step mom shares a bed with her step son in a hotel room – stepmom: please cum inside me

The pulsating beat of the hotel room door closing behind them acted as the soundtrack to the forbidden moment they both found themselves in. Eighteen-year-old Mikhail, with his jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes, glanced over at his stepmother, Oksana. Thirty-two, with cascading chestnut curls, full lips, and an hourglass figure that would make any man weak in the knees, she could have easily passed for her husband’s much younger mistress rather than his trophy wife. Oksana’s sapphire eyes sparkled with a newfound mischief as she sauntered over to the bed, the silky fabric of her white robe clinging to her every curve.

“You know, Mikhail, it’s so good to get away like this,” she purred, letting the robe slip from her shoulders. “Just the two of us, no interruptions or distractions…” Beneath the robe, she wore nothing but thin, lacy black lingerie. The sheer cloth did little to conceal her tantalizing assets, and Mikhail couldn’t help but feel his manhood stir to life at the sight.

“O-Of course, Oksana,” he stammered, trying to maintain his composure. “It’s nice to spend some quality time together.” In truth, Mikhail had been harboring a secret crush on his stepmother for months, marveling at her porcelain skin, not-so-secret tattoos, and the way she filled out those tight jeans when she thought no one was looking.

Oksana climbed onto the bed and propped herself up on her elbows, her breasts threatening to spill out of her low-cut bra. “Come here, baby boy. Mommy wants to make sure you’re all…taken care of this weekend.” Her legs spread slightly, giving Mikhail a tantalizing glimpse of the succulent peach between her thighs.

“T-Taken care of?” Mikhail repeated stupidly, his mind struggling to process the sexy goddess before him. He climbed onto the bed and crawled towards her, the bulge in his pants growing more prominent with each inch.

Oksana’s hand reached out and grabbed Mikhail by the wrist, tugging him closer until he was hovering above her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, the heat of her core searing even through his jeans. “You know what I mean, baby boy,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “Mommy wants you to cum for her. Inside. Me.”

As if in a trace, Mikhail’s hands moved to unfasten Oksana’s bra, freeing her generous breasts. He marveled at the perfect pink nipples, hard and begging to be suckled. Leaning down, he took one pert bud into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, eliciting a moan from Oksana.

“That’s it, baby boy,” she gasped. “Suck mommy’s big titties.” Her hands moved to unbutton his shirt, her nails raking down his sculpted chest and abs. Mikhail obliged by lavishing attention on her other breast, his hand moving to palm and massage the warm flesh.

Oksana reached down and unzipped his jeans, shoving them down to reveal his impressive length, already straining against his boxers. “Oh my, look how big you’ve gotten,” she cooed. “Mommy’s little boy is all grown up…”

Perspiration broke out across Mikhail’s brow as Oksana’s hand boldly stroked his hard cock through the thin fabric of his underwear. He bucked his hips, desperate to feel her touch on his bare skin. Oksana smiled wickedly, hooking her fingers in the waistband and tugging them down to free his throbbing member.

“I knew you’d be hung like a stallion,” she purred, looking up at him with hooded eyes. “Such a big, thick cock. And it’s all for mommy, isn’t it?”

“Yes, da,” Mikhail panted. “All for you, Oksana. Only for you.” Her hand wrapped around his shaft, giving it a few slow pumps.

Oksana released his cock with a wet sucking sound, popping open the front clasp of her panties and revealing her glistening, pink folds. “Fuck me, Mikhail. Fuck mommy’s tight little pussy.”

With a deep, guttural groan, Mikhail positioned himself at her entrance and thrust forward. Oksana’s nails dug into his shoulders as he filled her, inch by glorious inch. “Fuck, fuck, you’re so big,” she whimpered. “Stretching mommy’s pussy so good.”

Mikhail grunted and began to move, his hips snapping in time with Oksana’s. Each thrust seemed to push him deeper, until he was balls-deep in her welcoming heat. “Nye bolin, krasnaya. Mommy’s pussy is so tight. I’m never gonna last.”

“Then cum, baby boy,” Oksana commanded, her legs tightening around him like a vise. “Cum inside mommy. Fill me up with your hot Russian cum.” Her inner walls clenched around him as she neared her own climax.

With a primal roar, Mikhail buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he released a thick stream of his seed directly into Oksana’s unprotected womb. She cried out his name as she came with him, her velvety canal milking every last drop from his throbbing shaft.

They stayed like that for a long moment, panting and sweaty, their bodies joined as one. Mikhail reluctantly pulled out, collapsing next to Oksana on the bed. She turned to him and pressed a tender kiss to his lips.

“My sweet baby boy,” Oksana cooed, tracing his jawline with her finger. “Mommy loves you so much.” Despite the naughtiness of what they’d just done, Mikhail felt a swell of affection and love for his stepmother. Surely this could be their little secret, a weekend of debauchery between consenting adults?

Oksana’s hand drifted down to Mikhail’s softening cock, give it a gentle squeeze. “Care for round two, baby boy?” she purred, her eyes glinting with mischief and unquenchable lust.