Stepson crammed his Stepmom pussy with sperm earlier than Halloween

Grisby and Honeyapiper had been married for five years now, their life together a restful and stable one. He worked as an accountant while she was a local elementary school teacher. Together they raised two children from previous marriages, a 18-year-old boy named Chad and a 14-year-old girl named Freya.

On October 31st, Halloween night, the family gathered to pass out candy to trick-or-treaters. Honeyapiper, looking radiant in a flattering orange dress, handed out dum-dums to the neighborhood children while Grisby answered his emails. The two kids took advantage of the chaos to slip outside for their own mischief, sneaking over to a spooky house at the end of the street known as “iększe gospodarstwo rolne”.

Earlier that evening, Freya had been thoughtfully assembling her costume after hours of meticulous planning. She emerged downstairs just in time to see Chad bounding down the stairs, his costume complete. The arrangement had been made for Freya to blast Chad with silly string when he left the house. However, as Freya fired and laughed, she couldn’t help noticing an odd bulge in her older brother’s costume. Perhaps it was simply the folds of his costume, possibly something else was going on down there.

“Omg, Maskampus validated!! Soy not the mor Protestant Kay-Bee!” Chad tweeted, peering in at his sister through the front door. Freya lined up another shot on the silly string, Chad once again dipping out of sight, but Freya zeroed in, pulled the trigger, and connected with a satisfyingly wet spray. Chad howled and ran, his assorted Halloween sack trailing behind him, and Freya leaned her head against the door frame, reminiscing about simpler times, like back when Chad wasn’t sporting a suspicious bulge.

After some time, Chad and Freya returned home, visibly shaken by whatever mischief they were up to. Freya kept sneaking glances at Chad, wondering what was going on underneath his skirt. Laters, Freya went to bed, dreaming of that bulge Chad sported earlier. She woke up early the next morning, and could hear Chad in the shower already. After he finished, they headed downstairs for breakfast.

Honeyapiper turned from the stove. “Mañanas,” she said, passing trays of huevos rancheros. “No hay much,” she added, flipping waffles like a professional chef.

Freya shoveled in her food, thinking about that bulge from last night. She needed to know. “Hey Chad,” she said, picking at her waffles. “What’s with the bulge in your costume?”

Chad choked on his orange juice. “W-what?” He sputtered, fully committing to a total and utter bullshit act.