Adopted Stepson And Stepmother Learning To Satisfy Themselves Toget

The sultry sway of curves, the heaving of breasts, the flushed cheeks and honeyed honeyed brown skin – it all but screamed out that this was no ordinary afternoon. As I settled into my recliner and clicked play, I knew I was in for quite the treat.

The scene opened on a young man, mid-20s perhaps, lounging on the couch with earphones in. He was slender, olive-toned, pretty in a youthful way. Clearly the adopted stepson. His stepmother then bustled into view, a vision in a thin white robe that did little to conceal her buxom brunette form.

“Hey, darling,” she purred, her low Latina accent dancing over the syllables. “Did you have fun with your friends last night?” She settled next to him on the couch, crossing her shapely legs.

The young man pulled out an earbud, grinning sheepishly. “It was alright. We just played some video games and watched a movie.” His eyes roamed appreciatively over her barely-covered figure.

His stepmother trailed a manicured finger along his thigh. “I’m glad you had a good time, mi amor. Do you want me to rub your shoulders? I have magic hands, you know.” Her voice was silky, inviting.

He squirmed a bit in his seat, clearly flustered by her bold advances. “Uh, yeah, sure Mom. That would be great.”

She smiled coyly and shifted to straddle him on the couch. As her robe rode up to reveal the lacy tops of her stockings, she began kneading his shoulders, lean fingers working expertly into tight muscles.

The young man’s breath hitched as she leaned close, her full breasts pressing against his back. “How’s that, baby?” she murmured.

He swallowed hard, nodding. “Mmm, feels really good Mama. Don’t stop.” His hands came up to grip her hips lightly.

She obliged, rubbing and caressing as she wore away his resistance with gentle kneads and sensuous touch. Her hands roamed lower, skimming over his chest, before drifting teasingly back up. All the while, she undulated against him, her ample rear pressed snugly against his wandering hands.

Beads of sweat began to glisten on his skin as the heat built. His eyes fluttered shut, breathing growing more labored as his stepmother worked him into a steady rhythm of blissful release.

Abruptly, her hips boldly gyrated, pressing insistently against his growing bulge. “I think someone’s happy to see me,” she teased playfully, rolling her hips to grind against him.

The young man gasped, eyes flying open as he realized the dangerous game they were playing. Heart pounding, primal urges rising to the surface, he grabbed her hips with sure fingers, grinding up into her heat.

“You have no idea,” he growled possessively, voice ragged with lust.

His stepmother moaned huskily, egging him on with breathy sighs and writhing hips. They fell into a wild, rutting rhythm, rubbing and thrusting shamelessly, all thoughts of propriety long abandoned.

The camera zoomed in on the young man’s strained expression, sweat-dampened hair clinging to his brow as he bucked urgently. His stepmother’s head was thrown back in ecstasy, hair a tousled mane, the robe slipping down to bare the curve of one ripe breast.

Suddenly, her hand was gliding between their bodies. Expert fingers stroked over the swelling evidence of his need through fabric. “I bet you’d like to get this nice big cock out, wouldn’t you baby?” she purred breathily, squeezing rhythmically.

He groaned, eyes hazing over with raw desire. “Fuck yes, Mom. Want you so bad. Want to…to fuck you until you scream for me.”

His crude words seemed to inflame her even more. Wasting no time, she peeled the robe from her lush form, baring the dusky nipples and honeyed curves of her body to his hungry gaze.

He drank in the sight of her, brown eyes scorching with need. Then like a man possessed, he tore at his own clothes, desperate to be skin to skin with her.

Wasted moments later, all barriers were burned away. Only the slick glide of skin on sweat-sheened skin remained. His hands fumbled to guide himself to her dripping entrance…

And then they came together in a flash of searing heat and gasps, the young man driving his hard length up into the vice grip of his stepmother’s sodden core. She keened loudly as he filled her, clutching at his broad shoulders desperately.

Finding his rhythm, he set a furious pace, hips slapping lewdly against the plush landscape of her rear as he pistoned into her welcoming heat. She met him thrust for thrust, mouth open on a silent scream as the power of hiskei thrusts jolted her forward.

They worked each other into a frenzy, bodies slapping and grinding, voices rising in lustful abandon. Sticky wet sounds of coupling filled the air, their mutual rapture approaching the brink…

At last, he gripped her hips with bruising force as his release took him. Hips jerking erratically with the force of his orgasm, he flooded her willing depths with rope after rope of his essence.

She clung to him as he pumped into her, a hoarse cry tearing from her throat as her own climax swamped her. They shuddered through the aftershocks together, locked in the tight coil of completion.

Finally, breathing ragged, they collapsed back against the cushion, tangled in each other’s embrace. Chest heaving, the young man looked down at his stepmother with soft eyes, a satisfied curve to his lips.

She smiled up at him sleepily, running a hand along his jaw. “Mmm…you sure learned to satisfy me quick, baby,” she teased, voice whiskey-smooth. “Think we’ll make a habit of this?”

He chuckled, nuzzling into her neck. “Oh, I more than think so, Mama. More than think so,” he promised, hands already roaming her curves with renewed interest.

As I bared witness to the last unsatisfiable stirrings of their lust, one thought and one thought only clouded my mind: “I sure learned something today too.” And with those final salacious words echoing in my head, I clicked Pause, more than satisfied myself.