The pace of life is adjusting where I’m home alone more with the stepmom, which is both exhilarating and anxiety inducing . Me and her both work full time and are gone during the day and my gf works during the nights and weekends part time . This allows her to watch her young sister when the stepmom isn’t there and vice versa but also puts me on schedule where me and the stepmom are home alone a lot .

I’ve tried to make it less sexually frustrating by not being home as much . I’ll go play ball , hit the gym , or hang with the boys during the evenings . But sometimes you want to enjoy a beer in your undies and play some games on your couch .

Being that we are now on the 1st floor and the stepmom and sister are on the 3rd floor it gives us more breathing room and privacy . But as I mentioned in a previous story the stepmom keeps out of season clothes in a closet on our floor . Clothes she never seemingly wanted or needed until we moved downstairs . I’ve also picked up that she comes down for them mostly late on some evenings when I suspects she is attempting to catch us having sex or on weekend mornings when I’m downstairs alone in some state of undress .

Normally if she comes down and I’m in boxers or shirtless , I’ll get up and throw some clothes on . But I stopped doing that for two reasons. One she’s never made a negative mention of my lack of cloths , never commented , and tries hard to not look my way - even though I peep the quick glances . Secondly , getting up from sitting down while in boxers exacerbated the situation. Sometimes she would have no choice but to glance down , I’d catch a boner , then the temperature in the room would rise …..I’d fight to get athletic pants or shorts on over hard ten inches … it would become a bad spectacle to say the least

then I’d still be there sitting with a tent large enough for circus elephants to fit under .

So with these considerations , I’ve decided to stay seated and continue to play the game. if she could pretend to not notice, then I could pretend to not care. Until one day, she decided to ask if she could play the game with me…

It was a bright Saturday morning, with sunlight pouring through the blinds. Step mom had come down the stairs, bouncing and singing happily in her robe. Just like any other day, she pretended to be ambiguous. She made her way in front of the TV past the couch and toward the closet, singing, and not paying me any attention I took my part in the drama, by focusing in on the video game, and pretending I was NOT looking at her thick buttocks as it made multiple trips in front of the screen.

Then arbitrarily, and for the first time she stopped dead center in front of the TV, and turn to face me. Her robe was fastened tightly, but due to it being under sized, I could still see the curve of her hips and the fullness of her breast through the thin silk material. well, she did have a handful of clothes that covered her nipples, I couldn’t help but to start and feel a rustling in my nether region.

In the most dramatic, dumb, blonde voice she asked me a question. Why do men enjoy video games so much, and especially those about football … I inadvertently began laughing. The question was funny! I broke into a nerd rant about why video games, and especially those relating to sports are the penultimate way of competition between men lol. We shared some laughs and giggles, and then she asked me, would I her to play?

Now mind you, I am still in my boxers. Sporting a pretty thick morning chub , and she is in a silk road presumably, naked beneath the surface.

I couldn’t pretend to be shy, we had just had a full-blown conversation. I agreed. She sat the clothes down and took a seat next to me.

She reached down and took a firm grasp of my joystick turned to her left , and with bright eyes told me she couldn’t wait to learn.