StepMom is Stuck and Fucked in her Ass at the Gym – Cory Chase

Title: “StepMom Stuck and Fucked in her Ass at the Gym – A Deliciously Despicable Tale”

Lena Davis, a sultry MILF with a body carved by hours at the gym, was stuck. And not just in the metaphorical sense – she was literally stuck, with that strapping young man Cory Chase’s throbbing cock lodged deep in her tight asshole. How on earth did this athletic dynamo find herself in such a deliciously depraved predicament?

It all started that sunny Tuesday morning when Lena dragged her step-son Cory to the gym. “A little ‘step-in-step’ bonding time, sweetie!” she had chirped, winking that smoky bedroom eye. Poor lad, trapped in the web of his own raging libido and her fat ass jiggling tauntingly ahead of him on the treadmills. The boy sweat, the MILF strutted.

They used the squat machines together, Lena humming a sultry tune as she sank those hips to the floor, that cameltoe’d crotch rubbing obscenely against the padded seat. She caught Cory peeking at her tits spilling out the thin woven yoga top. “Eyes up here, mister!” She tapped him playfully. But he couldn’t tear his gaze from those houseplants as she bumped and grinded through each ass-popping rep.

Later, they used the ab bench together. Lena stacked Cory’s hands on the leather as her own hands slid under her sports halter, caressing her heaving tits while she lay back. “You just hold steady, okay sweetie? Gotta get the core firing!” He froze as her granite glutes rose and fell on his denim-covered erection. The boy quivered, his pectorals pumping hot oxygen, a sheen of sweat building between their bodies before she finally dismounted.

Reduced to a quaking mess, Cory loped behind Lena’s sashaying hips to the showers. A chorus of appreciative whistles and clapped hands followed the MILF. But Cory only had eyes for that magnificent ass, a ripe cantaloupe dropping into a mere thong. He bit his knuckle, his cock rearing high under his baggy gym trunks, tenting them with obscene proportions.

After showering, Lena bent at a curious angle, pert as a surfer girl, while drying that thong. Was she showing off? Teasing? R suffrages tortured the boy. He surreptitiously grasped his rigid shame. “Mom…” he croaked. She turned, towel, thong, all in a puddle around her ankles. “What’s that, honey?” She took a step closer, thank god for tall MILF genes, putting his face directly in line with her steamy, lightly goated snatch. “You got something you want to share with mommy?”

Eyeing that open, expectant cunt, he could only nod. “Yes.” She knelt down, her tits heaving in the tight crop top. “Let’s hear it then, sweet boy.” He looked down at her, eyes leveled with those berry nipples straining the cotton. The moist heat radiating from her down below singed his thighs. “I… I love you. I want… to love you like a man does a woman.”

Shutters clicked. She took his face in those strong hands, thumbs caressing, fingers running back in a gesture of motherly reassurance. “And what kind of loving do you want, son?” “Every kind.” She laughed, a warm, breathless sound. “You naughty boy. Here at the gym? What if someone saw?”

But of course, she made no move to lip-lock the kid’s kiss of passion. Instead, she gripped that pulsing shank through his gym shorts. “Fuck mommy. Yeah, fuck your mommy.” Cory trilled. He stripped his gym shorts off and started pushing at her cunt. She snapped her fingers and shook her head. “Knees on the bench, son. Ass up.” She slapped that bare cheek, making him wince and pussy jump. She arranged him like a rag doll there, butt bare and legs spread on the bench.

Then, eyes pinched with concentration, she aimed and pushed. That thick head kissed her back door. He whimpered. “Easy now, momma’s boy. Let me work it in.” She popped a finger into her mouth, moistening it. Then, kneeling behind him, she circled his virgin rose, lubricating it so slick. “Now exhale, honey.” She petted and petted, coaxing and cajoling. With a gasp and a gut-wrenching pop, that bulbous head bottomed out. He cried out.

She sat back in motherly trasure, marveling as he writhed there, that fat cock comparatively incongruent in his slender, hairless, unassuming man-child body. Cum leaked from him, pooling on the rubberised bench, his legs shaking. Her fingers caressed him through the most exquisite anal penetration in history, her son for the first time topped by mommy. “Don’t cum yet, okay? Wait til’ mom’s good and ready.”

She quenched his whimpers with kisses, her puffy rosewood lips pursing, circling, suckling those tender kid-deches, and soon the boy’s mind went blank. He passed out before he could fully understand her tal inmates: that mommy would forever and always keep him helpless, twiggy and soft, under her thumb, stopping in to fuck him any old time, and milk his cums (and bankroll) while she grew more powerful and commanding. There was nothing he could do. Nothing he would want to do.

For now, the MILF moaned contentedly in that weight room, rubbing her clit as her son taught her his tight teenage pumping practice, his muscles clenching so hard around her shaft, milking with such exquisite sensitivity. She build to a delicious smolder, then exploded, squirting noisily onto the rubberised floor. She came again and again, shaking those quad-heavy hips, as Cory shuddered and spurted, too orgasmic to pull out.

She collapsed against him, still deep in his asshole, her nooky gushing out around her thick cock. Hishole dried as they lay there, filling with the chunky soup of her release. She rolled him onto all fours and let him suck the riper bits out, then smacked his cheek with the next huge dose. “Swallow it, you little slut!”

Cleanup would be mommy’s job, of course, so valuable to have such a cum-drunk captive at her disposal, always ready under her thumb for another milking session. She sighed with satisfaction, srcapsing on the bench in recovery, thighs spread, hole gaping, trophies of conquest all. Game, set, match mommy.