Big Titted Stepmom Is Surprised When Her 19yo Stepson Wants To Spend Time With Her
In the sultry, American suburbs, 35-year-old bikini-blonde single mom Crystal, a voracious vixen with voluptuous D-cups, moved in with her new beau Rick. Rick’s shy, hormone-addled 19-year-old son Tommy was less than thrilled about the new arrangements – until he got a load of his busty new stepmom. With his raging pubescent libido running amok, Tommy soon sets his sights on Crystal, and relentlessly pursues her in increasingly brazen, not-so-subtle attempts.
It all starts innocently enough, with lingering looks, some “accidental” bodily contact, and a handy bottle of baby oil to slip on every surface imaginable. But Crystal remains oblivious to Tommy’s lecherous gaze, too focused on keeping up appearances with her new man. That is, until one fateful evening when she comes home from a long shift at Hooters, only to walk in on her not-so-little step-son plunging his hefty 10-inch cock into the neighbor’s 18-year-old daughter.
Shock turns to speculation, as Crystal wonders if all young punks are such horndogs, or just her impressionable stepson. Intrigue sets in as she pictures her own teenage body twisted in the throes of raw teenage lust. By the time Tommy bursts through her bedroom door in the middle of the night, babbling about night sweats and wet dreams, Crystal’s barely-there negligee is already soaked through.
Any reservations Crystal had about fucking her own stepson vanish like a fart in a fan as she goes to town on Tommy’s bulging trouser snake, her enormous rack swinging wildly from side to side. The sloppy wet handjobs and facefuckings escalate rapidly into pissed-in tempest of gooey anal creampies, gear-grinding double penetration, and jaw-dropping bukkake splatter sessions that would make a professional porn star seeing stars. (Note: Tommy may have to cancel band practice that week due to number cramps and pube beard-gaze.)
Of course, dear old dad Rick must be kept in the dark about his girlfriend’s extracurricular activities. So Crystal and Tommy must take their obsessed-on fuckery of an affair on the road, meeting up at seedy truck stops and dingy motels to slam Tommy’s scarily large cock into every available hole. The only thing they fuck more than each other is crystal meth, for that extra boost of lunatic energy. Word is: they even banged in the middle of the I80, with no traffic coming in either direction for miles.
Like all the best fairy tales, there’s a dark moral at the heart of this saga: sex with your stepmom will rot your brains to mush. The final episode finds Tommy sprawled out catatonic on the local skatepark halfpipe, juicebox leaking copiously onto the asphalt, as Crystal wiggles into the hare-headed “Moms I’d Like To Tit-Fuck” tanktop she picked up at Hot Topic. As she angrily puts Trey down for a much-needed nap, a group of scantily-clad nubile sluts refuse to make eye contact with her as they swerve past and lazily lick their lips. Is that a hint of hypocrisy you detect?
Christian values be damned, Crystal ain’t cutting this shit out any time soon. But maybe it’s time to lay off the oxy and spun glass mama bear. If Tommy ever snaps out of his titbang coma, she still needs him to change her tampon once a month.
