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When Joanna, a thirty-six-year-old mother of three, finally opened the door, she greeted her guest with a predatory squint of her brown eyes and glorious cleavage.Target acquired.Her stepson’s face was tight. She could see Kit’s chest heave in a deep breath. And his eyes were squarely on her face, no doubt trying hard not to look down at the breasts ready to burst out of the lacey neckline of her cream white silk camisole.She even shifted her weight, feigning impatience, but hoping a little jiggle of her bosom would bring his attention to the hard nipples pointed at him.No luck. His grey eyes were not budging.“What is it?” she said with an annoyed sigh.Listen to him stammer, she thought, waiting to see how he’d answer.“I came for dad’s stuff, ma’am,” he said in a clear, calm voice.“Oh, right,” she said. She opened the door wider for him. She turned and as she walked, she reached behind to adjust the silk shorts of her sleepwear.She looked back in time to see his eyes shoot away from her bottoms and her legs.Gotcha, she thought.“It’s on the kitchen table,” she said coolly.He nodded and followed her.She had to remember that Kit had always been respectful, almost servile, or robotic in his good manners, especially around her. Even if he was turned on, it would take extra work to break his resolve.While he rummaged through the boxes on the kitchen table, she leaned on the doorway with her arms and ankles crossed.“How have you been?” she almanbahis asked.His face shot up at her. He looked confused. “Fine?”“It’s not a trick question.”He nodded. “Okay?”“You want lunch?”He went back to the boxes. “No, no, I’m good.”She walked behind him to the fridge. “Lemonade? I made some this afternoon. With a splash of pineapple, the way you like.”When he looked over at her, she leaned on a counter, her smooth legs bent, the silk tap pants hugging against her hips, a dangerous smile on her face.“What is this?” he had to ask.“What’s what?”“Why are you so nice to me?”“I’m a nice person,” she insisted.“Not to me.”“Oh, Kit…” she said. “I know we haven’t always been…friendly…”He scoffed.She looked offended. “But we can change that. Can’t we?”He scratched his head and shrugged. “I guess.”“No, really. Can we?”He stared around the kitchen, thinking about it. She didn’t want him to do too much thinking here, especially with all the hell she had put him through growing up.She pulled away from the counter and went to him.He stood up firm and straight as she came closer to the tall twenty-year-old.“For example,” she began.She tapped two playful hands on his chest.“Whoa,” she chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “At ease, soldier. Anyway.” She patted him again. “For one thing, we… have never… hugged! Have we?”He shook his head. He stood tall and resolute, but his eyes were skirting around her face, trying to understand this situation.“Shame almanbahis yeni giriş on us,” she exclaimed. Then she lost her smile. “Shame on me.”Her hands slid around him as she cuddled into him. She could hear him breathing. She could feel his heart beating against her chest.“Hugging is a team effort, Kit,” she said.He hesitantly put his muscular arms around her. It had been almost ten years since they had any physical contact. She could feel his hands enjoying the soft silk on her back. His face was in her hair. But he was still holding back. She tugged him closer. He let out a little gasp of surprise. He was trying to keep his waist away from her, she realized.She lowered her hands to his lower back and tried to draw him nearer.There it was!She could feel the hardness. He knew she could feel it. He panicked.He tore away from her and turned his body so she couldn’t see him adjust his pants.“I’m sorry,” he blurted out. “I-I’ve gotta use the bathroom.”“No, you don’t, Kit,” she said. “Wait.”He tried to stammer something else.“What’s the problem?” she asked.“I’m just not used to you being so nice, I don’t know.”“What? Am I that terrible?”He didn’t want to answer that. He instead grabbed one of the bigger boxes. “I should just go. Dad’s waiting for these.”“Some of your stuff is in there,” she said.“I know, thanks,” he said.“Some of your old drawings from high school.”“Right,” he said. Then he remembered something. almanbahis giriş He whipped around to face her. “You saw them?”She nodded.“They’re not you.”“They sure look like me.”“No, it’s just that maybe I remembered your face or something—”“And my old outfits, my old hairstyles. They’re pictures of me, Kit.”“No, they’re not!”“Yes, they are. I liked them.”She came to him again and touched his arm, making him put down the heavy box.“They’re a bit idealized,” she said. “But they’re very good. Even the naked ones.”“Oh, God, I’m sorry about those. I was a kid.”“I didn’t realize you felt that way about me all that time,” she said. She pushed him towards a chair. “Sit. And me, on the other hand, I was nothing but rotten to you.” As he sat, she put an arm around him and bent down to bring her face close to his. “I’m so sorry, Kit.” She kissed his cheek. “So sorry.” She wanted to kiss the other cheek and leaned onto his lap to get to it.He was starting to breathe hard again with her sitting on his lap. The kisses were not stopping. The hardness was coming back. She could feel it bumping against her thigh, anxious to come out.She tapped her cheek with her finger. “Kiss your stepmother, Kit.”He gulped. He pushed a strand of hair away from her face.She timed her moan perfectly. Just as his lips smooched her face, she said, “Mm.” He adjusted himself in his seat. “Again,” she said.He took another deep breath before doing it again. His arms wrapped around her. He kissed her again and again. She smiled. She turned to face him. His face looked like he was in pain. How long has he wanted to kiss her? Or how long has he wanted love from her? A little twinge of guilt passed over her.

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