Stepmom fucked her stepson in a hotel

The sun had just started to set, painting the sky in brilliant shades of orange and pink as John and his stepmother, Lana, checked into the quaint hotel. It had been a long day of driving and they were both exhausted, but there was an undercurrent of tension between them that neither could ignore.

Lana was a stunning woman in her mid-30s, with fiery red hair, curves in all the right places, and a penchant for low-cut tops that showed off her ample cleavage. John, at 19, was a strapping young man with a mop of dark hair and a chiseled jawline that made the girls at school swoon. But today, his eyes were only for his stepmother.

As they entered the hotel room, Lana kicked off her heels and stretched languidly, her tight dress riding up to reveal a glimpse of her lacy panties. John swallowed hard, feeling his cock twitch in his jeans. He had been lusting after Lana for months, ever since she had moved in with his father. The way she would bend over to pick something up, giving him a perfect view of her ass, or the way she would lick her lips when she caught him staring – it was driving him wild.

“Tired, sweetie?” Lana asked, giving him a coy smile. “Why don’t you go take a shower? I’ll order us some room service.”

John nodded mutely, his mouth dry, and stumbled into the bathroom. As the hot water cascaded over his body, he couldn’t stop thinking about Lana. His hand drifted to his cock, stroking it slowly as he imagined her bent over the bed, her dress hiked up around her waist, her pussy glistening and ready for him.

With a groan, he came, his seed shooting into the shower and swirling down the drain. He felt a momentary sense of shame, but it was quickly replaced by excitement.tonight was the night, he was sure of it.

He emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, to find Lana sprawled out on the bed in a negligee that left little to the imagination. Her legs were spread, and he could see the damp patch on her panties.

“Come to bed, Johnny,” she purred, crooking a finger at him. “Let me make you feel good.”

John didn’t need to be told twice. He dropped the towel and crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He buried his face in her panties, shocked at his own boldness, and began to lick and suck at her through the thin material.

Lana moaned, tangling her fingers in his hair. “Oh fuck, baby, yes. Just like that.”

John pushed the fabric aside and dove in, lapping at her wet slit and flicking his tongue against her clit. Lana bucked against his face, crying out with pleasure. He could feel her legs shaking and knew she was close.

With a final swipe of his tongue, she came undone, her pussy clenching and releasing as she rode out her orgasm. John licked and sucked, drinking down her juices like a thirsty man.

“Jesus Christ, John,” Lana gasped, panting. “Where did you learn to do that?”

John just grinned, feeling powerful and proud. He knew this was just the beginning.

Lana sat up and pushed him onto his back, straddling him. She kissed her way down his chest, pausing to lap at his nipples before continuing her journey. When she reached his cock, she wrapped her lips around it, taking him deep into her throat.

John threw his head back, moaning loudly. Lana bobbed up and down, taking him deeper each time. She fondled his balls, rolling them in her palm, and reached behind him to spread his ass, fingering his hole.

John had never been so aroused in his life. He fucked her face, relishing the feeling of his cock hitting the back of her throat. Lana gagged and coughed, but she didn’t stop, determined to please him.

With a shout, John came, his hot seed spurting down Lana’s throat. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips when she was finished.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered, guiding him to her entrance. “Please, John. Fuck me.”

John needed no further encouragement. He slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt. Lana screamed, her nails digging into his shoulders. He pounded into her, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the room.

Lana wrapped her legs around him, drawing him in deeper. She rolled her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. John felt like he was in a dream, lost in the haze of lust and pleasure.

Lana pushed him onto his back and straddled him again, riding him hard and fast. Her tits bounced in his face and he caught a nipple in his mouth, biting down gently.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” she panted. “Don’t stop, baby. Please don’t stop.”

John reached between them, rubbing her clit as she moved on top of him. Lana came with a high-pitched keen, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. John followed a moment later, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his seed.

They collapsed together, a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs and heaving chests. Lana tucked herself against his side, nuzzling his neck.

“That was incredible,” she breathed. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Johnny.”

John smiled, feeling a rush of affection and possessiveness. This was his mommy now, and he would never let her go.

They dozed off in each other’s arms, content and satiated. But John knew this was only the beginning. He had his stepmom now, and he was never going to let her go.