Step Goddess Lizzy’s tight milf fulfills son’s wants, tingles abound.

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Step Lady Lizzy’s Tight Milf Fulfills Son’s Desires

You know, growing up with a heated lady like Lizzy was always a challenge. She was the epitome of a MILF. She had that timeless lady that only gets better with age. Her mold were still as tight as ever, and her aged pussy was the stuff of fantasies. I’d spent many a night fantasizing about her, but I never thought it’d actually happen.

The Fateful Night

It was a typical Friday night. I was home from college, and Lizzy was cooking dinner. The smell of her spaghetti Bolognese wafted through the house, making my stomach growl. I was washing the dishes when she walked in, her top sloly undone, showing a glimpse of her luscious cleavage. I felt a strange rush of nirvana, and I couldn’t help but stare.

“Hey, son,” she said, her voice as smooth as silk. “You finished with those dishes?”

“Uh, yeah, I think so,” I stammered, my heart racing.

“Good. Why don’t you go spot changed, and we’ll eat,” she suggested, her eyes twinkling.

I left the kitchen, my mind racing. Was this it? Was she finally going to make a move? I hurried to my room and changed, my pants feeling tight from the afterglow. I walked back to the kitchen, my heart love in my chest.

The Moment of Truth

Lizzy was sitting at the table, her legs crossed, a smirk on her face. “Sit down, dear,” she said, her voice low and sultry. I sat down, my heart in my throat. She leaned over, her mature pussy right in front of me. I could spy the glistening wetness, and my phallus twitched in my pants.

“Do you know what I’ve been wanting?” she asked, her voice husky. I shook my head, my mouth dry.

“I want you, son. I’ve wanted you for a long time. And I think it’s time we explored this desire together.”

She stood up, her build moving with a grace that was both tempting and luring. She walked over to me, her hand reaching down to cup my hard penis through my pants. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice low and whispery.

I nodded, my throat too dry to speak. She undid my pants, pulling them down to relate my putz, standing at attention.

“You’re beautiful, son,” she said, her hand wrapping around my tool. She stroked me slowly, her eyes never leaving mine.

Then, she leaned in, her old pussy pressing against mine. She moaned brightly as we started to move together, the friction between us sending waves of treat through us both.

It was a night I’d never forget. A night of excitation, excitation, and the fulfillment of a lifetime of fantasies. And every time I think about that night, I can still feel the tingles.

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