It felt like her pussy was milking the cum from me.

My dad and step-mom had a very difficult relationship. My father could never really be open to my step-mother emotionally. He was closed off. He was never around. My step-mother and I were together all the time. She told me about her problems. And I was like a best friend to her.

When I was a 5 years old my step-mother would sleep in her nightgown with no underwear. She had the covers over her but one time she move around in her sleep and the covers were moved away. I had to get something out of the bathroom and saw her sleeping. In the bedroom as someone forgot to close the door. I was fascinated because I was not used to seeing a woman’s pussy. I knew I shouldn’t have looked but I held my gaze a bit longer than I should have.

A step-son cares for his step-mother and appreciates her. He is aware that any kind of attraction is taboo so he doesn’t even think about it. But it is undeniable there is curiosity.

I was 18 years old then. She was 38 years old.

Sometimes my dad and step-mom would get into fights and he would leave the house. She went to her room, crying. Turned out that she discovered my father was having an affair.

I hate him. He is all about himself, and has no sense of decency. I have no idea why he ever bothered with marriage in the first place. He must have felt lucky that my poor biological mother killed herself when I was 3 years old. He probably drove her to it.

My step-mother started drinking every day. She would start in the afternoon and keep going. She was clearly depressed. I tried to talk to her to cheer her up.

“I don’t know what I did?” she said, her eyes filled with tears.

“It’s not you,” I said.

“Why can’t he be like you? So sweet and caring?” she said, looking at me with such sad but compassionate eyes. I felt terrible for her. But I also couldn’t help but appreciate how beautiful she was—long blonde hair, full lips, long legs, and large breasts. I sometimes did feel jealous of my father. Plus, I was a virgin.

I looked into her eyes. I knew it was insane, but I didn’t care. I leaned over and kissed her. At first it was gentle. She was surprised, but I could tell she savored it.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m comforting you,” I said.

I kissed her again, but this time more deeply. Beneath my jeans I was hard as hell.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” I said.

She paused for a moment, as if she was thinking.

Then I leaned over and kissed her again. I fondled her supple breasts. She kind of moaned a bit, like she really liked it.

I kissed her passionately. Then we stopped. She backed up and walked out of the room.

I was so hard I couldn’t take it anymore. So I pulled out my cock. I just stayed on the bed, stroking my cock, thinking about her.

Then she came back in, wearing only the choker on her neck and the thigh high stockings she had been wearing.

“We’ve gone this far. What do we have to lose at this point?” she said, with a mischievous grin.

“Have you ever had sex before?”

“No,” I said.

“Then I’m going to fuck you,” she said.

“Now stand up.”

I did. Rock hard.

She got on her knees. She cupped my balls with her hand. Then she wrapped her lips around my cock. It was the first time. As she slid my cock deeper in her mouth it tingled me with pleasure all the way. Then she relaxed the back of her throat, and deep throated me. She moved her head side to side. All of me was in side of her mouth.

Then she bobbed her head up and down. She did this for five minutes. Just as I was about to cum she stopped.

“Not yet,” she said.

She went and laid down on the bed. She had a real cum hither look. I crawled on the bed and gently opened her legs. There was that pussy I had long wondered about.

“You don’t have to do…tha” she said as I started licking her pussy. I gently rubbed her clitoris as I licked her and then inserted my finger. It didn’t take long for her to get really wet. She started moaning loud and loud, her hips gyrating. Her breathing became really hard.

“Yes,” “Yes,” she moaned.

I kept going until she had an orgasm. Then another.

My cock was already dripping a little pre-cum. It was throbbing. I mounted her and shoved my cock into her willing pussy. All those years I wondered and pushed away those feelings.

I was finally inside of her. I knew how my father must have felt. Strange he didn’t appreciate it. I looked into her eyes, and then kissed her as I slid in and out of her. At first, gently, passionately. Then I went a little faster. I plunged myself as deep into her as I could. I wanted to really fuck her. I wanted to savor her so I would remember it. And I did. I pounded her, hard. She was moaning and enjoying every second of it. I could feel her pussy quivering around my dick. She came again.

I could barely keep myself from cumming.

“My turn,” she said.

I got on the bottom and she mounted me, her on top.

She rode me, with a really lustful look on her face. Her breasts were gently heaving as she ground down on my dick so hard.

“That’s good, Oh yeah, that’s good,” she said. remaining on fucking my stepmom

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