#stepmon

By Flora Philips

Sarah smoothed down the hem of her plaid mini-skirt, the white fabric of her tied-up blouse pressing snugly against her chest. She took the final step down from the staircase into the living room, and her pace faltered. Waiting by the door were two figures in identical red and blue spandex Spider-Man costumes, their forms almost perfectly mirrored in the dim light.

One was slightly taller and broader, his muscular frame filling out the suit with a youthful power. The other was a couple of inches shorter, with the lean, wiry build of a dedicated swimmer. It was this height difference that allowed Sarah to immediately identify Bill, her husband. She glanced at the taller figure, her stepson Billy, a flicker of amusement passing through her.

A wicked impulse struck her. She sauntered directly up to the taller, more imposing figure, fully intending to tease her husband for letting his son upstage him. "Well, well, dear," she purred, stepping close and letting her hand drift down his back to firmly cup his firm, muscular ass. "I see you decided to wear the padded version this year. Very impressive." She gave his taut muscle a playful squeeze.

The man under her hand tensed instantly, his posture stiffening in surprise. From her other side, a familiar, deeper voice chuckled. "That's not me, Sarah." The shorter figure stepped forward, his swimmer's build unmistakable. "That's my boy."

A laugh escaped Sarah's lips as she turned to face her actual husband, Bill. She glanced back at Billy, whose posture had become ramrod straight, his weight shifting awkwardly. In the low light, she couldn't help but notice the distinct, prominent bulge that had formed at the front of her stepson's tights, a reaction far more immediate and impressive than the one her husband was currently sporting. She filed that information away with a private, triumphant smile.

Hours later at the party, a familiar irritation simmered beneath her skin. Bill was in his element, the charming center of a rotating group of women in various costumes. Sarah watched him lean in close to a Catwoman, his hand brushing her ass as he made her laugh. Usually, she enjoyed watching him command a group of women; it was a testament to his desirability, which in turn made him more desirable to her. But tonight, it felt like a deliberate snub. He hadn't so much as glanced her way in over an hour.

Her eyes scanned the room, landing on the familiar red and blue suit. Billy was by the snack table, and then he turned, disappearing into the hallway that led to the kitchen. An idea, sharp and wicked, pierced through her annoyance. She followed, her heels clicking softly on the wooden floor until she saw him reach for the pantry door.

As he opened it, she was behind him, using her momentum to push him inside. The small space went dark as the door clicked shut behind them. Billy stumbled forward against the shelves, turning in the cramped darkness.

"Jesus! What the hell?" his voice was a low whisper, muffled by the mask.

Sarah didn't answer. She simply dropped to her knees on the cool linoleum floor, her hands finding the waistband of his suit. She yanked it down just enough to free him. His cock, already hard from her unexpected advance, sprang into her hands. It was thick, hot, and undeniably larger than her husband's. She wasted no time, taking him into her mouth and swallowing him deep, her tongue swirling around the head. He tasted of clean, youthful skin and raw arousal.

Billy let out a choked gasp, his body rigid with shock. He braced a hand against the pantry shelf, the other flying to her hair, his gloved fingers tangling in the strands. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice strained as she began to move, taking him with a practiced rhythm that was both familiar and entirely new to him. His mind raced, conflicted because this was his stepmother, but overwhelmed by the intense pleasure she was so expertly delivering. She moaned around his length, the vibrations making his hips jerk.

She pulled back with a wet sound, her pulse hammering in her ears. Without a word, she rose to her feet and turned, pressing her hands against the shelves. With one hand, she flipped up the back of her pleated skirt, exposing her bare ass. She looked over her shoulder with a smile, "Take me, Bill," she commanded, her voice a husky whisper.

It was all the encouragement he needed. Billy gripped her hips, his muscular thighs pressing against the backs of hers, and slammed into her with a force that stole her breath. The sheer size of him, the youthful energy behind his thrusts, sent a jolt of pure ecstasy through her body. He wasn't holding back, each powerful stroke hitting deeper than his father ever could. His gloved hands tightened on her hips, pulling her back to meet his frantic rhythm, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the small, dark space.

He drove into her relentlessly, a raw, primal energy that made her toes curl in her heels. She felt his muscles straining against her, a testament to a younger, more vigorous body. She could feel his own climax building, his thrusts becoming erratic. He threw his head back and with a sharp guttural sound released a flood inside her

Suddenly, she pulled away from him, leaving him panting and confused in the darkness. She turned, her hands finding the bottom edge of his mask. She flipped it up, exposing his mouth and chin. Before he could speak, she crushed her lips to his in a deep, demanding kiss, tasting herself and him in a heady mix. His lips were softer than she'd imagined.

When she finally broke the kiss, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "Hope we can do this again sometime, Billy."

The adult industry isn’t easy to pin down. It covers everything from adult films to clubs, and there’s no shortage of opinions about it.

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All things considered porn remains a needed resource where many find comfort and employs many others...

Nowadays it's kinda hard to find a good free adult website that isn't ridden with annoying ads and has all the perks that you get when you pay a subscription- one category that many like is stepmom videos it offers a nice perspective into a world of sexual fantasies that one wishes could become reality, i mean doesn't wanna bang their hot stepmom?

Truth is that category is very well liked among others similar but there is no shame in that, milfs are sexy right? women age like fine wine and is only natural that males are attracted to experienced sex driven milfs that want to be fucked any day of the week.

I remember my first experience with a cougar in my very early 20's i was so inexperienced and naïve it took me a second to realize this milf wanted me to spread her legs.

She had just moved to the neighborhood single mom that had just gone through divorce and was desperate for dick! always looking for an excuse to be alone with me, and I was just offering a helping hand.

I was still living with my mom at the time rough times... so it was a nice break when she showed up at that moment in my life, she would visit regularly come to the door in tight mini skirts hoping i answer the door.

A few times i thought she was going on a date or something so i didn't pay much attention until I realized she was dressing for me!

One night she got a babysitter and ask me to go help her with something outside town, it was just an excuse to be alone with me, we didn't even make it to the gas station when I was balls deep in that milf pussy let me tell you it was the experience I've ever had!!

She was a mom and older than me but I've never felt a pussy so tight for a woman of that age i guess she must've been really aroused that night because the grip that kitty had on my dick haven't experienced anything like that since then.