It smells funny." She nods. "Yeah, babe, it's got some of your dad's bourbon in it. Just what a girl needs after a hard day." she responds, bitterness creeping into her voice. "Are you sure everything is okay, Deb? You seem kind of depressed…" you press, making a concerned daughter face. She laughs, her bitterness coming to the fore. "Well...honey, your Dad was really busy with his work, and he was in a meeting when I went to see him. His assistant wouldn't let me in. She said he told her he was in a vital meeting with a massage biochemical firm from Asia, and that he couldn't have me 'disrupting his very important meeting'." She laughed, realizing her words were slightly slurred. "That little whore of an assistant has been after him since before I indian was in the picture. Too bad I got there first…" she snickered. You listen, fascinated. This is a side of your stepmom you haven't seen before. You've never heard her bad-mouth anyone until now. Her cursing is...actually super fucking hot, coming from those normally perky, cheerful lips of hers. You can feel your pussy beginning to moisten with arousal, as you watch her eyes flick between your head and then down to your chest. You begin the next step of your voyeur plan. Shuffling over, you raise one leg over her and settle onto her lap. You let your breasts, with their hardened little stiff points, drag lightly over her face as you right yourself. You hand job drape your arms around her neck and embrace her. Daughters can hug their MILF stepmoms, right? Nothing pervy about it. Right? You lean over to her, your lips dragging slightly over her ear, leaving your firm young breasts mere inches from her face. "Well, I think you're fucking gorgeous, Deb, and Dad should have paid attention to you. It's your one year wedding anniversary, and you deserve attention…" you purr quietly to her. She is quiet for a moment, as if she is contemplating what to do. You shift, just slightly, so that one of your knees is touching her mound mature through her panties. Just like this morning, but this time with intent. You hear a clink as she puts her mostly drained drink on the table. You feel her arms slide around your waist and back as she returns your embrace. "I...I worked so hard to look good for him today, you know? And now it feels like all of my efforts are wasted, because nobody is going to be able to appreciate this…" she mutters sadly. To hide the pleasure center of Sylvia, she is wearing a C string. You will be in my sight and you will clean up after him or you hand job will where a collar as well. I smiled as his lecherous fingers dug into her youthful flesh. “I think you’re going to melt my camera, Kevin will have a permanent boner looking at indian the pictures. I smiled back, reassuring her that I took no offense from her comment. I am a voyeur Bitch Mut, and Sherry is a cat. The moment my cash outflow exceeded my inflow, the clock would start ticking, a timer to see just how long I could make my savings last, and at my age, that wasn’t very much. Flash bulbs were going off over and over, and every time she reached for him he would evaporate or vanish into a plume of smoke or slide just out of her reach and she was frustrated because she couldn’t touch or hold him. “I think I see her sir.” You think he's fucking Allison? 30 minutes with the massage other competitors counting. I mature laid in the snow, beaten but breathing. I MILF always cum so easily. “‘Oh come on, Nicole, you can’t expect me to just stop like that.’” she imitated me. “Spot on, right?” Girl you got some cold hands!