Big Ass Step mother Cheats On Her Husband With Her Son On Easter

It was Easter Sunday, a day of rebirth, renewal, and household togetherness. At least, that is what Jasmine, the buxom stepmother of the home, had deliberate for the day. Her husband, Tom, was out shopping for contemporary eggs and scorching cross buns, leaving Jasmine alone along with her two stepchildren, Tiffany and Derek.

Jasmine was a surprising lady, with lengthy, fiery pink hair, piercing inexperienced eyes, full lips, and a physique that might cease visitors. Her enormous, pillow-like breasts threatened to burst out of her tight Easter gown at any second, and her ass, an excellent peach of an asset, threatened to tear the very material of her seat. Walking turned a problem, however Jasmine by no means complained; she knew what she was packing and labored it accordingly.

Tiffany, the stepsister, was in her bed room, sulking. “It’s not fair! Why do we have to spend Easter with him? He’s not even our real dad!” she whined.

“Suck it up, buttercup,” Jasmine stated, getting into the room. “Be grateful for what you have.” Tiffany shot her a glare, however stated nothing.

Derek, however, was in the lounge, watching cartoons. He was the polar reverse of his sister: laid-back, easy-going, and very happy to spend time with their stepmother. He grinned as Jasmine entered the room, her hips swaying seductively.

“You can’t be serious, Jakey boy!” Jasmine giggled on the animated canine on the display screen. “Sounds like a bunch of doggie doodoo to me!”

She plopped herself on the sofa subsequent to Derek, her huge ass engulfing the cushions as she did so. “Noticed Daddy left, did you?” she requested, turning to have a look at her step son. “Guess it’s just you and me for a while, sweetie.”

“It’s a holiday,” Derek replied, unphased by his stepmother’s closeness. “We’ve been practicing for this for months, Mrs. Jasmine. Big Butts sing, Big Butts make merry…”

Jasmine laughed, throwing her head again. Her breasts bounced with the movement, drawing Derek’s eye. “Careful there, pumpkin. Your daddy might not like hearing you quote rap songs like that.”

“It’s for the Easter play!” Derek stated rapidly, his cheeks turning pink. “We’ve been rehearsing songs and dances…”

“I know, I know. Well, I’m sure your little Easter bunny play will be a hit. Oh! Speaking of bunnies…” Jasmine reached into the basket on the desk, pulling out an egg. “Found this in the fridge. Care for a head-to-head, Jakey boy? Winner gets to dye the loser’s hair!”

Derek laughed. “Not a chance, Mrs. Jasmine. You don’t want a repeat of last year’s incident with the candy canes and the … well, I’m sure you remember.”

Jasmine smiled, a depraved glint in her eye. “That was just a misunderstanding. Besides, what about tomorrow? Think Daddy will be upset to see me dye your hair?”

Derek’s eyes widened. “I didn’t mean… I was just…”

Jasmine leaned in shut, her breasts urgent in opposition to Derek’s arm. “Relax, Tigg, I’m just teasing. Your daddy loves me, even if I do make the occasional mistake.” She winked, her hand falling to his thigh. “Besides, I’m sure I can pull some strings, get you out of trouble with him.”

Tiffany selected that second to enter the room. “Ew, gross! Get a room, you two! Live in the real world for once, stepmom!”

Jasmine turned, an amused smirk on her face. “And where would the fun be in that, Tiffany dear? In the real world, we wouldn’t have all this…” She gestured to herself, her physique, drawing consideration to her ample property.

“I don’t understand you,” Tiffany huffed. “Just because Daddy married you, doesn’t mean we have to act like all of this is okay!”

Jasmine stood, her gown straining in opposition to her physique as she did so. “Honey, this is okay. It’s more than okay. It’s life.” She leaned in, whispering one thing in Tiffany’s ear. Tiffany’s eyes widened, a blush spreading throughout her cheeks. She stammered, her mouth opening and shutting like a fish out of water, earlier than lastly managing to say, “Y-you’re disgusting!”

Jasmine simply smiled, a glint in her eye. “Sweetie, actions speak louder than words.” She turned to Derek, her hand nonetheless on his thigh. “What do you say, Jakey boy? Ready to make this Easter Sunday one to remember?”

Derek swallowed laborious, his gaze flickering between his stepmother’s eyes and her cleavage. “I-I guess so…”

Jasmine’s smile widened, a darkish, depraved promise in her expression. “Thought you might say that.” She leaned in, her lips brushing in opposition to Derek’s ear. “Meet me in the kitchen when daddy gets home. There’s something I want to show you, something only a son could appreciate.”

And with that, she sauntered off, her hips swaying with every step, leaving each Derek and Tiffany shocked and breathless in her wake.