When I heard the door open, and then close, I wanted to cry. I’d offered myself to him but he’d rejected me.
But an hour later, after two coffees and a large whisky, I was philosophical. It was early days. That was the first attempt, there would be many more. I’d lost the battle but I was going to win the war!
That evening, Chantelle came over, and she was going to stay the night.
“Sorry about last time, this time you won’t hear a sound from us.”
Ryan sounded sincere, but I wasn’t convinced. Initially, they would be quiet, but when the passion became stronger it would probably be as before. Very loud. He was about to leave me and go back to his girlfriend when I had an idea. I would tell him what I liked in the bedroom, tell him what turned me on. That might make him think about me in a sexual way, rather than just as his Step-Mom. However, I couldn’t just blurt it out, but him saying that tonight, while he was having sex with Chantelle, they’d keep the noise down, had given me an opening.
“I do know that it can be difficult. When your Father is going down on me, and his tongue is on my clit, I moan as loud as Chantelle.”
For a few seconds he didn’t say anything, he just stood there with his mouth open. Shocked by what I’d said. When he did speak, it was to simply say, “Chantelle is waiting for me.”
So he was going, but I could give him more to think about.
“Your Father can be as bad as me, especially when I suck his cock,” and then, while locking eyes with him, and giving him my best smile, I added, “That’s understandable because I am very good at it.”
He gulped, and then his face reddened. He was blushing, and that amused me. He then left without saying another word.
What I’d said hadn’t been subtle, but it had been effective. He now knew that I liked my clit being licked, and that I was an expert at giving head. Tonight, when his tongue was on Chantelle’s pussy, would he be thinking about me? And when his cock was in her mouth, would he be wishing that it was in mine instead? I hope so!
That night they were respectful, with just the odd sound emanating from their bedroom. That was disappointing, because this time I wanted them to be loud. That would have given me an excuse for telling my Step-Son tomorrow, some more about what I liked in bed.
It was a few days before I realized what was happening. Ryan was avoiding me. If we were left alone in a room together then he would quickly come up with an excuse for leaving. I was not happy. We were supposed to be getting closer together rather than further apart.
It was time for a new plan!
We had an early night. In the past that would be so that we could enjoy the pleasures of the flesh, but that ship had sailed a long time ago. Now it was so that Brad could sleep, and I could have some peace and quiet while I thought about my Step-Son.
He was asleep within minutes, but I needed a lot more time than that to sort out my problem. Ryan had enjoyed looking at my tits when I’d been close to him and leaning forward, should I give him more of that while I was wearing a more revealing top? Perhaps, but letting him look up my skirt when I was wearing my most skimpy panties, would be a lot better. So, at the first opportunity, that’s what I was going to do. He was in for a treat. It wouldn’t be a quick flash of my underwear, it would be for as long as possible. And I knew which panties I should wear. They were small, not much bigger than a thong.