As the day went on and his step-mother’s appetite grew stronger, so did he. It was clear that she needed more than just a quickie in the shower; she craved the raw passion of intercourse. And while it made him feel guilty as hell, he couldn’t resist her advances any longer.
By early evening, they found themselves alone together in her bedroom – a room that had always been off-limits to him before now. His heart raced as he watched her undress slowly, revealing her voluptuous figure underneath. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, freeing her massive tits from their confines. His dick twitched at the sight of them, already leaking pre-cum.
“Do you want this?” she purred, running her hands over her ripe flesh. “Do you want your dirty little step-mommy’s titties all over your face?”
He nodded eagerly, unable to speak due to the lump forming in his throat. He took a tentative step towards her, reaching out to touch one of those succulent breasts. They felt even better than he remembered from sneaking peeks when he was younger. As he cupped them in his hands, she moaned softly, encouraging him further.
She pushed him backwards onto the bed until he was lying flat on his back, staring up at her. With a wicked grin, she climbed onto the mattress straddling him, taking his cock
in hand. She guided it towards her wet pussy mouth, positioning it at the entrance. Then, without warning, she lowered herself down onto it, engulfing him completely.
The sensation of being filled by his own step-mother was indescribable. Every nerve ending in his body lit up as she began riding him slowly but steadily. She leaned forward, bracing herself on shaky arms as she met his gaze. Their eyes locked together as they shared this forbidden moment.
“Fuck me,” she whispered harshly, her voice hoarse with desire. “Fuck your dirty old step-mommy like the slut she is.” Her dirty talk sent him over the edge.
“Oh god yes!” he moaned, losing himself in the pleasure she was giving him. He bucked his hips upward, meeting her thrusts with enthusiasm. She was a pro at riding him, bouncing up and down expertly.
Her massive tits swayed wildly with every movement, slapping against his chest as she leaned into him. He reached up, cupping one of those perfect orbs in his hands, massaging it gently as he watched her ride him.
She threw her head back in ecstasy, her long hair falling around her face like a veil. Her breathing became ragged, her moans more desperate. And then, without warning, she slammed down onto him one last time before crying out in sweet agony as her body convulsed around him.
As he felt her walls clench tightly around his cock, he could hold back no longer. With a roar, he exploded inside her, filling her up with his hot seed. She continued to ride him through his orgasm, taking him deeper and harder.
When he finally collapsed back onto the bed, spent and satisfied, she lowered herself to rest on top of him. Their combined body heat felt almost suffocating, but in the most incredible way possible.
They lay there together, panting heavily, basking in the afterglow of their illicit encounter. Neither of them spoke; there were no apologies or excuses needed. They simply enjoyed the moment, knowing that this was something they would never forget – nor would they ever be able to do again.