My Mothers Boyfriend - Sex Stories

My Mothers Boyfriend

... aching for the firm grasp of another's hand, the warmth of another's lips.

Descending further, her hands brushed over the gentle curve of her waist, the subtle indentations of her hips inviting exploration. The water flowed over the curve of her hips, tracing a path along the contours of her thighs as she parted them.

Every inch of her body seemed to quiver with anticipation, her skin alive with the promise of ecstasy as she surrendered herself to the sensations that swept over her. In the steam-filled haze of the shower, she lost herself in the fantasy of his touch, her hands roaming her flesh as she imagined it was his.

Lost in the steamy haze of her imagination, her movements grew more deliberate, more urgent, as if she could coax the very essence of pleasure from her own body. Her hands lingered over the curves of her hips, tracing the contours of her thighs as she imagined the firm press of his fingers against her flesh.

Janet felt herself teetering on the edge of release, every nerve alight with desire as she teetered on the precipice of ecstasy. With trembling hands and a racing heart, she felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening within her, threatening to unravel at any moment.

But even in the throes of her own pleasure, Janet held back her desire to save herself for Mark overriding the primal urge to succumb to her own climax. With a gasp, she fought against the rising tide of sensation, willing herself to hold on, to wait for him to claim her, ...

... to be the one to push her over the edge into blissful oblivion.

As Janet dried herself with her towel, she couldn't help but revel in the sensation of the fabric pulling the beads of water from her skin. In the mirror, she admired her body, marveling at how much she had developed since the last time she had truly taken the time to appreciate herself. She imagined a future where she went back to college, where Mark would visit her or she would wake up in his arms, in his bed. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine, fueling her fantasies of what could be.

With a playful smile, Janet wrapped the towel around her chest and left the room, her mind buzzing with excitement at the prospect of what lay ahead.

As she made her way down the hall, she couldn't help but be drawn to the unmistakable sounds of pleasure emanating from Sarah's room. The door was left open by a crack, the lights dimmed in invitation. Unable to resist the temptation, Janet crept closer, her heart pounding with anticipation as she treated herself to a preview of what awaited her later that night. As she peered through the crack in the door, she felt a surge of desire wash over her at the sight of Sarah and Mark, their bodies moving in perfect harmony in the throes of passion.

Mark’s body rippled with muscles, his massive arms holding Sarah down beneath him, her legs in the air, as his hips thrusted into her with a primal rhythm. Her moans and screams of pleasure filled the room, “Oh ...