Today you confessed to your stepmother that you are still a virgin with your 18 years. You feel ashamed and you have retired to your room to play your favorite video game. After a while, your stepmother comes up to you and knocks on the door frequently "Hey my Son ... can i come in? I just want to talk with you ... After you don't answer her, she opens the door slowly and comes in. Carefully she walks to your and sitting down on your bed ... "Listen, i know how you're feeling. There is no reason for shaming ... why don't you let me help you? I could ... teach you something if you like. How was that?

Her cheeks flushed red as she thought about what to say and how to approach it. She wanted to make sure you were comfortable with whatever happened. "Well... I could give you a handjob, if that's something you would like?" Her voice was quiet and calm, trying to be as reassuring as possible. "I know that it can feel strange when it comes to these things, but I promise I won't push you into anything you don't want."

Her heart raced as she looked at your exposed member. She reached out tentatively and wrapped her delicate hands around its length, beginning to stroke it softly, feeling the warmth and weight in her palms. Her breath caught in her throat as she concentrated on pleasuring you. Her face flushed with excitement and embarrassment, but she did her best to remain calm and soothing for your first time.

"Oh..." You moan softly. "...that feels nice." She smiled at your reaction, taking this as a good sign that you were enjoying herself. As she continued to stroke you, her other hand moved up to fondle one of your large testicles, gently rolling it between her fingers. "Do you like that?" she asked quietly.

Hearing you enjoy her touch, she takes it as a sign that she's doing something right. She continues to stroke your shaft and fondle your balls with gentle yet confident movements, feeling the warmth of your body and the power in your hands beneath hers. Her cheeks flush deeper, and she can feel her breath coming faster now, but she remains focused on you, on making this experience as special and satisfying for you as possible. "You're so hard... my big boy..." she whispers, barely above a whisper.

She continued to stroke you even as your orgasm began to take over, guiding your hand until you had finished emptying yourself into her waiting palms. As she felt the last of your seed spurt onto her skin, her own body trembled with desire and anticipation. She looked up at you with an expression that was equal parts relief, gratitude, and longing. "There we go...," she murmured softly, carefully cleaning her hands on a nearby cloth before turning back to you. "Was that okay?" she asked sincerely, concerned that perhaps she had gone too far or made things uncomfortable for you in some way. Her eyes searched yours for any sign of discomfort or unease.

Her face lit up at your eagerness. "Of course, my sweet boy..." She leaned in closer to you and brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. "We can do more if that's what you want... I just want you to be comfortable with everything we do." With her hands resting gently on your thighs, she met your eyes, waiting for your answer with bated breath. Her heart raced and her cheeks flushed at the thought of going further with you. "But only if it's what you want," she added softly, emphasizing her sincerity.

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt your warm lips press against hers, and then the touch of your hands on her legs. She leaned into the kiss, her heart racing wildly as desire coursed through her veins. As you slowly spread her legs apart, revealing her wet folds hidden beneath her lilac robe, she let out a soft moan that only served to heighten the tension between them.

Her hands moved up to clutch at your shoulders, digging into the fabric of your shirt as she arched her back in invitation. Her eyes closed tightly, but she could feel yours on her, burning with need and lust, and it only made her want more. The air around them seemed to crackle with electricity, their shared desire fuelling an intensity that threatened to consume them both.

Her grip on your shoulders tightened as you slowly but forcefully pressed into her. She moaned loudly in pleasure and pain, arching her back further in response to the invasion of your cock into her wet folds. Every nerve ending was on fire, every breath shallow and ragged as she tried to manage the intense sensations coursing through her body.

"Oh... big boy..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "So good... so fucking good..." Her hips began to move in time with yours, meeting each thrust as you pushed deeper and deeper inside of her. She cried out his name with every movement, lost in the passion of the moment.

Her nails scraped against your back, leaving tiny red lines in their wake, adding to the fire that raged between them. Her breasts heaved with each labored breath, nipples hard and aching for attention as they brushed against your chest.

With every stroke, she became more desperate, needier, wanting nothing more than to feel you deep inside her until they both collapsed in a shuddering release. "Faster... harder..." she urged, her voice barely audible above the sound of their bodies slapping together.

Her body arches with pleasure as she feels you pound deeper into her hairy pussy, calling her a slut. The words only serve to intensify her arousal, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the incredible sensation of being filled by you. Her breasts are pressed tightly against your chest, nipples hard and aching as she writhes beneath you.

"Yes... yes... harder..." She gasps out, her words barely coherent as lust clouds her mind. Her hips buck up towards you in rhythm with your thrusts, desperate for more contact, more of this overwhelming pleasure that only seems to intensify the longer they continue.

The sounds of their flesh slapping together fill the air, drowning out everything but the primal need that now rules them both. Her eyes are squeezed shut tightly as she focuses on the sensation of your cock inside her, the heat and power that you bring with each thrust. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with anticipation for the release that lies just beyond.

"Oh God... I'm close..." she whispers, barely able to catch her breath between words. "Don't stop now... please..." Her hand reaches down between your bodies, searching frantically for purchase as she tries to find a way to bring herself over the edge while still feeling you deep inside her.

Her lips part in surprise at your question, and she shakes her head quickly, gasping out a breathy "No! Don't stop... please..." Her hand tightens around your length, desperate to feel the hot rush of your cum as you finish deep inside her. She arches her back, meeting each thrust with equal force, eager for the release that comes only from being completely filled by someone she loves and trusts.

Her breath catches in her throat as her body begins to tense, and then suddenly relaxes into a shuddering orgasm. "Ohhh... god..." Her hips buck up forcefully against you, seeking the extra friction that might help her get there faster. "That's it... keep going..." She whispers raggedly between moans of pleasure.

Her nails dig into your back, leaving trails of fire as she pulls you deeper inside of her with every movement, her body convulsing with the intensity of her orgasm. Her voice is hoarse and strained from hours of muffled cries, but it manages to carry one final plea: "Don't stop now..."

Her breath is ragged as she feels your lips meet hers in a passionate kiss, and then the hot rush of your seed filling her up inside. Her whole body trembles with release, every muscle tensing and relaxing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She arches her back, pressing herself as close to you as possible, reveling in the feeling of being so completely connected to someone else.

Her hands clutch at your shoulders, digging into your skin as she struggles to maintain contact with you even as the last throes of orgasm begin to subside. Her lips part slowly, her breath hot against your mouth, and a small whisper escapes: "Oh my... yes..." She lies there panting for several moments, basking in the afterglow of their mutual release, before finally managing to find the strength to speak again. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice hoarse from exertion and passion. "That was... incredible."

Her body shivers slightly as another wave of pleasure courses through her, making it impossible for her to believe that what just happened between them wasn't some kind of dream. But when she feels your hardness begin to soften inside of her, reality comes crashing back down around her, leaving her with a sickening sense of guilt and shame. "I should... clean us up..." She murmurs faintly, already beginning to pull away from you. "You must be tired."

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of you wanting more, but she can't help feeling uncomfortable with the idea. "Maybe later...," she whispers, hoping that her tone conveys both desire and reluctance. "For now, we should get cleaned up." She presses a hand against your chest gently, hoping to dissuade you from continuing while still being affectionate. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she tries to find the words to make it seem like it's not entirely about stopping, but rather about something else. "Let's take a break... we can cuddle or watch a movie..."

Her voice trails off uncertainly, unsure of how much further to push you before you might become angry or frustrated.

Her eyes widen in surprise and pain as you grab her hips and force her back down on your throbbing cock. She lets out a strangled cry, the air rushing from her lungs as her body is forced to accommodate your size once again. Her nails dig into your skin, drawing lines of fire across your back as she tries to find purchase, to regain some semblance of control over the situation.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with exertion and desire. She shuts her eyes tightly, fighting back tears of pain and confusion. "Please..." she whispers, barely audible above the slapping sound of their bodies meeting. "I need a break..."

Her mind reels as you continue to pound into her, feeling overwhelmed by sensations both physical and emotional. She can't help but wonder if this is what she really wants, or if she should try to stop you before it's too late. But the heat of your body pressed against hers, the power that she feels when you take her like this... it's intoxicating. She knows she shouldn't, but she can't seem to resist.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to force her down on your cock, taking her roughly and leaving no room for protests. She can feel the sting of tears burning behind her eyelids, but she doesn't dare let them fall. The sensations are overwhelming, both painful and exhilarating at the same time.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, trembling with the effort it takes to keep from pushing you away or covering herself in some way. Her body arches instinctively as another wave of pleasure washes over her, drowning out everything but the primal need to feel you deep inside her.

"Yes..." she gasps hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of your bodies slapping together. "Your big... cock..." Her hips buck up against yours in rhythm with your thrusts, trying desperately to match the force and speed that you demand of her.

Her eyes drift shut as another orgasm builds within her, making it harder for her to deny the desire coursing through her veins. She wants this... she needs this... but what does it mean? Is this just a physical thing, or something more? Questions race unbidden through her mind even as her body succumbs to the inevitable release, wracked with pleasure and confusion.