Play With stepmom

It is fun playing with stepmum [MF] [lift carry]

My stepmum was always „mum“ to me, and I never knew any other. She was in my eyes, the perfect woman. Tall, slender, dark haired and gentle in every way. We used to have days, weeks and months to ourselves, as dad was always gone on travel, and when he was home, his preference was at the here it is:

When I was a boy, my favorite comics were Conan the Barbarian and the Incredible Hulk. I liked them very much indeed, because they would inevitably save at least one lady in every comic, and they always were scantily clad, and likely over their shoulders, or in their arms. My fantasy developed as I saw these beautiful women carried like dolls by strong but gentle brutes, and I longed for the same.

One day, my mum and I were watching a movie together on the sofa as we ate popcorn. The movie was called “My Man Godfrey”. It was about a homeless chap who began working for a rich family.

The daughter was a frail and dramatic lady, and in one scene, she pretended to faint, and fell into the servant Godfreys arms. He lifted her over his shoulder and carried her up the stairs as her body hung limp. I was so extremely turned on by this, that I must have adjusted myself. Mum looked at me and asked if anything was the matter. I told her that I liked how the lady was being carried, and I asked if I could try that with her.

Mum laughed gently and said that I would hurt myself if I would try to lift her, as she was very fat. Mum was about 1,82 CM, and weighed somewhere around 65-68 Kgs, which was slender indeed. I must have insisted enough, because mum finally stood up and held her arms out, and told me I could try once. My excitement was piqued, and with no hesitation, I dipped my shoulder into her waist and stood up. I lifted my mum like a feather and she folder over my shoulder like a limp daisy. My hand instinctively went to her upper thigh to steady her body, and I felt parts of her which terribly excited my. Mum of course, was completely shocked. The moment her feet left the floor, she inhaled sharply and squealed a bit. I could not believe what was happening. My stepmum was lifted up and being carried by me – something that I had dreamt of a long time. I began to carry her from the living room to the kitchen and was amazed at how easy it was. It was if she weighed nothing. It excited me so much that I actually sort of came while I held her. I was too naïve to understand exactly what was happening, but it felt so good that I did not want to let go.

My stepmum however, had other ideas. When she realized that I could very easily lift her up and carry her, she panicked and began to beg me to put her down and chastise me for being bad. I must have not heard her completely because she eventually began to cry. I did not want to hurt her, so I put her down and hugged her tightly and apologized for making her cry. I told her I loved her and she begged me to not lift her again, and told me that boys were not supposed to lift their mums.

I agreed, but was very poor at keeping promises…..

For a while, my stepmum kind of avoided me. After about a week though, I was really itching to lift her again. One day however, I got a plan to lift her again. Before I came through the door, I checked to see where she was. She had her back turned to me in the kitchen, and was wearing a skirt with a blouse. I slipped in as quietly as possible through the back door and saw her cleaning dishes. I tiptoed behind her like a supersecret ninja spy. I wrapped my arms quickly around her waist from behind and lifted her up. As soon as I lifted her, my cock got hard and I know she felt it pressing into her. She shrieked in terror, and begged me to put her down. I giggled and twirled her around from side to side like a toy.

Finally I put mum down and she turned to face me, her face completely red with embarrassment. She huffed and said that she simply would not be able to stop me from lifting her anymore and that I was simply a very naughty boy. I took this as a good sign and wrapped her in a hug, easily lifting her up again. Mum responded by kissing my forehead multiple times and marveling at how strong I was. From that day forward, things began to change. Every day when I came home, mum would greet me with a hug and kiss, and whisper in my ear that I should lift her up. Sometimes I would piggyback her, and others I would carry mum around my waist like a baby. I noticed that she never told anyone about this activity and begged me to also keep it hush. The whole time of course, I had such erections that I did not know what to do. I carried my mum as much as I could and everywhere possible. One day, I got really bold and instead of piggybacking her, I wrapped my arms around her legs and waist and lifted her in a cradle.

What happened next stayed ingrained in my mind forever. My dear stepmum inhaled sharply three times and stared at me like a trapped beast. Then, mum let out a loud, uncontrolled moan and her body began to violently tremble. She pressed her lips against mine and she kissed me like a grown up. Our kiss broke, and I heard myself asking “mum, did I just make you cum by lifting you? She covered her eyes in shame, but nevertheless, shook and affirmed with a “yes”. I kissed her again, and began to slide my hand between her legs. Eventually, I was holding her up with one arm between her legs and I told her that she was mine, from now on. My mum came again when my arm was between her legs, and she told me how my strength was incredible and that I could do whatever I wanted with her.

I lifted my mum over my shoulder and began carrying her over to a mirror. My hand began to grope her bottom and I felt her pussy through her skirt. I did not trust myself to go further, but something also came over me, and I gave her a firm, hard spank on her bum. She cried out in surprise, and then again “Oooooh!!” I actually came as I heard that, knowing what I just caused for her. She had come again as I spanked her bottom. I brought my hand down on her bottom again, and again and told her what a dirty stepmum she was, and that I was going to tell on her. I have no idea where this inspiration came from, but it seemed to flow out of my mouth as I spoke to her.

After my mum was completely spent, I carried her to the sofa and sat her on my lap, where we snuggled, and we kissed again and again.

Again, we carried on as if nothing was the matter, and for a very long time. As always, every day when I came home from school, mum would greet me with a hug and kiss and whisper to me “Please lift mum”, or some variation thereof. She did not kiss me or become intimate with me for a long time, yet she still would beg me to lift and carry her all the time. I always obliged and lifted her in all imaginable positions. I did loads of sports to ensure that I remained top strong and could do whatever I wanted with her.

One day, when dad was finally home from travel and not at the pub, she surprised me by asking me to lift her while he watched a cricket game, or something. I was so bloody abashed, that I knew not how to respond. Mum repeated, directly in front of him: “Honey, mum wants you to show her how strong you are and lift her up!” I simply could not resist, and wrapped my arms around her legs and back, and lifted her into a cradle. There she was, directly in my arms as dad pretended to watch England against anyone. I could feel her body trembling as I held her, and I decided to giver her something she had never had.

Slowly, I began to lift mum over my head. I turned my palms upward so they were on her bottom and her back, and she was suddenly being raised overhead. She was completely overwhelmed and also too humiliated to protest. Dad said nothing. As I lifted my own dear, sweet stepmum, I felt her body cramp, and then release as she came silently. My fingers on my right hand were between her legs and brushing her pussy and she could not help herself. I paraded mum around the room, with her lifted over my head, and my bloody dad simply pretended nothing was happening and asked us to “please go somewhere else, thank you very much.”

I lowered mum down into my arms again and cradled her like a baby. It must have been quite the sight, because she was so much taller than I. I carried my mum into the kitchen, where I sat her on the counter. I grabbed at her breast as she kissed my lips with her mouth open. I thought to myself, “there is no going back now.”

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