Gold Digger Step Mom Part 4
That's
everything that's happened in the past few years. That's...well, my life, in a
nutshell. But that's not why you're here, is it? Let's get to the good stuff.
The
answer finally comes to me while I'm unpacking the groceries. I pull a cucumber
out of the bag and freeze for a moment as a soft twinge tingles my pussy. It
almost feels like I'm holding a cock in my hand - a cold, hard, smooth cock. I
squeeze it gently and moan as my imagination begins to run wild.
I'm
a lonely housewife sweeping my front steps when the grocery delivery boy
arrives. He's tall and strapping, and I can see the bulge in his tight jeans,
even though he's not hard. He wants me to sign the receipt. "I can do
that," I purr as I run my fingers over his crotch, "but I don't have
a pen... can I borrow yours?" He stammers in surprise, and I shush him
with a finger to his lips. "Don't worry, sweetie. Let me take care of
you."
I
press my lips to his and hungrily kiss him, sliding my tongue into his mouth.
He responds eagerly, kissing me back hard and dropping the clipboard to grab my
tits through my apron. He squeezes and pulls, finding my hardening nipples and
pinching them until I moan and gasp.
"Please,"
I whisper as I unbutton his jeans and jerk them to his knees. "Please,
baby, I need your cock so badly. Let me suck your cock." He nods as I pull
his cock free of his boxers and swirl my tongue around the tip. I don't even care
that I'm in the middle of my front yard and everyone around the block can see
me blowing this horny teenager. It excites me to let the world see what a slut
I am behind closed doors.
I
moan as a drop of precum drips from his slit. Mm, so salty and warm. It's my
favorite part of sucking a cock. I try to take my time, licking the underside
of the shaft and sucking on the head, but I can't wait any longer. I have to
have this cock! I shove it as deep into my throat as it will go, gagging at its
thickness and length. It's so thick it fills my entire mouth and I can't
breathe. I pull off long enough to take a quick gasp of air and dive right back
down again, sucking and licking and moaning with pleasure. I thrust my hand
into my panties, desperately fingering my pulsating hole. I need to get him
ready to fill me up with his cock, just a few more seconds and -
"Marsha?"
My
eyes snap open to see Greg, my stepson, standing in the door to the kitchen
with his backpack slung over his shoulder. I glance at the clock above the
kitchen door - it's two-thirty, the time he always comes home from his college
classes, and here I am in the middle of the kitchen. My blouse and bra are
pulled up and my large breasts are swinging freely, nipples engorged and bright
pink from the solid pinching I gave them. I'm on my knees on the hard linoleum
floor, my right hand is holding the cucumber shoved halfway down my throat, and
my left is under my skirt, my pantyhose, and my plain-jane panties with my
fingers deep inside my dripping pussy. I can feel my juices flowing down my
thighs, and the way his eyes are roaming my practically naked body, I know that
he can see it.
My
face flushes bright red. I jerk the cucumber out of my mouth and hurl it across
the room as I struggle to my feet, yanking down my shirt and pulling up my
panties and panty hose. "Greg - I - " He doesn't say a word, just
turns around and rush up the stairs to his room. Humiliated, I use some paper
towels to clean myself and the puddle I made on the floor and finish putting
away the groceries.
I
can't believe I got caught masturbating in front of my stepson. And in such a
humiliating way! I must have been moaning like a bitch in heat to even attract
his attention enough to make him come to the kitchen when he first walked in.
Oh god, how long had he been watching? How much did he see? Will he tell Mike?
What will my husband do when he finds out my stepson caught me on my knees
swallowing a cucumber and fingering myself to orgasm like some dirty little
slut?
I'm
still majorly turned on. I've only recently discovered my love of the risk of
getting caught, and then to actually get caught! Oh, I almost cum right here
and now. The realization that I got caught showing off my most private moments
sends my pussy twitching and aching for more. But I don't have time for this. I
have to go up and talk to Greg! I have to fix this before he tells his father!
With
a pounding heart, I trudge up the stairs. I pause when I get to his door to
smooth my hair and straighten my skirt. I must look like a nervous wreck. That
won't do. I'm a responsible stepmother, and a responsible stepmother exudes
confidence and authority. Taking a deep breath, I push open his door.
"Greg - "
Greg
is sprawled out on this bed, bookbag forgotten on the ground beside him. His
pants are shoved down to his ankles, and his hand is wrapped around the biggest
cock I have ever seen in my life. My eyes are drawn to it, entranced by the way
his knuckles gleam as he strokes up and down, squeezing at the tip. His hips
buck with every stroke. His mouth is open in a slight "o" - I can
hear his heavy, labored breathing. Precum gleams as it trickles down the head
of his cock and over his fingers; I realize I'm licking my lips and leaning
forward, swaying as if I'm drawn to it. "Oh yeah," he groans as he
begins to stroke faster. "Oh fuck yeah - "
I
close the door and lean on it, my knees weak. I can't believe it. Mere minutes
after seeing me masturbate, he's jerking off - was he that turned on by what he
saw? No, it can't be. Surely he was already horny when he got home and seeing
me gave him an excuse to escape to his room. No, he's not masturbating to me.
He can't be.
My
attention is drawn to my pussy tingling and twitching - my hand is back under
my skirt, frantically tickling my clit through my already soaked panties. Oh
god, what am I doing? I'm touching myself to the sight of my stepson jerking
his cock? It has to be because I'm still horny from earlier. I'm not turned on
by my stepson. I'm not!
Tobe Continue..............Part- 05
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