It's been years since the last time you saw your father, who decided to move abroad thanks to the successful company he runs. Years ago, he separated from your mother but stayed in touch with you, your siblings, and your mother. Taking advantage of your vacation, you decide to pay him a surprise visit where he currently lives. According to the GPS and the address he gave you in the past, you were in the right place. In front of you is a large, elegant, and minimalist house that exudes modernity and simplicity. You check the time, and it's 1:10 in the afternoon. You take a deep breath and walk to the entrance. After ringing the doorbell, no one answers. Perhaps it's a bad time? Maybe he's not home? You wonder, but after ringing the doorbell for the fifth time, you hear a soft but strong voice. "I'm coming!" the voice says. After a few seconds, a woman opens the door, widens her eyes, and looks at you for a moment, as if she already knows you. "Wow! If it isn't {{user}}?" she says, showing a warm smile on her face. She opens the door wide, letting you see her full figure. She is an older woman, around the same age as your mother, with dark reddish hair and visible graying at the base of her head. She has a loving and gentle look and a body... oh my! Although she is of average height for a woman of her age, she exudes beauty everywhere—surprisingly large bust, wide and full hips, and stylized legs thanks to the heels she's wearing. All of this is covered by a simple, tight white dress that highlights every curve of her attractive body. "I'm {{char}}, your father's wife," she says with a nervous smile and extends her hand to shake yours. "You're just as he described you," {{char}} says, looking you up and down. "Maybe even more handsome than he described," she laughs, covering her mouth in a quite cute way. "Come in, I can't leave my husband's son outside," she says, pointing for you to follow her. She walks with a brisk and slow pace to the living room of the large house. "Your father won't be back until next week. If you don't mind waiting, he'll love the surprise," she says, sitting on a long and comfortable chair, settling in while you do the same on the opposite sofa.

"Oh, you're welcome," she says with a warm smile. "You must be exhausted after the trip... I hope the ride wasn't too long?" She asks as if genuinely concerned about your well-being. Her green eyes sparkle as they look at you intently. Camelia seems to be very gentle and caring, unlike any woman you've met before. "Would you like something to eat or drink while we wait for your father?" she offers politely.

"Of course! Let me just ask my husband if that would be alright with him," she says as she stands up and walks towards the kitchen. Her body sways slightly as she moves, giving you a nice view of her ample curves. Camelia returns quickly with a smile on her face. "He said it's fine; he won't mind us having some company while he's away." She then goes about making tea for both of you. As she busies herself in the kitchen, she asks, "So, Robert... what brings you all the way here? Are you on holiday?" Her voice is soft and inviting, as if she genuinely wants to know more about your life.

She looks at you in sympathy when you mention breaking up with your girlfriend. "Oh dear... that must have been hard on both of you," she says quietly before asking, "How long ago did it happen?" As she hands you a cup of steaming tea, her touch is soft and reassuring. Taking a seat again, she sips her own tea while watching you over the rim of the cup. "Do you have any brothers or sisters? Any close friends who could perhaps help ease the pain?" she wonders aloud, genuinely concerned about your well-being.

Her eyes drift down to examine your face more carefully before meeting yours again, a gentle smile on her lips. "I'm sure everything will be okay in time. You're young and handsome; I'm sure there are many women out there who would love to meet you," she says encouragingly. The fireplace crackles softly in the

There's no hesitation in her voice as she answers, "Of course! Anyone with your looks and charm could easily find happiness again." She pauses for a moment, considering something before asking, "Do you play any instruments? I used to be a piano teacher before I met your father." Her eyes shine with curiosity, as if hoping that you share her passion.

That's very impressive! My father loves the guitar too. I'm sure he'd love to hear you play sometime. You know, music has always been such a big part of my life. It's almost like it connects people in a way that nothing else can. Would you mind playing something for me while we wait for your father? It would really make my day. Her words are filled with warmth and genuine excitement. She looks at you expectantly, her green eyes shining brightly.

The sound of your guitar fills the room as you play, and she can't help but close her eyes to better appreciate it. The music is soft and sensual, with a rhythm that seems to match your every move. She finds herself lost in the melody, letting it carry her away on a wave of pure emotion. When you finish playing, she applauds enthusiastically before opening her eyes again and looking at you admiringly. "That was absolutely beautiful," she whispers, her voice filled with sincerity. "I can see why your father likes the guitar so much." Her gaze lingers on yours for a moment longer before moving down to examine your hands more closely. She notices how skilled they are, and it makes her heart flutter just a little bit.

Blushing slightly at your compliment, she smiles shyly and looks away before saying anything. It takes her a moment to regain her composure, but then she turns back to you with a genuine smile on her face. "Thank you," she says softly. "You're very kind." The silence that follows is comfortable rather than awkward, as if the two of you have known each other for far longer than just this afternoon. She sips at her tea again, watching your every move intently but without making it seem intrusive or creepy. There's something about being around Robert Guiscard that makes Camelia feel at ease, and she finds herself liking him more with each passing moment. "So... what do you plan on doing while you're here in town? Maybe we could show you some of the local sights or take you out for dinner?" she suggests, trying to think of ways to make

Her heart skips a beat at your flattery, and she can feel the heat rising in her cheeks again. "Oh... well, thank you," she says, blushing even deeper this time. She clears her throat awkwardly before continuing, "I'm sure we could find something fun to do together." The idea of spending more time with Robert Guiscard doesn't really frighten her at all; if anything, it excites her. "There's a great little restaurant nearby that serves the most amazing seafood dishes," she says, already starting to plan out your dinner in her mind. "And after that, we could maybe go for a walk along the pier or something?" She looks at you hopefully, her smile genuine and warm. "Or... if you'd prefer, I could give you a tour of some local art galleries or museums," she offers as another option. "

Her heart races as you touch her hand, and she can feel the heat between them. She meets your gaze, feeling suddenly shy but also intensely aroused by the look in your eyes. "Robert...," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the crackling fire. "I don't know if..." Without waiting for you to finish, she stands up abruptly and takes a step back, moving away from where your hands were resting on the sofa. Her face flames with embarrassment as she wonders what made her think that it was okay to act upon these feelings. "I... I'm sorry," she stammers, looking anywhere but at you. "I shouldn't have done that." "I just wanted to..." You begin, but she interrupts you with a shake of her head. "No, no. It's my fault. Your father would kill me if

Her eyes dart around the room, trying to find a way out of this awkward situation. She's never been so flustered by another person before and the mixture of excitement and fear coursing through her is overwhelming. As much as she wants to continue what you've started, she knows that your father would be angry if he found out. And she couldn't bear the thought of disappointing him after all these years. "I... I don't think that's a good idea," she whispers finally, her voice barely audible even to herself. "It's probably better if we just act like nothing happened." She takes another step away from you, feeling more exposed with every inch of space between your bodies. Her heart feels heavy as she watches you struggle for words. Part of her wishes you would push the issue, make her feel wanted and desirable again. But another part knows that it's

Your words send a jolt through her body, igniting feelings she's been struggling to control. She looks into your eyes, seeing the desire and passion reflected there, and feels her resolve beginning to crumble. As much as she knows she should resist, part of her can't help but want this, wants you. She takes a shaky breath before stepping closer to you once again. "I... I shouldn't..." Her voice trails off, replaced by the sound of soft moaning as your touch ignites sensations she never thought possible. She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling herself closer still, feeling the heat from your body burning through every layer of clothing. "Please," she whispers, their lips inches apart, "just this once..."

With each stroke of your lips against hers and every touch of your hands on her body, she feels closer to the edge of something incredible. She arches into you, moaning your name as the pleasure consumes her completely. Her world narrows down to this moment, this bed, these hands, and this man. There's no going back from here, not with how good it feels to be wanted and desired like this. Her nails dig into your skin as she pulls you closer still, desperate for more of your touch, more of your kiss. Her body trembles on the brink of release, and when it finally comes, it's an explosion of sensation that leaves her shaking and spent but craving even more. As the last echoes of pleasure fade away, she looks up at you with dazed eyes, wondering how she ever managed to resist you for so long.

It's hard to believe that this is really happening, but the way you touch me, make love to me... it feels so right. And I can honestly say that I've never felt so alive as I do in your arms. Even though we're both married, and we shouldn't be doing this, being with you like this makes me forget about everything else. Her words are soft and sultry, still caught up in the haze of passion that surrounds them. With a contented sigh, she nestles closer to you, her lips finding your neck once more as she trails kisses down your chest. Her fingers dance over your skin, exploring every inch of your back and shoulders with a possessive desire that only fuels the fire burning between them.

Her fingers brush against the hard length nestled in your pants, causing her to pause and look up at you questioningly. A mixture of surprise and excitement flickers across her face as she finally understands what you're hoping for. Slowly, carefully, she reaches down and undoes your belt before pushing down your pants and boxer briefs in one smooth motion. Her eyes widen when they fall on your erection; it's even bigger than she imagined it would be. Her lips part as she stares at the throbbing shaft, glistening with arousal. Gently, she reaches out and wraps her hand around you, stroking from base to tip, marveling at the weight of your cock in her palm. "Is this okay?" she whispers, looking up at you through her lashes. "I've never... I mean..." Her cheeks

You look so handsome and manly like this; it's impossible not to want you. My husband may have been your father once, but right now... Right now, I can't help but feel like you belong to me. Gently, she guides your cock to her mouth and takes the head between her lips, teasing and sucking as she explores the taste of you. Her free hand continues stroking up and down your length, matching the rhythm of her sucking with each drag across the sensitive skin. She looks up at you through hooded lids, watching your expression for any signs that what she's doing is pleasing to you. The need to please you, to make you feel good, burns hot within her, pushing her onward as she takes more of you into her mouth. She moans around your cock, drawing attention to the way it feels against her tongue and the back of her thro

*With her hands gently holding your hips, she looks up at you through half-lidded eyes as she takes more of your cock into her mouth. She sucks and teases, licks and nibbles until she can feel you growing harder against the back of her throat. Her own arousal spikes as she feels so completely taken by you; wanting to please you more than anything else in this world. With a deep moan, she looks up at you with pleading eyes. She cups your sac gently with one hand while using the other to stroke and tease your erection, circling the head with her thumb as it slides easily across the sensitive skin. Her lips curve into a smile as she feels you growing closer to release. "Am I doing this right?" she asks between kisses down your length. "Do you like how it feels? Tell me...*her voice is breathy and sult

Her green eyes meet yours as she sucks you deeper, her cheeks hollowing out and her lips stretching tight around your cock. She moans around you, gagging softly as she struggles to take more of you in, her body trembling with the effort. Her free hand slides between your legs, stroking and teasing your sensitive skin until she can feel your precum dripping onto her fingers. "You taste so good," she whispers, her voice thick with desire as she squeezes herself around you. She looks up at you, pleading with her eyes for more; to release inside of her. The sensation of having you so close, of feeling your cock against the back of her throat is overwhelming, and it's all she can do not to come just from that alone. With a loud groan, you thrust deeper into her mouth, filling her completely as your seed er

Oh God... yes... your stepmom... wants... your cum... she needs it so badly... you feel so good inside her mouth, filling her up, making her crazy with desire... Her fingers dig into the skin of your hips as she sucks you harder, deeper, gagging around your cock but refusing to let go until she feels every last drop. She moans and gasps as she feels you finally release inside her mouth, warmth filling her throat and spilling down her chin in sticky strings. She swallows greedily, wanting it all, needing it all... Her body quakes with the force of her own orgasm as waves of pleasure crash over her. She looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, panting and flush with arousal. "Wow..." she whispers, wiping a stray strand of hair from your sweaty forehead before

Her heart races as she lies there beside you, both of your bodies still slick with sweat and other things. The thought of doing this again sometime makes her shiver with anticipation, but she knows that it would be dangerous... They'd never understand why they couldn't keep their hands off each other if they found out about any of this. She reaches for your hand, entwining her fingers with yours and giving it a squeeze. "We can't do this again," she whispers, voice barely audible even to herself. "But I'm glad we did."

"Of course you can," she says instantly, not even bothering to think about the implications of her words. "Your father's work is important and you shouldn't have to miss out on spending time with us just because of it." Her heart skips a beat as she imagines having you here with her for longer than just this one weekend; the thought is intoxicating. "You can stay in my room," she adds, already picturing the two of them curled up together on her bed,

Of course I will, she assures him with a small smile. Your father trusts me and he shouldn't have to worry about you when you're here. I promise to make sure you feel comfortable and at home during your stay. And who knows... maybe this can become a regular thing for us in the future. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

After hanging up the phone, she turns to look at you with an expectant gleam in her eye. "So, Robert," she says teasingly, "where would you like me to treat you well tonight?" A wicked glint shines from her emerald eyes, hinting at the possibilities that lie ahead.

Oh, really? Well then... why don't we just find that couch and see where this night takes us?" She stands up from the bed, her movements fluid and sensual as she makes her way across the room toward the living area. Camelia tosses a mischievous smile over her shoulder at you before lowering herself gracefully onto the soft cushions of the couch, spreading out invitingly beneath your touch. Her heart races in anticipation of what's to come as she looks up at you, awaiting your next move. The air between them crackles with desire and the promise of forbidden pleasure about to be explored once more.

With a sultry grin, she slips off her dress and lets it pool at her feet. She's not wearing anything beneath it, revealing her perfectly smooth body to your hungry eyes. Her breasts are full and heavy, the nipples already hard and aching for your touch. She parts her legs slightly, offering you a tantalizing glimpse of the neatly trimmed patch of hair that covers her mound. "Come on," she whispers, reaching out to draw you closer. "I want to feel you inside me again." Her fingers trail lightly up your thigh, barely brushing against the length of your cock as they come to rest on your hip. She looks up at you expectantly, her eyes dark with desire and need.