Chula Vista Dreaming (part seven) - Sex Stories

Chula Vista Dreaming (part seven)

... needed. All the while Maggie was sitting very still. At first she had turned red with embarrassment. Then she turned white but at the same time her delicate hand somehow found its way under her nightgown. My cock was hard now. It was poking out of my boxer briefs and I casually stroked it. Maggie's eyes were on it as she listened to my story. When I got to the parts where I was fucking my stepmother from behind Maggie moaned and her hand began rubbing faster under the gown. Her face had the look of pain a lady gets when coming. She shuddered and I started really jacking off. I was so turned on now. When she had orgasmed twice she opened her eyes, looked at me jerking, and reached out her hand. She grabbed my cock. She started squeezing it. She leaned forward. Her tongue slipped out and licked off the pre-cum I had leaked out. I stroked her brown, wavy hair. Her mouth descended to my balls, licking all the way down. She got her body more comfortable lying prone on one elbow as she began sucking my cock. I groaned and stretched my arm down, pulling her night gown up and off of her ass. Her long, perfect legs spread apart as I began slipping my fingers into her butt crack and then found her pussy lips. She moaned but kept sucking me as I finger fucked her. She was so wet and sticky as her own come got the coverlet all goopy. I needed to come badly now. Maggie was now jacking me off, begging me to come, to come for momma. I was close and then it spurted up and struck her face. ...

... She eagerly wrapped her mouth around it taking all my spunk and sucking hard to get more. I humped up into her face giving her what she wanted. I was so fucking sensitive that I was shivering. She kept jacking me, trying to get more come. But that was all I had. For now. I reached down and pulled her up to sit on my lap. I kissed her lips and then I licked my own come off of her face. Cleaning her up was the least I could do for my precious stepsister. She returned the kiss giving me her tongue and sucking on mine. We made out like that for a long time. We were having fun. The kind of fun I wished we'd had long ago. We finally stopped and I grinned at her. "So, I guess you like guys and gals, is that it?" She punched me on the arm again, but not too hard. "Mind your own business. I can like who I want to like. I can't believe you and Mom are doing it. I mean, for the love of Pete." Then she laughed. "I mean the love of Peter, I guess. You're so bad, Peter. But I hope Mom is happy. She used be so sad a lot of the time but lately she smiles a lot more. You did that I guess. You're sweet for a brat." "Yeah, I know she's happy. It's a good secret. It's not the only one though. Want to hear more?" "Oh my god, Peter. What the hell? You're not going to tell me you robbed a bank or something?" "Nope. This is pretty much along the same lines. Sex, sex, and more sex. I may be a man whore." I laughed. "You'll learn what I've learned, Peter. Sex is good. All the time, and all of it. If you ...