My Husband's Son - Part Two - Sex Stories

My Husband's Son - Part Two

... was without panties, but I didn't want it to be that easy. I wanted him to appreciate me first, just to make the little animal even more anxious and depraved.

When his hand went between my legs, I crossed our fingers and squeezed. I made him moan in my mouth and my tongue got even more excited; I spit in the guy's mouth and he went crazy and his cock made my fingers even wetter.

"Wait boy, slow down! There's still time..."

"Vivian!!! So suck it, suck me, please!"

He didn't even have to ask; I wanted to, but it was good to see a submissive man, especially one from the family, especially Jack. A well-behaved, serious boy who didn't like me.

"So jerk off Jack. I love watching you doing it. I have been dreaming about it for days. So sweet is your cock."

He did it, I took my hand away, and he took control of the cock, moving it with strength, with way. Like that Saturday, beautiful, beautiful. I love to see a man expose himself like that. I bit his lip, laughing, unbuttoned the boy's shirt, smoothed his chest, his toned stomach until I licked his nipple... one after the other.

"So I end up come it, Vivi! Ahh!"

I was in doubt. I wanted to see him cum, but I couldn't stand to see that long, shiny, beautiful tube in front of me anymore. It was calling me, commanding me... 'Give me a blowjob, give me a blowjob...'

I couldn't resist.

I bent down to feel the heat of the cock, the strong smell of a man in heat, the dripping goo. I held it by the base, just ...

... to keep it upright, this is my stepson's beautiful hose. I teased it, running my lips over the glans, enveloping it in a tongueless kiss, feeling the fleshy, soft texture of the purple head.

I pulled out and looked up into his face with that naughty whore laugh that men love at these times. Better than a call girl.

I spat.

It fell right on the head and dripped onto my fingers. Jack breathed heavily and blinked. Like I wanted, I went down like crazy. Swallowing that tasty hose. I stuck out my tongue and licked the tip, swirling it around and tasting the creamy, sweet cream. I opened my mouth and swallowed the young man's cock all at once. I worked the whole cock, sucking it very hard, licking it the way every man likes it...

I did it to conquer the father, now it was the son.

I sucked a lot and swirled my tongue around, working the balls in a mixture of pain and caress. The cudgel became hotter and hotter, and sometimes I played only on the little head. I felt it coming. I swallowed and felt the stalk pulsating. The cream is coming, hot, hot, wetting my tongue, my cheek. I swallowed some of it, but I let the rest dripping down the shaft, down to the balls and my fingers.

A white, translucent goo still bound us from cock to my mouth. I could still hear Jack's last moans. He was panting, shaking, and a last drop came out of the top, dripping down his cock. I couldn't let it go! I sucked his cock, gave him one last caress, the caress of a hot stepmother.

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