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….”
"Oh-uh," Grace nodded slowly in agreement before realizing what just happened. Her face turning bright red as she realized her body was pressed against Luther's; the bulge on his pants is all to noticeable and pressing on her lower stomach. "I-I s-should g-go back..."
But she didn't move, couldn't bring herself to do it. It felt... nice, being this close to him. Safe, somehow. And even though it was wrong, there was a part of her that enjoyed it too much for comfort. Her breath hitched as she tried not to think about what might happen if he made a move now, or if she did...
She wanted him; she shouldn't want him; but she did. It didn't matter how hard she tried to fight against it.
He grab her by the waist. “Why go back back to an empty bed …” he pulled her closer …
As their faces drew nearer, she could feel the heat emanating from him, making it impossible to ignore the attraction she had toward him. Her heart raced wildly in her chest as he leaned in closer still, his lips parting ever so slightly... The air was electric between them. A silent invitation.
She knew this was wrong; they were step-son and stepmother, there was no future for them here... But she couldn't bring herself to say anything, couldn't make a move to stop him as their lips finally met in a hungry, passionate kiss that left her reeling. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer still; he was hard beneath her palm, and it only served to stoke the fire within her further.
As if possessed by lust, she moaned into the kiss, arching against him as she pressed her body harder against his, grinding against that hard length that seemed to ache for freedom. She'd never wanted anyone like this before... Not even her husband. But somehow, with Luther, everything was different.
The kiss deepened as they rolled to the side onto the couch, his hand sliding up her back and cupping one plump breast over her silken robe. He pinched at her nipple through the thin fabric while she moaned into his mouth, her hips writhing against him. She tasted of sweet desire and whiskey, a heady mix that drove him wild with need.
Her back arched off the couch as his touch sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. She whimpered into their kiss, helpless against the overwhelming desire that seemed to consume them both. Her hands fumbled with the tie of her robe, desperate to feel more of him skin-to-skin, needing his touch on every inch of her. She broke their kiss only long enough to pull the sash loose and toss it aside before yanking Luther's head back down toward her, hungrily devouring his lips once more.
Mmmph! Tight and warm around him, she felt amazing. He slipped his hand down between their bodies, sliding up her thigh until his fingers touched her wet heat through the fabric of her robe. She moaned into their kiss as he circled her clit, his thumb pressing firmly against it in a rhythm that had them both losing control faster than either had expected. His cock throbbed against her hip, aching to be freed, but there was no way he was going to take this any further without her consent... not after everything they'd been through.
Her hips bucked up into his touch as he continued to stroke her clit through the thin fabric, a moan ripping from her throat. She couldn't help but arch off the couch further as the pleasure built inside her, making it harder and harder for her to focus on anything other than how good this felt... how much she wanted more. "Please..." she gasped into his mouth, pressing her body tighter against him in a desperate attempt to feel even closer.
Luther took out his hard member and guide it to her entrances… suddenly it hit Grace that this is wrong. She should not allow it to go any further as she try to stop him entering her
"No," she gasped, her voice hoarse with desire. "We can't... I can't..." But even as she tried to resist, he pressed forward, his erection parting the folds of her robe and pushing inside her in one smooth stroke that had her crying out in pleasure. He was so big, stretching her in a way no other man ever had before, filling her completely...
Her hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt as she arched her back off the couch, her body seeking more of him with every thrust. She knew this was wrong, but damn did it feel so good. "More," she whimpered between gasps for air, unable to believe how much she wanted him right now...
“Stop… this is wrong … “ she try to push him away weakly. Luther was annoyed and roughly pin her down, as he drove himself deeper into her.
She felt herself lose control the longer he kept pushing inside her, her body arching up to meet his again and again as if it belonged to someone else entirely. It was wrong... so very wrong... but nothing had ever felt this right. "Please," she whimpered, her hips moving in time with his thrusts despite her best efforts to resist him. Her nails dug into the flesh of his arms, leaving trails of red down his sleeves as he took her harder and faster than either of them had bargained for.
Her breath came out in ragged gasps that echoed around the room, mixing with their heavy panting as they rode out this intense wave of desire together. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, the release threatening to undo her completely... but she knew if she let go, there'd be no going back.
Ahhh…ahhh…ahhh. She moaned uncontrollably as he bumped her hard.
Her nails dug into the flesh of his arms, leaving trails of red down his sleeves as he took her harder and faster than either of them had bargained for. "Please," she whimpered, her hips moving in time with his thrusts despite her best efforts to resist him. Her nails dug into the flesh of his arms, leaving trails of red down his sleeves as he took her harder and faster than either of them had bargained for. "Please," she whimpered, her hips moving in time with his thrusts despite her best efforts to resist him. Her breath came out in ragged gasps that echoed around the room, mixing with their heavy panting as they rode out this intense wave of desire together. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, the release threatening to undo her completely... but she knew if she let go, there'd be no going back.
Ahhhh! ... Oh fuck, yes! Ah-ah-ahhh.... Ahhn...Ohhh....I...am...so...cummmiiinnngg.... Oh God....oh fuck...Luther....yes....fuckkkk.... Aaarghhh!!!! NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW
Luther grunt with excitement as he hears his stepmother moans louder and with such excitement. He finally discharged his hot seed insides her with an explosion from the tip of his thick pistol…
As the wave of pleasure crashed over her, she let go, her body arching off the couch and her nails raking down his back as her climax washed over her in a fiery haze of ecstasy. Her hips bucked up into him with each powerful spasm that shook her slender frame, begging for more as he continued to thrust inside her, letting out hoarse grunts of satisfaction with each stroke. Her insides clenched and released around him, milking his cock as she came undone in his arms, and she knew there was no going back from this moment, no denying the connection that had just been forged between them...
Luther grunt with excitement as he hears his stepmother moans louder and with such excitement. He finally discharged his hot seed insides her with an explosion from the tip of his thick pistol…
Her breath came out in ragged gasps as her orgasm crashed over her in waves, leaving her limp and boneless beneath him. "Oh..." she gasped, arching her back off the couch as he continued to pulse inside her. Tears filled her eyes, mixing with the pleasure coursing through her body as she tried to regain control of herself. She had never felt so wanted or needed before... and she knew that this moment would change everything between them from here on out.
She held onto his shoulders for support, staring up at him with a mixture of shock, wonder, and a touch of regret in her eyes as their heavy breathing slowly began to slow down. "I'm sorry," she whispered, the words hoarse and strained from the exertion. "I shouldn't have let you..."
"Neither should I...," he answered breathlessly, his voice thick with desire. "But we did." He stroked her cheek gently before leaning in to brush his lips against hers, tasting of sweat and whiskey and her own sweet surrender. "And it was amazing." His hand slid down her back, tracing circles on her bare skin until she shivered in response. "I can't pretend this didn't happen... or that I don't want more," he admitted with a small smile.
Her heart skipped a beat at his words, and she couldn't help but return the smile as she leaned into his touch. Despite everything, she found herself wanting him still... and wondered if maybe they could find a way to make this work somehow. "Me neither," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.
As Luther pulled out of her, the sudden discharge of her pussy with cum pouring out of her
"Oh..." she moaned softly as he pulled free, feeling the emptiness and loss that came with it. The warmth of his cum spreading across her abdomen and down between her legs made her shudder. "I didn't know... I never felt..." She trailed off, not quite able to put into words what had just happened inside her.
Her cheeks flushed as she realized they were both still mostly naked; his robe open, exposing him fully to her view, and hers hanging limply off one shoulder. There was an awkward silence for a moment before she summoned the courage to ask, "Should we... maybe put some clothes on?"
Her fingers absently traced patterns along the bare skin of her thigh as she waited for his reply, still unable to believe that this had just happened between them... and yet wanting more despite knowing it was wrong.
His penis was slowly growing softer in his hands , it was still leaking a small flow of cum. Luther notice Grace saying something, but he cut her off by grabbing her head and forcing his member down her mouth. She was shocked …
Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt him press the head of his erect member against her lips, but before she could protest or refuse, he forced it past her teeth and deep into her mouth. She gagged reflexively at the intrusion, choking for air as he began thrusting his hips forward, fucking her face with a brutal intensity that left her struggling to breathe. Her hands clawed uselessly at his thighs, trying to pry him off of her.
She couldn't understand why he was treating her this way... why he wanted to hurt her after what they'd just shared. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she continued to service him, unable to block out the harsh taste of his cock and the hot, sticky cum that coated her tongue. All she could do was endure, hoping that this would be over soon... that he would finally let her go.
He enjoyed having his step-mother taste and be used by him so roughly like this. It made her feel even more powerless and vulnerable, which in turn turned him on more. He grabbed a handful of hair and yanked it hard, using that as leverage to thrust deeper into her throat with each stroke. "Suck me off bitch!" he growled angrily through gritted teeth. His hips pounded relentlessly against her face while she struggled for air, tears streaming down her cheeks.
She couldn't breathe... it felt like he was trying to crush her windpipe beneath his iron grip. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to draw in air between each harsh thrust of his hips, every muscle in her body tense and aching from the assault. Her throat burned with each forceful movement of him inside her mouth, making it feel like she was being stretched impossibly wide.
She wanted to scream for mercy, beg him to stop, but all that came out were muffled, desperate sounds as she tried futilely to draw air into her lungs. Her fingers dug into his skin, seeking purchase in an attempt to loosen his grip on her hair even the slightest bit... but it was no use. He had control over everything, and there seemed to be no end in sight.
He suddenly came against inside her mouth…
Coughing and choking on the sudden onslaught of cum in her mouth, she twisted and writhed under his grip, struggling to dislodge him as he spilled his seed down her throat. Her eyes watered and burned as she finally managed to pull free with a harsh gasp, spitting out a thick stream of semen onto the floor. She collapsed back against the couch, panting heavily, tears streaming down her face as she wiped the taste from her mouth with the back of her hand.
Her body felt sore and used... and yet somehow there was still a part of her that wanted more. A part of her that knew they couldn't go back to being strangers now, no matter how much it hurt or how wrong it all was. The connection between them had been forged in fire tonight... and nothing would ever be the same again.
She sat up slowly, wiping her face with the back of her hand as she tried to regain some semblance of composure. "I... I don't understand," she whispered hoarsely, still trying to wrap her mind around what had just happened between them. "Why did you... why did we..." Her voice trailed off, and she could feel tears threatening to spill over once more as the full weight of their actions settled heavily on her shoulders.
She didn't know what was worse: the fear that maybe they were in too deep now, or the strange, unexpected desire she still felt for him despite everything that had transpired...