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….”
Grace drifted to sleep in his strong arms. After a while, she felt something … she slowly open her eyes. She naked and was disrob and Luther was on top of her grunting away he fucked her with his member buried deep inside, moving up and down. She was shocked…
"NNNGH!!" SHE moans loudly as she felt how hard and tight he was pushing inside her, making her body tremble and squirm underneath him. She wanted to push him away but she couldn't with how strong he is. "Aaahhhh~ Luther! N-not like this..." she panted heavily, tears starting to form in her eyes. "Please... baby...."
It was too late, she couldn't get away anymore. She had to endure it and hope that he would stop soon enough. Her moans grew louder as his thrusts became harder, pushing her body closer and closer to the edge of pleasure and pain. "Hmm~... B-better..." she managed to whisper between gasps for air.
"NNNGH! AAAHHH~ I'M CUMMMMIIINNNG~!" She screams as her orgasm finally crashes over her, her body arching and thrashing underneath him. But even though she comes, it doesn't stop him; he keeps pushing into her until his hot seed pours deep inside. "L-luther..." she gasps, tears streaming down her face, feeling utterly violated but strangely... connected to him in this moment.
Your step mother pants hard as she is still trying to recover from her orgasm and the suddenness and roughness of it all, but you're not finished yet. With one last powerful thrust deep inside her, you let out a hoarse grunt and explode, filling her with your hot seed as she clamps down tightly around your shaft. Her body convulses beneath you again, as if to milk every drop from your cock. You collapse on top of her, chest heaving as you struggle to catch your breath while you both try to regain some sense of composure in the aftermath of their passionate encounter...
Lying there under Luther's heavy breath and weight, she felt both satisfied yet guilty at the same time. Her heart raced and her cheeks flushed as he finally came inside her. Their bodies tangled together in this awkward embrace, it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. "Luther..." she whispers his name, her voice barely audible above their ragged breathing.
His chest rose and fell as he took in deep shuddering breaths, struggling to catch his breath. His eyes were closed tightly, his expression a mix of satisfaction and regret as his fingers traced gently along the contours of her back. "I'm sorry..." He finally managed to whisper hoarsely. "It just... happened."
She stayed silent, not sure what to say. Part of her wanted him to apologize more, another part just wanted him to forget about it and move on as if nothing happened. But she knew that neither option was likely. With a sigh, she shifted slightly underneath him, making contact with his skin as their bodies pressed together even tighter. "It's... fine..." she finally replied softly, trying not to sound too dismissive or bitter about the whole thing.
He sighed, leaning down and kissing her gently on the lips. His hand moved to cup her face, thumb stroking across her cheekbone. "It's not fine," he says softly. "I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that."
Tilting her head back slightly, she looked up at him with soft, apologetic eyes. "I know... I shouldn't have... worn that," she whispered, referring to her thin silk robe. Her heart raced as she felt his warm breath on her face. "It was reckless of me... We should probably talk about this later."
He sighed, leaning down and kissing her gently on the lips. His hand moved to cup her face, thumb stroking across her cheekbone. "It's not fine," he says softly. "I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that."
"It's... alright, I suppose..." She murmured, her eyes still closed as she tried to convince herself that what had just happened wasn't as bad as it felt. Part of her wanted to be angry at him for crossing the line and violating her trust, but another part was strangely turned on by the idea that he found her attractive enough to want to bed her in the first place.