I could feel a huge orgasm coming. My pussy started contracting, massaging his cock."That's more like it," my mom said as she headed back up the stair....My stepdad was going, "Oh god, oh, god, oh god," real fast, but softly like a whisper."Don't you come inside me," I hissed.He stopped tickling and I stopped moving. We both stayed as still as we could. I felt the pleasure of a small orgasm spread between my legs. My nipples were so hard they hurt. His cock was twitching. But finally the crisis. I would lay back and sigh some nights at the gift of your love while others I would take you, still half asleep, attacking the depths of body until you would relinquish your physical rapture to my intrusion. Oh, and those Valentine’s when Kaitlin, off to visit her grandparents–as so often on our Valentine’s celebrations–when you would surrender once again to the carefree woman-child I knew in college, dancing throughout the house ecstatic in the joy of your own nakedness and that freedom to. I’ll be back in to help YOU clean up.” Clearly pushing her mother back inside and closing the door.She marches Mike to his car, “What are you doing?”“Huh?”“Don’t you see she’s leading you on? She likes you!”“I uh, I thought you would like it that we could see each other more.”She gives him that look again. Her mom calls out the door to come help.“I will deal with you later...” Jennie says sternly.“What did I do?”He drives off still perplexed.Ding! A text from her arrives. ‘Don’t you DARE date. Soon there was a knock at the door. I opened it and was disappointed to see that he had put a t-shirt on. “Oh, you put a shirt on.” I said. “I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” He answered. I pointed to the couch for him to have a seat and said, “Nonsense, it would have been alright. You looked comfortable and, well, natural.” He sat and I went for the coffee. I came back with two filled mugs in one hand, powdered creamer and sugar dispensers in the other. He had taken the shirt.