Stephy's Mom - Sex Stories

Stephy's Mom

... small towel wrapped in a way that failed to fully cover her top

and

bottom. It was the first time I saw her smoothly waxed budding tulip from the front.

“Cold already?” She winked. “Come, let’s warm up.”

She opened her towel, revealing every square inch of her goddess body I hadn’t seen before, and climbed into the low bed. She embraced me in a hug as soon as I joined her in the nude. Her skin was initially cold from the shower, but her body’s warmth seeped into my bones as I drowned in her tits.

“You’re still all wound up after all the milking you’ve gone through,” she said, feeling my erection against her thigh. “My poor boy. Mommy’s going to take care of you.” If this sounds awkward to you, it’s because you weren’t there, nibbling at her nipples.

“Sh-Should I wear a condom?”

“I was just saying that to scare Stephy. Girls want to feel the veins of your cock and your cum oozing down their inner thighs once you’re done breeding them like baby factories. I want you to empty your balls deep inside my womb as often as you want.”

When a woman with the body of a lingerie model spreads her legs and tells you to breed her, you just have to convince yourself it’s probably a safe day and go for it.

I penetrated her like it was the most natural thing in the world then turned the bed into a raft in a violent storm. My fingers dug into the tit meat for they had grown so jealous of my cock in the last few hours. Every thrust and every squeeze was rewarded ...

... with a deep moan. She made it seem like I could do no wrong as I paid back all the passion she had put into her breast massage. And it’s while riding that high (and shooting my load) that I leaned in for a kiss. Even after five titjobs and one passionate sex session, I still wasn’t sure that was appropriate. I reached out with my lips, but she was the one who orchestrated the passionate tongue dance and intense saliva mixing. I moved my grip from boobs to butt so I could get closer to her, merge with her. We continued making out long after the last sperm had entered her fallopian tubes, long enough for someone to knock on the door asking if I was done.

Steph had gone upstairs but I doubt there was a room in the house shielded from her mother’s very vocal lust. I fell asleep on the couch to the moans coming through the guest bedroom's door. There was no jealousy at all. Taking care of Steph’s mom’s libido had been established to be a five-man job and I couldn’t think of four better guys to share the burden with. It was great sharing our experience over pancakes that Steph’s mom made for us in a sheer red négligée the next morning. No one else would have believed that she was under the table sucking and jerking our morning woods.

It took a few months but Steph seems to have forgiven us. She understandably goes to her dad’s place every weekend while we fuck her mom like a relay marathon. We might see another tantrum when she finds out she’s going to be a big sister, though. ...