My busty stepmom catches me using my new tantaly sex doll

“Oh my god, what is that thing?!” My stepmom’s voice piercing the safety of my locked bedroom door. I froze with my pants around my ankles. The soft silicone curves of my brand new sex doll still pressed against myagensiya. Anything sign
The last 24 hours have been a series of misadventures and embarrassment. The doll, which I’d bought to help sate my teenage hormones (not that I’m ready to admit that to anyone), had come in the mail yesterday. Of course, Dad was out of town for the weekend and my nerdy younger brother was staying at a friend’s house, leaving just me and Liz, my busty, bubbly and clueless stepmother to share the house. But I had come up with a plan – one I thought would work like a charm.

When I picked up the doll at the discreet PO Box I’d rented, I wasn’t prepared for the level of realism. The doll was an incredible replica – platinum blonde, with expansive bust, a tiny waist and a firm round ass – probably the opposite in many respects to what my own mother looked like. I preceded to hid the box at the back of my closet, not thinking anything of it.

The next morning after a late breakfast, my stepmom was yelling up the stairs, “Tell me you left that door open!” She came running up the hall towards my bedroom, yelling for me to open the door and…

I was already cruising to the big climax as Liz burst in unannounced. I froze in shock and embarrassment, my cock still half-buried in the sex doll’s life-like pussy, my mind reeling. The doorknob turned, and the door swung open, damaging the weakened lock.

“Oh my god, what is that thing?!” My stepmom’s voice piercing the safety of my locked bedroom door. I froze with my pants around my ankles. The soft silicone curves of my brand new sex doll still pressed against my genitals.

“I can explain!” But no excuse was forthcoming. I was busted red-handed, so to speak, and in the most compromising of positions. And who else should catch me than curves-of-steel Liz?

The woman was absolutely stunning, and I’d never failed to notice it. About the same age as my mother when she died, and totally eager to make a good impression on her new stepsons, Liz never failed to don a low-cut blouse and high heels for any occasion. And lord have mercy, the shorts she frequently wore said ‘Walmart Greeter’ on the rear. She was always cheery, always pushing, but it was her racy outfits that just kept pushing me.

I sat stunned, watching her face go from a wrinkle of disgust to a faint pink blush, her eyes roaming over the unassuming grey box in the corner of my room as she realized exactly what she had interrupted.

She crossed her arms and turned to leave, then paused and turned back, hands on her hips. “I have just one question,” she said. “Was I missed by so much?”

For a moment she just stood there, squirming, the gray of her eyes smoldering. “It was that obvious?”

I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything. Cat got my tongue. Under normal circumstances I would have backtalked her into the gutter, but the doll’s realistic copulation noises (which I foolishly hadn’t turned off) made additional arguing hard to pursue.

It was then that Liz did something different than I expected. Something that changed everything. She started disrobing.

She reached around and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. The pink fabric came away to reveal magnificent breasts, which were just as firm and bountiful as I dreamed. Her nipples stood at attention, betraying her arousal.

She stepped out of her shorts, revealing matching pink panties. And then she took those off too.

“Is this what you want?” She purred, her hips swaying as she approached me. “Do you want me, baby? Because I want you.”

She reached down and grabbed my cock, which was still rock hard from the doll stimulation. She gave it a squeeze, and I couldn’t help but groan.

“Oh baby, this is all for me, isn’t it?” She smirked, stroking my shaft slowly. “Well then, let’s not waste it on a plastic slut. I’m the real woman you want to fuck.”

She climbed onto the bed and positioned herself over top of me, her wet pussy hovering just inches from my throbbing cock.

“Beg for it, baby. Beg for this pussy.”

The words spilled out of my mouth without hesitation. “Please Liz, I need you so bad. Let me fuck you. Please let me stick my cock in your hot cunt.”

That was all the encouragement she needed. She lowered herself onto me, enveloping my shaft in her tight, wet heat. She moaned loudly as she began to ride me, her hips gyrating in an otherworldly dance.

I grabbed her ass, guiding her movements as I thrust up into her. The beautiful woman above me was a goddess, her tits bouncing with every movement. She was my forbidden fruit, the thing I wanted most in the world, and now she was finally mine.

As she rode me harder and faster, I could feel my climax building. I reached up and grabbed her tits, kneading the soft flesh. Liz let out a scream of pleasure and arched her back, her pussy clenching around my cock as she came.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I exploded inside her, my cock pulsing as I shot load after load of cum into her hungry cunt.

Liz collapsed on top of me, both of us panting heavily. She snuggled into my chest, her hair tickling my nose. “That was amazing,” she whispered.

“It sure was,” I agreed, my heart still racing. “Better than any doll.”

She giggled and smacked my chest playfully. “Don’t get too attached to her. I like being your favorite toy.”