Stepmom polishes stepson’s cock for church

The sun gleamed through the stained glass windows of the quaint Polish church, casting a warm glow over the parishioners as they settled into the hardwood pews. Among them sat Ewa and her stepson Jan, atypical mother-son duo attending Sunday Mass. Unbeknownst to anyone, a forbidden secret simmered between the two.

Ewa, with her auburn hair neatly tied into a bun and wearing a modest blue dress, bowed her head in prayer. Glancing sideways, she caught Jan’s gaze, his eyes tracing the curve of her neck. A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine, the same one she felt whenever she secretly polished his eager cock after dark.

Jan, a strapping young lad of 19, sat with his hands folded, a visible bulge straining against his slacks. Memories of Ewa’s skilled fingers gliding along his shaft flooded his mind, making his predicament even more uncomfortable. Since his father’s passing last year, their innocent relationship had blossomed into something lurid and delightfully secretive.

As Father Kasper’s voice echoed through the church, Ewa leaned toward Jan, her warm breath tickling his ear. “Meet me in the sacristy after Mass,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Jan’s heart raced, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through his veins as he nodded his compliance.

The service seemed to drag on forever, each hymn and prayer prolonging the agonizing wait. Finally, as the congregation filed out, Jan snatched a quick glance at Ewa before slipping away toward the sacristy.

The dimly lit room, usually reserved for the priests’ sacred duties, now became a stage for Ewa and Jan to perform their secret act. Ewa stood by an antique wooden table, her dress unbuttoned, revealing her creamy skin. “Strip for me, Jan,” she commanded in a husky whisper, watching him intently.

Jan hastily removed his clothes, his erection springing free, eager for Ewa’s touch. She stepped forward, running her fingers through his chest hair, her nails lightly grazing his skin. Her hand reached his throbbing cock, gently caressing it.

With a sultry smile, Ewa lowered herself, her plump lips hovering inches from Jan’s rigid member. Her warm breath washed over him before she took his cock into her mouth, enveloping him with her wet, welcoming heat. Jan groaned softly, his hand reaching out to press against her head, urging her to take more of him.

Ewa obliged, her head bobbing up and down as she skillfully sucked and licked every inch of his hardness. The slickness of her mouth and the erotic scenario drove Jan wild with lust, his hips rocking in tandem with her movements.

“Enough,” she commanded, pulling back just as Jan reached the brink of orgasm. “I want you to fuck me like the whore I am.” She lay back on the table, her dress hiked up, legs spread wide, revealing her glistening pink folds. “Put your cock in me, Jan. Fill me up with your seed.”

With a primal growl, Jan positioned himself, his cock teasing her entrance. Then in one hard thrust, he buried himself deep inside her welcoming warmth. Ewa cried out in pleasure, her nails gouging into Jan’s back as he began to piston his hips, driving into her with savage intensity.

The rhythm of their fucking grew more urgent as they chased their release. Jan’s balls slapped against Ewa’s ass while she bucked her hips in response, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. The depraved sounds of their lovemaking echoed off the sacristy walls.

Ewa’s velvet walls clenched around Jan’s cock, signaling her impending orgasm. “I’m close,” she moaned against his lips. “Don’t stop!”

Jan pounded into her harder, his breath ragged, sweat beading on his brow. Ewa came undone, her pussy spasming around him, milking his cock. Overcome with ecstasy, Jan pushed deep inside her one last time before exploding, his life force pumping into Ewa’s willing body.

As they lay entangled, catching their breath, Ewa giggled. “You have such a talented cock, Jan. I could never let you go.” She kissed his lips, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Jan smiled, knowing he would gladly keep nourishing his stepmom’s unquenchable appetite.

Together, they cleaned themselves and straightened their clothes. Ewa checked her reflection in a small mirror, adjusting her hair and smoothing her dress. “Let’s go home,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I think you’ve earned a night of worship at the altar of your mother’s most intimate needs.”

Hand in hand, the secret lovers left the sacristy, stepping out into the revitalized world outside the church’s walls, their hearts swelling with the thrill of their forbidden lust.