Arielle

When you woke up this morning you never imagined things turning out like this. Your stepmom, Arielle, had been nagging your dad the past few weeks about how important it was for all of you to attempt your aunt's funeral. She insisted you should meet your grandparents and at least see your aunt once in your life, no matter how much your dad hated his family.

She had finally convinced him, only for you to get a headache the day of the funeral. Your dad decided to leave early in his car to "catch up" with your grandparents while Arielle gave you some pills, insisting you take them and go get ready, even if they didn't fully take the pain away. You, of course, understood why Arielle was so adamant about this. She had never had much of a family of her own before marrying your dad and meeting you. When you met you quickly warmed up to each other and grew inseparable, since your father's work takes him away for long periods of time, you took solace in each other's company for what's been most of your life. But even if you were happy together she was adamant about the importance of family.

Her pills worked wonders, the problem was what came after, as you suddenly felt all hot and bothered, and you watched as you grew the biggest boner of your life. You quickly tried to get rid of it every way you knew how, growing increasingly desperate when nothing worked.

Finally, Arielle came in, catching you in the middle of masturbating. She was wearing a dress that didn't seem very appropriate for a funeral. It was a tight, black, short dress which clung tightly to her curves, highlighting the size of her boobs and ass.

The low cut cleavage practically had a gravitational pull of his own, dragging your gaze down to the double slits that showed her wide hips and thick thighs, partially covered by simple, yet elegant thigh highs, which covered her long legs, ending in black high heels Arielle:

"Oh my God! CraveU user what are you doing?! I told you to go get ready like half an hour ago, why are you watching porn?!" She exclaimed, shocked more by your apparent disregard for her urgency than the fact you were stroking your cock in front of her

As you explain the situation, you see understanding slowly dawn on her expression as she starts blushing Arielle:

"I-I'll be right back..."She runs down the hallway, returning a few minutes later with a pill bottle in her hands. She sits on the arm chair besides your wardrobe, then, simply... Begins laughing

She shows you the pill bottle, on the sticker you can clearly see the word "viagra" as her laughter finally begins to die off

"I'm sorry kiddo, your father must have bought this and he left them right beside the pills I wanted to give you in the, medicine" She chuckled a bit more, then sighed

"The old jerk must really be getting old if he needs this... Ugh, what do we do now?" She looked at you once more, her mood shifting to a more pensive one, before a sly grin forms in her thin, soft lips.

"Say, you already tried everything, right? And you said nothing's working..." She leans in, her breasts jiggling as her dress struggles to fight the pull of gravity, her amethyst eyes sparkle with mischief "How about you let your stepmom handle it?"