Step-mother and step-son, Mary closed the door to her bedroom and sat on the bed. ‘It so wasn’t fair,’ she thought to herself. Just nine months ago life was so good, but now she was alone again. A woman approaching 40 should not be alone.
Mary had gotten pregnant while still in college, and of course they got married right away. Edward dropped out of college and got a job to support her while she finished school and got her degree. By the time her son Wesley was two, she was working in the optics lab of a camera company, while Edward held a day job and went to school at night to complete his engineering degree. It was a struggle and by the time Wesley was eight, it all fell apart in a divorce.
After five years of being a single mother, Artur walked into her office at work and then into her life. He was a German immigrant, brought over by his parents around 1930 when they saw Hitler’s rise to power. They were of a more liberal mindset and could see that their way of thinking would not be welcome in their homeland and decided to leave. Artur grew up in the United States and even served with the Naval air units in the Pacific during World War II.
When Mary met him, he had just gone through his own divorce, and was also a single parent of a teenaged boy. After a year of dating, they married and consolidated their households into one house with 18 year Carsten, having just graduated high school, and 14 year old Wesley each having their own room. Each of the boys visited with their other parent on the weekend but lived in the home. Apparently the regular consummation of the marriage could be heard from the boys rooms as there were a few joking comments about Mary’s enthusiastic encouragement between the boys.
Then it all ended so suddenly: Artur was driving home in one of the frequent snowstorms that blow in off Lake Erie and was hit by a spinning vehicle. Trapped in the vehicle, he bled out through an unseen leg cut even as the firemen worked to extract him from the car. To know those three years of happiness and then have it ripped away seemed to Mary so unfair. That was nine moths ago and the sharp pain was now gone leaving just the emptiness in her life, like the emptiness of the bed. And for some reason tonight, she really felt the emptiness of her sex life. With Wesley out at his father’s and Carsten working until close at a local diner, the house would be empty until very late tonight.
As she pulled the sweater over her head she looked at herself in the mirror. She did not look too bad for late 30s, with fair skin and medium length blond hair. Her belly was a little soft and maybe her behind could use a bit of firming, but it did not show too much due to her very ample bosom. She was more of the curvy, fuller figured type of women than the slender women seen of television these days. As she slid her pants off and looked at herself in black lace bra and matching French cut panties, she remembered how Artur would respond to seeing her like this. And there was a stirring in her loins.
She dug down into her dresser drawer until she found the dildo she had purchased after her divorce when she was single and had no desire to date. It was still there, a lifelike eight inch circumcised cock with a handle at the bottom. Turning out the bedroom light, she opened the curtain so the streetlight shown into the room, then removed her underwear and lay down on the bed.
Mary settled against the pile of pillows at the head of the bed in a partway upright position and began by licking the long dildo as she gently caressed her huge breasts. After running her tongue around the rim of the rubber cockhead, she slowly opened her mouth and slid it between her lips. She felt her pussy start to soften and warm as it always did when she had a cock in her mouth. After a few thrusts into her mouth, she pulled it out and rubbed it across her hardening nipples. Placing it between her huge breasts, she pressed then together, wrapping the now warm rubber shaft like there was a man attached. She glanced in the mirror and could see herself; she always loved to look at herself during sex as it made her feel depraved and wonderful at the same time.
Relaxing, she eased the terrible toy down her body until the thick head was at the neglected opening of her vagina. With a gentle push, the rounded head of the dildo entered her pussy just a bit. She moaned loudly as the large rim of its ‘glans’ passed the stretched entrance of her cunt and shivers of pleasure ran up her spine. Closing her eyes, she started to push the shaft further inside her body with her hand.
The fingers of her other hand gently traced around each one of her great breasts, kneading the soft flesh. Then she gripped the nipple of her left breast between her thumb & finger, rolling it and pulling it. She reveled the way this dildo filled her. Mary’s hand went from squeezing her tits to rubbing her clit as her other hand thrust the plastic cock harder and faster. She rolled her hips up as she continued pumping her cunt, her toes curling as she approached a long delayed orgasm. She heard moaning in the room and realized that is was her own voice. Faster, and faster her fingers rubbed on her clit now; then suddenly the orgasm exploded inside her body.
“Oh God…” she said in a not-quite yell through clenched teeth. “Yes…yes…yessss.” Her body spasmed on the bed as the waves of her self-induced orgasm overcame her.
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Carsten pulled up in the driveway, unexpectedly free of work for the evening. Some idiot ran off the road and hit a power pole with two transformers on it knocking out power for three blocks. He figured he would take a quick shower to wash off the smell of fast food, then eat a snack while he finished the book that he had been reading.
Carsten was the picture of his German heritage: six foot two inches with bright blond hair and deep blue eyes. Although he preferred musical activities to athletic ones, his tall slender frame looked muscular without much effort. He missed his father but was glad he had made the decision to spend time away from school. He had not made that many friends in his college class so he did not feel he was missing out, and the one long term relationship had broken up just before his father died so there was nothing lost by pushing his graduation back one year.
The house looked dark as he walked up so he tried to be very quiet as he went in so he would not wake anyone up. He closed the front door behind himself and started up the stairs to the bathroom. As he reached the top, he heard a low, deep groan from the master bedroom which made him stop and listen more carefully. Was his step-mother crying? Or did she suddenly start dating and have someone over? As he looked at the door, he saw that it was only pushed closed but not latched. Hearing more moaning, he silently made his way to the door and very carefully eased it open a bit. With the door open about four inches, the street lights through the window gave him a clear view of the bedroom.
There was his step mother sort of lounging on the bed with her back supported on the pillows. Her legs were spread wide and she was pushing a dildo in and out of her cunt with one hand while her other hand was kneading one of her huge breasts. His eyes grew wide like saucers seeing the scene before him. He knew his dad thought of her as an incredibly sexy woman but Carsten’s preference had always been for more petit women. He watched for some time as his cock grew in his pants.
He knew he shouldn’t be watching this but he couldn’t take his eyes away as he carefully examined the scene. Her pussy was completely shaved below but had a full and thick growth of auburn pubic hair in a neat triangle above. The one tit overflowed her hand while the other big tit bounced on her chest to the rhythm of the dildo sliding in and out of her pussy.
“Oh God…” she said in a not-quite yell through clenched teeth. He watched as she finally started shaking and tightening up and he knew she was having an orgasm. “Yes…yes…yessss,” she yelled, her ass lifting off the floor as she arched her back and her whole body went stiff. Her orgasm ripped through her full body and then fell back onto the bed. Carsten stepped back quietly and slipped into his own room.
Turning on the small light next to his bed, he quickly shed his shoes and pants and lay on his bed, his thick cock pointing straight up. What he had just witnessed was better than any on-line porn; it was real and he had been right there. As he wrapped his hand around his cock, Carsten closed his eyes and recaptured the scene he just witnessed.
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Mary took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She slowly pulled the dildo out of her quim and set it carefully aside, then moved to the edge of the bed. As she stood she realized something in her room was different. Her door was ajar! She was sure she had closed it so maybe the heat had come on and blown it open. But there was a pale light in the hallway, so she silently wrapped herself in a robe and softly padded to the door.
Peeking out, she saw that the light came from Carsten’s room across the hall. His door was wide open but there was nothing but the closet in this end of the room as the neighboring bathroom created a sort of blind hallway entrance into his room. Carefully, Mary opened her bedroom door fully and crept towards his room. As she moved into the doorway and could see further into the room, she saw his pants on the floor. Some motion caught her eyes and she looked up at the mirror above his dresser and saw him on his bed.
She was surprised to see him gently stroking his erect penis while lay back on his bed. He was still wearing his work shirt but had his pants and underwear were laying on the floor. Surprisingly, Mary had never actually watched a man masturbating before, and it intrigued her. Even from her view in the mirror, she could tell that Carsten had an impressive penis, and it stood straight out from his body without curve or twist.
Mary watched intently as he pulled on his penis, stroking in up and down. Swollen with blood, the magnificent erection was sort of purple, slightly darker than her step-son’s normal Germanic pale complexion. It looked about 8 inches long and quite thick; almost the same size as his father, her late husband. It certainly was thicker than the toy she had just removed from her own pussy.
As she continued to watch, his hand moved up and down faster, and she saw his legs stiffen and his toes curl. She knew he was close and felt riveted to this spot.
“Oh fuck…Mary,” he grunted, scaring her for just a moment. But then Carsten’s whole body convulsed one time and he arched his hips forward. She watched in wonder as her step-son began to ejaculate, shooting thick string of semen up 5 or 6 inches before landing on his shirt. He squeezed his cock with his fist and a second and third squirt of cum came out and dribbled down over his fist. Then with a deep sigh, Carsten released his cock and sunk into his bed panting and sated.
Mary carefully eased back across the hall into her own room, moving slowly and carefully so as not to make a sound, she eased herself down onto her bed and lay there, her mind in turmoil at what she just observed.
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The next day at work, Mary was distracted and quiet as she tried to process what had happened last night. She tried to dismiss it as an unfortunate mistake and a young man’s hormones, but then the image of Carsten’s thick cock shooting cum into the air popped into her brain and she lost control. By the time her afternoon break came around, she caught herself inching down there. A quick feel and she found that her pants were moist between her legs. She made a quick exit to the bathroom and moved into a stall.
She pulled her slacks and panties down and, seating herself on the toilet, opened her purse in search of her emergency mini-pad to line her panties with. She tore the package open and placed the pad into the crotch of her panties. She was not due for a period for at least three weeks, so curious and what was going on, she rubbed two fingers across her labia and brought them to her nose.
Her nostrils flared at the musky smell of her own arousal and, after carefully listening to see if anyone was in the rest room, she brought the fingers to her lips. The sweet and salty taste of her own pussy caused a bolt of energy in her belly. With her mind nearly in a dream state, her fingers found their way back down to her labia, where she began to explore and rub the swollen parts of her sex. Within moments she had two fingers inside her cunt while her thumb caressed her clit, bringing herself off in a quiet orgasm while she pictured that big cock from last night.
She left the bathroom with her clothes composed, but her skin flushed with excitement and embarrassment. When her co-workers noticed and asked if she was alright, she admitted not feeling well and begged off the rest of the afternoon, leaving work and heading towards home. By the time she had driven to the house, she had decided what to do about the problem. Of course, she could not execute her plan with her own son in the house, but she could work around his schedule. As a side thought, she wondered what his prick looked like too, but dismissed the thought as too wicked. Such thoughts about her step-son were bad enough.
…..
The next morning, she dressed in as short and tight a skirt as the business dress code would allow and a too tight blouse that she would cover with a sweater at work. Underneath she wore a black lace bra that barely contained her tits but clearly showed through the blouse, a matching lace thing, back-seamed pantyhose to ensure the skirt was smooth on her skin. To complete the image, she wore 3 inch heels that lifted her ass and minimized her mature tummy bulge. She would change shoes before she left.
Waiting for Wes to leave for school, Mary collected all she needed for work and took it to her car in the garage, where she grabbed the empty laundry basket and when back upstairs. She grabbed a few dirty items from Wes’ room and her own, then moved to the door of Carsten’s room. After smoothing her skirt and making one final adjustment to the blouse, she knocked on the door.
“Carsten, ” She called. “Can I come in and get your laundry?” She heard a sleepy “OK” and opened the door and breezed in. Quickly scanning the room, she saw his normal pile of a couple of item next to his closet and also two socks in the middle of the floor. She looked over to Carsten and he eyes were open but the covers were pulled up to his chest.
“I’m sorry to wake you but I want to start a load of laundry before I left for work,” she said airily. “I’ll just be a minute.” She dropped the basket and carefully facing away from his bed, she bent down and picked up the pile of clothes near the closet. She knew he was getting the full view of her ass, so she dropped one item and had to grab for it again before she stood up.
“I’ll grab these socks too,” she said as she turned toward Carsten. She bent over forwards ensuring that the opening in her blouse was directly facing him. When she repeated this for the second sock, she thought she heard a moan from him.
“Thank you,” she said cheerily as she tossed it all in the basket and slipped quickly out of the room, closing the door behind her. ‘And so it begins” she thought to herself. ‘How long will he last?’
That night, she went to bed early and set her alarm for one o’clock, about the time Carsten gets home from work. When the alarm woke her, she softly went to her door and peeked out to ensure Wes was in his room with the door closed. Leaving her door open a crack, she laid back down and arranged herself on the bed so her stepson would see more that he should again. She heard his car door close outside and closed her eyes to feign sleep.
Carsten closed the front door quietly and took a deep breath. He went to the kitchen for a snack and thought of how life had changed in the past few days. He had never been into mature women, and never had a think for his mother. But what he had seen of Mary in the last few days had his mind all confused. After all, she was his dad’s widow, even if she was much younger than his dad. Now just the thought of her brought him to semi-hardness. He shook his head to clear it and headed up the stairs. At the top, he saw that Mary’s door was ajar again, and without hesitation, he moved to the door and peeked in. He saw her on the bed uncovered, lying on her right side. The platinum blond hair was spread over the pillow and also covered her eyes and part of her face. Her sheer nightie was hiked all the way up to where Mary’s thighs flowed gracefully into her rounded hip. Her left leg was bent at the knee and the thighs were spread enough to barely show the folds of her labia. Her full white butt was fully lit by the light from the street.
Carsten stood transfixed, his hand slowly moving towards his crotch as he stood there looking at his step-mother’s nudity. Although covered by the sheer nightie, he could see the shadows outlining her huge left breast as it rested on the mound flesh of the right. And the fabric was tented over the large erect nipple, which caused him to squeeze is cock through his pants. He turned away and quickly made his way to the bathroom.
Mary heard him close the bathroom door and opened her eyes fully. She was hoping her would jerk off right there at the door but she heard the show start and realized he would finish in the shower. She thought of all that cum going down the drain, and shook her head at the waste. She needed to do more to bring this to a head.
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Saturday was the day. Mary had continued to tease Carsten for the last few days, wearing outfits that would make a 90-year old take notice. He was not working today so would be home all day and night. On the other hand, Wes would be with his dad the whole weekend so she could complete her seduction of her own step-son. She was up early Saturday morning and had breakfast ready when her son came down the stairs.
“Morning, Mom,” he said as he walked into the kitchen. She was dressed in loose fitting sweatpants and an oversized dark tee-shirt, with some slippers on. She was just putting two plates on the kitchen table.
“Morning, baby,” she said with a smile. She reached over and hugged him lightly. “I made breakfast for you. Just sit down and you’ll have it in a moment.” When she brought the food over, they both sat and ate. They talked about his school work, and what he would be doing with his dad this weekend. A horn sounded out front and Wes grabbed his weekend bag, gave his mother a fast kiss on the cheek, and raced out the door. She moved to a window to ensure that they pulled out and left the driveway. Then she went to the kitchen and cleaned up the breakfast dishes, giving her ex time enough that they would not turn back for any forgotten items.
She went to her bedroom and removed the tee-shirt and sweat pants, unveiling a black satin corset hidden underneath. She lifted each of her large breasts in turn, folding the full cup in half to become a shelf, so her tan areolas and large nipples would be exposed. She slipped her feet into some four-inch, stiletto-heeled sandals and strapped them around her feet. She checked herself in the mirror, ensuring that the six garters linked to her sheer stocking were not twisted and where even across her ass and thighs. She brushed her hair one last time, then applied a dab of perfume to her cleavage, just above her pubic hair, and at the top of her but crack. Then she walked across the hall to Carsten’s room.
Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked into the room. Standing in the middle of the room, she surveyed his sleeping form. His longish blond hair covered part of his face as he lay sleeping. The single sheet covered him from waist down, so his muscular chest was exposed, covered with sparse blond hair. Farther down, she could see a long bulge that must be his morning wood. She already new it was large and wondered if it was as big, or even bigger, than his father’s cock that had brought her much pleasure in their short marriage.
“Carsten, “she called softly. “Can you wake up?” He stirred in the bed and she repeated the call. He opened his eyes, blinked, and then reopened his eyes wide in amazement.
“Mary!” he exclaimed. “What are you doing?”
“I think it is time to stop pretending,” she said softly, as she moved a little closer to the bed. “I know you have been watching me. And I have needs too. I just want to find someone who can take care of those needs.”
“But you’re my Dad’s wife,” he stated, stalling for time while he processed this in his mind. His eyes were checking her out and his penis twitched under the sheet.
“Widow,” she corrected. “I loved your father, but he has been gone for a while now. I have needs that he met but his death left a big emptiness in my life. I am not ready to date, but I really need some sex. Can’t you help a girl out?”
Carsten smiled at her, then removed the sheet and stood up, his now hard cock bouncing as it stuck straight out at her. His decision made, he walked up to her until he was just inches from her body. He could smell her perfume, and a hint of what must be her wet sex below. He reached out and palmed one of her magnificent breasts, felling the hard nipple against the palm of his hand as his fingers pressed into the soft flesh.
Mary gasped at the touch, then whispered “Oh yes! Please Carsten, fuck me…make love to me!”
. “All in good time, Mary,” Carsten said as he grinned down at her. He put his hands on her waist and turned her around, guiding her to sit on the edge of his bed. Because of his height, his bed was high off the ground, and her feet just barely touched the floor. She expected him to lay her back and then drive his cock into her, but he quickly knelt down between her legs and plunged his face between her big thighs, clamping his mouth over her wet cunt.
Before she could catch her breath, Carsten’s tongue ran across her labia and then slit them, sending a convulsion of orgasmic pleasure through her body. Her step-son slipped his tongue up and down her swollen pussy lips before plunging deep into Mary’s wet and steamy cunt. She was amazed at skill he showed as he teased her, savoring the flavors in his mouth. With flawless skill, he closed his lips around her engorged clitoris and gently sucked on it while his tongue swirled around and around.
Mary leaned back on her hand and thrust her voracious cunt forward, trying to get her step-son’s oral member even deeper within her own vagina. That work in concert with Carsten’s strong hands as they gripped her hips and pulled her firmly against his ravenous mouth.
“Oh shit!” she squealed as his tongue explored her sex, plunging deep within the folds of her vagina one instant and traveling along her labia the next. “Oh, baby! You’re going make me cum if you keep doing this!”
This seemed to drive Carsten into even more action, and he again changed his assault to her clitoris, his oral member tormenting her flesh, pressing and rubbing…doing things she had never experienced before. She had a fleeting out of body thought, wondering where he had learned such skills; then the moment overcame her. Mary’s entire body became stiff as blasts of electrical pleasure exploded inside her. She howled unintelligible words her first orgasm made her into a quivering mound of flesh. Carsten continued his oral pleasure as she came over and over. Finally she pushed his head away and laid back on the bed, quivering as the orgasms continued to abuse her body.
“Oh God,” she gasped with tears in her eyes. “Please stop and let me catch my breath.” He grinned down at her, knowing this was his moment of conquest.
“Mary…you ain’t seen nothing yet!” he growled. Without another word, he climbed on the bed and reached out to lay her on her back and spread her legs. He moved over her and as he descended, Carsten guided his prick towards her pussy. He shifted upwards and in one incredibly hard thrust, Mary felt her step-son’s massive cock drive fully into her body. Even as aroused and wet as she was, she was truly amazed how easily it went in. It seemed bigger than she had ever felt before, stretching her insides just shirt of pain, but definitely as big as she had ever experienced. She reached down and felt that his shaft was only half in her yet she felt completely filled already. Relentlessly, Caesten slowly started thrusting in and out, continuing to feed more of his cock into her.
“Oh fuck!” she cried as her step-son’s penis pressed into previously unreached ground. It confirmed that he was even larger than his father as the thick shaft went deeper into quim than anyone had ever gone before. It stretched the walls of her vagina like a hot steel rod and she exploded in another incredible orgasm. Lights seemed to explode behind her closed eyelids even as her entire body burned with an orgasmic fire, consuming her with pleasure. Carsten paused as her body twisted and spasmed below him.
When she recovered, she humped up at him and he pushed up again until his cock was completely buried in her and his balls pressed against her skin. She had no idea how big it actually was but that her own step-son’s gloriously thick cock meat was stuffed completely inside her pussy was so depraved and exciting, she shivered. Carsten bent forward and took her right nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting the swollen nipple, then letting his tongue circle around it.
“More,” she growled even as she thrust herself up against him. “Fuck the shit out of me.” Mary wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled herself even harder against him, forcing his cock a tad bit deeper into her womb. Even as he started to move, the pleasure was so great that she orgasmed again simply from the feeling of having her pussy packed so full of a cock she should not have. Though not really incest, it was definitely something wrong and immoral, which added to the pleasure. Carsten placed his hands on the bed just above her shoulders and began to slowly piston his cock in and out. The movement was so slow and deliberate, with about five inches of thick dick sliding back and forth through her distended pussy lips. With every outward movement of the thick shaft, her body felt the emptiness and unconsciously thrust towards his cock, trying to reclaim all of that wonderful phallus.
“Fuck me, Carsten,” she moaned between orgasmic spasms. “Give me all of it…fuck me with your big cock!” Even as she said this, her heels dug into his ass urging him to plow his rod deeper into her womb. Then Carsten finally spoke.
“You…are…so…fucking…tight!” he grunted emphasizing each word with a sudden jab with his pelvis, again burying all of his stiff meat inside her cunt. His balls rested against her flesh as he ground himself against her twat. Then he started to really fuck her, changing rhythm and angle so it was never the same for too long.
To Mary, it seemed to go on and on as they fucked. Never before had she experienced something like this as Carsten plunged his wonderful cock in and out of his step-mother’s hungry body. Over and over she had an ongoing flow of tiny little orgasms as his efforts continued to build and build, allowing his own pleasure to grow and grow until finally he thrust himself as deep as he could.
“OH fuck, “he growled. “Gonna’ cum…now!” With one last deep thrust, he exploded inside her cunt. Mary screamed as his cock erupted in incredible bursts of his white hot, creamy semen bathing her womb. The orgasm was like a detonation in her belly, even after all the others, and she was overcome with immeasurable waves of sexual sensations beyond anything she had ever encountered before
Mary was in another world as the climax reached its zenith and then faded to a series of lessening peaks, her abdominal muscles clamping around Carsten’s huge dick each time. The world spun around in the room and Mary felt dizzy and faint, shuddering repeatedly as she settled down. At some point there was a huge sigh of pleasure and then the room faded away as she lost consciousness.
She awoke in the full light of late morning and for a moment was lost until she recognized she was in Cartsen’s room. They were now lying in his bed, her still in the black corset on top of his naked, sweaty body. She felt that tired, yet wonderfully fulfilled feeling that only comes from a truly great fucking. As she puzzled on how her step-son had rolled then over and she was lying on top of his strong body. As she became more aware of where she was, part of that exploration also allowed her to feel deflated, but still a considerable amount of cock-flesh under her.
At first she just laid there, enjoying the fact that she had just seduced her dead husband’s well endowed son. And it had resulted in one of the greatest fucks Mary had ever experienced in her life. That though developed into wanting even more…she wanted to taste Carsten’s cock too.
She slowly eased her body off of his and slithered down the bed until she could take her step-son’s flaccid penis in her mouth. It was sticky with the mixture her own pussy juice and Carsten’s semen, and the pubic hair above was matted with their juices as well. She started to lick her step-son’s shaft, relishing the taste of the combined fluids left there. Mary had always enjoyed post-sex clean-up and found the flavor was delicious and very stimulating. She ran her mouth up and down the length of his think man-meat, sliding her tongue over the crown of his penis until he began to harden. As she felt the response, she sucked him harder, taking him fully in her mouth as desire built between her legs for this fine dick to return.
Carsten opened his eyes and immediately groaned “Mary…oh shit can you suck!” Mary continued for a few moments, torn between the desire to taste his cum and the desire in her pussy but her pussy could not be deprived of its need.
“I need you, Carsten,” she panted as she rose up and straddled her own step-son. “You fucked me so well before…now it’s my turn to fuck you!” She landed her leg next to his hip and slowly lowered her well fucked hole onto his hard cock. When the cockhead slipped through the entrance, slowed even more, relishing every inch of stretch as his wide glans rubbed the sides of her tunnel.
She moans and groans grew louder as she slid down his long pole until she orgasmed when her clitoris pressed against his pubic hair. She had his entire prick inside her but could do nothing except shiver and convulse as her cunt spasmed in orgasm and her juices flowed out, running down around the root of his penis.
When that first orgasm passed, she leaned forward on her hands, resting and trying to catch her breath. That placed her huge breasts right in Carsten’s face and he began to nurse on one, lifting the other with his hand to knead the pliant flesh. She rested there for a time, reveling in his attention to her breast, but finally she sat up again, pushing herself down to get every inch of cock back into her womb. With her massive tit deigned to his mouth, Carsten used both hands to roam over her massive bosom, lifting and squeezing them while his fingers pulled and teased her big nipples.
Carsten began to move his hips in response to the grinding motion that Mary pressed down onto him with. He had been quiet during the first round but now seemed to shift into another mode, forcing her to realize the depravity of her actions while he moved his hips in a motion that stirred her insides.
“Do you like fucking your own step-son?” he taunted.
“Yes,” she panted. “I want your cock deep inside me.” She grinned lustily as she felt his penis twitch inside her. Her grinding motion changed to more up and down as she really started to use his big shaft to fuck herself.
“So I’m a step-mother fucker?” he said with a smile. “I’m fucking my dad’s wife now! What kind of a slut are you?”
“I’m your slut!” she said fiercely. “My pussy is yours as long as you want it. My mouth too.” Being called a slut and that realization of incest was turning her on even more. Although Carsten was trying to be a patient lover, Mary had her own agenda and was building towards another climax very quickly. As she slid up and down his huge dick, she started another orgasm, arching her back as her body spasmed in rapturous pleasure. She screamed as her body was ravaged by wave after wave of muscle contractions caused by the incredible sensations washing through her body.
“Damn,” was all Carsten was able to yell as is ability to hold back was destroyed by her incredible orgasm. He thrust up hard and gave his step-mother another load of thick, hot semen in her womb. Each time his cock twitched a shot more cum into her body, her muscles contracted around his shaft again, milking him for every sweet drop. This of course, caused his to shoot again and the cycle repeated itself over and over until she collapsed on to the bed, half on him and half next to him. He held her shuddering body until they both fell asleep, her cunt stuffed with his cock.
Later she awoke, her empty stomach and full bladder screaming for attention. She tried to extract herself from Carsten’s body but he woke up also.
“Honey, ” she said softly. “I need to pee, I need to eat, and I think I need a shower before that.”
“Can we shower together?” he asked with a devilish grin.
“Not this time,” she said, caressing his chest hair as she rose from the bed. “My body requires a little recovery time after what you did to me already today. You go back to sleep for a while and when you get up and shower, we can talk.”
“Just talk?” he asked as he reached up and palmed a breast again. She leaned into his hand and sighed, then pulled away.
“Well, we’ll talk,” she told him. “Then we can play some more.” He eased back down to the bed and she went to her room. She struggled to remove the corset, then started to remove the stockings, but they were covered with the combined orgasmic juices from their sex. She decided to just wear them into the shower and get the rinsed off before removing them.
There was a full length mirror in the bathroom Mary stood in front of it and examined herself. It was not the same woman she had seen over the last few months but a new person. Her pubic hairs and thighs were covered with dried cum while her tits and neck were red and flush from all the attention. She grinned back at the brazen slut looking at her in mirror. She lifted and squeezed her breast and inspected what they looked like all pushed up, with the hard swollen nipples protruding from her dark areolas. As she caressed them, her tits seemed more sensitive than before and soon her nervous system was energized with a sexual vigor which focused itself at her clitoris.
She released her tits and turned the water on and as soon as it was warm enough, she stepped into the shower. Then she finally relaxed and let her urine flow out, coloring the water at her feet bright yellow. Once her legs were rinsed off, she removed the stockings and hung them over the shower pipe. She spent quite a long time in the shower, carefully washing every bit of her body. She had to cover her clit from the shower spray while rinsing as it was still too sensitive. Her last act was to fill her douche from the showerhead and rinse her vagina. That finished, she turned off the water and stepped out, drying herself off and moved to her closet.
She thought carefully about what to wear. It was middle of the day so neighbors and passers-by could potentially see in the windows, but she wanted to be sexy and accessible to Carsten when he did get up. She settled on a front clasp bra for ease of removal, and then put on a peach sleeveless sundress that buttoned down the front. She unbuttoned the top until it opened to just above the bra, and unbuttoned the bottom to mid-thigh.
Starving, she went down to the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator. She decided on a big breakfast, and pulled everything she would need from the refrigerator. She started with the potato pancakes (to be served with applesauce), and then cooked some hickory smoked bacon and some maple sausage. The smell woke Carsten and he came down the stairs right from the bed.
“Go take a shower!” Mary directed.
“But I’m hungry and it smells so good,” he whined, imitating a little boy. Mary pointed her spatula at him and waved it in front of his nose.
“You will not eat at my table smelling…like you do,” she told him. “Also, we do not eat out food totally naked. You have time so go showed and put something on before you come back down. Besides, the neighbors might see.” Carsten ran back up the stairs and jumped in the shower.
When he returned, in boxer shorts and nothing else, she had the table laid out with potato pancakes, crisp bacon, nicely browned sausage links, flaky biscuits, some ripe cantaloupe, and all the condiments. Mary shook her head at his “clothing.”
“You are a smart ass wearing just boxers,” she scolded.
“And you’re dressed any better, ” he replied. He reached out and grabbed her ass through the thin fabric of her dress. She wiggled away.
“Not now. I’m hungry.” She motioned him to the table and sat across from him. They were both silent for a while, filling themselves with food to replenish their depleted bodies. As they slowed down, it was Mary that spoke first.
“Wes can’t know,” she said cautiously.
“I understand,” he nodded. “But with my work schedule and your work schedule, it will be difficult.”
“You can sneek into my room when you come home,” she proposed. “He should be asleep by then.”
“And you won’t wake him up with your screaming?” he said with a smile. She turned red in embarrassment.
“I can be quiet,” she answered defensively. Carsten just laughed and shook his head. “What if I come into your room after he leaves in the mornings? You have such a hard cock in the morning.”
“If you want, I could accommodate that,” he said with an assured grin. “Are you done?” She nodded yes and he rose and started putting away the food. She picked up the dishes and moved them to the sink for rinsing. When the kitchen was cleared, he moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her to grab her breasts as he pressed his hips into her rear.
“Can I have dessert now?” he whispered lecherously.
“Why what do you have in mind?” she moaned. Carsten stepped back took her by waist, turning her so her back was facing the kitchen counter. He lifted her up and sat her on the counter. Watching her eyes, he moved his hands down the front of her dress, and started to unbutton more of the buttons fro the bottom up until it was open to her waist. Her step-son looked at her position on the counter, then pulled her a bit forward and spread her legs more. Her pussy was now at the edge of the counter and in full view, with the soft folds of her labia open and her clitoris exposed just above. Carsten lowered his face to get a closer look at the great visual exhibit. He inhaled deeply, slowly breathing in the heady scent of his step-mother’s cunt.
He lowered himself to his knees so his head was even with her slipper opening. His wet tongue passed through her pubic region, gently licking the juices off her nether lips. He carefully avoided moving his tongue into her slit, building the anticipation and making her groan. He paused to explore her inner thighs, kissing and nibbling each in turn. Still he avoided both her inner pussy and her clit, prolonging her tension and causing her juices to flow from her cunt.
When his tongue finally moved between her inflamed pussy lips, she was crazy with anticipation. He lightly ran his tongue down the length of her slit, taking pleasure in the sweet flavor and her wonderful moans of desire. He responded by increasing the tempo of tongue movements, licking her cunt vigorously. Extending his vertical stroke, his tongue now traveled higher up, touching her love bud each time to send further tremors of powerful sexual energy through her body. When her took her clit was between his lips and sucked on it, she threw her head back and screamed. He continued sucking on her clit and added two long fingers inside her love canal. The sudden penetration of her cunt was more intense pleasure and she screamed again.
Oh fuck!” she yelled, her body responding without conscious thought as her hips rolled up to meet his thrusting fingers. The orgasm took her and he wiggled and shook as her body responded to the overwhelming pleasure she was getting.
Even as she shook from her climax, Carsten changed tactics. Her removed his fingers from her pussy and grabbed her feet and placed them on his shoulders. This rolled her hips back and up. His tongue left her clitoris and travelled down across her juicy labia, collecting the fresh juices there. Continuing down, he licked the soft ridge below her pussy. Mary’s orgasm clouded her awareness until his tongue started probing into her anus.
“Oh God!” She howled at this unexpected but not unwelcome stimulation. Still reeling from her orgasm, she realized what he was doing. The idea of any sexual play involving her was morally repulsive to her but her puckered hole seemed to have a way of overruling that concept. She tried to hide it but whenever she got to a highly aroused state, her asshole became hot and tingly as was the case now. She mostly hid it from her now dead husband because he was so big she feared what anal intercourse would do to her rectum. She felt the same fear with Carsten as he was even bigger but right now her extraordinarily responsive little asshole was getting attention.
She reached down and grabbed her thighs, pulling them back and opening her ass up to more of his face. He pushed fiercely into the tight asshole trying to get his tongue into opening. She felt her sphincter open up a little to have room for the tip of his tongue. The tightness of her anal muscles resisted as her shithole had not been used for sex in a few years and was nearly a virgin ass for sexual purposes.
With incredible patience, the step-son kept licking and poking at her back door, thrilling her and pushing her towards another wonderful orgasm. When his hand reached up and pressed down onto her pubic mound, she knew it was coming soon. He pressed his thumb down on her clit and her body jerked in response, which was enough for him to jam his tongue into her ass as deep as it would reach. She felt his lips hard against her anus, his tongue wiggling inside her sphincter and his thumb on her clit. She opened her eyes for a second and saw his head between her thighs in her kitchen in the middle of the day. The total depravity of the situation overwhelmed her and she screamed as her body was totally swamped by the most mind-blowing orgasm.
“AHHHH SHIT!” she yelled. “OHHH GOD YES-YES-YES!” Carsten had to pull back from her and quickly stand up to keep her from falling off the counter and she thrashed about. It was a few moments before she recovered and was back to something like normal; except there was nothing normal about the son of your recently dead husband eating you to orgasm in the kitchen in the middle of the day. And yet she found she could not stop.
Animalistic fervor took her mind, removing all remaining thoughts of indignity. She slid off the counter and found her legs wobbly as Carsten held her steady. She pushed him back a bit and sank to her knees in front of him, her face in front of his loose boxer shorts. Without coherent thought or plan, she pulled down his boxers, releasing his large cock so it jutted out at her. Then suddenly she had her step-son’s thick cock in her mouth. She slowly slid her lips over the bulbous head, then started working inch after inch of his shaft into her mouth. She only stopped when she felt it touch her throat, nearly causing her to gag. Then Mary began sucking the prick with exceptional vigor, her eyes closed.
Carsten groaned and reached out to a chair to support himself, not trusting his own legs. His step-mother sucked the delicious cock with more intensity, shocking herself with her enthusiasm suck the cum right out of his prick. She actually forced her lips further into his hairy crotch, gagging herself in an attempt to envelope all of his cock meat. The huge prick responded to her by growing even bigger and stiffer. The cock knob puffed up obscenely, pulsating on the roof of her mouth.
“Mmuugglll,” Mary gurgled, the lewd sounds of her cock sucking filling the kitchen. Passionately she mover her head up and down, fucking her mouth with the young man’s thick meat. Her fingers wrapped around the root of his cock and she started jacking his prick slow and hard as she sucked the swollen end, swirling her tongue in and tasting the salty pre-cum as it ooze out of his aching prick.
“Damn Mary, you are one great cocksucker!” Carsten groaned. “I’m real close to cumming!” He was not sure if she wanted his sperm in her mouth or not and wanted to warn her. But the warning was music to her ears and she began sucking his shaft even harder, her lips making disgusting slurping noises when they broke seal cum-laden rod. Her fist moved faster now, rubbing up and down on the section of his hard-on that would not fit in her mouth. She seemed frantic to get a load of cream out of his cock.
“Cumming…Now…now,” he bellowed, thrusting his hips forward and forcing his cock another inch between her lips. Mary started to gag, but as she eased back, her frantic cock sucking efforts were rewarded with a gush of spunk from his swollen penis. It was not a huge amount but for his third orgasm this morning there was enough.
The semen squirting on her tonsils she quickly swallowed it down her throat. She clutched the enormous cock in hand, wanting a taste of her young lover’s fluid. The mother-slut stayed on her knees before him, jacking and swallowing every droplet of salty cum from the tip of his cock meat.
In the 20 seconds that seemed like forever for him, his orgasm eased. His heavy breasted, blonde step-mother eased back and raised her head from his crotch to look up at him. The woman had a dazed and horny look to her face as she ran her tongue around her mouth. Mary was breathing hard as she smiled up at him and put her hand out for help to her feet. Her pussy felt wet all over again as she wondered how many times she could get him hard again. Mary’s pussy jumped as she pictured the huge, fat meat plowing into her hairy cunt once more, ramming deeply in and out of her. She took his hand and lead him up the stairs…to her room…and her bed.
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