Stepmom fucked and get creampie by stepson while she is stuck

The sun had set hours ago and the house was quiet. The only sound was the gentle snoring of Jeanette, my stepmother, sleeping soundly in her bedroom. I was wide awake though, my mind racing with lustful thoughts, my cock stiff as a board beneath the sheets of my comfortable bed. It had been that way ever since that fateful day a week ago when I had caught sight of Jeanette changing out of her sundress, her full, round ass and plump breasts on full display. I couldn’t get the image out of my head.

Silently, I climbed out of bed and tiptoed down the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest. I stopped in front of Jeanette’s closed bedroom door, my hand hovering over the doorknob. After a moment of hesitation, I slowly turned it and peered inside. The room was dark, but I could make out Jeanette’s sleeping form on the bed, the covers rustling softly with each breath she took.

I slipped inside and shut the door behind me, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light. Jeanette was lying on her back, her hair splayed out across the pillow, her ample chest rising and falling with each breath. I felt a rush of excitement and began to undress, my hands shaking as I fumbled with my shirt buttons.

Naked, I approached the bed, my cock throbbing with anticipation. I lifted the covers and slid in beside Jeanette, pressing my body against hers. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake, a soft moan escaping her lips as she rolled onto her side, her back pressed against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand cupping her breast, the other trailing down her stomach.

Jeanette’s breathing changed as she began to wake, a low moan rising in her throat. She reached back and grabbed my cock, stroking it slowly. “Pierre,” she whispered, her voice thick with sleep and desire. “What are you doing?”

“Shh,” I murmured, nibbling at her ear. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”

My hand snaked down between her legs, my fingers brushing against her pussy. She was wet, her folds slick and ready. I teased her clit, circling it with my thumb as I plunged two fingers inside of her. Jeanette gasped, her hips bucking against my hand.

I continued to work her, my fingers pumping in and out of her tight heat, my thumb still steady on her clit. Jeanette moaned loudly, her eyes fluttering open in the darkness. She reached back and grabbed my hair, pulling me in for a deep, passionate kiss.

I pulled my fingers out of her and pushed her onto her back, settling between her legs. Jeanette spread them wide for me, her pussy glistening in the faint light. I positioned myself at her entrance and slowly pushed forward, letting out a low groan as I felt her tight walls envelop me.

Jeanette wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper inside of her. I began to move, my hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. Jeanette matched my pace, her body moving in sync with mine, her hands roaming across my chest and back.

“Fuck me, Pierre,” Jeanette moaned, her voice rising in pitch. “Harder.”

I obliged, ramping up my thrusts, driving myself deeper and harder into her. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust. Jeanette’s cries grew louder, her nails digging into my back.

I could feel my orgasm building, my cock throbbing inside of her. “I’m going to cum,” I panted, my eyes squeezed shut with the intense pleasure.

“Don’t cum inside me,” Jeanette pleaded, her voice strained. “Pull out.”

But it was too late. With a final, hard thrust, I buried myself deep inside of her, my cock pulsing as I shot my load into her waiting pussy. Jeanette let out a scream of pleasure as she felt the warm, wet flood fill her insides, her own orgasm crashing over her in waves.

I collapsed on top of her, my breath ragged, my heart pounding in my chest. Jeanette wrapped her arms around me, holding me close as we both came down from our release.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, my face buried in her neck. “I couldn’t stop myself.”

“It’s okay,” Jeanette whispered, her hand stroking my hair. “It’s okay.”

We lay like that for a while, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one. Eventually, I rolled off of her, the sticky warmth of our combined releases seeping out of her and onto the sheets. I could feel the ache in my heart, the guilt gnawing away at me.

“What have I done?” I thought to myself, my eyes welling with tears. “What have I done to my own stepmother?”

I knew that we had crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed. That our relationship would never be the same. And yet, despite it all, I couldn’t find it in myself to regret a single moment of our forbidden encounter.

With a sigh, I sat up, wiping the tears from my eyes. Jeanette lay beside me, her chest rising and falling with each breath, a look of satisfaction and contentment on her face.

“I love you, Pierre,” she whispered, reaching out to take my hand in hers. “No matter what happens, I want you to know that I love you.”

I squeezed her hand, a small smile playing on my lips. “I love you too, Jeanette,” I said. “More than anything.”

And with that, I slipped out of the bed and made my way back to my own room, leaving Jeanette to her peaceful slumber. As I lay in my bed, I couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for us. Would we be able to keep our secret hidden, or would our forbidden love eventually come to light?

Only time would tell. But for now, all that mattered was the love and passion we shared, the memories we had made together. And if it meant that we had to keep it hidden, then so be it. Our love was worth fighting for, no matter the cost.