Pamela James - Loving stepmother

My God, she thought. He could teach his father a thing or two! I never want him to cum. Dear God, just let him keep his hard prick inside me forever!

"Ohhh Gloria, you're so fucking tight! I can't believe how good it feels. I've never felt anything like it before! So tight and hot and wet… God!"

"And you're so big… just think this is your first time… and you're making me feel so wonderful… I've cum once already… I can feel another orgasm washing over me now… why didn't we do this before… ohhh God… I adore you… my precious."

She bent down and kissed him, her tongue slipping between his lips. She held his head and showered his lips and face and forehead and neck with wet warm kisses. Grateful kisses. Kisses of desire and pleasure she never thought obtainable before now.

He held her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh, his face screwed up in an expression of ecstasy. He started humping up at her until they quickly established a mutually satisfying fuck rhythm which brought Gloria to another earth-shattering climax, the likes of which she had never known before.

"Oh Lord!" she moaned, throwing her head back, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders in a sweaty pile.

She reared up, sending her muff crashing down onto his penis. She lifted herself up enough so half of his now-glistening penis was exposed, so he could look down and watch his prick going in and out of her, then she would slam down on him, her pussy hairs mashing into his pubes, mixing thick dark curls with blond colored ones.

His balls beat an incessant tattoo against her buttocks each time she thrust downward, sending his ten inch dick deep into her.

Her cream ran down his shaft, dripped off his balls, down to his thighs and finally puddled on the bedsheets beneath them.

She came again, feeling that the teen was now close to cumming himself, and howled like an animal in heat. His cock pulsated hotly inside her. It seemed to thicken, and even more remarkable, to lengthen another quarter or half inch until she was filled completely.

She was squealing and groaning and pumping up and down on him lice crazy.

"I can feel it, Gloria… ohhh brother can I feel it now! SHIT!"

"Don't cum," she called out. "Ohhh sweet Jesus don't cum yet… not now… I want to cum over and over again!"

"I'm… trying… to… hold… back…" he gasped. "But… I… won't… be… able to… much… longer… it feels too… fucking good!"

"My sweet, sweet son!" she screamed. He had never seen her this way before. She was almost hysterical with joy, going up and down like a human fuck machine, not pausing for breath, afraid to break the exciting rhythm they had established.

"Harder!" he called out, grabbing her arms and pulling her back down on him so he could kiss her hungrily.

"Just a little longer," she sobbed, tears running down her cheeks. She simply couldn't believe she could feel this good. It was as if she was dreaming. It was perfect. More pleasure than she ever thought humanly possible. It was as if every orgasm she had ever had. The pleasure thrills were intense beyond words.

She reached underneath herself and squeezed his balls. She loved the soft, pliable feel of his bouncing nuts, so smooth and hairless.

"Any second now… Gloria… can't much longer… too fucking good!"

"My sweet… another one… ohhh… ahhh!"

She could feel herself being split in half by his cock. He was slamming up into her, matching her enthusiastic strokes. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"More!" she screamed. "Harder! Faster! Give me every fucking thick inch of your dick!"

And he did. Again and again…

"Shit!" he called out, his voice strained with emotion.

He arched his back, his forehead touching the pillow, half his face disappearing into it, his neck muscles straining, bulging out.

Then he exploded inside her, ejaculating thick hot wads of cum sauce.

She climaxed again and together they rose to a blindingly intense mutual climax that left them both shuddering uncontrollably.

His cock jerked inside her, digging deeper and deeper into her hot wet fuck channel.

Their bodies writhed and jerked and danced and convulsed spasmodically. They reveled in the sheer numbness of their climaxes. Gloria came repeatedly, a chain reaction of cums that built one upon the other, one more keen and long-lasting than the previous one.

She sobbed, her shoulders jerking as if pulled by unseen marionette strings.

The eighteen-year-old howled with pleasure, his balls bursting apart as he continued ejaculating into her fuck passage. Her cuntal walls massaged his tool like a hundred tiny, slippery fingers, knowing exactly when and where and how often to touch and caress.

Finally, he was milked dry by her pulsating pussy muscles and membranes. He fell back against the bed, looking unseeingly up at his step-mother as she gathered up the last of her strength and pulled herself up and fell by his side. His cock slapped back against his belly loudly. It started to grow limp.

It took a few minutes for the woman to catch her breath. It was as if her flesh and bones had turned to melted candle wax. She felt weak as a kitten, yet more satisfied than she could ever remember feeling before.

She heard a strange noise and looked over to her step-son. He was snoring!

Gloria giggled, her body aglow with the after feeling of a wonderful fuck. The teen was sound asleep.

"Poor thing," she whispered. "I've worn him out." Too tired now to change into her nightgown, and not wanting to wake the teen to have him go back to his room after having shared her bed in the most intimate way possible, she pulled the bed covering over them and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The telephone woke Gloria up.

"Hello?" she said sleepily. She gazed over to the digital alarm clock next to the phone on the bedside table and saw it was past noon. Mathew was still fast asleep beside her.

"Gloria, it's me."

"Bill. When will you be back?"

"Tonight. Around dinner time. I'll take a cab in from the airport. You sound like it was some party last night."

"Mmm. You should have been there."

"I'm sorry, dear. But the fog's clearing up and the airport should be open again later this afternoon."

"Alright. I'll have dinner waiting for you."

"How's Mathew?"

Gloria smiled to herself. "Fine. Just fine. How's what's-her-name?"

There was a pause. "Very funny."

Gloria was referring, of course, to her husband's young mistress, Kathy.

"You should bring her over for dinner," Kathy said. "Mathew would love to meet her."

"I can see you're in a great mood."

"Actually I am. Just teasing, dear."

"Well, you'll be happy to know I spent the night alone. With the exception of a bottle of whiskey." Gloria was tempted to say she spent the night alone, with the exception of Mathew. Just then Mathew's sleepy voice sounded.

"Gloria… what time is it?"

Gloria covered the mouthpiece with her hand. "Sshh, dear, your father's on the line. He'll be back for dinner tonight."

"Great. We'll have the whole day in bed together." He pressed up against her and reached under the covers, caressing her muff.

"Mathew… please…" she giggled. "Hello? Gloria, are you there?"

"Oh, sorry, dear. I, uh, just heard Mathew downstairs making breakfast."

Mathew disappeared under the bedsheets, giggling. He spread her legs open and she felt his mouth pressing against her vagina.

"How did he enjoy the party last night?"

"He didn't. You know he hates parties."

"He should find a girl and get laid."

"What does that have to do with last night's party?" Gloria was beginning to find it difficult to concentrate on what her husband was saying.