A present for my step mother

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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 şişli escort bayan 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’ mecidiyeköy escort bayan 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 escort şişli 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’.

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