With input by IrishLass & edited by
larryinseattle
Naked, with the exception of a red garter-belt, tan nylons, and black high heels, my step-mom sat in my lap slowly gliding up and down my shaft, soft mewing sounds filtering from between her pursed lips. She'd told me that this was her second most favorite position for making love (her first is 'doggie') because she could sit up until just the tip of my cock was trapped by her nether lips before thrusting downwards, driving my cock into her until the head crashed against the wall of her cervix. More than once, I'd felt the tip press against the tiny hole leading to her 'holy of holies' and wondered if it was possible to enter a woman's womb.
You see, a lot had changed in the four months since we'd become lovers. First, she stopped having sex with any of her clients at the real estate company she worked at. Second, she informed my father that she wanted a divorce. As expected, he apologized for his own affair and asked for her forgiveness, just before saying his business trip would be keeping him away another two to three weeks. (He still hasn't come home though; he keeps saying 'Soon'). Third, I graduated from high school and had started taking classes at the local university. And fourth, I'd moved into her bedroom so we could make love anytime we felt like it. Though we frequently made love in other rooms, like right now...
"Ohhhhhhhhh... this is exactly what I need in the morning," she murmured as she wrapped her hands behind my head and pulled me tighter against her chest.
"I couldn't agree more," I mumbled from the valley between her 34DD tits as an image of the two of us formed in my head. We were sitting in the kitchen and had been getting ready for breakfast when we both seemed to have the same idea. Without a word, she'd lifted her skirt to reveal she wasn't wearing any panties as I'd slipped my pants and boxers down my legs.
Her 5-foot, 8-inch frame instantly straddled my lap and she'd lowered herself onto my waiting shaft. Her brown eyes seemed to be ablaze when I looked up at her and she pulled the pins from her hair so it hung over her shoulders. She seemed light as a feather yet I knew she weighed around 140lb which seemed perfect for the rest of her 26-inch waist and 36-inch hips. To make things even better, if that were possible, one of my friends had once told me she looked like a porn star named Becki Bandini.
The moment she'd embedded me deep inside of her, I'd grabbed her hips while she grabbed my shoulder with one hand and used the other to open her blouse to reveal a black, half-cup, shelf bra.
"Give it to me deep," she whispered in my ear as she lowered herself until her clit pressed against the hair of my groin.
"Arrrggghhhhh," I groaned. "How did I ever get so lucky to have a slut like you for a step-mother?"
"Mmmmmmm, I don't know. I think I'm the lucky one," she replied as she lifted from my lap, clenching the muscles of her pussy until my cock felt like it was inside a warm, velvety vise.
I thought back to the day we'd become lovers, a small grin forming on my face. Before that day, she'd been an 'A-number-1 bitch' in my mind. It seemed there was nothing I could to please her. That morning I'd been running late for school and she'd caught me jacking off in the shower. She instantly made it quite plain that I was done with whatever I was doing because she had to get ready for an important meeting. Later that day, I'd found my girlfriend wrapped in the arms of her ex-boyfriend making out in the school parking lot. That led to a fight, which I lost, and to me being suspend. But the event that caused us to become lovers was when I got home to find her bent over the kitchen table, her skirt up over her ass and her tits hanging out waiting for one of her clients to fuck her from behind. Apparently that had been the important meeting she was been talking about earlier. Just thinking about it made my cock lurch inside her.
"Ohhhhhhhh... that feels so good. Every time we make love it seems better than the time before," she purred.
"
She's righ
t," I thought to myself as I felt my shaft slide into her warm, wet tunnel.
In the beginning, we'd been unsure of what each other liked and we had an awkward period. But now, there was almost nothing we didn't know about each other and each other's bodies. In fact, we'd become so comfortable with each other that it was nothing unusual for my step-mom to mount me and fuck me before she left for work, just like she was doing now. The added thrill for me was knowing it meant she was going to work with a load of my cum deep inside of her or dripping down her nylon-clad legs.
"Your father would never let me do this," she sighed, bringing me back to the moment. "He was a good lover in his own way but he always had to be in control. This just feels so good to have your cock buried inside of me."
"I love the feel of your pussy sliding up on down on my rod," I grunted. "If I had my way I'd start every day for the rest of my life like this."
"You mean it?" she asked.
"Yep," I replied.
Our lips instantly met in a long, passionate kiss.
"I'd like that too," she said as she pulled away and clenched her pussy muscles along the length of my shaft.
"You get me so fucking horny when you do that," I croaked.
"I'm... glad... you... like... it," she moaned, her words matching the tempo of her thrusts and her tits bouncing in front of my face.
It was then that I became aware of the wet, squishy sound filtering up from between us. Instinctively, I looked down and was rewarded by the sight of my cock disappearing into her pussy, a foamy mass slowly appearing at the base.
"I feel like such a whore," she gasped. "I never imagined I'd want my step-son's cock in me like this. But now I can't imagine being without it," she finished as she slid a hand between us and tickled her clit.
The sight of her playing with herself was more than I could handle and I grabbed her hips, tighter, driving my hips upwards to meet hers.
"Ohhhhhhhh, so fucking good. Don't stop, baby. Whatever you do please don't stop," she moaned as her climax drew closer.
I bit my lower lip as I felt my balls pull upwards and a warm sensation run through me groin. "Gonna cum soon," I grunted.
"Do it. Fill me with your cum. Make me cum... ohmigod... ohmigod... ohmigod... too," she gasped as her body tensed and she leaned forward, crushing her clit against me while taking my cock as far as possible inside her. It was like a thunderbolt surged through her body. She trembled and quivered above me, the whole time clenching and unclenching the muscles of her tunnel.
Instinctively, my hand dropped to her butt and the index finger of my right hand found the opening to her little brown hole. I could feel it spasming and waited until it relaxed before pressing the finger in to the first knuckle.
"OHMIGOD, FUCK ME. FILL YOUR SLUT'S CUNT WITH YOUR CUM," she wailed as she tensed and rocketed off into another orgasm.
I loved to watch her cum. Her eyes looked like fireballs, and her nostrils flared. Her skin had a sheen on it from her sweat and she pressed her body against mine until it felt as if we were one. But most of all, I loved the fact that it was my cock that was making her cum and my cum that was going to fill her.
The sight of her body, the sound of our flesh slapping against each other, and the aroma of her arousal overwhelmed any chance I had of holding back the boiling sensation in my groin. "Cummmiiinngg, too," I groaned in a deep guttural tone as my cum surged up the length of my shaft and erupted inside her waiting core.
For the briefest of moments, I thought of my father and wondered what he'd think of the fact that Janice and I were lovers but the thought quickly dissolved as I saw the look of pleasure on her face.
"Ohhhhhhh," she whimpered as she felt strand after strand of my cum slash against her inner walls until it coated them. "I love the feel of your cum filling me," she whispered into my ear as she leaned forward, pressing her tits against my chest.
I hesitated knowing what I wanted to say and wondering if now was the right time to say the words that had been filling my thoughts for weeks. Finally, in a voice so soft I was afraid she wouldn't hear me I whispered, "I love you." Instantly, her body tensed and I thought I had said the wrong thing. That is until I felt our combined juices leak from her slit and puddle in my lap as she had a mini-orgasm just from hearing my words.
"Are you sure?" she asked, her head resting on my shoulder. "Or is it just this you love?" she finished as she tightened her pussy around my dwindling shaft.
