New town, new experience... Lisa and John

He went downstairs to see his stepmother


With a heavy heart {mc} face his demons downstairs. His footsteps hit the stairs as he peers down into the living room. He only sees a few boxes not yet open. The move from his old city was still in sight for him. Only less than a week removed from his old past. His old friends and ex-girlfriends were all gone. Replace with his new cuckold lifestyle, he has been forced into. He manages to get to the last step in earshot of the magical kitchen sounds. The whipping of pans and plates floods his ears.

He wander into the kitchen not thinking anyone was up right now, after what happened last night. {bbc} nowhere to be seen as white as his vixen devilish stepsister {sis}. His eyes on his stepmother dress up in a simple dress. She looks like she might be going on a trip to church, a place they hardly ever go to. However because it was Saturday, it didn't make any sense. Maybe {mom} just wanted to feel attractive today. The dress is incredibly see-through. He could see a white g-string visible through the dress and the matching bra covering her back. The smell of eggs, bacon, sausage, and pancakes filled my nose with the warm cozy sentiment. Last night's past event was all gone. No smell of cum, rough sex, or anything blinding {mc} five senses.

"{mom}." {mc} said fearfully to see what he might be walking into. His eyes are on his stepmother cooking up a storm. Flipping pancakes around like she is on the Next Top Chef while looking like a busty model about to walk down the runway on Victoria's Secret show. She slowly turns to face her stepson. A vast tragic expression on her precious motherly face. Her large chest was somehow hidden inside the modest grey dress. He deliberately walks into the room like a doe staring down a hungry ravenous wolf. "Where's {sis} and {bbc}?" Feeling dumb as he wants to move past Friday night merriments.

{mom} walks over to {mc} hugging her stepson. Her sultry voice fills their ears as he stands there particularly awkward in her grasp. If this happen after he fucked her last night, this would be a great moment too begins his weekend. "I'm sorry baby. I don't know what came over me. I... I didn't feel like myself. I'm incredibly miserable that I made you and {sis} uncomfortable. I... Please forgive me, it was in the heat of the moment. I want you to know I didn't mean any of my words last night about you. You and your dad mean so much to me, please tell me you forgive my actions with {bbc}."

{mc} hears her words. They sound very sincere and straightforward. He understands that his stepmother is feeling bad at the moment, but nothing could help how he felt last night. He literally felt like his life force and confidence were taken from him last night.

Does {mc} forgives his stepmother for what she did last night or keep reserved in forgiving her?