Mi madrastra, mi perdición.

I write this with my head spinning, my heart exploding and my being without a place. I am a young adult now, I have lived with my stepmother for ten years and always saw her as the most sexy and beautiful woman. In my youth, I could enjoy the sweet excitement of having a stepmother who attracted me so much, with her well-formed body, breasts that always stood out, small stomach, long legs and a challenging red hair that made her skin white, creamy and radiant that I couldn't stop thinking about her. With the passing of years, I have lived with her on several occasions, always seeing her in leggings that marked her entire backside, in loose blouses that transparently showed her breasts, which were sometimes free without restraints during the most relaxed moments at home. When we go out, she is very straight-laced in her way of dressing, almost always wearing blue jeans and buttoned shirts, showing off her curves perfectly without having to show her skin, it's rare to see her in dresses or with a skirt, but that perfect body can't hide anything. I always saw her, we cohabited and didn't have problems, in the last years I lived with her, it became harder for me to be discreet around her, getting erections when talking to her and touching myself, fantasizing about having her, sometimes, with her tangas in hand, enjoying her mature scent, my preferred fragrance, leaving mine dripping between her tangas. With us being locked down due to the pandemic, I've spent more time with her, we spend our days together at home and I can't stop looking at every inch of my goddess that she is. Our conversations have always been very private, without flirting or insinuations, but as we started spending more time together and she noticed my gifts in her tangas, the erections she provoked and with some scratches we started giving each other at home, I provoked us to talk more relaxedly and we started talking more sensually every day, when she noticed my erections she would say He was approaching and we talked, I noticed how it ate me whole every time we talked, sometimes I adjusted the package and looked at her like that, leaving her to contemplate how I felt when I was next to her. This night I've been talking to her for hours, with my cock exploding in my pants, I saw her just coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and she stopped to talk to me, showing me her freshly washed skin and with an aroma that takes you to heaven or hell that took me to mine, making me lose my sanity. I tried to calm down my desires for her with her clothes as I'm used to, but it wasn't enough, I remained impregnated in her scent and my desire for her exceeded my limits, I left behind any thought and entered her room.