LOGINIt was eleven. O’clock, I said aloud, so let's turn in.
Ok aunty, I will go to my room now. What do you mean to your room? You are spending the night in my room on my bed. Aunt, are you sure about this “Yes of course.” “Before I knew it he drew me against him. Are you sure? My tits mashed against his chest.” “I felt an immediate surge of response. Oh, God, I'm so evil.” “Daniel pressed his lips on mine, his tongue opened my lips as I grabbed it. His hands caressed the globes of my bottom and lifted my skirt since I was not wearing any panties. The heat rose within me, and he quit sucking my tongue to catch his breath. I writhed against him and returned to sucking his lips harder, moisture broke from inside my cunt, and I felt I was ready to be fucked by him again. I walked him to my room, and my eyes were downcast. So we were both lying flat on the bed when he finally said, I want you to stand up and undress yourself in front of me, but before then, I'll take mine first. I said nothing but stood compliantly next to my bed as he took off his shorts and his shirt. His cock has relaxed somewhat and is ready to snap the erection at the first stimulus. “He lay back on the bed while staring at me.” “Now do what I asked you to do.” He commanded. Daniel don't you dare cross your boundaries by commanding me, did you forget I’m your Stepmom? I said, “With due respect, Mom, I did not, but I want to remind you that I’m the king here, you want to cum in me, so you have no other choice than to obey me. If not, I have no other option than to go back to my room. “I said nothing as I began to undress myself. He was right about what he just said. But I avoided looking at him directly, even though I was the one who asked him to fuck me. But I still remember that I was married to his dad; moreover, it isn't his fault. The gown slid away, revealing a snugly packed white brassiere. Turn around, he instructed. “I did so.” He stared at the beauty of my ass, Take your bra off before you turn around again, he said. “I reached behind to unfasten the garment as I allowed the straps to slide down my arms, and I took the cups away from my full tits.” “Turn and pose for me. He said.” I felt ashamed and embarrassed, how on earth a boy I consider to be my son will be commanding me, but I was also sexually stimulated by the situation. There was a thrill about showing myself to a boy even though he was my stepson. “I turned slowly and showed him my bare tits.” He grinned, as I noticed his cock was sticking straight up. “Play with your cups, “he said lewdly.” Squeeze them. Let me see how you squeeze them.” I brought my hands underneath my boobs without a second thought, curling my fingers around as much as I could. “I squeezed the mounds gently and my nipples became harder and stuck out. I closed my eyes and bit my lips as I squeezed them.” “Daniel grasped his cock and stroked it slowly.” “Now turn the other way, let me see your ass.” “I turned around and bent slightly down, my hair cunt mound came into view. I was so worked up by now that I felt I could do anything he asked me.” “I faced him.” “Spread your legs.” He said. I did so and the fullness of my cunt came to view. “Open your little box.” Show it to me, Aunt, holding his cock tight. He said in his husky voice with trembling hands. “I touched the lips of my pussy with my fingers, and moisture dribbled along.” ‘Now come to me, Aunt, he said.’ I was ready, as I approached the bed, which collapsed in the center of the bed while Daniel watched me as his limbs flung out. “He came closer to me and pointed to me his erect cock “suck my cock” he commanded.” I paused for some moment, settling on the bed properly, with my knees astride one of his legs. I bent forward, my hand encircled his hard big tool as I swelled it directly in my mouth. “He released a heavy breath as he watched my mouth as I sucked the tip of his rod. Before I finally swallowed the cockhead, I began to fully suck and lick his pulsating cock. I love the feel of the round rod between my lips and the thick head forcing my jaws apart and forcing it into my throat. I liked the taste and the scent of his cock, I enjoyed pumping my mouth up and continued sucking his cock, his cock tasted different from Ryan's. “I sucked his cock so hard until he told me to stop.” “Now get on top of me, “he orders,” ride on me like a horse.” I clamped on him and fitted his wet cock into the flaring mouth of my cunt. I felt excited as I slowly let myself completely fall for him. His big cock made its way to my hole until it pressed my uterus. “He gave me some instructions on how to ride on him. I wondered how long he had known all this. A passionate moan escaped my lips as he began to fully wind my cunt around his tool. “My boobs jiggled tautly as I rotated and bobbed my hips, he twisted, imparting a delightful massage to his upthrust encircled pecker.” “I stared down at my stepson, flushed, smiling at me, as I still can't believe that I was fucking and enjoying it.” He raised his hands on my bobbing tits, and my nipples brushed him. He gave my tits a quick squeeze and slid his thumb out to my nipples. He pitched and tugged at them, and he used the nipple as a tiny hand to swing my boobs. “I moaned again and swung my hair making my long hair whip around my shoulders.” “Daniel grasped my hands in his and let me lean against him as he drove his cock upward. I whined sharply. “I grabbed his lips and kissed them rapidly against mine.” Suddenly, he stopped and folded his legs back. He sat up, pushing me backwards. His cock remained tightly still inside my cunt. He now resumes the new frenzy of fucking me riding his stiff rod into the snatch cunt. “ Fuck…. Yes.. harder uh… ohooo!" I said and helped him move rapidly. My boobs shook and my mouth twisted as he screwed me with all the force he had. I climaxed, shaking, my quivering ass suspended on the bed. He barely managed to hold his climax. “He pulled out from my pussy hole quickly and scrambled forward, straddling me at the neck. His balls bounced against my chin, and his wet cock stuck upward on my face.” He adjusted his position so that he could cum directly on my face, he tilted his cock down and pushed the cock head between her lips. “Ahhhhhh!” I said, taking his rod with a gulp. He began to work his hips inside my mouth and his cock stroked up and down in the soft circle of my mouth. ‘He fucked my mouth harder.’ “I breathed heavily through my nose and gripped the cheeks of his ass.” I squeezed his butt, as I sucked wildly at his rapidly stroking cock. “I knew he was going to cum in my mouth this time, and I wanted to feel the gush of his vizz in my mouth and throat.” I sucked his shaft harder as I could and my tongue lashed his huge as he pumped up and down in my mouth. My stepson's balls tumbled against my chin, stepped from his cock, and with my saliva, “I swallowed.” Finally, I felt his cock swell and quiver. I clamped my lips firmly around the stalk and bit into the spongy head with my teeth. I sucked fiercely. “I heard Daniel groan so hard, and suddenly my mouth was filled with his thick, warm organism.” The first gush almost choked me, but I managed to gulp it down. His cum kept squirting, and I continued to sucked on his cock, I wanted to empty his balls. A small portion seeped out from around his stroking shaft, it trickled down my chin. I watched how Daniel experienced a new ejaculatory spam and swallowed in bliss as he pumped still more spam into my sucking mouth. “I kept gulping until I had swallowed all the cream he had and only when his cock began to soften did I let the cock head ooze out and flow away from my mouth.” I gaze up at him, my eyes wide and I finally manage to say thank you to him. “For what?” he asked. “For the sexual experience which I didn't have for so long, and for replacing your father's position.” He drew me to his body, placing my head on his chest. He cupped my face a little, staring at me. He placed his lips on mine, kissing me. You don't have to thank me, Aunt. "He finally said.He took the toy in his hand, his eyes locked on my dripping centre. He didn't use his fingers to tease. He didn't warm me up with his mouth. He just pressed the cold plastic against my entrance, and I gasped, my hips bucking instinctively. "Relax," he murmured, his thumb rubbing my clit in slow circles. "Or it's gonna hurt." I tried to breathe, but the sight of him was so close, so hard, so focused that it was undoing me. He pushed the dildo inside. It slid in easily; the silicone was warm from his hand, stretching me in a way that was familiar yet new. He held it there for a moment, letting me to adjust to the fullness. "Good girl," he praised, leaning forward to nip at the inside of my thigh. "But I want to see if this fits." He began to thrust. Slow at first, testing the rhythm, watching my face intently. I arched my back, the friction sending jolts of electricity straight to my spine. The toy wasn't enough. It was good, but it was a substitute. I needed the real thing. I n
He didn't make me ask twice. He lifted me off the stool like I weighed nothing, spun me around and bent me over. Cold marble hit my nipples through the open shirt. I heard the soft rustle of his sweatpants hitting the floor. Then the thick, blunt head of him knocking my entrance. I reached back, guiding him. One brutal thrust and he bottomed out. Stretching me so wide that I cried out. He didn't give me time to adjust. Just grip my hips and start fucking me, his skin slapping skin so hard. The island rocking with every stroke. "Look at you," he growled, yanking my hair so I had to watch us in the reflection of the dark mirror. "Bent over your marital kitchen counter. Taking my cock like a desperate little slut." I moaned, pushing back to meet him. Every thrust shoved me against the edge, my nipples dragging across the cold marble. "Please," I whispered. "Joey." He pulled out suddenly, spun me again and dropped me to my knees. I opened my mouth eagerly, and he fed himse
I woke up sore in all the right places. The storm had passed sometime before dawn, leaving the world a grey and washed-out landscape outside the window. Joey's side of the bed was cold, the sheet twisted and smelling like sex. For one stupid second, my stomach dropped. Like he had taken what he wanted and disappeared into the night. Then, I heard the low hum of a generator outside. The coffee maker gurgling in the kitchen. And the soft clink of a mug on marble. Power was back. He didn't leave. He was just letting me sleep. I rolled out of bed in shaking legs, my skin marked everywhere his mouth and hands had been. Fingerprints bruising my hips, love bites on my breasts, a fresh red mark on my shoulder. I walked into the bathroom and stared at my reflection. I looked like a crime scene. But I looked gorgeous. I reached for the shower, the hot water stinging my skin as I washed away the evidence, but the phantom sensation of him lingered. I pulled out one of Joey's shirts from t
He didn't stop. He didn't give me a second to breathe. He kept on licking and fingering me through it, drawing it out until I was trembling so hard I thought I would shatter. I tried to crawl away from it, but he held me fast, his arms around my thighs, his tongue merciless. He stood up, spun me around, and lifted me back onto the dresser like I was weightless. The wood hit my lower back, but I didn't care. "Open," he ordered, his voice rough and commanding. I dropped to my knees without even thinking. I was his. I was completely and utterly his. He fed himself into my mouth without hesitation, inch by inch, stretching my lips open, the head pushing against the back of my throat. I choked slightly, tears stinging my eyes, but I took it. I took as much as I could. I moaned around him, hollowing my cheeks, bobbing my head up and down. I was moaning like a pornstar, sloppy and wet, my spit dripping down my chin. He threaded his fingers through my hair, guiding me, fucking my mo
I was now standing frozen in the kitchen doorway, the glass of wine forgotten in my hand. Rain lashed against the window so hard it sounded like a drum solo, the storm outside mirroring the chaos tearing through my chest. My blouse was soaked through from the sudden dash inside, clinging to my skin like a second layer, outlining my ribs and the curve of my breast. I lasted maybe thirty seconds. Then I was moving, my bare feet slapping against the cold tile. My heart was slamming so loud against my ribs, I could barely hear the thunder outside. I needed him. I needed to feel that rough, calloused hand on my skin, to taste that whiskey on his tongue. I pushed open the master bedroom door. A thin blade of gold light from the hallway cut across the floorboards, and I pushed it wide. Joey stood at the foot of the king-size bed, back to me. He had already kicked off those sweatpants. He stood there completely naked in the candlelight from the bedside lamps, the deep V of his torso e
The only thing I could remember was the slam of the bedroom door and the sudden, sharp click of the lock. It felt pointed, like a needle piercing my resolve. I leaned back against the wood of the door, my chest heaving with ragged breaths. My skirt was twisted so high on my thigh it bunched up at my hips. My skin felt too tight, stretched over the frantic pulse of my veins. Joey’s words kept looping in my head, low and rough, taunting me. I've been real good for a long time, and I'm getting really tired of it. I couldn't breathe right. I couldn't even think. My mind was a complete and utter blank, filled only with the image of him. All I could do was just slide down the door until my ass hit the thick carpet. My knees fell open like they had a mind of their own, giving him an unobstructed view of everything I was doing to myself. I was soaked. Absolutely dripping. The fabric of my panties was clinging to my skin, dark and translucent against my heat. I reached down, my fingers







