My hot Russian stepmom ended up on my dick

The Russian sun streamed through the window, casting an ethereal glow across the room. I was sitting on the edge of my bed, still groggy from sleep, when I heard a gentle knock at my door. “Come in,” I called out, my voice thick with morning. The door creaked open, revealing my stepmother, her voluptuous figure silhouetted in the doorway.

“Good morning, my littleimir,” she purred, her Russian accent thick and rich like honey. “I hope I did not wake you.”

I sat up straighter, suddenly very aware of my serais slouched low on my hips. “No, you’re fine,” I replied, trying not to stare at the way her silky robe caressed the curves of her body. “I’ve been awake anyway.”

She glided into the room, her hips swaying with each step. “I am glad,” she cooed, perching on the bed beside me. Her thigh brushed against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. “I have been thinking about you, my dear.”

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “Thinking about me?” I asked, my voice cracking slightly.

She nodded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Yes,” she whispered, leaning in closer. “I have been thinking about how much I enjoy being your stepmother. And how much I would like to show you.”

Before I could respond, she had closed the distance between us, her lips finding mine in a searing kiss. I gasped as her tongue slid into my mouth, exploring and teasing. Her hands roamed over my chest, her fingertips leaving trails of fire in their wake.

I reached up, tangling my fingers in her silky hair as the kiss deepened. She moaned into my mouth, her body pressing against mine. I could feel the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her robe, and I ached to touch her, to feel her softness and warmth.

As if she had read my mind, she pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with desire. “Let me show you how much I care for you, my dear,” she murmured, her hands sliding down to the waistband of my serais.

I watched, transfixed, as she slowly began to tug them down. Inch by inch, my hard, throbbing erection was revealed, springing free from the confines of my clothing. She licked her lips at the sight of it, her eyes hungrily taking in every detail.

“Ah, my littleimir,” she breathed, her hand wrapping around my shaft. “You are even more beautiful than I imagined.”

I gasped as her fingers began to stroke me, slowly and teasingly. Pleasure coursed through my body, making my toes curl. She leaned down, her breath hot against my skin as she planted soft kisses along my thigh.

I clenched the sheets beneath me, my hips bucking involuntarily as her mouth inched closer to my aching cock. And then, finally, her lips were wrapped around me, her tongue swirling around the head.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, my head falling back against the pillows. “Stepmom, that feels so good.”

She hummed around me, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Her head began to bob up and down, taking more of me into her hot, wet mouth with each movement. I ran my fingers through her hair, guiding her as she sucked me off.

Suddenly, she pulled back, leaving me panting and desperate. “I want to taste you,” she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. “I want to swallow every drop of you.”

Before I could respond, she had enveloped me in her mouth again, taking me deep into her throat. I cried out, my hips jerking as I felt myself hitting the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but didn’t pull away, determined to take all of me.

I could feel the pressure building inside me, my balls tightening as she bobbed up and down, her hand stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. “Stepmom, I’m going to cum,” I gasped, warning her of my impending release.

But she only moaned in response, the vibrations pushing me over the edge. With a guttural cry, I exploded into her mouth, my hot seed spurting down her throat. She swallowed every last drop, humming in pleasure as she milked me dry.

When it was over, she released me from her mouth, licking her lips and looking up at me with satisfaction. “Well,” she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “Was that good, my littleimir?”

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. “Fuck, yes,” I managed to gasp out.

She chuckled, standing up and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I am glad,” she purred. “But do not worry, littleimir. That was just the beginning.”

With that, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving me lying there in a state of stunned satisfaction. I was sure that whatever else she had planned, it would be just as unforgettable as what had just transpired between us.

At least, until next time.