It’s a pity my husband doesn’t know how great I cum from my stepson’s dick

It’s a pity my husband doesn’t know how great I cum from my stepson’s dick.

I’ve been married to his father for five years now, but I can’t help myself when it comes to my stepson, Dmitri. He’s 19, with a sculpted body, a mischievous glint in his eye, and a cock that makes me weak at the knees. And the worst part? He knows it. He knows exactly what he does to me.

It started innocently enough. A stolen glance, a lingering hug, some playful banter. I told myself it was just a harmless mother-son bond. But then one morning, I walked in on him masturbating to porn. My heart started racing when I saw the way he was stroking himself, the desperation in his touch. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

From that moment on, any time I was alone with Dmitri, I could feel the electricity between us. It was in the way he looked at me, his gaze roving over my body like he was undressing me with his eyes. It was in the way he brushed against me, his fingers grazing my skin just a little too long. I was aching for him, dreaming of him, craving his touch like a drug.

And then, finally, it happened. We were alone in the house, folded together on the couch, watching a movie. His hand found my thigh and I froze, my breath catching in my throat. Slowly, teasingly, it drifted higher and higher, until his fingers were brushing against the lacy edge of my panties. I knew I should stop him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

With a boldness that surprised me, I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. It was even bigger than I’d imagined, throbbing and hot in my hand. I stroked it gently, marveling at the silky skin and the weight of it in my palm. Dmitri groaned, his head falling back against the cushions as I worked him, his hips bucking upwards to meet my touch.

“You’ve been a naughty boy,” I murmured, my voice husky with desire. “Touching yourself when you shouldn’t.”

“Yes,” he gasped, his eyes meeting mine with a wild, fevered look. “I couldn’t help it. I needed you.”

Those words, spoken so urgently, so honestly, sent a thrill through me. I needed him too, more than I’d ever needed anyone. With shaking hands, I pulled my skirt up around my waist and straddled his lap, lowering myself onto his cock with a low moan.

It was better than anything I’d ever felt before. He was so hard, so deep inside me, filling me up in a way that made me feel possessed, owned, completely his. I started to move, rocking my hips against his, taking him deeper with every roll of my body.

Dmitri reach up to pull my top down, exposing my breasts to his greedy hands and mouth. He sucked at my nipples, nibbling and licking until I was writhing on top of him, my nails digging into his shoulders. I could feel the pleasure building, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly, threatening to overtake me any second.

He knew I was close. He rolled his hips, slamming up into me at just the right angle, and that was all it took to send me over the edge. I screamed his name, my body convulsing, shaking, as the orgasm washed over me in waves of pure, electric ecstasy. Dmitri followed soon after, his cock throbbing as he spilled inside me, his body shuddering against mine.

Afterwards, we lay tangled together on the couch, both of us panting and spent. I knew this wasn’t over, couldn’t be over. I was addicted to him, to the way he made me feel, to the forbidden thrill of our secret meetings.

It’s a pity my husband doesn’t know how great I cum from my stepson’s dick. I’m not sure I could ever give him up, even if it meant risking everything. Because no matter the consequences, being with Dmitri is worth it. He’s ruined me for anyone else, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.