Christmas Gift for Step Son – Step Mom Stuck in Washing Machine!

The Naughty Christmas Gift: Mommy’s Creampie Mansion

It was the morning of Christmas Eve, and Jenna was in a predicament. As a stepmom to her teenage step-son Mark, this busty brunette always made sure to set the bar high when it came to holiday gift-giving. However, this year, inspiration was not coming easily.

Until, that is, she stumbled across Mark’s hidden stash under his bed. It was filled with lingerie, condoms, and a copy of “The Joy of Creampiicles” – a self-help guide for luring unsuspecting MILFs into desperate, creamy predicaments. Jenna felt a warm surge between her thighs as she read the chapter on trapping horny housewives in washing machines. It was all too obvious – Mark needed some personal Christmas training, and she was the perfect coach.

Later that evening, Jenna appeared at Mark’s bedroom door wearing an alluring red Santa hat and nothing else. The shocked look on Mark’s face quickly turned to an eager blush. “Ho ho ho! I heard you’ve been a naughty boy, young man,” Jenna purred, sauntering across the room. “Mommy thinks it’s time for your Christmas Creampie.”

Mark sat befuddled as Jenna began undressing him, revealing his rock-hard cock. She licked her lips hungrily before swallowing his shaft in her eager mouth. Mark cried out in pleasure as his busty stepmom sucked him to full attention. “Let’s warm these milkers up in the washer, shall we?” she giggled after pulling his straining cock from between her luscious lips.

With experienced finesse, Jenna strategically bent and spun, maneuvering her voluptuous 38DDD curves into the writhing machine. “Mmm! Mommy’s getting all soapy!” she cooed. And, evening the odds, she pushed Mark in front of the rumbling washer. Grabbing his thick cock, she diagonally angled it through the metal bars and straight into her soapy slit. “Fuck me, Mark! Give me that creamy gift I’ve been dreaming about!” she begged, writhing back on his imbedded cock.

Mark grunted as he began feverishly pumping into his step-mother’s hot, tight pussy. Her sopping cunt clutched him like a fleshy vice. He couldn’t believe his eyes…or his luck. His wish, as it turns out, was Jenna’s command, and she was far from done with him.

With each thrust from Mark, Jenna rhythmically ground back into him, the machine scaling up its furious gyrations behind them. Her engorged clit was sealed against the bars, getting the abusive pummeling it richly deserved. Her massive tits bounced violently with each savage slam.

“Oh yes! That’s it! Give mommy that creamy Tartar sauce! Blast your Christmastime seed into my aching womb!” she cried out, squealing as her orgasm thundered through her. Mark could feel her powerful muscles milking his cock for his own impending explosion.

As Mark ramped up to his climax, Jenna removed one hand from her bouncing tits and deftly reached beneath herself. She circled his swollen balls and began teasing his sensitive taint with deft, pressured circles. Mark let out a load grunt just as another deluge of frothing suds bubbled up around his pounding cock. The drenching wash coated his cock as he felt Jenna’s mouth suck on his inflaming balls.

Mark’s mind turned to mush as he began to erupt like Old Faithful inside Jenna’s clasping cunt. “Oh God! Fuck yes! Cream myoles!” she squealed as his cock pumped what felt like gallons of thick, gooey seed deep into her hungry womb.

As the first spurts hissed through the frothing water surrounding his cock, Jenna continued to ride Mark like a bucking bronco. His pumps shot ropes of hot seed directly into the fluttering, gripping folds of her hole and onto her fingered clit. Each blast squeezed the last drops from her milk-filled tits and forced shrieks of ecstasy from her open mouth.

Finally sated, Jenna’s head bobbled around Mark’s root as he slumped against her, totally spent. As she slurped the creamy remains from his softening cock, Jenna reflected on what an unforgettable Christmas gift she had just given, and received, in return!

As Mark backed slowly out from behind the machine, the last detergent bubbles popped as they seeped from Jenna’s perfectly collared, creampied snatch. “Ready for seconds, handsome?” she cooed, teasingly, as she reclined back from her lewd position, leaving car-dealer sized puddles glistening on the linoleum floor. “The wet, wild, and writhing fun definitely continues next Christmas, stud!”

Jenna giggled naughtily as Mark glanced down the laundry chute with a newfound sense of Christmas cheer, wondering where he could find more older female relatives to corrupted. This Christmas “creampie” gift, it seemed, would just be one of many magical Mommy moments to come.