eyes, her sweaty face.
“Just like last night, when you stroked my big cock and made me explode. Hm… Now it's your turn, Mommy, cum for me, cum for your stepson, baby. Let me feel that dirty pussy squeeze my fingers, and flood my hand with your juice. Huh… Do it."
“Yes, baby, I am close.”
“Say, yes, son, I am close,” I commanded.
“Yes, son, I am fucking close,” she obeyed.
She moaned harder, her head falling back against the table, her chubby cheeks had sweat dripping down. "Oh God, Vihaan... harder, please... your fingers feel so fucking good inside me." Her hips forced against my hand, the sloppy sounds of my fingers plunging into her filled the room as I increased the speed. For what felt like an eternity or fifteen minutes of teasing, edging her closer, I kept the dirty talk flowing,
"Imagine Dad walking in right now, huh…seeing his wife getting finger-fucked by his son. You'd cum even harder, wouldn't you, Mommy?"
“Yes,” she said.
“Yes, what?” I forced.
“Yes, son, I would cum harder if your dad walked in right now.”
“You’re such a dirty whore, Mommy,” I whispered.
“I am a dirty whore baby, please make this dirty pussy cum… baby. Please…ah…” she moaned harder. Her body tensed, her breath coming in short. "I'm close... so close, baby..."
“I want you to come cum when I say three, okay, just like last night,” I commanded, and she nodded. I kept thrusting my fingers deeper, faster, harder.
"ONE…Build that edge, Mommy.”
“TWO… Hold baby, keep it in there.”
“And. THREE… Cum for me, Mommy. Cum for your son, Cum harder baby, cum. Cum. cum….”
With a shattered voice, she screamed in ecstasy, "Aahh, yes! Vihaan!" She came, her legs kept shaking, her pussy convulsed around my fingers, a tight grip that didn’t want to let go. As a gush of warm sticky juices coated my hand, dripping down my wrist. Her nails were digging into my arms as tremendous waves of pleasure crashed through her; her blue eyes were now closed, fallen in an erotic slumber.
I withdrew my fingers slowly, bringing them to my lips, scooping every drop of her essence. She watched me in ecstasy as I sucked them clean, one by one, savouring the tangy sweetness of her pussy. "Mmm, you taste fucking amazing," I said, pulling her into a gentle kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
To be continued…
