Horny MILF Step Aunt with Big Tits is Fucked While Stuck to My Desk – Melanie Hicks
Title: “The Taboo Temptation: Fucking My Stepmom, My Step Aunt”
I was 19 years old, living with my dad and his new wife, Jessica. Jessica was a MILF in every sense of the word. She had long, blonde hair, luscious curves that filled out all her outfits in the most delicious way imaginable, and a pair of tits that could stop traffic. More than once, I had accidentally caught glimpses of her large, soft breasts straining against lacy bras or low-cut tops, and more than once, I had sprawled out on my bed at night, fapping to fantasies of burying my face between those perfect mounds.
Jessica’s own sister, Melissa, came to visit one day, a negation of our stepmom’s wild, naughty side. Melanie was a real MILF, curvy and thick and stacked with tits so big they made you weak in the knees. Her blonde hair was done up in a messy bun, tendrils framing her pretty face. She wore a low-cut tank top that showed off the impressive cleavages of soft, pillowy flesh.
The two of them lounged around the house, chatting over wine, and I couldn’t help but overhear snippets of their conversation, titbits of female bonding that hinted at overheated attitudes and racy views. Melanie joked that she had to keep her hunky boyfriend satisfied, and Jessica laughed and replied that she knew how it felt, living with a monster cock under your roof.
My own cock began to stir as I listened to them flaunt their sexual nature, painting such wicked images with their dirty minds. I could picture Jessica so clearly – her delicious, thick ass, her huge rippling tits, that creamy dusky skin, how it must feel so soft and smooth and golden, and I was rock hard.
Suddenly Melanie spotted me, lounging at the kitchen table, and I realized how naughty and shameful it was, what I was doing. My cock throbbed, pulsing between my legs as fantasy pictures pranced and twirled across my brain like perverted ballerinas. I felt like a pervert, yet I couldn’t help it.
“Have you been spying on us?” Jessica’s voice suddenly rang out, and I sat up, startled. “If you are wearing headphones, take them off right now and say you’re sorry to Auntie!”
Embarrassed, I reached for them, yanking them off. “Sorry,” I said sheepishly, my face red and hot. “I was just working on my homework…”
“You keep looking at us. Have you been listening to what we were saying?” Jessica demanded, looming over me. In her tight shorts her ass was an engineering marvel, round and thick, with the firm globes stretched by the fabric clinging to the contours she was renowned for.
I shook my head, but Melanie just laughed, sensing the truth of my Solomon shield. “He’s lying. I bet he was staring at your tits, weren’t you, kiddo?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I replied, trying to sound like an adult instead of a high school dumbass barely out of puberty.
“Oh really?” Melanie cocked her head to one side and smirked. I noticed she was wearing only a thin sundress. Suspicious for desert air, that type of outfit. All that luscious skin on display, even her bellybutton was visible through the thin white fabric. I tried to keep my eyes forward, but they always seemed to wander to her huge breasts.
“Aha, I caught you staring like you were trying to undress me!” She pouted, feigning indignation. It took a certain calm dignity to point out such a thing without losing your cool, and a steady voice if you felt like shaking the kid until his teeth wobbled in his head.
