Chapter 56 STEPMUM CATCHES ME MASTURBATING PART 2
The warmth of his skin seeped into my arch, and I dragged my heel lightly along his leg, teasing the sensitive spot near his groin. He glanced down, surprise flickering in his eyes, but his cock jumped visibly, the shaft bobbing with renewed vigor, betraying his hidden interest, his unspoken thrill at this intimate dominance.
Emboldened, I brought my other foot up, resting it on his abdomen, my toes splaying across the taut ridges of his muscles, nails scraping gently as I explored. 'You like that, don't you?' I whispered, my voice husky, watching his reaction—the way his breath stuttered, his hips lifting instinctively toward me. He nodded, a flush creeping up his neck, his submission deepening as he yielded to this new layer of my control.
I gripped his thick shaft in my hand, feeling it throb hotly against my palm—veined and rigid, pulsing with the frantic beat of his heart. The skin was velvet-smooth over steel, slick with his pre-cum that I smeared further with my thumb, circling the sensitive head until he hissed through his teeth.
'You want this pussy wrapped around you?' I teased, stroking him firmly once, twice, then three times, my grip tightening just enough to make him buck into my fist. He nodded frantically, his eyes pleading, hips jerking upward in desperate need.
With a deep, steadying breath, I lined the swollen head of his cock up with my dripping entrance, the tip nudging my folds apart. In one swift, decisive motion, I impaled myself on him, sinking down until every inch was buried deep inside my wet cunt.
Fuck, he stretched me wide, filling me completely, the girth of him pressing against my inner walls in a way that made my vision blur. The sensation was electric—tight, full, an exquisite burn that bordered on pain before melting into pure bliss. I paused there, bottomed out, my pussy fluttering around his length as I adjusted, feeling him twitch inside me, alive and claiming space in my body.
Slowly, I began to move, lifting up until just the tip remained, then slamming back down, the slap of our bodies echoing softly in the small room. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through me, my clit grinding against his pubic bone on the downstroke. I kept one foot planted on his thigh, the other now sliding lower, my toes brushing the base of his cock where it disappeared into me, feeling the slick union of our bodies. The foot play added a filthy edge, my sole rubbing against his balls as I rode him harder, toes flexing to tease the heavy sac, drawing a guttural moan from his lips.
'God, Sarah... you're so tight,' he gasped, his hands roaming up my sides to cup my breasts, thumbs flicking my nipples in time with my rhythm. But I pinned his wrists above his head with one hand, asserting my dominance, making him submit fully as I fucked him.
The washing machine's vibrations intensified as it hit another cycle, buzzing against my ass and amplifying the sensations, making my pussy clench harder around his cock.
I started riding him rough and fast, my hips slamming down, breasts bouncing with each thrust. 'God, Jake, your cock feels so good in stepmom's pussy,' I moaned, leaning forward to kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. He kissed back hungrily, hands on my ass, pulling me deeper. Sweat slicked our skin, the air thick with our grunts and the wet slap of my pussy on his cock. I felt him swelling, close, but I didn't stop—rode him relentlessly, chasing my own release. 'Cum inside me, Jake. Fill your stepmom's cunt,' I urged, the words spilling out with the forbidden intimacy we'd both craved. His breaths came ragged, body tensing...
But just as the tension peaked, a noise from the hallway made me freeze for a split second—footsteps? Or just the house settling? The risk lingered, pulling us deeper into the heat, leaving everything hanging on the edge.
The footsteps faded—or maybe it was just my imagination—but the scare only fueled the fire between us. My heart hammered, pussy clenching around Jake's cock one last time before I lifted off him with a wet pop. His dick sprang free, slick with my juices, throbbing in the air, veins bulging, the head purple and swollen. I could see the frustration in his eyes, that needy whine escaping his lips, but I wasn't done teasing. Not yet.
I slid down from the washing machine, my feet hitting the cool tile with a soft slap. My toes curled against the floor, still tingling from pressing against his skin earlier. That secret thrill of my foot fetish simmered, making me want to use them more, to feel his body react. But first, I wanted to taste him. Kneeling between his spread legs, the pants still tangled at his ankles, I looked up at him. His chest heaved, sweat glistening on his toned abs, those college-honed muscles flexing under my gaze.
'Sarah... don't stop,' he begged, voice rough, hand reaching for his cock like he couldn't help it.
'Oh, I'm not stopping, baby,' I murmured, my breath hot against his thigh. I pushed his hand away gently, dominant in my control, and wrapped my fingers around his base. He was so thick, my hand barely closing around it, the heat pulsing against my palm. Leaning in, I parted my lips and took the swollen tip into my mouth. The salty tang of his pre-cum mixed with my own creamy wetness exploded on my tongue—musky, intimate, forbidden. I swirled my tongue around the head, tracing the ridge, flicking the sensitive slit where more fluid leaked out. Jake groaned loud, his head falling back against the machine, hips jerking up instinctively.
Sucking deeper, I hollowed my cheeks, drawing him in inch by inch until his cock hit the back of my throat. The stretch burned a little, but I loved it—the raw act of oral, giving him this pleasure after he'd devoured my pussy so eagerly. My hands roamed his body as I bobbed my head, one sliding up his abs, nails scraping lightly over the ridges, feeling the tremor in his core. The other cupped his balls, heavy and tight, rolling them gently. He was all man down here, trimmed but natural, the scent of his arousal thick in my nose.
'Fuck, Sarah... your mouth... it's so hot,' he gasped, fingers tangling in my hair, not pushing, just holding, like he needed the anchor.