Rebel Rhyder in Bored Step Mom with New Big Tits Wants to Try Anal

Title: “Rebel’s BOLD Brand of Mommy’s Little Helpers”

Welcome, dear reader, to another thrilling tale spun from the wildest corners of Rebel Rhyder’s mind. Today, we dive into the smoldering depths of her latest exploit, “Bored Step Mom with New Big Tits Wants to Try Anal.” So, grab your fedoras, your magnifying glasses, and get ready for a no-holds-barred voyage to the unknown!

Our story begins on a balmy summer evening, the kind that sticks to your skin like honey. Rebel, resplendent in her newfound endowment, lounges on the living room couch. Her stepdaughter, Jasmine, has been acting out recently – stay out too late, roll in with bloodshot eyes, that sort of thing. Rebel decides today’s the day to ‘have a talk.’

“Jasmine, honey,” Rebel purrs, patting the empty spot beside her on the couch, “come sit with Mommy. We need to, you know, talk.”

Jasmine rolls her eyes but plops herself down, all gangly limbs and attitude. The sight of Rebel’s enhanced bust steals her breath. “Mom, what happened to your…your…” she stammers, pointing.

Rebel grins. “Like the new girls? Daddy got them for me as a gift. So, about your recent behavior. I think it’s time we had a different kind of talk. The kind where Mommy shows you a thing or two.”

Jasmine blinks, uncomprehending. “What are you talking about?”

“You know, daughter of mine,” Rebel smirks, “it’s time Mommy shared her secret way to blow off steam. And I think I know just the thing…”

She crooks a well-manicured finger at Jasmine, who shuffles closer, hypnotized. Rebel reaches out, her red nails raking gently down her daughter’s arm. “You know, baby, that aching, aching need you feel, those hormones making you crazy? I know how to sate them. Let Mommy show you.”

Rebel’s fingers dance over Jasmine’s treacherous nipples, teasing, pinching. Rebels’ other hand slips lower, massaging her daughter’s inner thigh. Jasmine squirms and flushes, cheeks stained redder than her mother’s lips.

“Mom…what are you…?” she whimpers, but Rebel interrupts with a searing kiss, tongue plunging deep. Jasmine’s eyes flutter shut, and her mind goes blank. Her hands fly up to palm those luscious tits, and she mewls into Rebel’s mouth.

“Ohhhh, you like that?” Rebel croons, licking the shell of Jasmine’s ear. “You like Mommy’s new girls? They’re gonna help give you the kind of Nanny that’ll set your straight, once and for all.”

Shoving her daughter into a prone position, Rebel straddles Jasmine’s face. “Now, open wide and say aaaah, baby girl,” she giggles.

Jasmine squeaks, eyes flying open as Rebel’s pussy comes into contact with her mouth. She peeks up at her stepmother balefully, but her tongue lolls out to give that dripping core a tentative lick.
Rebel’s groan ismusic to Jasmine’s inexperienced ears. The blonde’s eyes shine as she doubles down, sealing her lips to Rebel’s folds and suckling.

“That’s it, sweetie. Mmummy likes.” Rebel grinds down, smothering Jasmine in hot, musky flesh. Her free hand tugs at her oversized tits, tweaking the nipples. Jasmine squawks and Rebel laughs before lifting a finger to shush her.

“Easy, muffin. Mommy’s got plenty of treats for you too.” Her finger trails down Jasmine’s heaving belly, over the baby bump, and stops right at the edge of her sex. Fingertips dip inside, slickened with Rebel’s own arousal, and Jasmine sparks white. She shudders, whinnies, and deflowers herself on Rebel’s questing digit.

“Ahhh, fuck,” Rebel rasps, pumping into the tight, rippling heat. Her tits bounce as she fingers her stepdaughter deeper, faster. Jasmine squeals and writhes, drowning in cloying sensations of betrayal and bliss. She thrashes, bucks, gnaws on Rebel’s pulsing nub as the siren catches her in a spiral of sin.

“Mmmmph! Nnnngh!” Jasmine drools. Her back bows, toes curl, and she shatters with a broken wail silenced by Rebel’s meat. The raven-haired minx rides those sweet contractions, squirting her release over Rebel’s gasping lips.

“Ohhh yessss,” Rebel slurs, eyes rolling back. Girl cum drips down her face, and she laps it greedily from Jasmine’s mouth.

Long moments later, Rebel pulls herself free, sliding off Jasmine’s boneless form. The blonde peeks up at her in a daze, panting, eyes half-lidded. Rebel smirks and taps her chin thoughtfully.

“Well, Jazzybuttons… Ready to go again?” She stands and saunters over to the bar in the corner, hips rolling. She pours them each a hefty shot of whiskey, downs hers, and strolls back to Jasmine, bottle and shot in hand. She presses the glass to the blonde’s lips, making her drink.

Reaching down, Rebel melts her mouth to Jasmine’s cunny, lapping languidly. The raw whiskey blooms in the juicy folds and Jasmine goes cross-eyed. She undulates and keens, fingers knotting in her stepmother’s hair.

“Mmmnnnff!” Jasmine gasps against Rebel’s soaked pussy. Draining the bottle, Rebel draws back, slapping a palm into her thigh.

“Now, princess, Momma wants her turn. A little tit for tat.” She smirks. “And I think these big ol’ titties of yours were made for Mommy’s cunt!”

She grabs Jasmine by the hair, pulling her to the edge of the couch. Unceremoniously dumping the blonde, Rebel straddles her face once more, but this time, she has Jasmine’s head on a pillow. Bending, she seize one straining nipple between her teeth. She gnaws lightly and sucks, drawing the bud deep into her mouth.

“Whfff!” Jasmine howls, hands fluttering. Then Rebel’s tongue swirls, lashes, and pummels, and Jasmine is lost. Her fingers fly up to clutch at Rebel’s swinging tits, pinching and squeezing. Rebel squeals and grinds down, smearing her slick juices across Jasmine’s face.

The blonde bucks, writhing, trying to escape her stepmother’s smothering sex. Rebel just holds on tighter, mercilessly bouncing on Jasmine’s mouth. “That’s right, suckle those udders, babycakes!”

Jasmine screams into Rebel’s pussy, muffled but shrill. Her furious bucking inflames them both, and Rebel’s orgasm crashes through her in waves. “Nnnngh, ahhhh!”

Her thighs clamp around Jasmine’s head, an inescapable vise. The blonde whimpers and slurps, trying to breathe. But Rebel just ruts through her release, drenching the blonde in tart girlspunk.

Finally, Rebel shuffles off. She collapses back on the couch with a sated sigh. But she doesn’t stop, not for a second. Yanking Jasmine’s ankles, Rebel drags her down the couch to rest her succulent rump on Rebel’s face.

“MOMMMY!” Jasmine gapes as Rebel begins licking an asshole for the first time.

“Mmmph, shh,” Rebel grunts. “Just relax, snookums. A little bit of Mommy’s tongue, and you’ll be flying higher than any moaning.”

Jasmine mewls, fingers scrabbling. Rebel’s tongue rims, then circles, then plunges. Jasmine yelps, clenching up. Rebel chuckles darkly and doubles down. Slurping, probing, she invades by inches.

“Mθεngh, ooohh!” Jasmine gasps and squirms. Rebel just knots strong arms around her thighs. She laps at Jasmine’s pucker, spreading saliva, preparing her for the inevitable.

suddenly, Rebel ramming three fingers into that tight asshole without warning. Wicked witch that she is.

Jasmine shrieks, hoarse. “MMMMFF!”

Rebel fingers her hard and fast, long strokes from clit to curl, her mouth hovering around Jasmine’s entrance. When she slides two more fingers in, Jasmine finally goes limp.

“Ungh! Ah! Ungf!” Jasmine squawks. Rebel’s fingers scissor, loosening the blonde’s back passage. She sucks the blonde’s dripping folds into her mouth, drinking deep.

After a thorough tongue lashing to Jasmine’s clit, Rebel burrows down again, screwing fingers knuckle-deep into her stepdaughter’s ass. That wicked tongue drools and wiggles, probing the tight ring.

“Mmmfffgh!” Jasmine yowls. She claws the couch, legs flailing. But Rebel is relentless. Her fingers pump, curl, scissors. Her tongue licks, laps, probes. She’s singing now, a crooning, filthy serenade.

“Oh, oh, oh! Nnngh! OhfuckohmygodMOMMMY!” Jasmine’s orgasm detonates through her in blinding flashes. She convulses. She screams. She howls and begs as Rebel milks every last drop.

After an eternity, Jasmine collapses back, apathetic. Rebel disengages with a satisfied lick and grimace.

The blonde twitches and whines, legs still splayed. Her face is slack, red-rimmed eyes glassy. Rebel smirks down at her handiwork. The girl looks well…used.

“Aaand, that’s how it’s done, baby.” Rebel purrs, patting Jasmine’s rear. “Trust me, you’ll be thanking me soon enough.”

Jasmine only whimpers, curled in a shuddering heap. But Rebel knows better. This is the first time of many, the deepest mark on a soul’s still-cool clay. Rebel will mold this daughter into her willing slave, a mirror to her own baser impulses.

Rebel stretches languidly, gathering her scattered garments. The danger’s over, for now. But Jasmine’s going to wake up a changed girl.

With a final peck to Jasmine’s clammy brow, Rebel saunters off, humming a lurid tune. It’s a new day, and Rebel’s got more deviant deeds to attend to. You’ve been warned.