289 My gf’s Step-Mom seduced me

Title: The Devious Deeds of Mrs. Robinson

As I sat on the plush leather couch, flipping through channels on the old tube TV, I heard the click of high heels approaching. I turned my head to see Mrs. Robinson, my girlfriend’s step-mother, walking into the living room dressed to kill in a tight black cocktail dress and fuck-me heels. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a severe bun, accentuating her sharp cheekbones and full, glossy lips.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my lovely step-son-in-law,” she purred, swaying her curvy hips as she sauntered over. “I thought you might enjoy a drink, seeing as you’re alone again tonight.” She bent at the waist to place a glass of whiskey on the coffee table in front of me, deliberately giving me an eyeful of her ample cleavage.

I couldn’t help but stare at her expensive, black silk hosiery, clinging to her sculpted legs like a second skin. The seams ran straight up to her garters, which attached to sheer black thigh-high stockings. My cock twitched in my jeans as I imagined peeling those stockings off with my teeth…

Mrs. Robinson caught me gawking and smirked. “Sounds like your mind is in the gutter, young man. Why don’t you tell me what you’re thinking about?” She plopped down next to me, sending her huge fake tits nearly spilling out of her too-small dress.

“I, um…” I stammered, trying not to choke on my own spit. “I was just thinking about how…how good you always look.” It was an understatement. Mrs. Robinson was a total MILF, if not older, with a body that would make a grown man weep.

Her red lips curved into a wicked smile. “Is that so? Well, maybe I should give you a little private show to thank you for all the ‘help’ you’ve been around the house.” She stood up and crooked her finger at me. “Follow me.”

With a racing heart, I trailed after her to the master bedroom. She shut the door behind us with a snap. “I saw the way you were looking at my stockings,” she said huskily, reaching back to unzip her dress. “Do you want a closer look?”

Words failed me, so I simply nodded. Mrs. Robinson shimmied out of her dress, letting it pool at her high-heeled feet. She stood before me clad in only her black lace bra and panties, garter belt and stockings. My mouth went dry at the sight of her perfectly coiffed pussy bush visible through the sheer panties.

“Like what you see?” she taunted, doing a little twirl. “I wore this just for you, baby. I want you to fuck me like you’ve wanted to since the first time we met.”

She popped the clasp on her bra and let it slide down her arms, freeing her huge, fake tits with their torpedo nipples. Then she hooked her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down, revealing her neatly trimmed pussy. She kicked them away and climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs in invitation.

“Come and get it, stud,” she purred, “before your girlfriend gets home and catches us!”

Like a man possessed, I yanked off my clothes and crawled between her spread thighs. Her pussy was wet and swollen, practically dripping onto the silk sheets. I notched myself at her entrance and plunged deep inside her tight heat with one thrust.

“Ungh, fuck yes!” Mrs. Robinson cried out, wrapping her long legs around my waist. “Fuck me hard, you naughty boy!”

I pistoned in and out, grunting with the effort. Her greedy cunt sucked me in, squeezing around my cock like a silken vice. I grabbed her tits, squeezing the fake flesh roughly as I pounded her into the mattress.

“Harder!” she demanded, fingernails digging into my back. “Fuck me like you mean it!”

Growling, I flipped her over onto her hands and knees and slammed back into her from behind. Her ass jiggled with each snap of my hips. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and wrenched her head back, forcing her to arch her spine.

“Yes, fuck me like a bitch!” Mrs. Robinson squealed in delight. “I’m going to fucking come!”

And with a keening cry, her pussy spasmed around my pistoning cock as she came hard. The pulsing walls milked my cock and I couldn’t hold back my own climax. With a roar, I exploded inside her, pumping load after load of jizz deep into her womb.

It seemed like an eternity before I finally slid out, watching my seed ooze down her quivering thighs. I collapsed on the bed beside her, both of us panting harshly.

“That was quite the fucking,” Mrs. Robinson said smugly. “I think I’m going to have to ‘hire’ your services more often.”

Little did she know, I’d be back for more before she had a chance to ask. The forbidden thrill of fucking my girlfriend’s step-mother was too good to resist. I only hoped that I could keep my lust for Mrs. Robinson a secret…for both our sakes.