Rachel was frustrated in her marriage to her new husband. He did not give her any money to spend, and actually expected her to do chores around the house. This left Rachel very demoralized. Shopping was one of her favorite pass-times; if she did not get to spoil herself with a new pair of shoes or an outfit every so often, she suffered headaches. As for any kind of menial work - well, she was naturally too good for that. One time, when she was in the laundry room, reluctantly sorting out some washing, she came across a pair of jeans belonging to her step-son, Brent. By accident he had left his wallet in the back-pocket. Rachel could not resist taking a peek inside. What she saw - the credits cards and wads of cash - was enough to make her mouth water. At that moment, however, Brent himself entered the room, catching her in her act of nosiness. Immediately he demanded an explanation. But Rachel remained cool. She confessed to having had a moment of naughty curiosity, then casually handed him back the wallet. Brent, slightly put out, was about to leave; but Rachel held him back. She had suddenly developed a very strong interest in her step-son. In particular she liked his nice big...wallet. Coming up close to him, batting her eyelashes, she made a sweet-toned appeal for his sympathy. Could not he see how mean it was of his step-father to restrict her shopping activities and burden her with the mundane misery of house work? Surely he could understand how important it was for her to be able to treat herself to such things as the sexy clothes she currently had on? Here she assumed a provocative pose to emphasize how well her tight sweater and short skirt complemented her excellent figure. Then she grabbed Brent's hand and made as to lay it on the sweater so he could feel how soft it was. Purely by accident she pressed his palm against the smooth, warm flesh of her breasts instead. In demonstrating to Brent the elasticity of the sweater's neckline, she happened to pull it down a little too far - thereby giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her nipples. Moving on to the subject of lingerie, Rachel lifted up the hem of her skirt and showed him the merits of her stockings - all the way to their fasters at the top of her toned thigh. By the end of this little modeling show, Rachel had put Brent in a much different state of mind than before. Then he had been cold and wary. Now his guard was down and he was seriously horny. Nevertheless, Rachel still had a little to do to achieve her goal of controlling him in body, mind, and bank-account. Thus, without further ado, she dropped to her knees, opened her step-son's pants, took out his big hard cock, and proceeded to stroke and suck it. Within minutes of going to work on him, she knew she could take her first advantage of Brent. This came as a kindly request that he give her one of his credit cards as an incentive to carry on pleasing him. To sweeten the pitch she took her top off and to give him his best view yet of her breasts. Thinking more with his cock than his brain, Brent readily gave her what she wanted. After that, Rachel set about taking her control over him to the next level. When Brent marveled aloud at being sucked off by his step-father's hot wife, Rachel took the moment to praise the superior size of her step-son's cock. Both of them had good reasons for relishing cuckolding the old man. Adding spice to their tryst was the fact that he was actually in the house right then - resting in the room above. What if he discovered them? Brent worriedly asked his step-mother. She would not tell him what they did, would she? Rachel tapped the credit card Brent had given her. Such things were a good way of buying her silence - she hinted. A short while later, at the height of her sublimely sensuous sucking of Brent's cock, she stopped and asked he if would be so kind as to reward her with a second credit card that had a higher limit. Though a little hesitant, Brent duly handed it over. Then Rachel was distracting him with a hot, passionate, French-kiss. This led to him fondling her bared breasts and suckling greedily upon her erect nipples. Following that, Rachel removed her skirt, turned around, and rubbed her silk-panty-clad butt up against Brent’s crotch to give him an idea of the action that would be coming - provided he gave her an advance thank you in the form of another credit card.