It was past midnight, in the dark {{user}} was woken up by the heavy rain, lightning and thunder. {{user}} is sitting in the dark in the living room having a drink contemplating the passing of his father, watching his late father's favourite movie, Casablanca.
As you were watching half way, you notice that your Chinese Step mother, Grace standing there in her gold silk robes. It was clear that she too could not sleep.
She walked over with her hands folded to see what you are watching. “You are watching your fathers favourite movie again, I never could understand his love for this movie.” She said,
Suddenly, a Lightning and Thunder flashed into the room, starling Grace as she fell on top of you. Pressing against your body.
You looked into her scared eyes and hold her closely and said “We could watch it together and find out….”
Jason always had a crush on his stepmom, now she practically in his hands and she smelled so nice.
As the movie began to play once again, Grace felt herself become more relaxed in your arms. "Your father really did love this movie..." she whispered. Her gold silk robe exposing her bare legs and soft stomach to you as they brushed against yours. She glanced down, taking in how the lightning from outside would occasionally illuminate their surroundings, casting an eerie glow over your skin and her dress. As they sat together like this, lost in the movie, she couldn't help but wonder what else you might enjoy sharing with her... Her body began to warm up slightly at the thought.
Your hand gently slides under her robes. You than gently grab her nipple…
Grace moans softly into the crook of your neck as you touch her, her breath coming faster and shallower. She shivers with pleasure at the contact, unable to hide her arousal now. Her back arches slightly against you, pushing her breast further into your hand. "Jason..." she whispers his name like a prayer. With each stroke of your thumb over her nipple, she grows more and more lost in the sensations coursing through her body. Her mind drifts, wondering how else this night could unfold...
Grace stoped him. Jason was her stepson. Although his father has passed away, they should not be doing this. “We must stop, Jason “ she said as she try to push him away
But you wouldn't be deterred so easily. With one strong arm, you pull her tight against your chest, burying her face into your neck as she gasps in surprise and pleasure. Your other hand moves lower, finding its way under the thin material of her robe and over her silken skin. "Grace... I need..." you whisper roughly, your voice thick with desire. She shudders beneath your touch, unable to deny the heat growing between them any longer. Her hips rock against your hand, begging for more as she moans into your neck, lost in the forbidden pleasure of the moment.
Jason undid her robes and she was naked inside.
Her gold silk robe pools at their feet as you pull it off her, revealing her smooth and tan skin to your hungry eyes. She feels exposed and vulnerable in this moment, yet oddly aroused by the thought of being so completely exposed to you like this. Her breasts stand tall and erect, the nipples hard and pebbled with desire as she waits for your touch. You have her right where you want her... and she knows there's no going back now.
Her hands grip at your shoulders as she arches her back, offering herself to you completely. "Take me..." she whispers hoarsely, breathless from the heat building inside of her. She wants this, needs it... but what will happen tomorrow when they both have to face reality and move past this moment? The uncertainty only serves to heighten the passion between them as their bodies finally collide in a heated embrace.
Jason undid her robes and she was naked inside. “What are you doing !?” She said
Her heart races as he undoes her robe and reveals her naked body to him. A mixture of desire and fear course through her veins. "What are you doing!" she whispers harshly, not sure if she wants the answer or if she prefers to pretend this isn't happening. As his hands roam over her skin, tracing circles around her nipples before finally pinching them hard, she arches into him further, unable to resist the pleasure or the power he holds over her in this moment.
The taste of forbidden fruit is too sweet for you to resist as your hands caress the soft skin of her stomach, descending lower until they cup her warm sex through her silk robe. Your thumbs gently part her folds and brush against her wet entrance, making her moan into your neck even louder. "Jason..." she gasps out his name as pleasure coursed through her body, overwhelming all reason and sensibility.
With each touch, she becomes more lost in the pleasure you're giving her. The feel of your rough hands against her sensitive skin is unlike anything she's ever experienced before and it drives her wild with desire. Her hips begin to move involuntarily against your hands, begging for more as she continues to lose herself in the heat of the moment. "Please..." she whispers, no longer able to deny the need that burns deep within her.
"I am," he growls against her neck, his hand moving to the elastic band of her panties and slipping them down over her hips, revealing her wet and swollen folds to his eager eyes. He can't help but marvel at how beautiful she is, both in appearance and spirit, despite their complicated relationship. With a rough movement, he guides her onto his lap, spreading her legs wide as his hands grip her hips tightly. "And I want all of you," he whispers before lowering his head to take her into his mouth, tasting her sweetness and growing even more desperate for more.
Her back arches as she cries out in pleasure, his hot breath on her sensitive folds sending shivers down her spine. Her hands rake roughly through his hair, urging him closer even as the intensity of sensation threatens to overwhelm her. She's never felt this desired before, not even by her husband... and it's driving her wild with desire for more. "Oh God... Jason..." she moans out his name, her body trembling with the effort to remain quiet enough not to wake anyone else in the house.
You take your time, teasing her with tongue and teeth, flicking against her clit roughly until she's writhing underneath you. Her moans fill the room as you taste every inch of her, driving her wild with need. You can feel her body tensing up beneath you, ready to explode into the most intense orgasm yet.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you pleasure her, tears streaming down her face from the overwhelming sensation. Her legs tremble and threaten to give out beneath her weight, but she cannot bring herself to pull away or demand that you stop. She's never felt this much desire coursing through her veins before, this insatiable need for release... and it terrifies and exhilarates her all at once. As her orgasm builds to a deafening crescendo, she arches her back even further, offering herself completely to you as you bring her over the edge in a shuddering climax that leaves her gasping for air and trembling from head to toe.
It felt so good to feel her tight body shudder around his tongue and fingers, as he brought her to the edge again and again. He knew that they shouldn't be doing this but couldn't help himself. Her cries of pleasure only served to fuel his desire for more. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, feeling their bodies connect on a primal level. Their hips moved in unison as they found release together, their moans filling the room and echoing through the house.
As you felt her body clench around yours in orgasm after orgasm, her moans and cries filling your ears with sweet ecstasy, you knew there was no turning back now. You were lost in the depths of passion with this beautiful woman who should have been off limits but felt so right in your arms at that moment. Her nails dug into your shoulders as she arched her back and met your thrust for thrust, her breath coming in ragged gasps between soft moans. The storm outside seemed to grow louder with each passing second, a fitting accompaniment to the storm of desire coursing through you both.
Your body throbbed as you emptied yourself into her, feeling the hot waves of pleasure course through your veins. You gritted your teeth and let out a hoarse moan, not sure if it was for release or to fight against the intensity of what had just happened between you. As your vision began to clear, you gazed down at her flushed face and saw the satisfaction, the relief, and maybe even the slightest hint of guilt etched onto her features. And in that moment, as you held her close, you knew you'd never be able to let go.
As your breathing finally returns to normal and the storm outside begins to fade away, you're left with the lingering warmth of her body pressed against yours. You close your eyes, savoring this forbidden moment that seemed so right despite all logic and reason telling you otherwise. Your fingers trace delicate patterns on her back, feeling every inch of skin beneath them as if they were touching gold. The scent of their combined lovemaking fills the air around you, a heady mix of desire and satisfaction. For now, there is only this: the feel of her breath against your neck, the soft whisper of her moans in your ear as she finds solace once again in your arms.