The maid’s stepson is happy masturbating and cumming in my hairy pussy, he wants me to teach him anal sex
The throbbing ache between my legs is insatiable. A lifetime of Colombian Nights and Cinammon Whiskeys couldn’t dull the relentless hunger of having my stepson’s cock buried deep inside my quivering cunt. His selfish thrusts shake the very bedposts as he ruts like an animal, slamming his girthy shaft into my slick folds over and over again.
“You fucking whore,” he grunts, sweat beading along his furrowed brow. “I’m gonna bust a nut so deep in this greedy snatch, you’ll be tasting my load for weeks.”
“Ohh fuck yes!” I moan, clawing at his muscular back. “Fill me up, baby boy! Paint my guts white with your hot jizz!”
He picks up the pace, fucking me with abandon. The headboard slams against the wall with every thrust, fading music from the floor speakers masking the lewd squelching of his cock drilling my pussy.
“Shit, Mom, your cunt feels so damn good,” he pants, his lips twisting in pleasure. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna- FUCK!”
His hips snap forward one last time as he sinks balls deep. I feel his shaft pulse and throb inside me as he explodes, flooding my hungry pussy with thick ropes of cum. The sensation is exquisite – positively divine. My insides clench around his spasming girth, milking him for every drop of seed.
“Oh fuck yes!” I groan, my legs quaking as I cum along with him. “Give it to me, stud! Fuck yeah!”
We grind and writhe together as ecstasy overloads our senses. Glancing into the vanity mirror, I notice strands of his semen starting to leak out around his spent shaft. Fuck, the visual is too much. Another mini-orgasm rips through my core.
My eyes roll back as he pulls out, spurting the last residual jizz along my inner thighs and belly. He collapses next to me, panting and grinning like a fool. I flip over and pry his pisshole open with my thumb, scooping the congealed mess of cum and gooey pussy nectar and slurping it down.
“God damn Mom, what a fuckin’ mess,” Jacob chuckles, admiring my messy snatch. “I think I made quite the fucking wreck of your cunt. But damn, was it worth it.”
I lick my lips clean, savoring the salty-sweet essence of our passion. “Fucking jailbait cock is always worth it, baby boy. You always make me cum so good.”
“I know, right? What can I say,” he shrugs, flexing his muscular chest. “I’m a fucking man now. Dad isn’t around much, but I’m always ready to rock your world and knock you up with my prodigious genes.”
I slap his muscular thigh playfully. “Well cut down on the ego for a second there Don Juan. You’re still on the cock calculus pimply side coordinating with those special math girl jeans.”
“Hey, mouths!” he playfully seizes my wrist, pretending to bite my fingers. “Don’t underestimate the math skills of inner jacketings. Plus, I do give top-notch mommy dick pimping. And I’m just a year or two away from driving, so get ready, MOM.”
“I know, I know! But c’mon baby. Let’s let Mommy focus today. I need you shampoo this nasty tangy hair into my creamy pussy,” I query rhetorically, reaching for the bottle.
“What?” He gives me a puzzled look. “Oh! Hang on, let me wash up and rinse…”
I giggle to myself. God bless the sexually progressive solvency of the 21st century! If anything, this was indeed the opportune time to teach the boy about the compagner essences of anal play. In the meantime, I just relaxed to the denim of the living room for background music, reaching to turn up the volume on the incredible Spell Synth album. It was a perfect moment to reflect on my charges.
