GFE With Stepmom

She’s exotic, one of a kind. I had to stretch my imagination even to make love to her in my dreams. I dreamed of an amazing GFE (girlfriend experience).

After completing college’s second year in Dubai, I was eagerly waiting for my exchange to Atlanta, where I’d graduate in another 2 years. If I did well, I could land a $50k job in America.

I’m Baban (pronounced Bbn with both a’s silent). If you didn’t guess from my name already, I’m of Goan descent. My height is considered average here, only 5 feet 10 inches.

I’m fair-skinned, with 2-pack abs and sharp features from my father’s side. My typical town style dressing makes me stand out, attracting girls of my age easily.

My dad, 47, flies a 787 Dreamliner on international routes, earning a King’s ransom. Our duo, father and son, spent at least a few days together every month, mostly cooking or playing Xbox in our luxury apartment at Mirdif, Dubai.

Then I had to move out because dad remarried. Though our apartment has 3 large bedrooms, the new bride needed privacy. Also, I was already an adult, and my stepmom was only 30, making our relationship a bit awkward initially.

We met for the first time on their wedding day at the downtown church. A lot of dad’s colleagues were there, some along with their pretty daughters. I was getting along very well with those chicks, exchanging numbers, and flirting. When my whole world turned upside down.

The classy siren in front of me had made my heart skip a beat. Time stood still as I tried to assimilate her breathtaking beauty. They announced that my new mother was a senior flight attendant. Dad had been dating her for two years before he proposed.

I guess she accepted because of her age. The chances of hooking a ‘Prince’ were getting slim. Nonetheless, Halie was not from my league. Standing 5 feet 8 inches, with big hazel eyes, dark brown hair, sharply lined lips, and picture-perfect teeth (designed by some expensive cosmetic dentist).

I stood embarrassed, covering my huge erection with flowers that I never gave her. Born of a British father and north Indian mother, her every angle was carved, chiseled, and polished. She wasn’t voluptuous, but stats of 36-26-37 made her figure raunchy even in the modest wedding gown.

Wearing just 3-inch heels, she looked taller than most men present there. That night I saw her in my dreams, without a stitch of clothing. I woke up the next day with a wet patch on my boxers.

Eventually, after one year, my dad’s romance faded. My stepmom was already flying on a different route. At home, she’d be alone 3 days a week. So they asked me to return home for a few months before my move to the USA.

I settled down in the farthest room, skipping one in between the master bedroom and mine. There was a study room. But I didn’t bother going there. Since I had a computer desk in my room, I stayed holed up the entire day. Halie, my new stepmom, accepted me without any fuss.

She would make me a sandwich or an omelet every morning that was also her lunch. Dinner was usually a salad unless I made rice or pasta for myself. I couldn’t get enough of her. I stole glances wherever she did something in the living area.

One day she left early, asking me to put her clothes in the dryer. Waking up to her sultry voice, I got an instant boner. By the time I got showered, the wash cycle had been completed. I started grabbing everything from the washer and stuffing it into the dryer.

Then I found her sheer panty, attached to a skin-colored designer garter with suspenders. I tried to imagine Halie wearing the Azaria garter on her thighs and started rubbing my cock with it. In less than 2 minutes, I ejaculated heavily into it.

Rummaging through her clothes, I found its matching bra and saved it to fap later. My plan was to wash them together, but it failed miserably. Halie and Dad came and left at odd hours. Usually, if one is around, the other is out. So it was a surprise when Halie came home at 8 pm, probably due to a canceled flight.

I was infatuated to see her in uniform at least once, and that night my wish was granted. She was in a navy-blue, figure tight skirt with side slits till her thighs. She wore a white shirt made of thin material and a navy jacket, shaped around her narrow waist and perky boobs.

A gold stud in each ear, and a simple wedding band, dissolved into her skin color. The last piece was a hat on her natural shiny, uncolored hair. I stared at her, trying to store every detail in my memory. When she noticed me gaping, and laughed heartily.

She asked for my phone, and then standing with her arm around me took a couple of full-length selfies. Though her intent was good, this was almost like soft porn for me.

She changed into jeans and a t-shirt and then went straight to the washing machine. I was stuck in my room with her cum spattered bra and panty. She took her clothes from the dryer and thanked me without mentioning her lost undergarments.

That night I put them in the washer/dryer and left them there. This story repeated a few times before she caught me red-handed, throwing her panty to wash. “Ah, did it get mixed up with your clothes, no worries,” she said and walked away gracefully.

I felt ashamed of my indiscretions and apologized to her. She said it happens at this age. I should talk to her more often to get over my bottled up feelings. So I started spending more time in the living area. No matter what I tried, I would get a hard-on 3 times every day and retired to my room to masturbate.

She would see the tent in my shorts and control her smile. After three days, she got tired and asked me to take care of my erection.

Halie: I know you’re 20. But if your dad sees that boner, he’s going to send you away.

Me: I stay in my room if I get aroused.

Halie: Buy sex magazines, bring your girlfriend home, or watch porn, just take care of that thing.

Me: I’m doing all that. Still, I need to shag 3-4 times.

Halai (smiling): That’s a lot. You’ll hurt your cock

I hadn’t shagged since morning and got a solid hard-on just then.

Me: How many times do you suggest?

Halie: Once, if needed.

Me: Is two times ok?

Halie: Maybe. Why’s it always up?

Me: Um, I have a crush on you.

Halie: Aha! What do you like about me?

Me: Everything, your smile, hair, your pretty feet when you paint your toenails, your cute ass in the tight uniform

She went silent, stared at my boner then went about her business as usual. We didn’t talk much from then on. But I felt she was dropping little hints, enjoying the attention. She would sit close to me, showing her long neck without a single stray hair. Then touch up her lip balm or put her sexy legs on the coffee table.

Once, she came out of the shower, sat near me. Then turned around doing a hair flip, slapping me in the face with her damp hair. She would stand on a weight scale and ask me to read out her weight. One evening after supper, she came out in shorts and started applying lotion on her milky legs.

When I offered to help, she handed me the Shea butter and started watching TV. I took my time, going up from ankles to calves, massaging the lotion till her thighs. Amazingly, at 31, she didn’t have a gram of fat.

Her skin felt taut like rubber and smooth like silk, with the muscles supple like dough. When she didn’t flinch, I went all the way up her inner thighs.

The next day she started up my old Xbox and asked me to teach her. While playing, she held my hand. Then she stood behind me, put her arms around my neck, and brushed her hair on my cheek. I got a super-sized boner. So I called my girlfriend for a sleepover. After she left, Halie spoke to me.

Halie: You should call her more often.

Me: Sometimes, I don’t get a boner with her.

Halie (smiling): You and your boner!

She got dressed for work and checked her own weight, announcing 55.5. I looked at her incredulously, saying, “ I don’t believe it, you are so tall, the scale is broken.” She tested it with my 15 kg dumbbell, proving the machine accurate.

Then on impulse, she sat in my lap, asking my opinion and laughing. I put my palms around her round butt, feeling its softness. Then caught her narrow waist with both hands, pretending to lift her. She didn’t get up, saying.

Halie: Careful with my dress.

Me: I’ll iron it for you.

Halie: there’s no time, baby.

Me: Can we check your actual weight?

Halie: What do you mean? Oh!

Me: Ya, without clothes.

She slapped me playfully and got up, giving me an angry look. But her lips broke into a smile as she left. I closed my eyes and imagined her lithe body still in my lap.

After a few days, my girlfriend came unannounced, bringing gifts and candy for me. She told Halie it’s my birthday, so both of them made a cake for me. After sloppy foreplay, my girlfriend got a call from home and left hurriedly. Frustrated, I came back to the living room and sat at the table.

Halie: That was a super quickie.

Me: No, I didn’t do anything. She had to leave.

Halie: Oh, what now, you can call an Escort?

Me: You mean those high society call girls?

Halie (holding my hand): I’ll pay, baby.

Me: No, thanks. I wanted a Girlfriend Experience.

Halie: Aww, my birthday boy! Let me finish you, but…Shh!

Me: Mum’s the word.

Halie was wearing a pink satin cami and yoga pants. She kneeled in front of me and pulled my jeans down (along with the boxers). My 6.5-inch young cock jumped out, swinging in her face. She smiled, gently taking it in her stylish, manicured fingers.

I released her hairpin, letting her thick blunt-cut hair fall heavily to her shoulders. She stroked my cock up and down with her smooth hand and then kissed the tip of my cock with her juicy lips, sending an electric current through my loins. Enclosing my shaft in her mouth, she connected her tongue.

I shut my eyes, slithering deep into her warm mouth and finger combing her head. When I open my eyes, she was playing with an ice cube on my ball sack. Watching it shrivel, making the balls climb up. I closed my thighs around her silky head with my cock deep inside, touching her throat.

She dropped her tank top, letting me see her gorgeous hooters for the first time. They stood up proudly, filling 34D cups. A spasm passed through my cock, like a desperate attempt to grow bigger. My hands pressed her bust, rolling the beautiful pink nipples around my forefingers.

Halie’s eyes looked droopy like she was slightly drunk. Pushing me to the edge, she started tracing her face with my cock, touching it over her hair, ears, nose, and cheeks. Finally, she held my cock in her cleavage with her boobs pressed together.

I bent forward, holding her hair wrapped around my fists on both sides of her neck, and started sliding my dick in her deep valley. She looked straight up, asking me to cum in her tempting voice.

Halie: Shoot baby, cum on me.

My floodgates broke loose, just on hearing her. She capped my prick with her lips, collecting all the seamen inside her cheeks, simultaneously milking my shaft for last drops.

After I finished, she wiped her face with a tissue and spat the cum into the kitchen sink. Then came back to lick my foreskin clean, almost waking up my cock again.

I asked Halie for a lock of her hair for our friendship. She pulled out a thick lock from the back of her head, held it between my small bathroom scissors, and closed the blades. It was almost 16 inches long. She offered to braid it into a keychain for me.

Then standing behind the dining table, she dropped her yoga pants. Removed her lace panty and threw it at me playfully, saying, “You should always steal used lingerie, silly boy! Now good night. Oh, and it’s 55,” she said, stepping down from the digital scale.

That night I lay in bed with her panty over my face, smelling her sweat and dreaming about her thick triangular bush.

My dad matched his leaves with my mom’s for almost 15 days. I spent all day out with friends, only coming home to sleep. Halie and I only saw each other last day. She was leaving for Milan with dad, to celebrate their first anniversary.

She looked like a supermodel in a small black dress, with a 3 quarters overcoat and sexy French braid. For the first time, I saw her wearing full makeup, eye shadow, and dark lipstick. I kept my fingers crossed, hoping not to get an erection in those 15 seconds before the door closed.

I didn’t see either of them till midweek. Wednesday afternoon, I was watching football in the afternoon, when the door opened. I saw my queen in her uniform, but there was a change. Hair was falling in her cheeks on both sides, taking her angelic charm to sex goddess level.

Excited like a girl, she turned a circle to reveal her new haircut. Gone were her thick tresses, twisted and pinned under the hat. She had an ultra-sexy stacked bob. I felt trepidation, along with excitement, looking at my step mom’s transformation.

Me: Um, you left with a French plait.

Halie: Got it snipped in Milan (doing a scissor action with her fingers). Aww, did you like long hair? You’ll love this, see.

Saying, she took my hand and put it in her bobbed hair. I hugged her, with my nose rubbing under her ear. The feeling of short silky hair, smelling like sweet fruit, was euphoric. Out of compulsion, I kissed her neck and held her earlobes between my fingers. She took my face and pressed her sweet lips on mine.

I pinned her to the door, licking her mouth, and raised her skirt to the waist. She had her favorite garter lingerie. I pulled the side straps and let go one by one, making the elastic whiplash her ass, leaving red lines. She shrieked with pleasure.

I squeezed her boobs hard, making her gasp with her mouth wide open. Then went down on her pussy. Her dark bush was gone and leaving her cunt smooth as a baby’s ass. She had it laser treated to make it permanently bald. I put my tongue through the slit, making her hips sway like a slow-moving python.

I never felt her weight when she jumped and put her legs around my hip. I carried her easily to my bedroom and then peeled her clothes away. I mounted her in a sideways missionary position for drop penetration. My legs interlocked between her long legs, with our pelvic bones slamming.

I thrust my cock holding her garter waistband like a handle and ravaging her pussy mercilessly. We started making (passionate) love, like long lost lovers. I was shivering to cum when Halie stopped me.

Halie: Hold it, baby, don’t look at my boobs.

I closed my eyes, holding tight. She slowed down, rocking in sync with my strokes and bit my tits with her teeth, then restarted grinding in a slow rhythm, with the advice:

Halie: Look at me, baby, push harder, enjoy!

I kissed the insides of her wrists and elbows, rubbing her back, then licked her long neck. She pulled me close, rubbing her hardened nipples on my chest with circular motions.

I buried my fingers in her silky hair, locking the short strands with folded knuckles, and pulled her head to catch her upper lip in my mouth. Halie started cooing sweetly in my ear:

Halie: Fuck me, baby, crush me, fill my pussy.

Wave after wave of my sperm filled her cunt, till I couldn’t keep count of the sperm ejaculation.

Me: Halie, I love you.