Pamela James - Loving stepmother

It seemed to Barb like hours had passed before Mathew finally shot his cum wads into her asshole. And when he did everything seemed to come together and the three writhing bodies experienced pleasure together.

Afterward, they were too weak to move a muscle.

"It's getting late," Mathew said, breaking the silence. He didn't want to leave.

"I better drive you home," Kathy suggested.

"I'll go too," Barb said.

They got up off the bed and Kathy started to dress. Barb and Mathew went back downstairs where their clothes lay scattered around the living room floor. Before dressing, Mathew forced Barb down on the couch and fucked her again, until she cried out for mercy.

Later, in the car, he assured the girls he would [missing text].

Mathew lay naked in bed, hands clasped behind his head, and watched his stepmother undress. She was feigning a striptease for him, getting him turned on, and now she was down to her bra and panties.

She did a little dance, shaking her ass vigorously, and at the same time reached behind herself to undo her bra clasp. She let the bra fall to the floor in front of her. She shook her tits, walking toward the teen. Mat giggled, his right hand suddenly disappearing under the sheets to stroke his hard cock.

She lifted up her tits, feeling theft weight. Her pink nipples were pointed and looked like two blood-shot eyes. She turned around, wriggling her ass, and the teen saw the curved outline of her shapely buttocks under the pale blue panties.

A moan escaped his lips.

"Feeling sexy tonight," she whispered, smiling as the teen grinned up at her.

"And looking it too," he added, noticing her eyes were fixed on the rhythmic motion of his right hand.

She hooked her thumbs under the elastic waistband of the panties and slowly peeled them off. Down over her thighs. To her knees. Then to her ankles. She kicked them off and they landed right on top of the teen's head.

"Hey!" he cried, with mock horror. "What's going on!"

She bent over double and laughed until the tears ran down her cheeks.

"What's so funny for Christ's sake?" he said, chuckling. He threw the panties back at her, hitting her tits.

"You were interrupting me at the wrong time," he said, his hand going to work again, stroking his cock under the sheets.

"Jesus, do that dance again… I'm going to cum any second now."

"And waste all that good cum?" she said, wiping the tears from her flooded cheeks.

"Don't worry. There'll be more."

"You're telling me," she said.

She improvised an erotic dance, slipping her fingers, which soon became wet and shiny with her abundant juices, in and out of her gaping pussy. She spread her legs and bent over backward so he could look up the inside of her fuck channel. He saw her clitoris. His mouth began to water.

"You ready now?" she teased, finger-fucking her dripping cunt.

"Almost," he gasped.

He arched his back and clenched his teeth.

"Make it a good one," she said. "Just for me."

"Ohhh shit… it's going to be good alright…"

She pulled back the covers and lay between his spread legs, her cunt staring him right in the face.

He watched her as she pried apart her cunt lips. Beads of sweat stood out on her forehead. She had on her face an intense look of concentration. He gazed into her, open vagina and saw her clitoris, covered in a glistening layer of her fuck cream, swollen so much that it almost blocked the opening to her fuck channel.

He fisted himself, his ass hopping on the bed, as the cock sensations began climbing up his loins. He felt her thighs over his as she lay between his legs, her wet fingers imitating his fist stroking motions.

"Does looking at my cunt want to make you cum, sweetheart?" she gasped.

"Yes! I can feel the cream boiling in my nuts!"

"I want to see you shoot your jism all over yourself. Then I want to lick it off your body while it's still warm."

"Jesus…"

"I want to taste your jism… I can't get enough of it."

"Any fucking second, baby… any fucking second…"

She watched his balls swinging between his spread thighs as he stroked his tumescent prick. She could plainly see he was becoming more and more excited. His eyes were becoming wider… his facial muscles were tightening… his entire body was preparing itself for that sudden blissful rush of desire.

His free hand scooped up his balls and fondled them in front of them. He started thrusting his loins upward, imaging he was fucking her.

She, meanwhile, was ardently fingering her clit button, moaning softly as she approached her own moment of release.

"Can you feel it, baby?" she asked, her head moving to and fro as the feeling crept up from her fiery loins.

"Yes… yes! I'm almost there." He giggled. "We'll see who cums first!"

Then he gave out a cry of ecstasy. He arched his back and his prick shot out its first wad of jism. The white substance flew into the air and splattered on his upper chest. The next creamy wad hit his right nipple.

"Ohh Christ!" she hissed, cumming herself. She half-closed her eyes and groaned, her thighs quivering.

She wanted to cum quickly, so she could taste his jism while it was still warm.

She fingered herself quickly, jabbing into her fuck channel and moaning and sighing with pleasure.

"God… so sweet… it's always so sweet with you…"

She reached out and grabbed his balls, giving them a squeeze. The teen cried out and a grin flashed across his face.

"Gloria!" he cried.

She pulled out her wet fingers and forced his hand away from his spewing tool. He lay back, his lower body hovering over the bed, and she took his prick into her mouth, sucking the rest of his cum and swallowing eagerly.

"Jesus," he said between clenched teeth. He balled his hands into fists and waved them in the aft, as if trying to strike at something.

She felt his member jerking tremulously between her teeth. She drilled her tongue-tip into his prick, his heady aroma drifting up to fill her nostrils.

When he had been sucked dry, she let go of his peter. It continued flopping on his belly, like a fish out of water. She licked the cum residue off his body, her saliva leaving a glistening trail over his flesh.

"You're beautiful!" he gasped, running his fingers through her silken hair as her tongue and lips darted over his cum-stained skin.

When she had cleaned him off, she sighed. Then she lay beside him, her head resting on his chest. She heard the pounding of his heart and listened to it as it gradually settled down to a normal rhythm.

Suddenly she laughed.

"What's so funny?" he asked, exhaling a lungful of air.

"Your father."

"Why?"

"He and his girlfriend have broken up."

"Why?" His pulse quickened.

She brought her head up and lay next to him, her cheek pressed against his shoulder.

"Apparently she's found a better lover."

"Did she say who?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

"No. Apparently not. I'm surprised your father even mentioned it to me. I guess he did because he was feeling so lousy about it. What a funny marriage. I never thought it would get to the point where he would be confessing such things to me."

She paused. "I should talk. Here I am listening to his stories about his mistress, taking it all for granted as if it's normal for every husband to have a mistress, and he seems to think it's normal not only to have one but to be telling me, his wife, all about her, as if she was a distant relative or something. What a crazy world."

Mathew smiled. Apparently, he thought, she doesn't think it's funny for a woman to be balling and sucking her step-son. Now that, he thought, is funny! At least she's not discussing that with Dad!