Step Mom Catches me Masturbating to her Step Sis and then Fucks Me – Amiee Cambridge

Title: “Caught Red-Handed: An Elaborate Encounter with My Stepmom”

The day started like any other – I was laying on my bed, phone in hand, scrolling through the usual suspects on social media. But then, something caught my eye. A private message from an unknown number. Curious, I opened it up and found myself staring at the most tantalizing snaps I had ever laid eyes on.

They were of my stepsister, Amiee. Those luscious curves, the barely-there bikini, those pouty lips wrapped around an ice cream cone…heaven. I felt a stirring in my boxers as I saved the pics, totally oblivious that I was being watched.

Little did I know, my stepmom had been looking for her phone to add an event to her calendar when she spotted me, jaw agape, eyes glued to the screen. She watched as my hand reached into my shorts, stroking myself to her daughter’s image. I was so lost in the fantasy, I didn’t even hear her approach.

“Umm, excuse me?” she said, clearing her throat.

I jumped, fumbling to close the images. My face burned crimson as I looked up at her, no doubt bearing a look of utter mortification. “I-I can explain,” I stammered.

But she just smiled, clearly amused by my predicament. “Don’t bother,” she said, lock eyed and holding her phone outstretched. “You were just admiring the goods, huh?”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded, still nowhere near coming down from my lusty high. I watched as she walked over to sit next to me, her big, fake tits hugging the low-cut neckline of her top.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” she said, her hand resting on my thigh. “The way you look at Amiee too. You’re a naughty boy, aren’t you?”

I gulped, my heart racing. This was surreal. Was this really happening? She leaned in close, her hot breath ghosting my ear.

“Daddy’s gone for the weekend,” she purred. “He doesn’t have to know you touched his baby girl. Or that you want your stepmom to take care of you…”

Her hand crept higher, fingers grazing the front of my shorts. I was fully hard now, and she wasted no time in pulling me free, stroking my throbbing shaft in her soft hand.

“Mom…” I groaned, my hips twitching involuntarily. She shushed me, pressing a finger to my lips.

“Just relax, baby,” she cooed. “Let Mommy take care of you.”

She laid down on the bed, gesturing for me to shed my clothes. I tore them off like a man possessed, soon straddling her hips. She grinned up at me, running her hands all over my body.

“Look at you, so muscular,” she purred, squeezing my ass. “Definitely not a little boy anymore, are you?”

I shook my head, too turned on for words. She guided me to her chest, a breathy moan escaping her lips as I took one large tit in my hand.

“Mmm, that’s it,” she encouraged. “Grab that big, fat tit and suck it. Suck Mommy’s tit like you wish you were pulling on your stepsister’s.”

“Fuck,” I hissed, burying my face in her bosom. I suckled and groped, losing myself in the forbidden fantasy. She writhed beneath me, gripping my hair.

“Naughty boy, so turned on by this thick MILF body,” she growled. “You want to fuck your stepmom, don’t you? Following in your daddy’s footsteps?”

I lifted my head, meeting her lusty gaze. “Yes,” I admitted. “Want to feel you tight around me, want to pop your step-son’s thick baby batter in your fertile cunt.”

“Ohhh yes,” she moaned. “I want it. Want you to ruin me for your daddy.”

She pulled me into a searing kiss, tongue plundering my mouth. I settled between her thick thighs, rock hard and ready. I teased at her entrance, gathering the slick juices coating her lips.

“Fuck, Mom, you’re so wet,” I panted against her collarbone. “So wet for me…”

“Only you,” she gasped, arching into my touch. “Only my obedient, eager boy.”

With that, I thrust forward, sinking into her wet heat inch by inch. We both cried out in ecstasy, hands scrabbling as we found a rhythm. She was so tight, so hot. I thought I’d blow my load right then and there.

“Baby, that’s it,” she urged, hips rising to meet mine. “Fuck your needy stepmom, unload those big blue balls right in her aching pussy!”

I grunted in response, working myself deeper, harder. The new angle hit me just right, and I knew I wouldn’t last. “Gonna cum,” I groaned. “Gonna cum so fucking hard!”

“Yes!” she hissed, fingernails raking down my back. “Do it! Fill me up! Make me womb you! Make me your b-bride!”

That last word nearly did me in. The illicit thrill of popping a cask into my stepmother. I slammed home, pouring spurt after spurt of searing seed into her spasming cunt. She wailed in rapture, clenching so hard around my cock I worried she’d pull it off from the sheer force.

We stayed joined like that until we both went limp, chests heaving. I rolled to the side and she curled into me, nuzzling the sweaty skin of my neck.

“That was amazing,” I said, still a little dazed. “You were amazing…”

She just giggled. “I knew I could make you a man. There’s plenty of hot, forbidden fucking to be had, baby. Mommy doesn’t show, Daddy doesn’t know…”

I grinned devilishly, already feeling a telltale twitch between my legs. It looked like family nights had taken on a whole new meaning.