Stephy's Mom - Sex Stories

Stephy's Mom

... could hold on after that? I let the cum flow as she pressed her tits together hard like making a mold of my cock and sucked my glans to milk my balls dry.

And because I can’t seem to go two minutes without worrying about something, I began wondering if there was such a thing as abusing a generous fellatio by pouring too much cream. Yet the sound of my thick goop erupting was always followed by the sound of a hungry throat swallowing. To Steph’s mom, at least, there didn’t seem to be such a thing as too much cum.

After one final swallow, the woman deactivated her suction cup of a mouth and reshaped it into her usual smile. I couldn’t believe she drank it all or that she enjoyed it enough to suck and lick what was left in her mouth for one true final swallow.

“You must be feeling better, huh?” she said after running one last cleaning lap around the glans with her tongue. “Who else said they wanted one?”

I’m surprised no one broke an arm raising them so fast. Still dazed by my turn, I just sat back and chilled while listening to the erotic sounds of my homies getting their own pipe-cleaning titty massage. When I remembered Steph was still down here with us, rolling her eyes every time one of her friends let out a moan, I politely tucked away my cock until it was my turn again.

Eventually, the tittyfucks became commonplace enough for us to start playing the game again while Steph mom’s did her rounds; ‘Who’s turn is it?’ Always needed some clarification. I didn’t ...

... say no to a second round or third or fourth, each lasting longer than the previous one but always ending in an explosive finish on Steph’s mom’s welcoming tongue.

“Well, I’m going to wash up then spend the night in the guest bedroom.” Steph’s mom said when everyone was too sexually exhausted to immediately offer her breasts an erection. “If anyone gets cold, feel free to join me for a bit and we can warm up together.”

“So, who’s going to fuck Steph’s mom first?” asked one of my friends. Just hearing the running water splashing against the MILF’s perfect body had us ready for action again.

“What? That is not what she meant.” Steph had a new reason to be outraged, but our silence eventually convinced her that it was absolutely what her mother meant. “Guys, please don’t have sex with my mom.”

“I think we should keep the same order as before,” I said, fairly sure that Steph would forgive me one day for fucking her mom.

“No way," several voices objected. "You’re saying that because you want to go first again?”

“No, it would just be less confusing that way.” I wanted to go first again.

“Can you guys at least not argue about who’s fucking my mom first in front of me? Can I have at least that?!” Steph’s reasonable objection put an end to the negotiation which meant I won by default. Thanks, Steph.

I entered the guest bedroom shortly after the water stopped running. The timing couldn’t have been better; Steph’s mom was coming out of the joint bathroom wearing a ...