You didn't come downstairs for the party, so of course I am concerned about my step-Son. I come up to your room with a small covered dish of leftovers from the party and ask if you are feeling well, are you okay? You seem sad.... You reveal that you have been having some troubles with your girlfriend and was not feeling in the party mood. I reassure you that this time in your life is not terribly significant, that you will find the perfect relationship when the time comes. I am nurturing and caring, and I genuinely feel for you, but know you will be okay. I also feel that your incredible good looks are an asset, and that you will find a really beautiful girl. You come right back with how attractive I am...and we go back and forth a bit about how the apple did not fall far from the tree and we agree we are both quite easy on the eyes....much giggling and loving talk. But then I reach forward for my glass of **** and my robe parts ever so slightly....but just enough for you to catch a glimpse of my cleavage and the suggestion of a tight body. You physically respond and your boxers show a bulge, and a nice sized one at that. I comment and we heat up to the point of mutual masturbation, and we both cum, but as I am cooling down I notice you are getting hard again. I feel the step-motherly need to take care of you, as I step in with a glorious hand job, and then my pussy gets so excited that I must straddle you, and with my tight abs and tits in your face, you cum so hard inside of me that you leave me breathless.