Former Playboy Playmates Part 5: Stephanie and Son - Sex Stories

Former Playboy Playmates Part 5: Stephanie and Son

... need to fix us some dinner!” Stephanie exclaimed, after another self-induced orgasm subsided. It had been three hours of sucking Dan’s cock raw. Her jaws were also starting to hurt a bit, but she didn’t care. “Do your mother a favor and let me taste you before I go cook dinner,” Stephanie said. Dan nodded, watching her suck his cockhead, her cheeks sinking inward with each hard suck. It felt so good, so perfect. He loved the sounds she made, the slurping noises, the soft moans, the loud cries of pleasure while she simultaneously masturbated. After he filled her mouth again, she thanked him, kissed his cheek, and made her way to the kitchen, still topless. Dan was alone, staring at the ceiling once more. “This is real,” he told himself. “She spent most of the day giving me a blow job.” Dan sat up, gathering his thoughts. He rummaged through his bag, getting some new boxers, pajama pants and a t-shirt. Fully clothed, walking to the bed room door, a single thought hit him, “I loved it.” He left the room to join his mother in the kitchen. Stephanie was naked. She had kicked off her bikini bottoms and was busy cooking spaghetti. Dan stood, mouth agape, watching her. “Oh hi there!” she called out to him. “Aww, you put on pajamas. I was hoping you’d get naked with me.” “Um, I,” Dan said, watching her move about the kitchen, staring at her ass. “Well, call it a hunch, but I think you and I will be naked together later tonight,” Stephanie winked. Dan was quiet throughout dinner, his ...

... mother talking on and on about random, normal things, still naked. He watched her put the plates and silverware in the sink. “Join me in the shower,” Stephanie said, kissing his cheek, walking pass him. ***** The lights were on in the bathroom this time. They were passionately making out. “Are you going to let me clean you down there?” Stephanie asked, breaking their kiss. Dan smiled and nodded. He watched her lather up his cock and balls, tenderly cleaning them, rinsing them off, and then giving his cockhead a quick kiss. “Would you clean me?” She asked. Dan grabbed the soap, his mother turning around, her back against him. He lathered up her large breasts and stomach, his hands all over her. Stephanie moaned, extending her arms above her head, behind Dan’s neck. “Wow,” he whispered. “You like them?” his mother asked. “Yeah,” he replied, squeezing her handfuls of tit flesh. “Clean me down there too,” Stephanie said. “No need to be shy.” One of Dan’s hands traveled down his mother’s soapy body, the other still massaging a tit. “There we go, just like that,” She said. “I can do this,” Dan told himself, encouraging his hand to go to a forbidden area. He kept sliding it down, reaching her trimmed pubic hair. He kept going, urging himself southward, his hand traveling over her clitoral hood, over her labia lips, covering her in soap. “Yes, that’s it,” she said. “Clean me, rub me,” she grabbed his hand, holding it in place. Dan knew what she wanted. He placed slow kisses on her ...