NuruMassage Sarah Vandella Gives A Pounding Gift To Her Military Stepson
Title: “A Nuru Massage and More with My Military Stepson”
It was a hot summer day and I had just finished my yoga routine. I was dripping with sweat, but feeling incredibly sensual and in the mood. My stepson Jake, a young and strapping military man, was home on leave and we had been playing workout buddies. I knew he had the eye for me, but we had both been too shy to approach the subject.
As I was walking out of the shower, I decided to be bold. “Jake, hun? Could you be a sweetheart and give your stepmom a massage?” I asked, hints of sultriness in my voice. He seemed surprised but also excited by the prospect.
I didn’t even bother to put on clothes, strutting my stuff to the upstairs living room where Jake was waiting with massage oil. He whistled lowly as he took in my body, eyes roving over the curves of my breasts and hips. I lay down on the coffee table, arching my back so he could pour the oil over my body and meld his hands into my skin. He started out professionally enough, kneading and rubbing the tension out of my muscles. But I could feel him getting harder as he worked his way down my body, until he was pressed up against me, his cock straining against his athletic shorts.
I turned over to face him, looking up through my lashes. “Are you getting excited, baby?” I asked with a playful grin. He nodded, a blush rising to his cheeks. I reached forward and rubbed his bulge, feeling him pulse under my touch. “Oh my, what a big boy you are!” I cooed.
Jake wasted no time undressing and sheathing his thick cock in my mouth. I gobbled him up, letting my tongue dance along his shaft as he grunted in ecstasy. Once he was slick with my saliva, I positioned him at my entrance and he slid in easily, filling me up completely. We groaned in unison, engulfed by the intense sensations.
As Jake began thrusting, the oil made obscene squelching noises. I grabbed onto his hips, urging him deeper. He picked up the pace, until he was pounding into me so hard the table shook. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking him in place as I met his thrusts. “Yeah, that’s it! Don’t stop, fuck me so good!” I moaned wantonly.
We fucked like animals, lost in carnal pleasure. I could feel my pussy clenching around his thick cock, getting closer to the edge. I beckoned him closer and he obliged, crashing his lips to mine in a messy kiss. Seconds later, I was coming, crying out against his mouth as my orgasm overtook me. Jake wasn’t far behind, shooting his load deep inside me with a guttural moan.
We collapsed together, a sweaty, tangled mess of limbs. Jake pulled out and flopped down next to me, chest heaving. “Holy fucking shit,” he said with a shit-eating grin. “That was amazing.”
I laughed, still basking in the afterglow. “I’d say! Only one problem – you didn’t lick up all the oil,” I purred. With jab of my finger, I directed him between my legs. He went eagerly, lapping at my folds and cleaning up the mess.
As he ate me out, I reflected on what an incredible experience this was. I had always thought of Jake as a sweet kid, not realizing the filthy fantasies going on in his head. Well, neither of us had to wonder any longer – we now knew every depraved desire the other had. And we would certainly be fulfilling them for the rest of the day and far beyond.
