“I get it…” Matt said, his pouting eyes low in his lap. Matt will constantly be judged based on his father. Caught in the middle of the few good qualities and all of the bad. Not successful in business and not someone to consort with because he’s an asshole.
“No, don’t be like that,” Amy consoled him by caressing his shoulder, her butt scooting closer to him. “I like you a lot. I mean if you were… and it’s not just me. Can you imagine if your dad found out about this? How pissed he’d be?”
Matt was nodding to himself. He hadn’t put much thought into his father finding out. He was never home long enough to even know where Matt was, let along what he was doing. Perhaps, Matt hadn’t thought this through as much as he should have.
He didn’t want to be rude and pull away from Amy, but the tender way her hand cupped to his triceps and slid up and down didn’t help his throbbing erection. At least not in a way to make it go away. After a protracted silence, Matt heard a snicker leave Amy’s lips. Like she had just had a light bulb of a thought ignite in her head. When her eyes did finally return to him, they had a devious twist to them. Her hand cupped to his arm and pressed harder as it slid around his neck like she was massaging his upper back.
Matt remained frozen. His eyes wide on his lap as his drunk stepmother slid her other hand across his chest, he instinctively tensed, flexing his chest as her hands met on the other side of his neck. Carefully, like a precise strike she lined her lips up and kissed Matt’s neck just below his ear. This kiss was wet and soft, and her breath was warm enough to send tingles down his spine. Amy’s lips worked wonders on his neck. Licking and sucking, her teeth nibbling on his ear lobe until she snaked her head in front of his. “Wha-what are you doing?” Matt blurted out.
Amy pushed her lips together and gave him a knowing smile, “you know what I’m doing… relax…” she cooed as she carefully leaned across him. Her warm cheek brushing softly against his as she kissed and bit his neck under his other ear. Matt could feel her large breasts press into his chest as she leaned across him. Allowing his back to relax back into the cushion, he couldn’t manage to take the tension out of his arms. This was a scenario was not what he expected from this conversation.
When his stepmother pulled away from his neck, she lingered hovering over his face. “What? You don’t find me attractive?” She asked with a curve of a smile in the corner of her lips. Matt could smell the fruity wine coating her breath. It complimented the rosy conditioner that permeated from her hair. It was an odd question for Matt. Not just because she was his step mom but because he had honestly never considered her in that regard until that moment. Any time he thought of her he immediately associated her with his father which made attractive an unlikely describer for her. But of course, Amy was sexy. Her slender hips and ample breasts with her long legs and scattered tattoos painted across her arms and back. It was as if Matt had realized how attracted to her he was at the exact moment she asked.