I show my big erection to my stepmother, she couldn’t resist the temptation…

Her eyes grew wide as she walked in on me, sitting there with my hard cock in hand. The door had creaked open, revealing the lewd scene – me sprawled shamelessly on the couch, strokes rhythmically up and down my erection, the lewd video on my phone momentarily forgotten. Mortified confusion played out over her startled expression that instantly switched to intrigue at the sight of my throbbing member. With a glint, her tongue flicked out to lick her plump, ruby lips before she could stop herself.

The air seemed to charge, time momentarily standing still as we stared at each other. My pace slowed, my cock still bare and swollen, resting heavily in my palm. Her breaths became shallow, chest rising and falling with each heartbeat. The loaded tension was interrupted by the loud groan of the video, causing us both to jump.

“What…what are you doing?” She gasped, voice barely above a whisper. Her wide blue eyes remained glued to my cock, pupils dilated. I didn’t respond, merely smiled, my other hand extending out to point the video screen in her direction. “Oh. Oh my.”

The educational video played, meant to demonstrate proper sexual techniques. The titillating, soft moans coming from the speakers made my member twitch. This seemed to break the spell, and she blushed, but didn’t turn away. “You weren’t watching..um.. I mean…is that supposed to..?”

Lost in a haze of lust, I simply shook my head and beckoned her closer with a crooked finger. “Don’t tell me this doesn’t interest you,” I said lowly. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know you want to touch it.”

She squirmed on her feet, uncertainty still etched on her brow, even as she hesitantly stepped closer. The musky scent of my arousal drifted up and hit her, making her sway slightly. She licked her lips again, this time obviously. “I shouldn’t,” she breathed, hand reaching out as if of its own accord, fingertips grazing the sensitive underside.

“Mmmm,” I groaned, my hips jerking into her touch. “Just a little taste. No one will know.” I looked up at her from under heavy lids, my gaze smoky with need. She glanced around furtively before relenting, arm fully extending. Her soft, cool hand engulfed my aching cock, eliciting a shudder from me.

She began to stroke, each delicious pull up sending sparks through my skin. Quick to match the speed of the video, her grip grew bolder, wet with my copious arousal. The squelching sounds were obscene, to us both. Hesitation seemed to melt away as she continued her ministrations, faster, harder, twisting at the head. All the while, the woman on the screen carried on with slurping motions, drool dripping down her chin as her “partner” sawed between her lips.

“Fuck,” I groaned, head falling back. It felt too good, her slick hand, the dirty video, the danger we were courting. My balls tightened, hilt thrusting into her palm. She moaned, a needy, hungry sound that filled the room.Lost in a haze of lust, I simply shook my head and beckoned her closer with a crooked finger. “Don’t tell me this doesn’t interest you,” I said lowly. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know you want to touch it.”

She squirmed on her feet, uncertainty still etched on her brow, even as she hesitantly stepped closer. The musky scent of my arousal drifted up and hit her, making her sway slightly. She licked her lips again, this time obviously. “I shouldn’t,” she breathed, hand reaching out as if of its own accord, fingertips grazing the sensitive underside.

“Mmmm,” I groaned, my hips jerking into her touch. “Just a little taste. No one will know.” I looked up at her from under heavy lids, my gaze smoky with need. She glanced around furtively before relenting, arm fully extending. Her soft, cool hand engulfed my aching cock, eliciting a shudder from me.

She began to stroke, each delicious pull up sending sparks through my skin. Quick to match the speed of the video, her grip grew bolder, wet with my copious arousal. The squelching sounds were obscene, to us both. Hesitation seemed to melt away as she continued her ministrations, faster, harder, twisting at the head. All the while, the woman on the screen carried on with slurping motions, drool dripping down her chin as her “partner” sawed between her lips.

“Fuck,” I groaned, head falling back. It felt too good, her slick hand, the dirty video, the danger we were courting. My balls tightened, hilt thrusting into her palm. She moaned, a needy, hungry sound that filled the room. Drool gathered at the corner of her mouth. “I’m close,” I warned through gritted teeth, grip slapped down on the cushion for balance. “Fuck. Lets do it!”

On cue, she sped up until it became a blur, biceps flexing with each pump, breath panting. With one last, balls-deep yank, I unleashed. Thick ropes of cum erupted from my slit, splattering her chest, neck, face. She didn’t stop, continuing to work my shaft until every last drop was wrung out of me, babbling and mewling with delight.

I collapsed back with a gasp, softening member slipping from her fingers. She straightened, surveying the mess, and began to laugh. I stared at her, a smirk tugging at my lips. A knowing spark ignited between us, unspoken understanding. This was only the beginning. There was so much more to explore…