My Mothers Boyfriend - Sex Stories

My Mothers Boyfriend

... gunshot.

Startled by the noise, Janet's heart raced as she looked down at the broken glass in her hands, crimson blood swirling down the drain. She couldn't help but curse startling Mark and Sarah. She felt a rush of embarrassment wash over her, hastily setting aside the broken pieces, she glanced up. A wave of panic crashed through playful the atmosphere. Both Mark and Sarah rushed to Janet's side, concern etched across their faces as they assessed the situation.

Sarah's eyes widened in alarm as she saw Janet's hand bleeding, “Janet, are you okay?” She said, her maternal instincts kicking in. Without hesitation, she quickly directed Mark to where the bandages were kept, her voice steady despite the panic coursing through her veins.

Mark sprang into action, his movements swift and purposeful to search for the bandages in the bathroom.

With gentle hands, Sarah examined the wound, her touch soft and soothing as she assessed the damage. "It's not too bad," she reassured Janet, her voice filled with concern. "Go help Mark find the Neosporin and band-aids while I clean this up, he might not know where we keep them,” she said with a teasing smile.

As Janet entered the bathroom she was met by Mark who had the bandages in his hand, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and tenderness. As he carefully bandaged her hand, Janet couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal building within her as they were once again alone. The sight of him so close, his scent filling her ...

... senses, only fueled the flames of her desire.

With a playful glint in her eyes, Janet closed the gap between them, her body pressing against his as she whispered seductively, "Mark, I can't help but feel this overwhelming need to thank you properly for taking care of me."

Her words hung in the air like a promise, her breath hot against his skin as she trailed kisses along his jawline. Mark's pulse quickened at her boldness, his desire mirroring hers as he surrendered himself to the intoxicating allure of her presence.

In the heat of the moment, they both knew that they couldn't let this opportunity pass them by. With a shared glance filled with longing and desire, they abandoned all inhibitions, their hands roaming freely over each other's bodies as they surrendered themselves to the throes of passion.

And as their lips met in a searing kiss, Janet's hand boldly moved to the notable bulge in Mark's pants, a low growl of pleasure escaped his lips at her touch. The sensation of desire coursing through his body, his arousal evident as her hand glided up and down his shaft.

"Mmm," she purred, her voice dripping with need, "Is that my Valentine's gift?"

Mark's breath hitched at her boldness, his desire mounting with each stroke of her hand. "God, you're fucking hot, Janet," he groaned, his voice thick with longing. "What I would do to you tonight if I could?"

A mischievous smile danced across Janet's lips as she met his gaze, her eyes smoldering with desire. ...