SITTING ON MY STEP SON'S LAP _-_episode 6

“Nothing much, dear. I was beaten by an ant, but I’ve crushed it. It’s paining me,” I lied.  

“Sorry, dear,” he said.  

“Ohhh,” I moaned again. But then my stepson let go of my hips, handing the decision over to me.  

This was my chance to put a halt to this—to lift up my body and eject his co--ck from my very wet pu--ssy. To take parental control of this bizarre situation.

And I did indeed take control—though not as a parent, but as a ho-rny sl--ut.  

I resumed the slow-motion riding that my stepson had previously been controlling.

I began twisting and whi--ning my wa--ist

Suddenly, it wasn’t my son fo--rcing me to ride him; it was me rid--ing him of my own volition… because I wanted to… because I wanted him… though slowly, which only compounded my frustration.

I knew I could never rele--ase like this.  

I needed to bounce on his co--ck and do it hard. I needed to ride it fast. I needed it slamming into me. I didn’t need to ma--ke love; I needed to fu--ck.  

Yet I couldn’t do any of that without revealing the shocking truth to my husband. I began riding him faster, cautiously grabbing the back of his seat for support. I didn’t bounce as desperately as I wanted, but I moved faster, tightening my Kegel muscles around his stiff di--ck. 

I could feel his manho--od throbbing and the veins on it were thicker

Just as it worked on my husband, it now worked on my step son… like father, like son… as I felt his cu--m filling my cu--nt. I let out an uncontrollable moan, worsened by my head resting inches from my husband’s ear.  

“You okay?” Alex asked again.  

“I just really need to pee,” I replied, grasping for excuses as my stepson kept spewing inside me.  

I am sure he hadn't done this in a long time so he rele--ased so much.

I felt the vibr--ations from his body. You know those vibrations a guy has before he rele--ases, my step son's own was so good.

“A couple more minutes,” he promised.  

“Okay,” I replied weakly, adding, “Much longer and I may explode.”

Mike made me cre--amy but he did not stop, he went on for another bout. 

“I’m doing the best I can,” Alex said.  

My stepson bucked his hips, truly fu--cking me now, making me tremble. “Oh, God,” I gasped.

“There’s a truck stop in two miles,” Alex said, pointing at a sign.  

“So close,” I replied, my desperation to cl--imax mounting. Mike kept pumping, not fast enough to create noise but enough to push me toward orga--sm. Alex turned on the song to help distract me but it was the best cover up.

He never knew I needed it. 

As the truck stop neared, I leaned back against my stepson, rode his co--ck wildly, and strummed my cli--t. The music drowned out the w--et sounds of se--x as I bounced, desperate to finish. My pu--sy was the thick type

“God!” I mo---ned loudly, erupting just as we parked. C--m flooded onto my stepson’s lap. I pulled myself up, his co--ck finally slipping out.  

“Thirty seconds, honey,” Alex said.  

“Okay,” I whispered, slamming the door open and rushing to the restroom. Guilt and shame hit me: I… had… just… had… se--x… with… my… stepson!

In the stall, I wiped cu--m off my legs. *Why did I let this happen?* My phone buzzed:  

*That was amazing, Mommy.*  

I replied, *That can’t happen again!!!*  

After composing myself, we regrouped. Alex suggested a hike. Mike stayed behind to “wash off sweat,” while Alex and I wandered a trail.  

Minutes in, I dragged Alex off the path. “Follow me,” I purred. 

Hidden in the woods, I dropped to my knees and sucked his co--ck, swallowing his jui--ces. We returned, pretending nothing happened.

Hours later, at the lodge, we packed and ate dinner with Mike. The next morning, we dropped Mike off at college and we returned.

My husband never found out about my affair with Mike. Sometimes I worry that he would but how can he?

It's 3 months now, exactly 3 months after this incident and I am pregnant maybe for Mike or His Dad. Or was it a combined effort (I roll my eyes and laugh). Silly me, but it was the best fun time I'd ever had in decades.

Will I do this with Mike again, I do not know. But who knew that Mike would be that powerful where his dad wasn't. Young men and their beefy mac--hines.

Alex comes in and I hug him. I'm glad it actually happened.