I Fucked My Step-Son's Girlfriend

I knew there was no letting go for me. I just had to have his sweet mamma just so no other brother would happen by to snatch her white booty for me. But I had to contend with her then seven year old son that the Sorrier's white boy left her before getting sent to jail. Oh well, beggars can't always be choosers. Right. Times went by, and I stuck

with him and his mom all through the years. We learned to be amicable with each other sot of, but don't get me wrong, I still despise the little talk and even he couldn't help but reluctantly start calling me that, even though I wished he never did. I already have grown kids from my ex and I love those, But with my steps on Jimmie, I often wished he'd get upset, scatterdo from home, and get lost out in the world. Jimmie did grow up, and the time came when he

got into college, and I couldn't have been happier. At least then I had plenty of time to strot around the house naked whenever I want, and to fuck his mum however I wanted. His mom had aged, but the same as me. I'm pushing fifty washes in her early forties, and she still got a juicy, snapping pussy, I tell you, and if you know me, I've still got game when it comes to laying pipe in her. In fact, she once agreed to us having a threesome. She included an

old friend of hers who didn't mind cheating on her husband. However, she could Sherry, my wife loves sex, and we both know how to get down hard and dirty when we want. There've been times when I'd return home from my factory job, wear and drained, and I would open the door and She'll be standing in the middle of the living room, but naked in her bathrobe. Tired, Nest would leave me

and I'd take her right there on the floor. But then last summer here comes the smartest twalk from college, and he brought with him a pretty blonde he said was his girlfriend. She was pretty. I tell you, had good bone structure, fine looking as a nice pair of teats. I rode my tongue in my mouth, trying to imagine what the beech would look without any clothes. But worse, I couldn't help thinking the dwarp was actually banging that broad.

I'd always figured him for a sissy, nothing more. If what ever came to me that he was gay, I'd have laughed and said that about right. He was home for the holidays, and he said his girlfriend Karen, figured she'd stay with him for a week since her parents had gone on vacation without her. Sherry didn't mind, and for me, I decided to go along with things, as

there was little argument I could bring. Karen and I often caught herself staring at each other whenever we sat to eat at the dining table or in the living room if we wanted to watch a movie, but we seldom talked besides casual greeting exchanges, and I noticed the way Jamie seemed to stick close to her like he worried she might vanish or something. The boys gotten a taste of pussy, and he was afraid of losing one.

What a whimp. I woke up from a siesta one afternoon and found out Sherry and Jamie had gone out to visit a family member. There was just me and Karen in the house. I asked if she'd care for a beer or soder. She preferred a soda, so I gave her one and a board light for myself. We sat out on the back porch, catching the afternoon breeze that blew against the day's heat. Karen shared more details about herself, but it wasn't until the talk involved Jimmie

that I got picked. Hope, you don't mind me asking this, but how long have you and Jimmie been together? What do you mean together? Ain't you boyfriend and girlfriend? She laughed, That's what Jimmie likes to think. I do like him, but there's nothing sexual between us. I was stunned by her words. Seriously, so you're telling me this whole time of you shacking in his room with him, that nothing's going on. Honestly nothing. I much prefer older men. Jimmie's

way too inexperienced for me. Well, damn, how old of a man do you prefer? Certainly not me, I'm way too old for you. I think you'd like to think, so, she said, giving me a sadonic look. But wouldn't you like to know? I'm not going to lie? I was damn curious about what she meant, but didn't know if I dared to go that route. It took a second for me to decide. Yeah, i'd sure like to know,

I asserted. Besides, it's only us at home. Karen laughed, drained her shoulder, and dropped the can in a trash bin, and then approached where I was sitting. To my surprise, she dropped to her knees and tied her blonde hair into a bond. I knew instinctively what she wanted and unswipt my fly so she could reach inside for my staff. She got to sucking me without prompt I spread my legs and sipped my beer while she gave me head. Her lips made a smacking noise while her hand jerked

my shaft to pull nelson. Oh my, she remarked, as she stroked my head on. Your cook is way bigger than Jamie's. I swear to God, and yet you said you ain't fuked him. I said, I've given him hand jobs, but nothing more. She said. I told him I'm in my period, and he believed me. Damn, you're a real nasty piece of work. She resumed sucking me, and I have to admit her mouth tasted fucking good. It felt like cold spring water, and the breeze and sweatering heat

added more to the enticey moment. How about we take things inside, I suggested, best we get started before Jimmie and his mum returned home. Sure, she dusted her knees as she came to her feet. I hitched up my pants and led her inside. We went into the master bedroom and then hurried out of our clothes. I fell on the bed and got Karrant to straddle my face and ate her pussy while she played with my cock some more. My twork tasted good. It tasted like sweet bourbon.

I spat in her pussy and wiggled my finger into her asshole while I socked on her clate. She couldn't stop squaming and moaning, even with a mouthful of cork. That let me know she was liking what I was doing. I could have remained there, sacking and tasting her pussy all day, except I had a job to do and time was running. Karen came off me and straddled my cock with her back towards me. I propped a pillow under my head to enjoy the view of her but

cheeks rocking back, and fought on my dick. Her pussy creamed over my shaft while she moaned and rocked against me. At some point I attempted jerking my ties, slamming her butt hard, and that got her scaling her notes. I forced her to the bed, lifted her tie and shoved my prick back into her pink hole, and howled as I penetrated her count. Her count was wet, yet it

still felt tight, like a virgin pussy. I was going to have to fork her some more before she could loosen well enough to handle my gut, but that would have to be later. For now, I wanted to plunder that virgin pussy of her, so my steps and won't ever dare follow in my stead. She responded back by slamming her butt against my pelvis while I kept driving my head on into her womb. She turned partly towards me and reached over her head to caress my face

while I squeezed her small tits. She was moaning and starting in her breeding, just the way I wanted. There's no better fone than pounding a beech's pussy hard and proper, letting her call you daddy. I was working on pure adrenaline, gasping and breathing like a racehorse. I pulled Karen up on her elbows and knees and pounded her doggy style. I forged the college beach harder and harder, and she screamed and kept pleaded for me to stop. Why the

fuck would I dare myself to stop. Ain't nothing better in the world than pussy, and this one was years younger and tight. Why the fuck would I want to stop? Stopping was the last thing on my mind. I was aiming to bust a knot, and I opped my pace, firing on all cylinders, banging against the college beaches. But like I wanted to rip her part. I felt my trigger about to pull, and I extracted my prick at

the last minute and jerked off on her buttocks. Karen collapsed on my bed, groaning, while I tottered backwards and nearly fell on my back. It's been a long while since I exerted myself like this. I knew I wasn't my younger self anymore, but that pussy felt too good for me to slow my tempo. Either way, it was a good day. Karen finally got up and helped me with putting the bed back in order, then picked up her clothes and scuttled off while I went into the

bathroom to wash up. We came out of our rooms like nothing ever happened. That was the way it should be until whenever Sherry and Jamie returned home an hour later. I was in the garage working on my car while Karen was doing whatever. Karen left the following weekend, but not before exchanging numbers with me and promised to keep in touch. Jamie stuck around for another two weeks before returning to college. Karen and I do keep in touch,

but Sherry knows nothing about my time together. I'd love to tell her about it, but some secret you just have to keep to yourself. Why rock the boat when it ain't necessary? Can you dig it