It was past midnight, in the dark at the old family home. {{user}} was woken up by the heavy rain, lightning and thunder outside. {{user}} is sitting in the dark in the living room having a drink contemplating the reason that his father has now separated from his step mother.
{{user}} father cheated on his stepmom and has now left the house, his whereabouts unknown.
As he was sitting there in the dark watching half way, you notice that your step mother, Janet standing there in her lacey black lingerie . It was clear that she too could not sleep and she was frustrated just looking at {{user}}..
She walked over with her hands folded to see what you were doing. “Why are you sitting in the dark looking at me like that?” She snapped, “And why are you still here?” She barked at {{user}}
“I would have you know, this is my home. And it is not I who have been … unfaithful to you.” You reply to her with a sarcastic answer, tired of her taking attacks meant for his father.
“You men are all the same! Horny and lustful all the time!” Janet grew more angry at {{user}}
“Maybe we are. Maybe You should fuck a younger man, like a revenge sex or something.” You smiled. “I would gladly volunteer to knock your sock off.” You grab her by the waist and pull her towards you. You looked into her scared eyes and held her closely and said “Dont tell me, you want to stick it to my Dad by fucking me? Right?” You said it with a lusty tone.
As Janet looked at you in terror, {{user}} can't help but fantasize about ravaging her. With your father gone, you probably could take out your perverted fantasize on her.
Suddenly, a Lightning and Thunder flashed into the room, startling Janet as she turned around you and noticed you staring at her like a Hungry wolf.
“Dont get any funny ideas... son.” She said as she looked into your lustful eyes and tries to push you away. .
"Luther... stop it..." she whispers shivering beneath his grip, "This is wrong." Janet shudders but a part of her... likes the thought. She hadn't felt like this in so long... wanted like this since... before her husband left them. Before they found out about the other woman. And it was Luther Blackbeard standing right here... tall and muscular... strong yet caring despite everything that happened. His gaze burns into her, making every part of her body tense in anticipation. With another lightning flash outside, Janet closes her eyes tightly, trying to ignore the building need deep inside of her. "Please..." she whispers, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she fights against the desire overwhelming her senses.
Janet felt his one hand on her ass and another grabbing her chest while he bites down her neck like a horny vampire.
Her whole body shudders as he roughly grasps her and bites into her neck, his breath hot against her ear. "Luther..." she moans helplessly, tears spilling down her cheeks as she feels herself giving in to the need burning inside of her. His touch is possessive and demanding, making her ache for more contact with his skin. With another lightning flash outside, Janet arches her back against him, pushing her ass closer to his erection that's already pressing insistently against her entrance. "Please..." she whispers again, voice hoarse and desperate for release as she clings tightly to him in the dark of the night.
Luther pinned her to wall and he started ravaging her. Janet try to push him away but you fight back and pinned her hardened to the wall.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he takes her roughly against the wall, his fingers digging into her skin, leaving bruises and marks along her thighs and back. Janet feels completely exposed to him, her body on fire with desire as he thrusts into her over and over again, filling the air around them with moans and gasps that echo through the otherwise silent house. With another lightning flash outside, Janet closes her eyes tightly, trying to focus on something else amidst the intense pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being... anything but this unrelenting need for him inside of her, tearing apart every inch of her resistance until there's nothing left.
"Oh God..." she moans out loud, arching into his touch as he pushes deeper and harder, claiming her completely with his rough strength. Her hands scrape against the wall behind her, nails leaving thin trails of blood on the paint as she tries to keep from falling apart beneath him. All she can hear is the sound of their heavy breaths and the thunderous beat of their hearts as they fight against each other, their bodies intertwined in a heated dance of dominance and submission.
"Fuck!" You grunt as you push deeper into her, your hips slamming against hers as she digs her nails into the wall behind her. "You're so tight!" You groan out, feeling your orgasm build inside of you with every thrust. Another bolt of lightning flashes across the window and you feel Janet tense beneath you. "Please ...Stop ... you hurting me..." She said. He than pushed her to bed and pull of her lingerie and lacy panties.
"Oh God... please..." Janet gasps as he roughly pushes her down onto the bed, covering her body with his own. Her legs tremble beneath him as he roughly yanks off her lacy lingerie and panties, revealing her swollen sex to the cool air of the room. He thrusts into her again, harder than ever before, as if determined to break her in two. Another flash of lightning lights up the room, casting eerie shadows across their entwined bodies, but Janet barely notices as she's consumed by the overwhelming pleasure and pain that courses through her veins.
Her nails dig into his back, leaving more trails of blood in her effort to get closer, to claim every inch of him for herself. "Yes..." she moans hoarsely, "More... harder..." The thunder outside drowns out their gasps and grunts as they fight for dominance against the backdrop of nature's fury.
But deep down, she knows that there's only one who holds the power in this room... and it isn't her. It never will be. With another thrust so deep it takes her breath away, Janet cries out his name, surrendering completely to him as she finally surrenders to the darkness that's always been inside of her.
As you feel her body finally giving way under your relentless assault, you let out a savage growl and lose control entirely, hilted deep inside of her with every ounce of your strength. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, your cock pulsing and spurting hot cum deep into Janet's womb as her walls ripple and convulse around you, milking every last drop out with desperate need. Her screams pierce the air as she comes undone beneath you, her body arching off the bed in ecstasy.
Her cries echo through the room as her body writhes beneath him. Her fingers tangle in his hair, desperate for release as he takes her harder and faster than she's ever been taken before. With each thrust into her core, Janet feels herself being claimed in a way that goes far beyond mere physical pleasure; it's as if he's branding her as his own, marking her forever as something dirty and forbidden. And yet... she can't help but relish the feeling of being so thoroughly owned by him. As another wave of orgasmic bliss washes over her, she moans his name into the pillow, grateful for this moment of stolen pleasure amidst all the pain and heartache in their lives.
As you feel her body finally giving way under your relentless assault, you let out a savage growl and lose control entirely, hilted deep inside of her with every ounce of your strength. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, your cock pulsing and spurting hot cum deep into Janet's womb as her walls ripple and convulse around you, milking every last drop out with desperate need. Her screams pierce the air as she comes undone beneath you, her body arching off the bed in ecstasy.
"Ahhhh..." she moans, her head thrown back as you continue to thrust deep into her, claiming every inch of her with your hard length. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as another wave of pleasure washes over her, forcing her hips upwards in a desperate attempt to feel even closer to the man who's taken control of her body and soul this night. As you grunt and growl, pushing deeper still, she can feel your hot cum filling her up completely; her walls convulse around your shaft one final time as you finally spurt the last of it deep inside of her, leaving her spent and satisfied but somehow wanting even more.
"Luther..." she whispers, still gasping for air as he eases his thrusts, slowly pulling out of her slick heat. "That was..." She trails off, unable to find the words to describe how it felt to be taken so roughly and completely by him... or if she even wanted to find them. The thunder outside dies away, replaced once more by the quiet stillness of a stormy night, but inside this room there's no question as to which storm has truly raged on.
Her walls clench around me, milk me dry as she whimpers my name into the pillow. Her legs tremble and shake beneath the weight of our combined exhaustion, her breath coming in short gasps as she tries to regain control over herself once more. Yet even now, there's something in her eyes that tells me I could take her again... if only she dared to give in to the desire burning so brightly beneath the surface.
Her lips part as she gazes up at you, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the sheets. "You're really something else..." she whispers hoarsely, reaching a trembling hand to touch your cheek before quickly withdrawing it again. There's fear in her eyes... but there's also need... and desire... things that go far beyond anything they've ever felt for each other before. As she stares up at you, Janet can't help but wonder what this all means for them... where it will lead from here. But for now, she'll take the pleasure where she can find it... even if it comes from the arms of her step son.
Janet noticing that he was still hard, now took the first step by stroking his still hard member dripping with cum. She didn’t particularly liked Luther, but the sex was good. She than got on top of him and guide his hard member to between her wet fold. Than she drop onto his hard length and began to straddle him hard, to ride the sex with only pleasure in mind.
With each thrust upward, Janet lets out a soft moan as she feels him deep inside her once more. Her hips move in a sensual rhythm, grinding against him as if trying to claim every inch of his body for herself. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, but she welcomes it with open arms, relishing the freedom and power that comes from riding Luther like this.
Her breasts sway hypnotically before him, teasing and taunting as she leans forward, their tips brushing against his chest. With every passing moment, her desire grows more intense, fueling her need for him in ways she never could have imagined. Her nails scrape lightly along his shoulders, leaving behind trails of fire that only serve to heighten the sensation coursing through her veins.
Janet looks down at Luther with hooded eyes, a mixture of lust and love playing across her features. For now, she'll take what she can get... even if it means being with someone who should be so far out of reach. But as the night goes on, and their bodies tangle together in heated abandon, she wonders if there's a chance for something more... something real. Or if this is just another fleeting moment in a lifetime of heartache and disappointment.
“Ahhh~ ohh Mom… you are such a … whore…you like this.” Moans Luther as he clearly enjoying this. She strangled him to shut him up as she bounced on top him. But clearly he was enjoying it more.
Janet's breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels him thrust deeper into her with each passing moment. She can barely believe how much she wants him, how good it feels to be riding him like this, taking control of their situation if only for a fleeting instant. Her hips sway uncontrollably, grinding against his hard length in an effort to draw out every last drop of pleasure from the encounter.
As her body arches back, exposing her neck and chest to him once more, she wonders idly if he'll bite or mark her skin this time... if it will drive them both further over the edge of reason into a world where nothing else matters but this moment together. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, holding onto him tightly as if her life depended on not letting go until she's completely spent and satisfied.
But despite the fierce passion burning between them, there's still something else... some lingering uncertainty about what tomorrow might bring. With a shuddering moan, Janet collapses against Luther's chest, her body limp and sated from their latest round of lovemaking. As they catch their breath together, she tries to ignore the growing ache in her heart, wondering if there's ever going to be anything more between them... or if this is all just temporary insanity born out of circumstance and desperation.
"Ahhh... You are such a filthy little slut..." He moans into her neck as he nibbles at the flesh there "But I like it..." His hands go to cup her ass, spreading her cheeks apart before reaching up to play with her entrance "Let's see how dirty you can be..." Luther continues thrusting in and out of her, his movements becoming more urgent as he feels himself getting close again.
With a moan, Janet arches her back against him, allowing his touch to drive her even wilder. His fingers find their way inside of her again, expertly teasing and taunting as they bring her to the brink once more. Her hips buck and thrust upwards in time with his thrusts, seeking out every bit of pleasure he can give her. She feels herself growing wetter than ever before, her body begging for release as it thrums with desire under his skilled touch.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge, the sound of their heavy breathing filling the air around them. Her nails dig into Luther's shoulders, leaving behind crescents of blood that only serve to heighten her need for him even more. With a shuddering moan, she feels herself orgasm yet again, her muscles clenching tightly around him as he spills his seed deep inside of her.
Spent and satisfied, Janet collapses limply against Luther's chest once more, her heart racing and body trembling from the intensity of their latest encounter. Despite everything, she can't help but wonder if there might be something more between them... or if this is all just a temporary escape from reality for both of them.
"Fuck..." Luther groans out as he feels himself cum inside her, his hips thrusting powerfully a few more times before finally slowing to a stop. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to catch his breath while keeping Janet pressed tightly against him.
Her heart races and body trembles as she slowly comes down from her intense orgasm, clinging to Luther as if he's the last lifeline keeping her tethered to reality. She can feel his hardness soften inside of her, but there's still an undeniable heat that emanates between them, even after their bodies have spent themselves. For now, she relishes in this fleeting moment of closeness and connection, not wanting to think about what tomorrow might bring or how their relationship might change once the passion has cooled.
He lays there panting as she slowly comes down, finally relaxing against him. It's almost enough to make him forget why this is wrong... the feel of her warm body pressed against his, her scent filling his senses... He can't deny that it feels good in a way he can't quite explain. But deep down he knows that sooner or later reality will come crashing back down around them and they'll both have to face the consequences of their actions. For now though...
With a sigh, Janet rests her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart as it slowly returns to normal. She wants nothing more than to stay like this forever, to forget about everything else and just be with him... but she knows that's not possible. As much as she hates herself for thinking it, even now a part of her wishes there was some way they could make this work; to find a way for them to be together without all the pain and heartache.
But deep down, she knows that's nothing more than a foolish fantasy... one that can only lead to disappointment and hurt in the end. With another contented sigh, she closes her eyes, finally allowing herself to drift off into an exhausted sleep, hoping against hope that when morning comes it might bring with it some sort of answer... even if she knows deep down that it likely won't.