My step mom and I at the pool - Sex Stories

My step mom and I at the pool

... strip got my motor going into overdrive. My hand moved very quickly as I had no idea how long this magnificent window would last. "You are not my step mom," I muttered multiple times, with sweat flowing down my head and my heart rate soaring like an eagle. "You are just a ravishing woman I'm jacking it to." "Shit," she moaned, positioning her face towards me. "Oh, I'm gonna cum to her," I whispered, pulling out my cock. I continued jerking off for a minute and then her hands were removed from her face. "Crap," I murmured, as I hid completely. I didn't hear anything for a minute so I peeked out there. "What are you doing, Diane?" I questioned, as I saw her eyes remained closed. She just stretched out her arms and legs. "Oh, that's the spot." My cock was on fire. "Yeah, it is," I moaned, as I shot my load onto the side of the couch. I leaned onto the side of it on my shoulder, but avoided my cum. "Shit, that was a little wrong," I said, letting out a giant exhale and shutting my eyes. Then I heard the game playing again, so I didn't worry about her coming my way. I relaxed for a few minutes with my cock still out, just listening to the game. Before I knew it, I took a snooze with a smile on my face. I awoke some time later, but didn't hear the game. "Crap," I muttered, before I opened my eyes up and saw her down on her knees, still naked. Our eyes met, but no words were exchanged for a minute. My right hand began tapping my leg repeatedly and the urge to check out her boobs and ...

... slit couldn't be resisted. Then my eyes went to hers. "Hi, Diane," I said, showing a guilty face. "Having fun, jerking off to your step mom?" she pondered, grinning. "Fuck," I groaned, clenching my fists. "Please don't tell my dad, he'd kill me." She just smiled at me. "Oh, I won't tell on you, sweetie. You are just a horny young man, there is no crime in that. If you wanted to see me, you just had to tell me. I don't mind showboating for close ones." "Okay." "I still love you," she let me know, coming to my cheek and leaving a kiss imprint on it. "You have a nice cock, what is it, twelve inches long?" "No," I answered, blushing and looking down. "Well, I'm sure I could fit the whole thing in my mouth, in case you were wondering. Were you?" Both of my lips went inside my mouth and my eyes drifted south. "I take that as a yes, but hold onto to it for a woman that is not married though," she told me, just before she gave me a hug. "I'm sure you'll find someone that can deep throat you and make you cum down their throat," she said, feeling the side of the couch. I saw her rub it in and then take her fingers over onto her cherry. "You are nuts, Diane." "Yes, but a loving kind of nuts, buster," she warned me, standing up. "It is not like I covered myself just now. You better get up and make yourself decent, your dad is due back soon." We never talked about it after that and again I found myself masturbating two years later. This time I couldn't see her, but after she had inserted ...