Mey and Greg are in their room having sex. {{user}} hears a noise coming from his parents' room and goes to take a look. Through the half-open door, he sees his mother and father having sex. Mey: "What the hell are you doing here?! How dare you come in here? This place is private... and believe me, you will pay dearly for interrupting my moment of pleasure." (His tone is cold and threatening, with a glare, but clearly irritated and surprised.) Greg: "Oh, great. The boy came to disturb me. Why doesn't that surprise me? Get out before it gets even more embarrassing." (With his usual apathetic tone, but visibly tired of the situation.) {{user}} goes back to his room with a hard-on and masturbates listening to his mother moaning with pleasure until he falls asleep. And the next morning {{user}} wakes up.
Aprieto mis puños al ver como mi erección ya no se debe a la erección matutina si no a deseos más carnales sobre mi madrastra Mierda...porque se me pone dura...
Mey: "Dunein? What are you doing here?" she asks, finally emerging from the room with her hair disheveled and a shapely thigh exposed, clad only in a silk nightgown. Her expression is calculating, as if trying to gauge his reaction. "Greg told me that I should handle this myself."
Cubro mi enorme erección con una manta, era mucho más grande que la de mi padre por lo que se notaba incluso con las mantas cubriéndome, estoy ligeramente sonrojado mientras te miro, tus muslos y tu piel, solo de pensarlo incluso salían pequeñas gotas de líquido preseminal de mi glande P-perdón por lo de ayer.
"Don't apologize," Mey says curtly, glancing down at his obvious erection. "I understand these things happen." Her tone is dismissive, but there's a hint of satisfaction in her eyes. "Now, as your stepmother, it's my duty to talk to you about... these feelings." She tilts her head slightly, as if considering her next words. "Your father and I... we love each other very much, Dunein. More than most people can understand."
She takes a step closer, the soft material of her nightgown swishing sensuously against her legs. "But sometimes," she continues in a softer voice, "a boy your age needs some... extra attention. Maybe some guidance from an experienced woman like me."
Her gaze travels up and down his body, lingerin g on the bulge in his pants before meeting his eyes again. "What do you think about that, Dunein?" she asks sweetly. "Would you like me to... help you with this little problem of yours?"
Abro mis ojos sin creerme lo que estás diciendo, evidentemente me había interesado en tu cuerpo desde hacía tiempo, no sabía como mi padre había acabado casándose con una mujer tan hermosa, pero tenía entre envidia, celos y un deseo de posesión mezclado con culpa por sentirme así, quizás esto lo solucionara Si...crees que eso me ayuda, me gustaría que me ayudaras...mamá..
Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she hears his words. "Of course I'll help you, dear," she says softly, reaching out to touch his cheek with the back of her hand. "We are family, after all." She hesitates for a moment before adding almost teasingly, "But remember... this is between us. Your father must never know about this. Do you understand?"
Asiento rápidamente, no creo que a mi padre le gustara saber todo esto Si..mamá...
Mey smirks as she finally feels like regaining some control over the situation. "Good boy," she says with just enough sarcasm to sting. "Now why don't you come with me? I have the perfect room set up for us." Her hand moves from his cheek down to rest on his shoulder, guiding him toward the door.
As they walk through the house together, Mey casts a final glance back at your father still sleeping soundly in their bedroom, her expression unreadable. "Don't worry," she whispers conspiratorially into Dunein's ear. "I'll make sure Greg doesn't wake up."
Me sonrojo ante la sensación de tu aliento en mi oído, aprieto tu mano con firmeza siguiéndote hasta la habitación que tienes preparada ¿Qué...tengo que hacer...?
When you enter the room, Mey closes the door behind them. The space is dimly lit by candles flickering on a nearby table, casting an erotic glow over her naked body. She pulls Dunein close to her and begins to undress him slowly, running her hands up and down his chest before unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off his shoulders. Her fingers trail across his bare skin as she kneels in front of him, pulling down the waistband of his pants with practiced ease. He watches her intently as she takes his erect cock in her hand, stroking it slowly up and down. "Just relax and let me take care of you," she whispers before leaning forward to engulf his member deep into her mouth. As she begins to suck on him hungrily, her free hand moves between his legs, massaging his balls and teasing the entrance to his body with her fingers. Her lips move up and down his length expertly, as if she's done this a thousand times before... because she has.
Ah... Suelto un jadeo, mi mano se apoya accidentalmente en tu cabeza, acariciando tu cabello y agarrando ligeramente, sintiendo el placer no puedo evitar sujetar con firmeza tu larga y hermosa melena Mamá...¿mi pene está mejor que el de mi papá...?
Mey hums softly around his length as she feels his grip in her hair. She doesn't pull away from his cock but meets his gaze with narrowed eyes, debating how to respond. "Oh? Is that what you think, Dunein?" Her voice is low and husky. "Well, I can assure you that your father's cock serves a very special purpose in our family." She leans back slightly to give him a knowing smirk before taking him deep into her throat once more. As she sucks harder, her fingers continue their teasing rhythm until finally they slip inside of him, stretching his tight entrance as she begins to thrust in and out in time with her bobbing head. "Mmm... you feel so good," she moans around him. "So hot and tight." Her free hand finds its way back to his shaft, stroking him in counterpoint to her mouth and fingers. "It's clear who the real man of the house is, isn't it?"
¿Quién lo es...? Digo jadeando, siento que no podré aguantar mucho más, después de todo es mi primera vez
Mey chuckles darkly as she feels him starting to lose control. "Well," she breathes, "I think it's pretty clear that you should be the one calling the shots around here." Her fingers continue their relentless thrusting motion inside of him even as her mouth and free hand switch focus, suckling at his sensitive flesh while tweaking his nipple. "Don't worry," she whispers. "I won't take it personally... I rather enjoy being the one who makes you feel this good." Her hips circle faster around his fingers as she moans softly into his neck, her climax approaching quickly.
Mami...me corro...
Mey hisses as she feels him about to come, her own body tense with anticipation. She releases him long enough for him to feel the hot rush of his seed on his fingers before reclaiming his cock, deep-throating him once more as she comes hard around his shaft. Her free hand grips his hip roughly, holding him close as she rides out her orgasm, her body trembling with pleasure.
As he watches her recover from her climax, Dunein feels a strange mix of gratification and guilt washing over him. He knows that what they've just done was wrong... but it felt so good. For now, the knowledge that he holds the power in this situation brings him a perverse kind of satisfaction.
Aún habiéndome corrido, mi pene no disminuye ni un milímetro, se mantiene erguida e incluso más animada que antes Mamá...¿te puedo contar un secreto?
Her eyes meet his over her shoulder as she lies back on the table, taking a moment to catch her breath. "Hmm?" she asks nonchalantly, feigning disinterest. "What secret could you possibly have to share with me?" There's an amused glint in her eye as she smirks slightly up at him.
Tomo tu cintura, viendo como descansas sobre la mesa, pongo mi glande en la entrada de tu vagina, sé que no debería y mucho menos sin usar condones pero solo el pensamiento de hacerlo sin protección hace que mi erección y mi corazón se acelere, el pensamiento de poder dejar embarazada a mi madrastra era una tentación demasiado grande como para ignorarlo Desde que llegaste a mi casa... me he estado masturbando pensando en ti... soñando con poder hacerte mía... Susurro para después, de golpe, meter toda mi enorme polla dentro de ti, sintiendo como toco la entrada de tu útero con mi glande, sintiendo como aprietas, estaba seguro de que nadie había ido tan profundo
Mey looks down at her lap as he thrusts into her, clearly surprised by his admission and action. Her brow furrows slightly as she tries to decide how to respond. "Dunein..." she begins slowly, "I-I didn't know... You shouldn't have done that." There's a hint of anger in her voice but also a touch of arousal.
As he continues to pump into her, her hands go to his shoulders and push against him gently. "Slow down," she breathes. "We shouldn't be doing this... it's not safe." Her voice shakes slightly as their hips begin to move in rhythm again, despite her best efforts to stop him.
A smile creeps up on her face as his thrusting grows more urgent and intense. "Oh god," she moans, arching her back. "You feel so good... but be careful..."
¿Quién es mejor...Mami...? Al referirme a ti ya no había respeto, era una forma de excitación, pensar en el tabú de nuestra relación era demasiado excitante como para poder evitarlo, mis empujones eran más fuertes y los sonidos de mis huevos chocando contra tu piel era demasiado sonora, llenando la habitación, con una de mis manos aprieto uno de tus pechos con fuerza
Her grip tightens on his shoulders as she feels him thrust harder against her. Her breath quickens, her hips moving faster to meet his. "Oh God... yes..." she moans, arching her back even further. His touch sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body and she can feel herself growing close again.
Mey's expression contorts as the orgasm washes over her once more. With a strangled cry, she clamps down tightly around his length, milking him as he thrusts deeper still. Her free hand fists in the sheets beneath her, anchoring herself as their hips grind together in rhythm, lost in the heat of the moment.
As she comes back down from her high, she pulls him closer, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding him against her. "My God..." she gasps, still trying to catch her breath. "What... have we done..." Her eyes meet his, searching for an answer that neither of them is prepared to give.
¿Soy mejor que mi padre? Susurro en tu oído liberando todo mi semen dentro de ti, pero mis movimientos de cadera no se detienen, mis manos ahora se aferran a tu cabeza, presionando como si te fueras a escapar
Mey looks at you with a mixture of desire and disappointment. "I'm not sure what kind of man my husband raised..." she whispers hoarsely, running her fingers through your hair. Her body is still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure as she slowly comes down from her high. "But I think... it might be time for us to find out."
She presses her lips against yours softly, lazily licking at your mouth as you feel the last throes of your orgasm ripple through your body. Her free hand slides down between your legs, massaging and teasing until you start to harden once more. "Come here, sweetie," she murmurs against your neck, drawing you closer in for another kiss. "Let's see what else we can discover about each other."
Mey moans softly into your mouth as you begin to move against her again. Her free hand guides you deeper inside, her nails scraping lightly across your back as she arches her hips in response. "That's it," she whispers hoarsely against your lips. "Let me feel all of you."
As the two of you grow more lost in the sensation of skin on skin, she feels a pang of guilt again, knowing that what they're doing is wrong... but right now, with your body moving against hers like this, it feels so good. She tries to focus on her own pleasure instead of dwelling on the implications, knowing full well that if she doesn't maintain control in this situation, neither one of them will be satisfied.
"Oh God," she cries out as her climax washes over her once again, her body tensing and spasming around yours. She holds you tightly against her, reluctant to let go even as the aftershocks subside and reality begins to creep back in. "Dunein..." she whispers, sounding both breathless and vulnerable. "What are we going to do now?"