My Husband's Son - Part Two - Sex Stories

My Husband's Son - Part Two

... I got up, we looked at each other, I laughing with a smeared face and he wiping my cheek and seeking a kiss. I let him lick me all my face, taste his sperm, taste his cock. I think it was his first time.

Come a wild, drooling kiss until he loses his breath.

I was proud of Jack. I thought of something stronger, but my Jack needed a gentler approach, at least for now.

"And now?"

"Now? Didn't your parents teach you to be a polite man? Giving back when someone caresses you?"

His hand entered between my thighs, eager, it moved without asking permission, without stroking. It was direct, and it touched my pussy. It felt my muffled warmth, wet. Its fingers wandered between my lips. They moistened my cave. Jack still had much to learn.

"It'll be better over there."

"What? Where?"

"On the table, come on."

I pointed to the pool table. I had already fucked there with Ivan and some friends. It was a crazy night, they fucked me with a cue stick. But tonight I just wanted to be sucked off by my husband's son. If Kelly knew what we were doing!

I let Jack take off my dress, it was a way to teach the man to have good manners with the girls, future wives, lovers... I don't know. I like it when they undress me. I gave him a little kiss and lay down on the table. I spread my legs like the models in the movies. Just so Jack would be enchanted with his stepmother's pussy, to see it all, the pink flesh, the folded lips, I leaned my heels on the edge of the table and ...

... raised my pussy hard.

Jack was drooling, his eyes wide open. He was very funny, even more so with his mouth open. I laughed and posed, running my hands over my body like a nice massage. I shivered, smoothing my breasts, the sides of my body, my stomach, and my thighs until I reached my well-treated crotch.

I could feel my heat, my pussy throbbing and sweating. I'm crazy, crazy! I showed what I wanted. Jack understood that I was lying there admiring your cock that came hard again. His fingers around my pussy, fingering and smoothing me. He tasted my flesh, my hair. His hand went up to my navel, around my breasts, and back to my wet lips.

Jack grabbed my pussy like a fruit, squeezing, pulling my hair, stretching. Mm!!! I lifted my legs and held my knees. I looked beautiful, beautiful. I was a whore, ready to be fucked.

He helped me hold one of my thighs and his other hand found my clit and played with it, not very nicely, but it was amazing, even more so since it was my husband's son.

"Jack, Jack..."

His fingers entered, smoothing me from the inside, wiggling my lips.

"Son of a bitch!"

I said, just to provoke...he did as expected, sinking his fingers into me and opening, seeing my pink flesh. I revealed a hard, delicious vulva. An invitation for a crazy fuck. Only that Jack came with his mouth, wetting the face all over my sweetness. He drank me like a savage.

The guy roared and moaned more than I did. Learned to bite my lips and stick his tongue in me. ...