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

Stepmom Goddess II - In case of emergency . . .

... beer from the fridge and sat at the table. I was expecting at any moment to hear the sounds of sex. Of my father fucking the pussy I loved. That I deserved. I was ready to stew in anger, and also ready to jack off listening to Olivia love. I turned my chair to the side. Planning on jacking off listening to her, or maybe going to the door to watch. I knew my dad would be too drunk to notice. I was so ready I even unzipped my fly and started to lightly play with myself. I was taking a pull from the bottle with my hand in my pants when Olivia appeared around the corner. "Did you need to be alone?" She asked with a smirk, looking at my crotch. I choked a bit on my beer. "Oh, um, um . . . .I, I thought you were gonna be, uh, busy in there for a while. "I thought so too." She replied. She walked over to the table and took my beer, taking a long drink before plopping it on the table. She had taken off her heels already, when she put on leg on the side of my chair and pulled up her skirt on both sides until the tight fabric was high enough on her thighs that she could straddle the chair and sat squarely on my lap. She put one had on the table, and one on my cheek and kissed me. Long. . . and deep. Her tongue probing me, deep into my mouth. I could taste her dinner on her tongue. We made out passionately, and my quiet moans were in sync with hers. Oh please Jesus! Please don't let my dad wake up and ruin this!!! Please don't stop!!! As we wrestled our tongues Olivia kept flexing ...

... her thighs, squeezing me and riding her tight dress up and over her tight ass until she finally had full freedom of movement, her dress ringed around the mid point of her ass crack and just above her pubic bone, her legs freed. I began to massage her breasts, so Olivia pulled off of my mouth and slid one arm out and then the other, and pushed the top of her dress to the middle of her tummy. The support bra underneath was all business and no hanky panky. It was support for breasts that were too powerful to be on their own. It was pure black. She reached behind and with a click the strapless bra popped off and hit my chest, her breasts bouncing into position. The perfectly symmetrical tear drops stared at me, with their perfect shape and impossible perkiness. "You need a taste of Mamma?" Olivia growled hungrily as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to her left mammary, which I happily devoured. Her brown skin tasted like chocolate, her nipple like honey. I pulled off and kissed her again, staring into those rounded Hmong eyes. It's really going to happen! Oh god tell me I am going to get to fuck this goddess again! My prayers were heard as Olivia slid her hand to my zipper and fished my cock out of the open teeth. "Time to come out and play with Mom-meee." Olivia moaned quietly like a fucking porn star. I couldn't believe this one time I was completely hard, maybe my dick was just tired from so many hard-ons. But a stroke of Olivia's fingers had me standing firmly at ...