This is a one hour long taboo movie, with lots of dirty talk .This movie includes more than 15 scenes, including 2 cumshots in mouth and 3 creampies Im your Step-Mommy and I know about the forbidden porn you watch and stories you read. It's mostly Step-mommy and boy porn. I’ve tried to ignore it, even though I’ve known about it for a long time, but lately I’ve found cum stains on my underwear when I am doing laundry and decide that I have to confront you.. I sit you down and tell you that people get excited by different things and that's OK but that nothing like that will ever happen between us. You protest but I am firm that nothing like that will ever happen. You lunge in to kiss me on the lips, and as soon as I can pull away I am furious that you would do that after everything I just said and yell at you to go to my room. After a week of tension in the house, with barely any conversation and no physical contact between us, you give me a gift: an anklet. I am touched by the gift and think it's an apology for your behavior, but in reality it's a special anklet. It will influence my thoughts, making me more attracted to you and wearing down my inhibitions In the evening a few days later we're sitting together, watching TV. I’ve been struggling with inappropriate thoughts about you, getting more and more horny as I try to behave myself. But the thoughts get stronger and stronger and eventually I have to excuse myself for a few minutes. I masturbate, not realizing that I forgot to close my door nor that I am moaning lots of themed dirty talk while I get off. While alone in the house I’ve secretly read some of the stories you’ve been reading and watching some of the taboo videos you like, and have not been able to resist masturbating while I do. I feel guilty about doing it and even more guilty about how excited it makes me. I start to feel like I need to apologize for my reaction to you the other day I approach you to start a conversation and say that maybe I could do something nice for you, to show you how sorry I am about my reaction and make sure you know that I am not upset. I drop to my knees and give you a blowjob, asking if this is what you’ve wanted. When you are about to cum I tell you to finish in my mouth. I ask if you accept your Step-Mommy's apology (which you do), and say I hope you liked your little taste of i. I certainly did! I lick my lips and walk away, frequently glancing back, and remind you that this won't ever happen again. Two weeks passed and somehow, despite my insisting that it was a one-time thing, I’ve sucked you off nearly every day since. I’ve gone on the internet to find out more about what's going on with me. Instead of getting a better handle on my desires I have instead spent hours reading about people who have given in to those desires and are happy that they did.I can't stop imagining being with you. I ask about your interest in i, if it's just the topic that excites you or if you are really interested in me, your own Step-Mommy, specifically. As we talk the conversation gets more and more inappropriate, We end up having sex even while I constantly talk about how we can't do anything like that. This builds up until you are near cumming, and some rational part of my mind reminds me that I can't let my boy cum inside of me, but even thinking of it makes me incredibly excited. I wrap my legs around you, and tell you that you can’t cum inside of your Step-Mommy..but because you can't pull away that's exactly what happens, and it's more satisfying for me than I could have imagined. Afterwards I realize what we've done and say that we can never do anything like that again. It's another week later. Despite my reluctance, we've been having sex all the time since that first night. Today we're at a event .You’ve been getting more and more excited around me today and I am worried people will notice and begin to suspect that something inappropriate is going on between us. I pull you into a bathroom to tell you in private that you need to behave better ,but talking about those things gets me excited too. The excitement builds until I can't resist it any more and we have sex. You come home and find me curled up on the couch. I had a friend over and she was interested in seeing my anklet. Before I could stop her she took it off of me to look at it more closely, and immediately its magical effects start to wear off from my mind. I started to remember the last few weeks without the anklet influencing my thoughts and feelings. I am horrified and don't understand what happened, how we could do those things together.. My attention is focused on what I am thinking and saying as I talk through those things and I don't notice when you put the anklet back on me. Almost immediately the guilt, shame, and horror start to fade. Why would I ever feel bad about our relationship? I love fucking my boy, I don't want to stop, ever.