Stepmother confronts smoking, disturbed.

My stepmother finds me smoking. Part 2. I suck her rich aging pussy

Stepmother’s Smoking Confrontation Turns into a Wicked Meetings

Boy, let me tell ya, the day I walked into that house and saw that smokin’ horny stepmom of mine puffing away on a cigarette, well, it was a sight for sore eyes. Sarah, she was called, and she was every inch the mature wife I’d been dreaming about. Her bod were soft and smooth, and her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint that had me hooked from the get-go.

The Smoking Confrontation

I wasn’t about to let her smoke in the house, no sir. I marched right up to her, my heart racing, and told her she needed to put that cigarette out. She looked at me with a smirk, her eyes flicking down to my crotch before looking back up at me. “And why should I listen to you, little man?” she asked, her voice low and torrid.

“Because I’m your stepson, and I don’t want you ruining your health,” I replied, trying to sound tough but failing miserably.

The Aging Pussy Display

Sarah laughed, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “You think you can boss me around just because you’re my stepson?” she asked, a provocative glint in her eye. “Well, maybe I’ll let you boss me around, but only if you can prove yourself worthy.”

I didn’t know what she meant, but I was game. She led me to her bedroom, her hips swaying with a sexiness that had me drooling. She sat down on the bed, her eyes never leaving mine, and spread her legs wide. “Take off your pants and catch on me what you’ve got, boy,” she said, her voice low and husky.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I stripped down, my cock hard and pulsing with excitation. Sarah smiled, her eyes never leaving my pecker. “That’s a fine piece you’ve got there,” she said, her voice dripping with steamy hunger.

Sarah leaned back, her fingers tracing circles around her clit. “Do you want to taste me, little man?” she asked, her voice a purr. I nodded, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting that elderly pussy.

Sarah leaned forward, her legs spreading wider. “Go on, then,” she said, her voice a challenge. I didn’t need to be told twice. I dove in, my tongue lapping at her clit, her taste sweet and intoxicating.

Sarah moaned, her hips bucking as I explored her delicate folds. She tasted so good, her old pussy a tantalizing feast that had me begging for more. I could feel her getting wetter and wetter, her mold responding to my touch.

The Grand Zenith

Sarah eventually pulled me up, her lips pressed against mine in a kiss that left me breathless. She wrapped her legs around me, her aged pussy slick and wet against my hard dick. She guided me inside, her lips never leaving mine as we moved together in a dance that was as aged as time itself.

We moved together, our bodies pulsing in a rhythm that had me lost in her touch. I could feel myself getting closer, the tension building inside me until I could take it no longer. I let out a moan, my build spasming as I came inside her, my seeds filling her mature pussy.

Sarah smiled, a satisfied grin on her lips. “You’ve proved yourself worthy,” she said, her voice soft and sweet. “Now, why don’t you go get us both a drink to celebrate?”

And with that, I was off, my heart still racing as I tried to make sense of the ardent ride I’d just been on.

This story is intended for adults only. It contains explicit porny content and language. Reader discretion is advised.