Pamela James - Loving stepmother

"It's your beautiful cunt," he whispered back. "I can't get enough of it."

"We were wade for each other."

"Yes. We were."

She wrapped her legs around his slim ass cheeks and felt his cock moving slowly in and out of her, as if in slow motion.

"You know just how to please me," she gasped.

"Mmm. Practice makes perfect…"

"So sweet… so very, very sweet."

She felt her clit button being rubbed by his helmet-shaped cockhead. Getting caught under the sculptured ridge of the head. Sensations from deep inside her burgeoned outward, bringing with them a renewed river of her pussy juice.

His ass cheeks hollowed out as he pressed into her, turning his loins so his cock could corkscrew its way deep inside her. She moaned, combing her fingers through his long curly blond hair.

"I wish your father could fuck this well," she groaned, writhing ecstatically.

"I thought you said he's had a lot of women."

"He has. Since he was younger than you. But that doesn't necessarily mean he knows how to please a woman. He can be good in bed, yes, but he's not consistent. He fires of a woman easily. The young girl he has now probably won't last long."

"I'd never want a mistress if I was married to you."

"Ohh… that's nice, Mat… yes, that… mmmm… you're so sweet to me…"

He started stabbing his cock into her faster. His blood began to boil. Her cunt was very hot now. Hot and slippery.

"Sweet Mother of God!" she squealed, her eye lashed fluttering like two tiny bird's wings.

She came, her fingers digging into his soft flanks.

"Don't stop," she sighed. "Don't… ever… stop…"

She reached down and rubbed her middle finger against his moist ass crevice, feeling his puckered asshole. Hooking her finger between his quivering ass cheeks, she pressed against the entrance to his shit passage.

"What are you doing?" he panted between sharp, penetrating thrusts.

"You'll see. It'll feel good. Don't move around so much…"

"Ohh!" he said in surprise.

He felt her finger slipping into his rectum and inside his shit channel.

"Jesus!"

"Feel good?"

She jammed her finger all the way up his asshole, the tip of it pressing against his sensitive prostate gland. Massaging it.

Mat was climbing the wall in ecstasy. He had a sudden uncontrollable desire to shoot his heavy cum load. Each time she pressed against his prostate he lurched forward.

She imitated his fuck thrusts, sending her finger in and out of his butt hole at the same time he fucked her.

"Wow!" he enthused. "Great! Feels really good!"

He slammed into her harder. Her legs tightened their scissors hold around him. His flesh was hot and moist with sweat. She pounded back against him.

She reached another breathtaking orgasm, making guttural noises from the back of her throat.

"Can't… hold… on… much… longer…"

"Try, my sweet… try!"

But he couldn't. Her fingertip dug into his prostate and he yelped, his eyes wide with pleasure. He came inside her, sucking madly on her pointed nipple, nuzzling it with his teeth.

He felt his flesh melting into Gloria's. He felt himself sinking into her gaping pussy, as if it were a vacuum, sucking his entire body into her. He almost thought his balls were going to be swallowed up by her hungry twat. She was pounding hard against him, her finger still working in and out of his shit hole, now moistened by his natural ass secretions.

They clutched each other and she pulled her finger out, letting him spend the last fleeting seconds of his pleasure thrill ramming into her all he wanted, the bedsprings screaming in her ears.

After she had caught her breath, the teen having pulled out of her and now lying beside her, she said, "Let's take a shower. I think we can both use one."

"Great idea!" He leapt naked out of her bed, his cock dangling impressively low and thickly limp between his pale thighs.

"You should get some sun on your body," she suggested, getting up and stretching languidly, the sunlight streaming through the adjacent bedroom window making patterns on her flesh. "I bet you would look wonderful with a dark tan."

"I bet you would too," he said, watching her stretch. "We should sun bathe naked out back by the pool."

"What about the neighbors?"

"Oh, they couldn't see us. Not with all the shrubs and bushes and stuff."

"I suppose you're right. I never thought of doing it before, but then neither of us are really sun worshippers."

"If I was sunning myself beside you I could become one."

She laughed. "I bet you could. God, isn't this wonderful? I mean, you and I. I feel like a teenager myself. I guess being married to an older man makes one feel older too, even though that's the exact opposite reason your father married me."

"He wanted a nice piece of ass."

She smiled. "Right."

"What do you think he'd do if he ever found out about us? What we did last night. And now."

"Oh, I don't know. One thing I do know. You must promise me never to teli anyone about our… special relationship. And I mean no one. Especially not your father."

"Okay. But, really, what do you think he'd do?" Gloria thought a moment, then smiled. "It's hard to say. Who'd know what to expect when a father finds out his son has been sleeping with his wife. Oddly enough, I think he'd be amused. Furious at first. Then maybe he'd laugh at the whole thing, as if it couldn't possibly be taken seriously."

"You take it serious, though, don't you?"

She opened her arms and he came to her. "Yes," she said, embracing him tightly, "I certainly do. More serious than I've taken anything before."

"I've been dreaming of this for… for as long as I've known you. When Dad first brought you over to the house. That very night I jerked off in bed thinking of you. What we would do in bed together."

Gloria blushed: "You're really something. I guess it's true that saying about having to watch out for the quiet ones. One never knows what they're thinking. God, I never could have guessed that about you!"

He laughed. "My own little secret!"

"Until last night."

"I'm glad it's no longer a secret."

"So am I. Now let's take that shower. I'll wash you first."

"No! I'll wash you!"

Gloria turned on the hot water faucet, waited until steam was pouring out of the shower stall, clouding the bathroom mirror, then adjusted the cold water so the spraying water was just the right temperature.

They both climbed into the stall, closing the glass door behind them.

He took the bar of fragrant soap in his hands and worked up a lather. Gloria stood under the cascading water until she was thoroughly wet.

"That feels delicious," she said, closing her eyes and letting the water fall on her face.

Mat wiped the strands of wet hair from his eyes and began washing her tits, loving the slippery feel of her tit globes under his fingers. Her nipples were soon very erect.

Then he got on his knees and washed her belly and cunt, his fingers digging into her sex.

"If you keep that up it's going to be very difficult for me to keep standing!" she warned him, his fingertips seeming to send electrical impulses up and down her entire body.

She looked down and saw his cock was now semi-erect, his well-hung balls dripping water, the two sacs pronounced and slightly red from the hot water. She wanted to get down and suck them but held herself back. Mat was enjoying himself too much to be suddenly interrupted. And Gloria was enjoying it too.

When he had finished soaping her cunt and the soap had been washed down her long shapely legs, he gripped hold of her buttocks and pressed his lips against her pussy, the water cascading down on his head.

She laid the flat of her hand on his head, feeling weak in the knees.