Stepmom is mine!
I was seventeen when I lost my mom. For the next two years, it was just my dad and me. But everything changed when my dad married this beautiful woman, Laila. I got a stepmom. She was around mid-thirties. She had good breasts and an awesome hip. She was really sweet and the family now felt a bit complete. Initially I didn’t develop any feelings towards her but certain situations led me into nailing her. Ours is a Hindu family and we go to temples. One such day, the temple was heavily crowded. We were in a queue and she was standing in front of me. The crowd behind was pushing forward. Without any choice, I had to lean on her. She was wearing saree. Whenever there was a push, my hands grabbed her navel …