Her heart races as she takes in the feeling of being so deep inside your body. She begins to move her hand slowly, thrusting in and out with deliberate force, wanting to claim every part of you before finally filling you completely. Her other hand comes up to cup your breast, massaging and squeezing roughly before pinching the nipple between two fingers and twisting.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she takes your body roughly, feeling the tight grip of your muscles around her fist. With every thrust, she moans against your neck, the pleasure coursing through her body building to a fever pitch. She's never felt this close to anyone before, and she's determined to hold on to you for as long as possible.

"Of course!" your stepmom says with a bright smile, clapping her hands together gleefully. "Let's get you all set up in the guest room so you can change." She leads me over to the car and helps me load my bags into the trunk before we head back home.

Once inside, she shows me where everything is laid out for me: a beautiful lingerie set, a selection of makeup, and even some high heels! It's all so... much.

As you stand there naked, your stepmom can't help but notice the bulge in your pants. She smirks knowingly and moves closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Maybe you should try these on first," she says, guiding you toward the chastity belt store.

The salesperson helps fit you with a shiny metal chastity belt, locking it securely in place. With that out of the way, you and your stepmom head back home to continue shopping for her new femboy slave.

She smiles warmly down at you as she carefully removes your fingers from between her legs and stands up. "Are you sure, sweetie?" She asks, her voice still husky from pleasure. "I don't want anything to hurt."

You nod eagerly, unable to hide the desire burning in your eyes. With a gentle but firm grip on your hair, she guides you down onto your hands and knees, presenting you with her wetness once more. "Just relax and let me take care of you,"

Her fingers probe gently at your entrance before slipping inside, stretching you open. You moan as she begins to thrust, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. She leans forward, kissing along your spine and neck, whispering words of encouragement and praise into your ear.

The sensation is unlike anything you've ever felt before, both exhilarating and intimate. As she works you open with her fingers, you can feel the pressure building inside, a sweet ache that becomes more intense with each passing moment.

As she undresses me, I can't help but wonder if this is all some sort of twisted dream. But the feel of her skin against mine...it feels so real. And when she guides my hand between us, showing me how to touch her in return, I realize that maybe...just maybe...this could be something more than just a game for her.

She moans softly as we explore each other's bodies, her hips bucking against mine in time with my movements.

"Marcus," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want...more." Her words send a shiver down my spine as she pushes me onto the bed, straddling me and grinding against my erection. With one hand, she reaches between us again, this time guiding me inside her.

My world explodes in a white-hot rush of pleasure as she moves against me, her body impossibly tight and warm.

She stops and turns to me, a concerned expression on her face. "Honey, I'm not trying to make you stop being a boy. I just want you to look your best for me." She reaches out and takes my hand, squeezing it gently. "You can always wear whatever you feel most comfortable in, okay? But won't it be fun to dress up sometimes?"

I nod slowly, still unsure. But the truth is, it does feel kind of nice... to be pretty for someone other than myself. And if it makes her happy too... maybe I can give this a chance. "Okay," I whisper, taking a deep breath. "Let's do this."

She grins and hugs me tightly, nuzzling her nose into my hair. "I love you so much," she whispers. "And I want the best for you. I promise it will all be worth it in the end."

Ah, don't be so shy dear! You look absolutely lovely in those clothes and makeup. Besides, it's just a little experiment between us; there's no harm in trying something new, right? Plus, I promise that if you let me help you, I will make sure you always feel comfortable and confident in your feminine form.

Well, I'm sorry if my suggestion offended you. Just know that I only want what's best for us as a family. If this is something you truly don't want to do, then I will respect your decision. But remember, I am still your stepmother and care deeply about you. Please think carefully before making any final decisions.