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Title: A Moroccan Ménage à Trois: A Steamy Tale of Temptation and Taboo

The sultry Moroccan sun beat down mercilessly on the private beach as Yasmine, a curvaceous 40-something MILF, lounged on her stepson Nabil’s king-sized beach towel. Her voluptuous 36DDD’s threatened to spill out of her skimpy red bikini top with each breath, and her wide, cushiony hips seemed to ripple like waves with every movement. Yasmine’s husband, Nabil’s father, had passed away years ago, leaving her a lonely, lonely woman who Longed for touch, for affection, for something… more.

Nabil, a 20-year-old college student home for the summer, lugged his toned, tanned body out of the crystal-clear waters and sauntered over to his stepmother, beads of water trailing down his godlike physique. Yasmine couldn’t help but ogle him, his V-shaped abs disappearing into his low-slung, waterlogged swim trunks. A heat that had nothing to do with the sun spread through her body as she imagined tracing those abs with her tongue.

“You’re looking awfully flushed, Cinnamon,” Nabil said playfully, tossing his shaggy black hair out of his dark, smoldering eyes. “Want me to get you a glass of pomegranate juice?”

“Yes please, sweetie,” Yasmine replied breathily, handing him her empty glass. As he walked away, her eyes stayed glued to his tight bubble butt, barely contained by the wet fabric. She could have sworn she saw the outline of a massive cock straining against the thin material… her pussy quivered and clenched, dripping into her bikini bottoms.

What neither Yasmine nor Nabil knew was that their little beach property shared a fence with a wealthy baron’s estate. Peeking through theFamilytreeheavy foliage was the baron’s friend, a lecherous old man named Akram, who had a penchant for spying on unsuspecting women.

Akram had been watching Yasmine’s every move, his flaccid old cock hardening in his pants at the sight of her luscious curves. When Nabil wandered off to fetch the juice, Akram saw his chance and made his move, scurrying over the fence with surprising agility for an ancient pervert.

“S-sorry to bother you, madam,” Akram stammered, adjusting his oversized disintegrating turban. “But I couldn’t help but notice your, um, assets. I have an antique massage table in my estate that I believe would be perfect for those, er, assets. Perhaps I could provide a massage, with complimentary oil…”

Yasmine, shocked but flattered, agreed. Akram scurried back to his estate, Yasmine floating behind him in a daze. As they approached the massage table, Akram suddenly whipped around and shoved Yasmine onto it, lifting up her tantalizing ass and yanking down her thong with a ferocity she never would have imagined an old man capable of.

“Wait, you didn’t say anything about a threesome!” she screeched, her voice simultaneously shocked and elated. Akram shushed her, pulling out his long, gnarled, ancient cock. Yasmine gasped – how was he going to get that whole thing inside her, and where exactly did he expect to put it?

All of a sudden, Nabil burst into the room. “Yasmine! What the fuck?!” he yelled, pavementicing around to see Akram position his geriatric cock right against her dripping pussy.

“You dirty bastard!” Nabil roared, before leaning in and shoving his own massive, veiny, young cock into Yasmine’s gasping mouth. “Now we’re having a real threesome,” he growled in his stepmother’s ear as he drove deeper.

Yasmine squealed in delight as both men took their pleasure from her body, one cock pistoning in and out of her pussy while the other battered her throat. She reached down and rubbed her throbbing clit, bringing herself to the edge of orgasm quickly. Just as she was about to cum, Nabil and Akram both pulled out, each gripping their cocks. They looked at each other, communicating silently, and then they exploded all over Yasmine’s face and tits.

Yasmine had never felt so debased, so used, so ALIVE. She loved every second of her naughty threesome with her stepson and the pervy baron. As the men got dressed and left, she stayed slumped on the massage table, catching her breath, wondering if Nabil would ever want to act out another taboo fantasy with her…

To be continued…