Horny Stepsister Really Wants Sex And Masturbates Until She Is Discovered And Gets A Great Fuck 10 Min

Title: “Stepmom’s Naughty Secret: Caught Masturbating and Taken Roughly”

The House: The tension was palpable. Everywhere he turned, his dad’s new wife, Stacy, was there – her lithe, supple body draped over furniture, teasing him with tantalizing glimpses of her ample cleavage or a flash of her long, toned legs. She was relentless in her pursuit, though Peter hadn’t clued in yet about the true nature of her ‘stepmommy’ fixation.

One humid summer evening, Peter retired to his room, unable to escape the weight of Stacy’s lewd gazing. Plopping down at his computer, he fired up the old internet browser. Anything to escape Stacy’s overbearing presence. Little did he know, the salacious content about to pop up would only serve to fuel desire within this horny young man.

Stacy, bored and pent-up from her unsuccessful advances, decided to take matters into her own hands. Sashaying her way into her ‘step-son’s’ room, she found it empty, the computer screen glowing. Taking a seat, she started idly perusing Peter’s browser history – a smorgasbord of hardcore porn, stripper videos and wife swapping stories.

Emboldened by his apparent openness to such taboo subjects, Stacy began brazenly searching for stepmother son sex stories, fingers skim dancing over the keyboard as she grew increasingly aroused at the depictions of family members fulfilling each other’s carnal desires. One hand drifted lazily under her tiny skirt, the other fervently stroking herself with the other.

Fully engrossed in an intense jerk-off session, Stacy failed to hear Peter return to his room. She was so close, fingers pumping rapidly in and out of her sopping hole. A rosy blush coated her skin as high-pitched squeals escaped her dripping red lips. “Oh! Oh! Yesssss!” she cried out, spine arching as she neared climax with cat-like intensity.

Suddenly, Peter appeared in the doorway, eyes wide as dinner plates at the scenario before him. His painfully hard cock swelled within its confines, straining at the denim. “Oh! Oh!” Stacy froze briefly before denying it, “I wasn’t – I mean – this is – not what it looks like…” Her stammering was cut short when Peter lunged forward, seizing her by the hair and shoving his rock-hard tool into her gasping mouth.

“Jesus fuck, you bitch!” he growled, uncaring as he roughly shoved his entire length down her throat. “You’ve been begging for this, huh? Damn horny slut, going after your own stepson… Well, let’s see how you really take cock, shall we?”

Tears sprang into Stacy’s eyes at the sudden violent intrusion, but as her tongue swirled experimentally around his shaft, Peter tasted the wetness of arousal. He dipped his other hand under her skirt, finding it soaked through with her lust-filled juices. Emboldened, he redoubled his pace, fucking her face so hard his balls tapped her chin with each slam.

Finally allowing her a moment of respite, he withdrew, strings of saliva connecting his cock to her puffy lower lip. He admired his work – her mascara streaked down tear-stained cheeks like a whorish raccoon. Rearranging her on the bed, he settled his knees between her legs, pushing her thighs wide. In one hard thrust, he was buried to the hilt in her molten folds, her pussy stretching around him with an audible squelch.

“Nngghhhh! Oh fuck!” Stacy’ back arched at the abrupt penetration, her velvet walls clenching greedily around him. Peter paused briefly, savoring the hot, tight heat surrounding him before setting into a brutal rhythm, balls smacking her ass with each powerful ache forward. He pistoned in and out, the wet sound of their coupling reaching a crescendo as grunts and moans vibrated through the room.

“You fucking like that, huh? Begging for it?” his voice a low rasp in her ear. Stacy could only respond with desperate squeals, nodding vigorously as her pussy dripped en his cock like a leaky faucet. Each demeaning degrading word sent shockwaves of ecstasy through her body, building the pressure inside her core.

Gripping her hips for leverage, Peter flipped her over, exposing the milky globes of her ass. “No more playing nice, bitch. I’m going to ruins this cunt for anything else…” he snarled, before plunging back in, fucking her from behind with renewed vigor. Her tits bounced wildly under her with each slam of his hips, the wet slapping of skin on skin erupting obscenely loud around them.

Stacy could feel the coil tightening in her lower belly, her moans rising in pitch as her pleasure peaked. Peter, sensing her impending orgasm, reached around to roughly circle her clit, pushing her over the edge. “FUCK!” her cry was erotic, broken – a high pitched keen of ecstasy. Her pussy convulsed violently around his shaft, squirting gushes of girl cum onto his pistoning cock.

Peter groaned through gritted teeth, driving deep and grinding against her cervix as he released, flooding her insides with jet after jet of his hot, sticky seed. For a moment the only sounds were their panting breaths and the wet noises of bodies separating.

Stacy, quivering from intense orgasm, could barely believe what had occurred. Yet there was no regret in her – only bone-deep satiation mixed with dark arousal. She knew, deep down, this was only the beginning – the start of her downfall and ruin at the hands of her virile young stepson.

Peter, catching his breath, lifted hazy eyes to hers. The look he gave her was apologetic yet triumphant. “You got to be more careful sneaking around like this,” his gruff voice held a touch of mirth, “Trust me, your little ‘secret’ is safe with me.” With that, he swaggered out, leaving a very well-fucked, satisfied Stacy sprawled on the bed, her well-used pussy dripping with their combined juices and a promise of trysts to come.