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Why Won't You Call Me Mum? (Celina and RoleplayMaster)

Embarrassing. Right. Got it. "Mrs Teller, we don't need to talk about this." he groaned as she began to talk about needing to talk about girls. He assumed that this would be some sort of birds and the bees talk. But then she offered to help him find a girlfriend, which was even weirder. He never called her mum, or Celina. Always Mrs Teller. A sign that while she may have felt a bond coming, there was still some progress to be made.

"I think that's a little odd, don't you? My step-mother trying to help me hook up with women?" He asked her, his cheeks slightly red. Admittedly, he did think about girls a lot. Both those his age, and those a bit older. But all he could think about right now, was his mother's two large breasts, and slipping his cock in between them!
 
So yeah, it had become awkward... though she sort of regretted it now, she had already gone with it. He could see her shift a bit uncomfortably at the continued lack of familiarity with her. She'd already told him several times he COULD call her mum, mom, mother, Celina, etc. Anything that would hint he had some inkling of want for her to be related to him. But she wasn't the pushy type, so she wasn't going to go out on him for his continued defiance.

On the other hand, she hadn't thought about it. She didn't know if mothers did that, though she did wish her own mother did. "Well I mean..." Celina said awkwardly as she scratched her head. "I just think you should find someone, the sooner the better. You don't want to end up like..." She didn't finish her sentence as she realized she was talking about herself. After all... she was 28 now and only then did she find love. "I just don't want you to go through life and not have any support from someone close to you."
 
He mentally finished the sentence in his mind. You don't want to end up like Celina. She looked uncomfortable, which was where he wanted her. He wanted her to feel like he was always in control of their relationship. That she was trying to please him, not the other way around.

"I mean... I guess. But I don't see what you are expecting to help with anyway." he said, not outright saying no, more curious as to what her idea would be. Even if it didn't work, he could manipulate her somehow... "What, do you want to go out clubbing, be a wingwoman, and so on? Set me up on a blind date with one of your friends' daughters?" he asked, laughing at the idea.
 
His suggestion further embarrassed her, and he could see it quite clearly as she shifted uncomfortably in place. "W-what... noooo..." she said with an exasperated sigh. She'd been clubbing a few times earlier in her life but... she didn't like to talk about those times, for very personal reasons. "Obviously not, those places are no good. Just scoundrels..." There she was, talking about herself again.

"I'm sure we can find someone in school that's your type. You've tried looking for one, right?" she asked, ever nosier about it.
 
"That uh... a bit personal." He blushed lightly, as she asked about if he had tried looking for one. "But um... what are you expecting to do? Go up to someone and say 'Hey.. You should date my step-son'? No, I don't think that'd be appropriate." He laughed, still trying to make her uncomfortable. He was unsure what else to say or do. His step mother offering to help him date was weird enough as it was, without having to try and converse with her about it.
 
Eventually, she just puffed up her cheeks like an immature girl and sat there sullenly. "I guess so..." she murmured, frustrated that he didn't have any faith in her. Course that sounded kind of stupid but... maybe it could work? Though... could she even muster the will to do it? She wasn't exactly the strongest person mentally, and she hadn't ever pursued anyone. Hell, his father was the one that came unto her, or she'd still be single.

"Maybe you're right..." The whole conversation had drained her, and she didn't feel like doing the dishes. Instead, she yawned and shook her head. "Mrng... I think I'll turn in early tonight." It wasn't like she was going to get any action tonight anyway, her husband would go straight to sleep after coming home so late. As a result, she got up and went to make herself a tea, leaving it to heat up while she went to the bathroom.
 
While Celina went to the bathroom, the film silently playing in the background gave him an idea. He didn't know how truthful the film would be to real events, but he would soon find out. Searching through the cupboards, he soon found a bunch of sleeping pills, ones initially meant for his dad after having some insomnia. But he had slowly recovered, and no longer needed the pills. It had been a few months since he last needed some, so he doubted his father would notice them missing.

The film had used two pills, but Curtis decided on three for good measure. Crushing up the contents, Curtis dropped the powdered drugs into the tea and stirred, allowing the contents to mix in completely. Hearing his mother begin to return from the bathroom, he grabbed an apple juice from the fridge and sat down at the table, giving him an excuse for why he was in here.
 
Celina finished washing up and returned to her tea, where it sat in the microwave. "I'm sorry about that, I just wanted to help," she mentioned to him as she added milk and sugar, which would delete any taste of the pills, if ever there was any. The look on her face didn't show she realized it either, so it went unnoticed. As she took up her mug and started to drink it slowly, it would eventually start to course through her body. But for now, she was mostly awake, just tired from the day's events.

"I hope you don't hate me for that..." she added, blowing a bit on her hot tea before taking another series of sips.
 
"No no, of course I don't hate you for that." He said quickly. He hated her for entering his life as his step-mother, rather than a girl that he could fuck in his own time... well, at least her role in his life actually would allow him that luxury, even if it was a bit more messed up than he'd like. "I understand you're trying to help, it's just a bit... weird." he explained. "Just drink up and head to bed, I'd rather not talk about that subject any more." He requested of her, slightly impatient that the pills didn't seem to have a major effect yet.
 
The first part, she understood, but the part after that... it saddened her, and it was obvious on her features. "Right... I think that's best..." she said lowly, blowing it once more before gulping down the tea even faster than before. He certainly put her on the off-foot, and she clearly wanted to get out of his hair as quickly as she could. "Well, good night..." she said, taking a step toward him as she had tried multiple times before, wanting to give him a good night kiss to the forehead. But the situation had doomed that in her eyes so instead, she nodded before turning and heading off to bed.

Though, as he could see, her steps were rather lazy and as she reached the stairs, she stalled for a moment. "Mhgnnn..." she groaned, her head bobbing slowly as if she was disorientated. Slowly, one step at a time and gripping the railing as best she could, she started upward.
 
Curtis noticed the sadness in her eyes, and knew that a distant plan in his mind might have become either easier or harder. At the moment, he wasn't quite so sure. But for his current plan, it seemed to be coming into effect. Watching Celina lazily climb up the stairs, Curtis waited a few moments before following her, waiting to see what happened.
 
Somehow, she reached the top of the stairs, but the step mother was far from safe. "Urrgnn..." she groaned, audibly now, and her eyes could barley stay open. Her feet felt so heavy and her shoes just feel off her as she walked along. She didn't even realize her shirt was still open, but the fact that she felt about to pass out overtook any other concern. It took her awhile, but she finally made it to her room, and the moment her knee touched the bed, she collapsed unto it, face first, her ass sticking up in the air. Even from the corridor, he could hear her loud breathing and slight snoring as she was knocked out cold.
 
Curtis couldn't help but burst out laughing as he watched her collapse onto the bed. And with her ass sticking up in the air, he could feel his cock hardening. Approaching the room, he knocked on the door frame loudly. "Mum!" he yelled at her, to see if she had any response. But finding none, he approached her fallen body. Gently, a hand ran along her body, from ankle to shoulder, admiring every little curve. It was a gentle touch, with only minor groping for now. But he would of course have a good time.

Once confirming that she was out cold, Curtis knelt down and placed his face between her ass cheeks, kissing and smelling her scent. Smirking, he wanted her dripping wet by the time he left. Standing up once more, he looked around the room, all the cupboards and drawers, wondering where her sex toys were - and what they were.
 
As she lay there, Celina remained clothed in her teaching outfit, and he could finally feel it up close and on her. The mesh material of her pantyhose was certainly unique, as he hadn't ever washed them and likely hadn't touched them either. On the other hand, it didn't prevent him from feeling the curves and soft flesh beneath it, just distorting his touch. The further he went, the further her curves expanded as he reached her ass, where her skirt still sat tautly against her booty. Further up still, the curve sharply went inward where her thinner waist lay, the hourglass he was used to seeing finally tracing under his fingers.

And further along, her curvature started back out as he reached her shoulder, the now somewhat disheveled fabric of her blouse somewhat tugged out of her skirt and able to be pushed and pulled and wrinkled. As he brought himself down, he could see straight up her skirt, where the darkened white cotton with lace taunted him so, its more sheer cut than brief panties certainly a welcoming sight. And her scent was strong, brought about by a long day of hard work.

A search of her furniture turned up little, other than some clothing and underwear. Of course, he also found his father's items as well, as they shared the same dresser. In the closet, though, deep in the back, he found a nice little velvet package that appeared to be somewhat dusty. A quick opening of it would reveal an average looking pink dildo, all fresh and clean, looking as if it hadn't been used in some time.

Though it wasn't the only goodie. Looking more, he saw a somewhat less appealing box on his father's side of the closet, that seemed that have been left carelessly behind. Inside, he found what appeared to be unused items, a small white vibrator and a pair of metallic handcuffs. Why they weren't used... he coudln't be sure.
 
Looking through the various toys, Curtis eventually picked out the vibrator. The handcuffs would stay in his mind for another day though. Running downstairs, he found some duct tape and returned to his sleeping victim. The vibrator was pushed right against her clit, then taped so it didn't move, before finally turned on to its highest setting.

Letting the sleeping girl moan, the boy moved to her upper half, unbuttoning the blouse and removing her bra. His cock was rock hard at this point, staring down at the naked breasts that taunted him so. His member slapped her flesh, enjoying how they jiggled at every movement. His fingers deftly pinched, pulled and groped at each boob, making her nipples stiffen quickly. And as her mouth hung open, he couldn't resist slipping his cock in, revelling at the warm wet feeling. "Holy shit." He whispered.
 
Celina's heavy yet rhythmic breathing continued unabated her snoring a good sign that he wouldn't be getting caught any time soon. Even through her panties, the vibrator started to really flex its motor, and the loud buzzing sound it emitted he could easily hear from where he stood. "Uhhn..." she groaned in her sleep as her body wiggled slightly. Her heavy eyelids remained unmoving, even as he came up and started to tug off the clothing of her upper body.

As he unveiled her luscious mounds, he had the dream that so many boys lusted for. Celina's dang near prefect breasts were somewhat flattened a bit by gravity, but they still retained their impressive shapes rather nicely. And, of course, the feeling of the thick, maleable mounds against his dick was definitely extraordinary. With her bright pink nipples erecting themselves on the spot, and her low, lustful moans growing ever more, her lips had parted to the point that he could easily fit inside.

The feeling his inserted meat detected within was certainly a new thing for him. Nothing like masturbating, her mouth was hot, tight around him, and wet. He could already feel himself sliding about her tongue as it seemed to move around by itself, pleasure the underside.
 
He watched her squirm and moan under the vibrator's influence, smiling at the music sounds she made. As a hand lightly played with her breast, he had not expected the amount of pleasure her warm, wet mouth provided. Suddenly, he felt the sensation of an oncoming orgasm. Pulling back, his cum shot along her face, one rope of cum hitting her gag reflex purely by accident. Swearing under his breath, he had wished the moment lasted longer.

Entering her mouth once again, the teacher cleaned him in her sleep, before he pulled back once more. Grabbing some tissues, the boy gently wiped his semen away, the smell lingering despite cleaning her. Gently, he cooed his name in her ear, continuing to play with her breasts as she felt the vibrations across her body. He wanted her to think of him in her sleep, her only thoughts being Curtis, and her orgasms.

Waiting until she undoubtedly orgasmed, Curtis finally pulled the vibrator away, cleaning up any other mess he made. Her pussy was soaking wet when he returned. Gently, he pulled Celina up the bed so her face was at least in the pillows, even if her body was on top of the sheets. Before he left, he fixed her clothes and grabbed one of her hands, pushing it beneath her skirt and slipping two of her fingers between her legs. Smiling to himself, Curtis finally left, going to his own room and going to sleep soon after.
 
Despite being all the way up inside her mouth, he could actually feel the vibrations all the way from where they rattled her clit, as if they carried throughout her body and came to encompass his dick as well. Though her tongue did in fact move about somewhat on its own, pleasuring him in unconscious accord, it wasn't anything particularly potent, and it was more his imagination and lust that had him going rather than licking him on her part. Still, her body was warm and he could feel the erecting nipple under his palm as he toyed with her breast. In her sleep, she was certainly becoming aroused.

The sudden blast of hot spunk across her face slapped over her nose, some of it even prodding a bit up her nostril, as well as splatting over her fallen eye lid and even some on her hair. At the same time, the jolt that went inside her open mouth hit the back of her throat, and she coughed it up, her body still able to maintain its reflex. His dirty cock could rest easy, leaving the residual spunk to gargle itself upon her tongue as she slept, and even cleaned up, a slight shiny trail remained, though so subtle she would've had to know exactly what it was that happened to her. Something she wouldn't have.

More and more, her body seemed to heat up, and it moved slightly here and there. The drug made sure to keep her down, so it wasn't wholy evident that she came, at least until he noticed the way her pussy seemed to spasm and contract. Celina lay there afterward, once he was satisfied of the position in which he left her, and would sleep out the rest of the night, vaguely dreaming about Curtis and, for some reason, being aroused.
 
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