Stepmom Goddess II - In case of emergency . . . - Sex Stories

Stepmom Goddess II - In case of emergency . . .

... baby, Mommy is here!" With that I felt her body slide against my face as she twisted and bent over, inhaling my penis into her mouth. The wet warmth of her mouth was utterly intoxicating and just in time to catch the cum that rocketed out of my throbbing engorged penis. "MMMM-hmmmmmm-mmmmm!" Olivia moaned with enthusiasm as she took my seed into her mouth and down her throat. Jet after jet flowed from me, the waves of orgasm nearly knocking me out. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt Olivia's tongue and mouth expertly pull every ounce of cum from my manhood. At last my balls were empty, and I panted heavily as my body twitched. I felt like every nerve was on end, jesus what a talented slut Olivia was! A glorious, wonderful, perfect slut! I was lost in a dream at that point, visions of her, of her body, of her smells, of the smell of my spunk, that had entered her body multiple times, in multiple places. Sleep over took me and I snoozed soundly until I heard my Dad and Olivia talking about what to do for dinner. I got up and apologized for falling asleep on the couch. My dad told me to get showered and dressed for dinner at a nice restaurant. I showered quick and threw on a collared shirt and slacks. When I got back to the house Olivia was in the kitchen sitting on a stool with a glass of wine. She had on a super tight green dress that shined. Her breasts were practically popping out of the top, she had gone to bright green eye shadow and bright red lipstick. Large gold ...

... loops in her ears and three bracelets on her right arm. Also a diamond tipped gold necklace, the diamond just dipping into her cleavage. She wore open toed high black heels. "Would you like a glass of wine sweetie?" She asked me kindly. "Um sure." She got up and walked to get me glass, her hips swaying in the painted on dress. Her flexed thighs and calves when she reached for a glass showed the hours she spent on a stair master and treadmill. Her taught ass that should belong to a young teen pushed at the fabric of her dress. How the fuck did she fit into that thing? Not that it mattered, all that mattered was getting to see that fucking body. Jesus, no nylons and her legs looked like shimmering silk. How I wanted to ravage her right there and then. Slit my father's throat if he had the nerve to object! But I controlled myself and soon my father was ready and we went to dinner. Dad had closed a big deal at work that day and was celebrating. Over the next three hours we ate good food and dad drank like a fish. Thank god Olivia has relieved me earlier that day, or the innuendos he was saying to her and his hands and lips on her at the table may have driven me to rage. By the time we headed home, Olivia had to drive and Dad was half snoring in the front seat. Drunk as hell. When we got home he mumbled something about making it hard for Olivia to walk tomorrow as she helped him stumble to the bedroom. I knew I should leave, I was just going to get mad. But I didn't. I grabbed a ...