Awaking Stepmom Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Awaking Stepmom Ch. 06

... lips panted into his neck and earlobe, she moaned her sweet song as she begged him.

“Oh, baby… oh baby… Make your mommy cum. Oh, god—make your mommy cum, baby!”

Matt gritted his teeth as he slammed into her for several more seconds until her screams reached a new octave.

“Oh, god! I’m cumming!” she cried out.

Milliseconds after she spoke, they both heard the back door slam downstairs. Matt’s father was home.

Chapter Three

Monica rode her stepson like a prized stallion as she continued to cum. Her ass popped forward and back as she felt his hard shaft pierce her pussy in and out, in and out. She bit the corner of her lower lip because it was all she could do to keep from screaming out loud. The orgasm tantalized her entire body, and keeping quiet through the process felt like the perfect torture. It was like all the raw pleasure of the orgasm was directed inside rather than out, and now her limbs and core were filled with electricity.

When the orgasm finally passed, she heard a familiar commotion downstairs in the kitchen. Keys being tossed in the key bin, shoes being kicked off, luggage being rolled inside… Monica figured she had at least three or four minutes before he would work around to coming upstairs at the minimum. And God… her stepson’s dick felt all the better with the thrill of nearly being caught.

“Oh, god—honey… careful baby. You’re so fucking hard,” Monica whispered, and she saw her son bite his lip and a struggle come over his face. ...

... “Oh, baby, are you going to cum? Are you close?”

“Yes, I can’t stop it, Mom,” he grunted.

Monica quickly lifted off of his cock and wrapped her fingers around the throbbing shaft. “Don’t hold back, baby, just give it to me. Cum on mommy,” she whispered in a moan as she stroked his shaft, aiming the tip for her belly button. Matt groaned behind pursed lips, and a short string of cum webbed over her belly as his cock continued to flex and bounce in her hand with every pump. “Good boy, that’s it. Good boy…”

Monica panted as blonde, unkempt hair hung partially in her face and bounced with every labored breath she exhaled. It wasn’t until all the commotion of her stroking him and her heavy breathing dissipated that Monica was able to hear footsteps broach the top stairs.

Todd’s already upstairs!

Only having seconds to think, Monica ordered her son to lie down, and she tossed his comforter over his still-twitching cock. Matt’s bedroom door opened just as she slid her shirt down over her belly and felt her son’s semen stick between the fabric and her skin.

“Hey hun, you’re finally home!” Monica announced in an over-excited voice.

Todd stood in the doorway, his eyes switching between his son and his wife, ponderously. Monica raised her hands and made a show of hugging her husband and swinging back and forth from his neck.

“Man, that was a long trip, I missed you she said as she separated.

“Yeah, the golfing wasn’t as good as I had liked. Rained too much—so ...