*Looking for female role player to play Maria for the following story*
Hi my name is Jaden and I'm currently an 18 year old high school senior.I have blond hair and electric blue eyes along with fairly tanned skin, and I stand at roughly 5’7 feet tall and weigh in at an astonishing 230 pounds of pure chiseled muscle as a result of me taking part in sports and krav maga classes. I am quite the looker but believe or not, I was never any good with girls; I’ve always been the shy guy.
I lost both of my parents to hurricane Katrina in New Orleans back in 2005. Maria Cordova, my mother’s childhood friend and my godmother, immediately took me in as her own son and flew me to live with her in Boca Raton, Florida. At that time she held a good administrative position in the school, and enrolled me there, where I currently attend today. My stepmother Maria is a firm and dominant woman, who radiates authority around the house and in my school campus. She is very ambitious, and managed to work her way to the top, becoming the current principal of my school.
Let me tell a little more about my 39 year old foster mom: She is the true definition of an exotic Hispanic bombshell. She doesn't look not a day older than 29. She has a curvy and busty figure any woman would die for, with skin tone of a nice, light caramel color.She had the face of an angel, with perfect full lips and beautiful hazel eyes. Her straight waist-length black hair reminded me of an ancient Egyptian princess;she often wore in a high ponytail with fringe bangs across her forehead. Despite her strong Hispanic heritage she held a resemblance to Priyanka Chopra, the Indian star actress.
However, she suffers of chronic halitosis- meaning she constantly had bad breath. If you have ever smelled a tonsil stone then my mom definitely had an entire mine of them in her mouth. Her breath is so potent that it can easily pollute an entire room the moment her lips part and it can be smelled even if she chewed the strongest mint. Mom’s ace card against her flaws was probably her exotic beauty and sexual attractiveness -her beauty itself seems to divert any negative thoughts and opinions from males towards her strong odor and convert them into thoughts of pure lust. I myself have also fallen victim to her beauty's effect as well.
Let me tell you of an incident that happened with her, that ignited that lust. It was 9:00 at night. Since I had spaced out in my room for most of the afternoon, I decided it was the appropriate time for a snack after all that schoolwork. As I was making my way through the living room towards the kitchen I noticed that Maria was just arriving home from work. She was with someone on the phone, probably one of her co-workers from school. She was wearing her usual business attire, her blouse buttoned all the way up, in a very professional manner.
“I sent him a confirmation email,” Mom said as she walked by me, leaving a trail of her bad breath lingering around . My nose flared as I inhaled her arousing and intoxicating bad breath. She continued about her phone call as she made her way to her room, not even acknowledging my presence.
Maria is more of a woman than a mother. She is foreign to the act of showing motherly love and affection. Although she took me in and provided me a very financially secured life, she lacked any true maternal instincts when it came to forming any kind of bond with me. Whenever I saw her coming home from her office all I would get is a half- hearted “hi sweetie’ from her as she walked past me- never even a hug or kiss. She was either busy with her career or busy with her booty calls even on my birthdays. I could never understand why she was so distant and foreign towards me. Every time I ever made an attempt to approach her,or give her a hug or a kiss she would always coldly rebuke me. Why was she so cold? Her parent’s wealth provided her with a lavish lifestyle and top notch education. I always wondered why she bothered taking me in in the first place, because I was sure she did not do it out of love for me. Did she do it out of loyalty or sympathy towards my biological mother?
It wasn’t until half an hour later that my mom called for me. I obediently answered, quickly leaving my room to spot her just outside her own bedroom, at the end of the hallway. But something else caught my eye too- the top four buttons of her business blouse were undone. I was able to see what looked like a hint of smooth,white, satin material showing through her gaping blouse. Her left hand seemed to be gently tracing the tip of her fingers along the side curve of her right bra-clad breast in an up and down motion as if caressing it. Her hand dropped from her breast as she noticed me.
"Jaden, be a sweetheart and head down to the pharmacy and bring me a box of tampons," said Mom, with firm authority in her voice. Her rank breath polluted the space between us. .
I had trouble making eye contact with her due to the tantalizing gap on her blouse that revealed an inch or so of her bra-covered right tit. Mom’s tits were low and naturally saggy, and the bra she wore was made of a flexible synthetic material of both latex and satin that allowed her breasts to remain that way. I was really being turned on by the sight of her tit and the way she had caressed it with the tip of her fingers. The odor of her breath only intensified the experience . I wanted to get close to her, to enjoy her presence or at least have an excuse to hug her and kiss her, but suddenly I remembered that my mom is not the loving and cuddling kind of woman. She is very strict and demanding of her personal and intimate space,especially the way she was looking right now. Any attempt to approach her will probably result in a very cold rebuke.
"The pharmacy receptionist knows what brand I like, so make sure you ask him, and you better not bring me the wrong brand!" she warned me coldly. She pointed towards the door with her hand, and the gap in her blouse opened up, exposing more of her bra-covered breasts. I nodded, and turned away slightly. What happened next however caught me off guard- as if in a trance-like state, she dipped her left hand into her gaping blouse and pulled her bra clad right tit out. It was so beautiful the way it sagged and bounced like a pendulum. Her erect nipple pushed against the delicate material of the bra that currently hid it from view. Just by the size of the 3 inch tent on her bra I could assume that her nipple could easily be as long and thick as my thumb if fully exposed. I continued to stare at Mom’s tit with my peripheral vision, not even bothered by being bathed by her bad breath. Her left hand suddenly reached down towards her right tit again and began to repeatedly deliver light slaps against it at a moderate pace. The sound of her hand smacking the soft and heavy wad of round flesh was mesmerizing. Mom must have acted subconsciously since she was far too engaged rebuking me. She would certainly never touch herself like that in front of me. Either she was truly unaware of her actions or she didn’t care at the moment since there was quite some distance between us either way.
“ Jaden! Go now!” Mom commanded coldly, as she still continued to touch her tit. The powerful pheromone enriched odor of her breath lingered well penetrated in the air the moment she spoke. It was amazing how her breath was able to reach my nose and pollute the entire hallway when she had just spoken almost twenty feet away from me. Fearful of her catching me staring at her breast I proceeded to do what was asked of me without question while trying to control my painful erection. After returning home from the pharmacy and dropping off the tampons on the counter I dashed to my room and furiously masturbated to the thought of my mom for the whole night.
For a the past few days I couldn’t stop thinking about my foster mom, or the accidental exposure of her female blessings or at least the bit I was able to see of them. Everything about her was just too arousing to bear. The way she looked, moved, spoke and smelled drove me insane. Even her graceful radiance of dominance and authority made her more irresistible.
Then a few nights later I was sitting on the couch in the living room reading an online guide on testosterone building on my phone when I heard the rattling of keys and the voice of my mom on the other side of the front door. She had arrived home. At that moment I remembered telling her this morning I would be hanging out with some friends at the bowling alley for the afternoon but I never specified at what time I would return home. I really wondered what she would do if she thought she was home alone, considering her tendencies to wear her blouses half unbuttoned when she felt safe and secure in her own intimate personal space like when she was alone in her office in school (in accordance to the glimpses I would steal of her the few times I ever dared to walk by her office). Immediately I dashed to a to a spot that would hide me from view as she walked in. She wore her usual business attire that consisted of a royal blue high collared button down blouse and a perfect fitting pencil skirt. However this time I noticed she had the top two buttons on her blouse undone and and her hand was already at work with the third button.
“Listen, just deal with it- why do I have to do all the work? Do I have to manage everything around there?. Mom said with irritation coating her voice as she undid the third button on her blouse and began to somewhat play with the fourth button as if deciding whether to unfasten it or not as she slowly made her way towards the living room.
She halted just a few feet from where I was hiding. Seconds later half of the house interior was polluted with the smell of her rank breath as she spoke. My nose flared as I inhaled her sexually arousing and intoxicating bad breath. She continued about her phone call as she continued to play with the fourth button on her blouse. After she was clearly certain I was not around the house, she finally undid the fourth button. An inch of the forbidden and tantalizing sight of creamy, smooth, and shiny material that covered her breast came into view as her blouse gaped. She was very engaged in her conversation indeed as she began to slowly trace her fingers in an up and down motion along the full length of the gap on her blouse causing it to stretch a little more revealing one or two more inches of each side of the creamy shiny material that covered her breasts. She must have acted subconsciously as she was clearly far too engaged in her phone call. I decided to get my phone camera out and start recording the show. I focused and zoomed the phone’s camera on her gaping blouse to get a better side view of her right tit.
“I need you to make several copies of next year’s financial resolution for the board.” Maria said with firm authority in her voice as she seemed to continue playing with her gaping blouse.
However after a well focused glimpse with the assistance of my phone’s camera zooming capabilities, I noticed her fingers were actually caressing the side of her bra clad right breast. It was pure torment witness the arousing and tantalizing sight before me. I continued to stealthily steal glimpses of my foster mother’s tit as she caressed it, until something caught my eye. Through the thin, delicate, and shiny material of her bra I noticed an aroused nipple slowly begin to swell and poke against it as she continued touching her breast. I watched as Maria then reached towards her erect nipple and gently traced a finger around it while also squeezing and pinching it through the material of her bra.
“Your ass is on the line so deal with this right away!” She cut the line, and sighed out loud. “Ugh, I’m in need of a fucking orgasm so bad...I don’t give a flying fuck even if Jaden is around, he could be dead for all I care, and I’d still touch myself over the thought of it.” she said, smiling sadistically.
With that she stood there in silence touching her erect nipple through the soft and satiny fabric of her bra cup. Then her hand dug deeper into her gaping blouse and began to knead her right tit. Half a second later she slowly made her way towards her room while still kneading her breast. I surreptitiously followed her while still recording at the same time,keeping my distance. However then it happened: as we neared her room I heard the sound of a hand impacting soft flesh covered in soft satiny material. It was then followed by a soft and sexy “Uuuuuffffffff!” that escaped my mom’s lips, leaving behind a powerful trail of her oral pheromones . Mom had just lightly slapped her breast. A second later she was already on the threshold and closing the door behind her. Being too aroused to even be bothered by the hurtful things my mom had just said about me, I immediately saved what I had recorded and left to my room for some intense masturbation.
Hi my name is Jaden and I'm currently an 18 year old high school senior.I have blond hair and electric blue eyes along with fairly tanned skin, and I stand at roughly 5’7 feet tall and weigh in at an astonishing 230 pounds of pure chiseled muscle as a result of me taking part in sports and krav maga classes. I am quite the looker but believe or not, I was never any good with girls; I’ve always been the shy guy.
I lost both of my parents to hurricane Katrina in New Orleans back in 2005. Maria Cordova, my mother’s childhood friend and my godmother, immediately took me in as her own son and flew me to live with her in Boca Raton, Florida. At that time she held a good administrative position in the school, and enrolled me there, where I currently attend today. My stepmother Maria is a firm and dominant woman, who radiates authority around the house and in my school campus. She is very ambitious, and managed to work her way to the top, becoming the current principal of my school.
Let me tell a little more about my 39 year old foster mom: She is the true definition of an exotic Hispanic bombshell. She doesn't look not a day older than 29. She has a curvy and busty figure any woman would die for, with skin tone of a nice, light caramel color.She had the face of an angel, with perfect full lips and beautiful hazel eyes. Her straight waist-length black hair reminded me of an ancient Egyptian princess;she often wore in a high ponytail with fringe bangs across her forehead. Despite her strong Hispanic heritage she held a resemblance to Priyanka Chopra, the Indian star actress.
However, she suffers of chronic halitosis- meaning she constantly had bad breath. If you have ever smelled a tonsil stone then my mom definitely had an entire mine of them in her mouth. Her breath is so potent that it can easily pollute an entire room the moment her lips part and it can be smelled even if she chewed the strongest mint. Mom’s ace card against her flaws was probably her exotic beauty and sexual attractiveness -her beauty itself seems to divert any negative thoughts and opinions from males towards her strong odor and convert them into thoughts of pure lust. I myself have also fallen victim to her beauty's effect as well.
Let me tell you of an incident that happened with her, that ignited that lust. It was 9:00 at night. Since I had spaced out in my room for most of the afternoon, I decided it was the appropriate time for a snack after all that schoolwork. As I was making my way through the living room towards the kitchen I noticed that Maria was just arriving home from work. She was with someone on the phone, probably one of her co-workers from school. She was wearing her usual business attire, her blouse buttoned all the way up, in a very professional manner.
“I sent him a confirmation email,” Mom said as she walked by me, leaving a trail of her bad breath lingering around . My nose flared as I inhaled her arousing and intoxicating bad breath. She continued about her phone call as she made her way to her room, not even acknowledging my presence.
Maria is more of a woman than a mother. She is foreign to the act of showing motherly love and affection. Although she took me in and provided me a very financially secured life, she lacked any true maternal instincts when it came to forming any kind of bond with me. Whenever I saw her coming home from her office all I would get is a half- hearted “hi sweetie’ from her as she walked past me- never even a hug or kiss. She was either busy with her career or busy with her booty calls even on my birthdays. I could never understand why she was so distant and foreign towards me. Every time I ever made an attempt to approach her,or give her a hug or a kiss she would always coldly rebuke me. Why was she so cold? Her parent’s wealth provided her with a lavish lifestyle and top notch education. I always wondered why she bothered taking me in in the first place, because I was sure she did not do it out of love for me. Did she do it out of loyalty or sympathy towards my biological mother?
It wasn’t until half an hour later that my mom called for me. I obediently answered, quickly leaving my room to spot her just outside her own bedroom, at the end of the hallway. But something else caught my eye too- the top four buttons of her business blouse were undone. I was able to see what looked like a hint of smooth,white, satin material showing through her gaping blouse. Her left hand seemed to be gently tracing the tip of her fingers along the side curve of her right bra-clad breast in an up and down motion as if caressing it. Her hand dropped from her breast as she noticed me.
"Jaden, be a sweetheart and head down to the pharmacy and bring me a box of tampons," said Mom, with firm authority in her voice. Her rank breath polluted the space between us. .
I had trouble making eye contact with her due to the tantalizing gap on her blouse that revealed an inch or so of her bra-covered right tit. Mom’s tits were low and naturally saggy, and the bra she wore was made of a flexible synthetic material of both latex and satin that allowed her breasts to remain that way. I was really being turned on by the sight of her tit and the way she had caressed it with the tip of her fingers. The odor of her breath only intensified the experience . I wanted to get close to her, to enjoy her presence or at least have an excuse to hug her and kiss her, but suddenly I remembered that my mom is not the loving and cuddling kind of woman. She is very strict and demanding of her personal and intimate space,especially the way she was looking right now. Any attempt to approach her will probably result in a very cold rebuke.
"The pharmacy receptionist knows what brand I like, so make sure you ask him, and you better not bring me the wrong brand!" she warned me coldly. She pointed towards the door with her hand, and the gap in her blouse opened up, exposing more of her bra-covered breasts. I nodded, and turned away slightly. What happened next however caught me off guard- as if in a trance-like state, she dipped her left hand into her gaping blouse and pulled her bra clad right tit out. It was so beautiful the way it sagged and bounced like a pendulum. Her erect nipple pushed against the delicate material of the bra that currently hid it from view. Just by the size of the 3 inch tent on her bra I could assume that her nipple could easily be as long and thick as my thumb if fully exposed. I continued to stare at Mom’s tit with my peripheral vision, not even bothered by being bathed by her bad breath. Her left hand suddenly reached down towards her right tit again and began to repeatedly deliver light slaps against it at a moderate pace. The sound of her hand smacking the soft and heavy wad of round flesh was mesmerizing. Mom must have acted subconsciously since she was far too engaged rebuking me. She would certainly never touch herself like that in front of me. Either she was truly unaware of her actions or she didn’t care at the moment since there was quite some distance between us either way.
“ Jaden! Go now!” Mom commanded coldly, as she still continued to touch her tit. The powerful pheromone enriched odor of her breath lingered well penetrated in the air the moment she spoke. It was amazing how her breath was able to reach my nose and pollute the entire hallway when she had just spoken almost twenty feet away from me. Fearful of her catching me staring at her breast I proceeded to do what was asked of me without question while trying to control my painful erection. After returning home from the pharmacy and dropping off the tampons on the counter I dashed to my room and furiously masturbated to the thought of my mom for the whole night.
For a the past few days I couldn’t stop thinking about my foster mom, or the accidental exposure of her female blessings or at least the bit I was able to see of them. Everything about her was just too arousing to bear. The way she looked, moved, spoke and smelled drove me insane. Even her graceful radiance of dominance and authority made her more irresistible.
Then a few nights later I was sitting on the couch in the living room reading an online guide on testosterone building on my phone when I heard the rattling of keys and the voice of my mom on the other side of the front door. She had arrived home. At that moment I remembered telling her this morning I would be hanging out with some friends at the bowling alley for the afternoon but I never specified at what time I would return home. I really wondered what she would do if she thought she was home alone, considering her tendencies to wear her blouses half unbuttoned when she felt safe and secure in her own intimate personal space like when she was alone in her office in school (in accordance to the glimpses I would steal of her the few times I ever dared to walk by her office). Immediately I dashed to a to a spot that would hide me from view as she walked in. She wore her usual business attire that consisted of a royal blue high collared button down blouse and a perfect fitting pencil skirt. However this time I noticed she had the top two buttons on her blouse undone and and her hand was already at work with the third button.
“Listen, just deal with it- why do I have to do all the work? Do I have to manage everything around there?. Mom said with irritation coating her voice as she undid the third button on her blouse and began to somewhat play with the fourth button as if deciding whether to unfasten it or not as she slowly made her way towards the living room.
She halted just a few feet from where I was hiding. Seconds later half of the house interior was polluted with the smell of her rank breath as she spoke. My nose flared as I inhaled her sexually arousing and intoxicating bad breath. She continued about her phone call as she continued to play with the fourth button on her blouse. After she was clearly certain I was not around the house, she finally undid the fourth button. An inch of the forbidden and tantalizing sight of creamy, smooth, and shiny material that covered her breast came into view as her blouse gaped. She was very engaged in her conversation indeed as she began to slowly trace her fingers in an up and down motion along the full length of the gap on her blouse causing it to stretch a little more revealing one or two more inches of each side of the creamy shiny material that covered her breasts. She must have acted subconsciously as she was clearly far too engaged in her phone call. I decided to get my phone camera out and start recording the show. I focused and zoomed the phone’s camera on her gaping blouse to get a better side view of her right tit.
“I need you to make several copies of next year’s financial resolution for the board.” Maria said with firm authority in her voice as she seemed to continue playing with her gaping blouse.
However after a well focused glimpse with the assistance of my phone’s camera zooming capabilities, I noticed her fingers were actually caressing the side of her bra clad right breast. It was pure torment witness the arousing and tantalizing sight before me. I continued to stealthily steal glimpses of my foster mother’s tit as she caressed it, until something caught my eye. Through the thin, delicate, and shiny material of her bra I noticed an aroused nipple slowly begin to swell and poke against it as she continued touching her breast. I watched as Maria then reached towards her erect nipple and gently traced a finger around it while also squeezing and pinching it through the material of her bra.
“Your ass is on the line so deal with this right away!” She cut the line, and sighed out loud. “Ugh, I’m in need of a fucking orgasm so bad...I don’t give a flying fuck even if Jaden is around, he could be dead for all I care, and I’d still touch myself over the thought of it.” she said, smiling sadistically.
With that she stood there in silence touching her erect nipple through the soft and satiny fabric of her bra cup. Then her hand dug deeper into her gaping blouse and began to knead her right tit. Half a second later she slowly made her way towards her room while still kneading her breast. I surreptitiously followed her while still recording at the same time,keeping my distance. However then it happened: as we neared her room I heard the sound of a hand impacting soft flesh covered in soft satiny material. It was then followed by a soft and sexy “Uuuuuffffffff!” that escaped my mom’s lips, leaving behind a powerful trail of her oral pheromones . Mom had just lightly slapped her breast. A second later she was already on the threshold and closing the door behind her. Being too aroused to even be bothered by the hurtful things my mom had just said about me, I immediately saved what I had recorded and left to my room for some intense masturbation.
