Stephy's Mom - Sex Stories

Stephy's Mom

We hung out with Stephanie for no other reason than friendship. She was one of the boys and her lack of penis rarely came up in conversations. But when she floated the idea of an all-night gaming sleepover at her place, it wasn't the power of friendship that made all five of us clear our schedules instantly; a sleepover at Steph’s place meant sleeping in the same house as her mom.

Our brief encounters with the women left us drooling cavemen and, as soon as Steph was out of earshot, the conversation turned into about what her mom’s outrageously hot body was last wrapped in. Whether it’s tight gym clothes or a loose sundress, our male gaze inevitably gravitates toward the shape of her huge braless melons, but I swear, her bright wide smile is her most captivating feature. She smiles at you like you’re a high school crush, like a brief encounter with you is a life-changing experience. Her body gives you an erection, but that smile makes you fall in love.

We were down in Steph’s basement, either playing Mortal Kombat or watching for new fatalities. I was battling Steph but my head wasn’t really in the game. I assume every other guy was also fantasizing about getting lost on our way to the bathroom and interrupting Steph’s mom’s yoga or catching her changing.

“Fucking owned, you little bitch,” Steph shouted, delivering a killing blow to a character who hadn’t moved in a while. I didn’t even hear her at first, my brain had put all senses except for sight on the back ...

... burner while I watched an amazing pair of athletic legs loading vertically in the stairway. Steph’s mom hopped down in nothing but a thin loose romper that someone would normally wear around the house once they were sure no guests were coming over. The beating heart in Kano’s hand did not come through the surround-sound speakers louder than those of five young men watching breasts almost as big as their head almost bouncing out of a plunging v-neck. It wasn’t happening in slow motion like in movies, but I was still able to savor every nanosecond of the wild breast tango from the moment they were visible.

“Who's playing next?” Steph turned her head when no one answered and caught us all red-eyed. “Mom!" She shifted the blame." You said you weren’t going to bother us.”

“I just need to take care of the laundry, Stephy. I won’t get in your way.”

Time Out!

Neither character moved during the next fight. Two hot women fighting to the death had nothing on Steph’s mom taking care of laundry. She went on all fours to empty the dryer, presenting her peach like a grocery store sample. The bottom part of her romper was bootier than the bootiest rap video booty shorts yet loose enough in the front to flash glimpses of rear-pussy when she rummaged for lost socks. Then she bent over the washing machine to get the wet clothes out, giving us a new angle of her perfect peach and exposing even more pussy when she lifted a leg to snatch a pink thong at the very bottom.

“Are you done, ...