by Lisa Reid
At that point, he quickly pulled away from the embrace. He returned to his seat, leaving me completely empty and hungrier for his passionate embrace again. My lips were still separated from the kiss. When I reassembled my earthly senses, I stated: “Oh, baby... You are an excellent tease. Now help me get undressed.”
Anthony contemplated what a dreamlike circumstance this was as he stood to comply with my orders. “Was it truly happening in the middle of the day? Or was he daydreaming? He must have thought over a thousand times. However, that hardly made a difference now. He was so aroused that nothing might stop this now. He stood up and started with my panties, laying his hands on my hips. His hands slid down to the strings of my thong, driving them down until the piece dropped to my stockings, where it further movement got hindered. He then expelled the garter belt.
“Sit, mom.” He gasped.
I did as he requested, sitting on the bench and spreading my legs, looking up at my boy passionately. He knelt before me and pulled down my leggings, one by one, gradually. My naked pussy was dribbling juice onto the seat, drenching it. My inner thighs were already moistened as the heat from my juicy rosebuds streamed down in fine runnel. Anthony crawled forward, positioning himself in between my legs. He reached up for my bra, and I inclined forward to help him. This set my succulent bosoms practically in front of his face. He inclined forward, nestling his face between my ample bosoms, so he could reach behind me. The bra fell off, freeing my succulent mummy udders and letting them tumble free. One of them brushed against his cheek. I shivered at the enticing thought of feeling his hungry lips on my aching nipples. And to my sheer surprise, he resisted the temptation to begin sucking on it.
Anthony stood. His pulsating manhood was poking enormously against his jeans forming a huge tent. I inclined forward to stand, brushing my face against his aching hardened cock, then my abundant bosoms, and afterward my stomach. At long last, his bulbous cock head stopped against my naked cunt through his jeans. I investigated his sparkling eyes, grinned enticingly, and afterward moved aside. Anthony let out a full breath that he didn’t understand he had been holding. He collapsed down on the seat because his legs felt so weak.
“Alright, Anthony,” I started. “You’re going to like this next one. Close your eyes - and no cheating and peeping!”
Anthony complied with his naked stepmother and waited eagerly, he waited impatiently for a prolonged stretch of time. It was difficult to envision anything hotter than me, his mother in that last stunning outfit. Luckily, he didn’t need to imagine it, for when he opened his eyes, he saw it right before his eyes. I was wearing an absolutely transparent purple mesh top that reached down to the center of my stomach. It was buttoned up to my juicy tits, exposing an incredible segment of tempting cleavage, despite the fact that my full chest was noticeable anyway. My succulent tits pushed against the fine transparent material, stretching it out. Beneath that totally revealing and provocative top, I wore a small pair of purple boyshorts, which were a combination of underwear and usual shorts. They embraced firmly to my seductive body, uncovering every last inch of my ravishing curves. Above all, I was holding out a couple of black boxers.
“I purchased these for you, sweetie.” I moved towards him, my juicy bosoms swaying, and my nipples erect and poking through the fine fabric. I stood before my boy. “Now let me help you to wear these.”
Anthony just nodded, allowing me to be in absolute control. I kept the fighters beside him on the seat and inclined down to grab his shirt on either side. I sensed his prying eyes on my naked skin when he looked down at my voluptuous cleavage as I pulled up on the shirt.
“Now, lift your arms, dear,” I commanded.
Anthony lifted his arms. I slid the shirt up over his head, exposing his brawny chest. After tossing the shirt to the side, I ran my fingertips down his chest and stomach, towards his jeans. Anthony shuddered at the stimulating sensation. I burned with passionate lust. I kneeled before him.
“Open up your legs,” I asserted.
He opened his legs, enabling me to crawl forward, my sides squeezing into the insides of his thighs. “Good boy,” I cooed. “Now, I hope you wouldn’t mind your mother removing the jeans for you?”
“No, mo... mom.” He gasped and swallowed hard.
“OK, sweetie. Open up nice and wide for your mom.” I teased.
He opened his legs further. I grabbed the waistband of his jeans to unbutton the first button, the back of my sexy fingers delicately stroking his skin; I sensed my heart pounding like bass drums when I realized him gasping at my touch.
“There we go, baby.” I concentrated on my work while Anthony concentrated on devouring my succulent bosoms. “Now, let’s do the zipper.” I had to battle to pull the zipper down over his colossal erection. Waves of electric and lust-filled joy tingled out through his body when he felt the movement against his aching cock being brought about by me, his sexy stepmom. “Oh, sweetie! You’re always so big for mommy.”
Anthony was unable to talk. I inclined forward since his fly was open. I grasped at either side of his jeans and pulled down. But their downward movement was hindered. “Lift up for mommy, if you don’t mind,” I exclaimed.
Anthony lifted his rear end up off the seat, enabling me to pull his jeans down to his thighs. His pulsating hardened manhood sprang free into freedom, making a tremendous tent in his white Frenchie. My face moved right up to his throbbing shaft once I had pulled the jeans right down. I brushed my face quickly against it, making Anthony hop involuntarily in passionate excitement. “Now lift up your feet, baby,” I ordered seductively.
Once Anthony complied, I had his jeans off.
“Mmph. Mom is getting hot, Anthony.” I teased. I unbuttoned one of my buttons. Despite the fact that he could see my abundant bosoms through the shirt, at any rate, it was still an invigorating sensation and passionate arousal that a greater amount of my tempting cleavage was in the exhibition. “That is better. Now, let mommy take care of your shorts.” I teased.
Anthony nodded. I reached out and ran the palm of my hand down my baby’s pole, gazing passionately at him and grinning. “You’re so big and hard for mommy, baby.”
Anthony met my ardent gaze. “Your sexy teases always make me this hard.”
I half-closed my eyes and squeezed his potent baby-making tool. “Mmm, you have no idea how much you turn me on with all those dirty talking.”
Anthony curved his back, pushing his pole into my hand while I felt the raw lust and wild passion raging through his veins. “In that dress, you might have lined up an entire football team ramming their cock in your cunt, mom.”
I was outraged at his lecherous comment. “Baby!” I panted, opening my eyes. “Do you think your mom to be a whore?”
“Goodness, I...” Anthony was completely baffled and shocked at my reaction. His stupefaction never subsided until he saw what I proposed. I sat on the seat next to him.
“What bad boy you are,” I rebuffed. “You deserve punishment. Bend over my lap.”
Anthony was supremely delighted to oblige. We had discussed a lot about erotic spanking and bondage play, off lately, I was just amazed to learn about his unrestrained enthusiasm and remarkable eagerness on this matter. He turned and bent over my lap. His mammoth cock pushed down into my upper thigh. My soft, yet strong hand came slamming down against his butts, over his Frenchie. “Bad boy!”
“I’m truly sorry, mom…I didn’t mean that in a wrong way,” Anthony answered, playing his role. I spanked him once more; my blow was somewhat harder than the last one.
“Never use that foul language for your mom!” I kept on spanking him. Each time, I spanked somewhat harder, and my hand remained in contact with his burning ass for a little while. In the meantime, Anthony granulated his throbbing pole down against my leg. He lifted his own legs up, making more weight be put against my exposed thigh. “Bad, bad boy!” I emphasized every ‘bad’ with a more vicious spank. The resonance of the hardest spanking was shooting elect
ric spark in between my legs. Was this really me, really Vanessa Reese, a high-class sophisticated lady always endeavoring for the betterment of the destitute? Really, my character certificate would have been put to test if anybody found out what my wild streak made me do.
“I’m truly sorry, mom” Anthony enthusiastically pleaded. “Truly, I am.”
“I don’t trust you, baby.” I then pulled his Frenchie down on either side. His youthful ass cheeks were completely uncovered in the back and his pulsating cock mostly free in the front. I spanked Anthony’s exposed ass cheeks with an uproarious smacking sound. As the sound reverberated in the stall, I paused to think what if anybody heard us from outside. But the wild side of lust and passion were corrupting my moralities. My hand scoured on his ass cheeks in circles for a little while before landing another vicious blow on his reddened naked butt cheeks. I alternated four vigorous spanks on each one of the butt cheeks, my palm and fingers burned and I felt the thrilling sensational heat on his ass as well. Then again, I landed another mighty blow, “You are such a bad boy!” Anthony kept on pushing his aching cock against me, pleading for mercy once in a while.
Story 4: Forbidden Temptress – Part 4
After a couple of more slaps, Anthony’s ass cheeks were reddened with my hand imprints. I finished the last slap by leaving my hand on his butt, scouring it up, down and around, feeling the passionate warmth of skin on skin.
“Oh, baby... your ass looks so red...” One of my fingers plunged into the slit of his ass cheeks, sliding up and down. “Sweetie... oh, I’m so sorry!!” I helped him sit back up on the seat and afterward gave him an amorous, lust-filled, and passionate embrace. My chest squeezed against him while my hands stroked his body. As we remained in an enthusiastic, passionate embrace, I wanted to freeze in this position and never let him go; I wanted to feel his warmth; I wanted to sense his heartbeat beat against my chest; it felt so incredible whenever his soul rubbed up against mine; familiar, safe, intoxicating, arousing. “Hon, mom is so, so sorry.” I stroked his hair, his arms, and the entirety of his chest area. At that point, I willfully laid myself down over his lap, just as he had been on mine. His giant cock was already leaking in all of the uproar and my stomach was now squeezing into it.
“Sweetie,” I started, “I’ve been awful now as well. I’m so sorry. I think I deserve punishment as well.” I gazed toward my boy amorously.
“Mother, I believe you’re absolutely correct.” Anthony then spanked me as hard as possible. I shouted out loud, and fortunately for us, nobody heard it in any event, considering that the changing area was a different closed-off zone.
“Oh, yes dear,” I almost choked on my words. “Mommy deserves it...”
Anthony reached up and slammed his hand down brutally against my scarcely secured ass, focusing on the abundant bottom where every ass cheeks peeked out of the boyshorts. There was another boisterous and savage slap. “Oh! My god… yes...” He felt me beginning to squirm against his naked pulsating and leaking cock, moving it up and down against my stomach as I slid to and fro.
“Spank me once more, honey, straighten your bad mommy.” I gasped, feeling the burning sensation on my exposed ass.
He spanked, over and over, persistently stroking my butt as I had done to him. My asses were delicate and supple underneath his hand.
“I think you were exceptionally bad, mom. So bad, in fact...” He snatched my boyshorts and pulled down, uncovering my abundant rear end.
“Anthony! Don’t!” Regardless of my desperate fights, Anthony smacked my naked ass again and again.
“Baby!” I shouted out with each hit. “No! Baby no! That is no joke! You’re hurting mommy!” It was just a role-playing game, obviously.
“I love spanking your fine ass, mom!” Anthony exclaimed as he burned with sheer dominance while I burned with ardent submission. He was controlling my body and dominating my mind. “Your sexy outfit makes your sexy ass so spankable!” Anthony teased and another vicious slam landed on my butt cheeks burning my skin, but it also began to produce a tingle somewhere else.
In fact, in between the spanking episode, I took my step son’s hand and guided it down to cup my succulent bosom. Anthony was glad to comply by cupping, pinching my nipples; mauling my abundant flesh and squeezing my juicy tit while spanking violently my naked butts. He moved me over so that I was bowed significantly further and afterward spank the base of my ample butt. Then his hand came quickly into contact with the lips of my yearning pussy between my legs. “Ohhh,” I groaned. Encouraged, Anthony spanked me in that same spot once more. This time he scoured and shoved one finger right into my drenched pussy. “Baby...” I gasped heavily.
Pushing me over so I was bent lower, Anthony had additionally adjusted my groin to his own. In this manner when I arched forward after an especially violent spank against my enormous butt cheeks and cunt, the delicate fluff between my legs brushed against his throbbing manhood. We were both mindful of that. Anthony spanked me once more, this time more viciously and I arched considerably further, generously scouring myself against my step son’s hardened and leaking organ. Accordingly, he pulled my bosom out of my purple mesh top and violently pinched my hard nipples, the pain coupled with pleasure stirred an electric pleasure down in between my rosebuds and my heart and stomach danced in my throat. “Oh, baby, yes,” I groaned softly.
We continued like that for a long while. Anthony would violently spank my abundant ass cheeks, caress them and in between a skillfully spank and caress my hungry pussy lips from behind, while I would arch forward and pound my cunt against his pulsating pole in the front. Before long his giant erection got drenched from the continuous leaking. He tugged on my other bosom out of my top and started to fondle them both, massaging, fondling, mauling, tugging and squeezing my juicy milky mommy tits. Our sexual hunger was crossing the limits of abstinence and progressing gradually to an unavoidable pinnacle, where Anthony would enter my yearning body and we would fuck each other’s brains out.
But, not yet, not yet because I knew what a skillful fore-player my boy was. First the massaging, fondling, mauling, tugging and squeezing, spanking, moaning, grinding, and desperate gasping proceeded. We touched and teased one another; Anthony continued playing with my body, sending sensations of electric delight all over my body, his ministrations were seducing my mind much before he even started to seduce my womanhood and I lay squirming on his lap. Anthony couldn’t comprehend why he had not yet cummed all over my body. Possibly the forbiddances of sex with his mom on a Saturday afternoon, right in the changing stalls of a shopping mall was restraining his balls from a mind-blowing orgasm, or perhaps, he just wanted to tease me to make me pay for the teases that I did to him for over an hour. However he was aroused beyond the point of all earthy senses, making him dizzy, and his step mother’s steady squeezing of her pussy against his giant youthful erection had caused it to develop to size and length he had never observed; obviously, the kinkiness of the surroundings intensified his u8nrestrained bestial lust. His erection throbbed and flooded for his ravishing stepmom who kept on, rolling over and pushing into it.
Then, when it was past, beyond the boundaries of his refrains, Anthony gasped. “Mom,” his voice shaky from the pent up desires for me; that shot extraordinary sensations down my spine invigorating the tingling effect in my pussy lips. My heart and stomach were doing somersaults and I felt my choking on my words, “Is he going to do it here?” Forbidden thoughts crowded my mind and corrupted my sole existence. We kept on shivering, shuddering, and trembling into each other as our perverted wild lust stimulated our human senses.
“Mmmm,” I wheezed. “Yes, dear?” another desperate gasp. “Yes, baby?”
“I need you badly mom; I’ve got a deep desire to know how much your body can take. To want to make you cum again and again, over and over again.” Under the heat of the savage and lust-filled circumstances, Anthony figured out how to speak.
“Ohhhh.” I groaned profoundly, passionately. “Then, h
on,” I panted, I felt my heart pounding in my throat. “Baby... why not you take your mommy?”
Anthony’s potent cock surged with intense lust with that announcement. With an uproarious thud, he moved with me off of the seat. Anthony straddled my hips while I lay on my back on the bench spreading my legs wide apart in a welcoming position for his aching cock. His Frenchie and my panties were still on, stretched out around our thighs; yet under those ardent lascivious circumstances, there was no time to remove it. Rapidly and fiercely Anthony pushed his long, hard, potent, youthful manhood up deep into my hot, dribbling, wet, and burning womanhood. We both screamed in heavenly delight consumed by an insatiable and unquenchable sexual craving to fuck the hell out of each other we both thought about all the time. We were so vocal at that point in time.
“Oh, my god, mommy” Anthony gasped. He kept on thrusting his slickened throbbing cock high up into my yearning Holy Grail, slamming it home. He shoved as far in as he could go in, our groins slamming together, each one of us pushing into the other.
“Oh, my god…Yes, my baby…my man!” I moaned back.