Hot stepmom demands massage from stepson

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow throughout the house, Justin found himself drifting aimlessly from one room to another. His stepmom, Amanda, was sprawled out on the living room sofa, flipping through channels with a disinterested scowl. Amanda was a striking woman, with fiery red hair that cascaded down her back and an ample bosom that strained against the fabric of her low-cut sundress.

“Hey there, handsome,” Amanda purred, noticing Justin’s presence. “You wouldn’t happen to know a good way to work out these knots in my back, would you? I’ve been tense all day.”

Justin hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. He had always harbored a secret attraction to his stepmom, but never imagined she would proposition him in such a way. “Uh, sure,” he stammered, trying to maintain an air of nonchalance. “I can give you a massage if you want.”

Amanda grinned wickedly, patting the space next to her on the couch. “Well, what are you waiting for? Come on over here and get those magic hands to work.”

Justin’s heart began to race as he made his way over to the sofa. He sat down next to Amanda, trying to will his nervousness away. Without saying a word, Amanda turned over on her stomach, revealing a tantalizing amount of cleavage as she positioned herself on her stomach.

“Start at the top,” she instructed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Justin gulped, his hands trembling slightly as he began to work on Amanda’s shoulders. He started with gentle strokes, gradually applying more pressure as he felt her tense muscles beginning to relax. Amanda let out a soft moan of pleasure, arching her back slightly as Justin’s hands worked their way down her spine.

As he continued the massage, Justin couldn’t help but notice the way Amanda’s sundress rode up her thighs, exposing the lacy edges of her panties. The sight made his cock begin to stir in his jeans, causing him to tense up slightly.

“Mmm, Justin,” Amanda sighed, her voice dripping with sexuality. “You’re quite good at this. Maybe we should make this a regular thing?”

Justin’s mind raced with possibilities, the forbidden nature of the encounter only serving to heighten his arousal. Before he could respond, Amanda rolled over onto her back, her dress riding up to reveal the flimsy lace of her bra.

“Don’t stop now, baby,” she urged, her eyes locked onto his. “I need you to work out the tension in my chest too.”

Justin’s mouth went dry as he looked down at Amanda’s heaving bosom. Without hesitation, he placed his hands on her full, soft breasts, kneading and massaging them through the thin fabric of her dress. Amanda let out a throaty moan, arching her back to push her tits more fully into his hands.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” she whimpered, her hips beginning to gyrate slightly. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Justin felt like he was in a trance, his hands moving instinctively as he squeezed and caressed Amanda’s perfect tits. He could feel his cock straining against the confines of his jeans, the need to release his growing erection becoming almost unbearable.

As if sensing his desperation, Amanda reached down and unzipped his fly, freeing his hard, throbbing cock from its denim prison. “Well, well, well,” she purred, her hand wrapping around his shaft. “Looks like someone is enjoying this as much as I am.”

Justin let out a guttural moan as Amanda began to stroke his cock, her soft, warm hand feeling like heaven against his sensitive flesh. His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking out her touch as he continued to massage her tits.

“I want you to fuck me,” Amanda demanded, her voice breaking with need. “I want to feel that big, hard cock inside me.”

Justin didn’t need to be told twice. He quickly shed his clothes, tossing them carelessly to the side before positioning himself between Amanda’s spread legs. His cock twitched with anticipation as he ran the tip along her dripping slit, gathering up her wetness before pressing forward.

Amanda let out a cry of pleasure as Justin slid into her tight, hot pussy. He began to thrust in and out at a steady pace, the slick walls of her cunt gripping him like a vice. Amanda wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her as she met each of his thrusts.

“Fuck me harder,” she demanded, her nails digging into his back. “I want to feel every inch of you.”

Justin complied, picking up the pace until he was pounding into Amanda with wild abandon. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with their moans and cries of ecstasy.

“Amanda,” Justin groaned, his voice strained with exertion. “I’m getting close.”

“Come inside me,” Amanda gasped, her pussy clenching around him. “Fill me up with your hot cum.”

Justin let out a primal growl as his orgasm overtook him, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he released his load deep inside Amanda’s cunt. She clutched him tightly, her own body shaking with the force of her climax as they rode out the waves of pleasure together.

As they lay there, basking in the afterglow, Amanda turned to Justin with a wicked grin. “Meet me in the bedroom tonight,” she whispered, her voice laced with promise. “I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

With that, she pulled herself together, stood up and walked away, leaving Justin to marvel at the events that had just unfolded and anticipate the pleasures that were yet to come.