A Day with my Stepson

by Sara horny mom

I'm a stepmom.
I have no kids of my own.
I never wanted kids of my own.
So, I married a guy that had a son.

Cane was fifteen when I came into the picture.

I also didn't want any little kids to raise.

I was thirty when I married his father.

His father is a loving man, a good provider, and a sweet heart.

He is lacking in the dick department.
But, he is still very good in bed.
I mean very, very good.

He can having in an orgasm in like two minutes and keep me there as long as he wants.

Cane joined the military right out of high school and left.

I will admit.
I missed Cain.

But, it also gave me and his father more alone time.

I'm not sure what happened to us while Cain was gone.

But, our sexlife changed.

We lost our spark some how.

When Cain came home.
He had changed.
He was bulkier, more direct, he was a man.

Cain hadn't been back a week when he bed one of my friends.

He wasn't even bashful about it either.
She was at the house eating dinner with us and he picked her up right in front of me and his father.

She was just in it for a fuck.

Well, she bragged and that got Cain some more pussy off my sister.

Long story short.
Cain banged about every woman that came to the house.

Well, like I said.
My sex life had fizzled.
I wasn't getting any dick.

I called Cain was one morning when his father was gone.
God knows where.

Playfully, I started flirting with Cain.
I wanted to see how he would react.

Well, Cain didn't hesitate and started flirting back with me.

I'm only 5'3" tall and 98-pounds.
Cain is 6'2" and about 235 pounds of muscle.

The longer Cain was there.
The hotter I got.

Then his father called, letting me know it would be late when he got back.
I asked how late.
After midnight he said.

I thought about it.

It was only 10 in the morning.

I had several hours to get fucked many times.

"Cain, I need you do something for me." I smiled at my stepson.

"Sure Lucy, what is it?" He asked.

I wanted to say pound me like a slut until my pussy was loose.

But, I made up a excuse to get him in the guest room.

There is a shelf in the guest room almost to the ceiling.

I wanted a figurean off of it.

Cain followed me.
I made sure I gave my 33-inch ass a nice little seductive wiggle.

I pointed to the figurean.

When Cain reached for it, he was stretched out about as far as he could get.

That's when I took my opportunity.

I reached out and grabbed him my his cock.

When he looked at me.
I smiled up at him.

"This is what I really want." I smiled as I squeezed his hard cock.

I could tell he was bigger than his father was.
I just hoped he had half the skills his father did.

"You sure you want that?" Cain asked with a crooked smile.

"Every inch of it." I smiled as I opened my hand and rubbed his shaft with my palm.

Smiling at Cain.
I got down on my knees in front of him.

Cain is a lot larger than his father.

I'm gonna say three inches plus longer and over twice as thick.

I sucked his cock like a starving whore.

I gave Cain the nastiest blowjob I could.

When I fell back trying to catch my breath as I gagged.

Cain bent over, picked me up.
Holding me under his arm, Cain stripped my shorts off me and tossed them.

Holding me upside-down he ate my pussy like he was eating ice-cream.

With his dick at a good level, I went back to sucking him.

Cain licked both my holes.

When his tongue got tired.
He held me in one arm and finger fucked me to orgasm.

After my pussy was opened, he moved to my hole and finger fucked it until I came again.

Then he put me on the bed.

"Bring me that big fucker!" I said with a wild smile and big eyes reaching for Cains meaty prick.

As he climbed up me.
I climbed under him.

Wow!
When Cain slipped his big dick head inside me.

I came hard.

I thought Cain would fuck me rough and hard.

But, he didn't.

He was just intense.

Every stroke was deliberate and meaningful.

It was meant for me.

Sure he fucked me hard.
But, not rough and violently.

He never let up on me.
He just continuously fucked me.

I couldn't handle it.
I lost control.
I was crying, grunting, clawing, reaching, giving I wanted everything he could give me.

I wanted him in the worst way.

When Cain's cock slipped free.

I spun around, sticking my skinny ass in the air and sucked his dick.

Cain reached over me and stuck two fingers in my naughty hole.
As I sucked him off.
Cain finger fucked my asshole until he had his entire fingers in my ass.

I loved it.
I wanted.

When I pulled off Cain's cock.
I rolled to my back and put my legs in the air and rolled my hips up.

Cain climbed on top of me, grabbing my ankles as he went.

Holding my legs apart.
Cain pushed them over my head and pinned them to the bed.

Reaching between us, I lined his big prick up with asshole and pulled him to me.

I held his fat cock until his big dick head split the rubbery ring of my asshole and he was in my asshole.

As Cain fucked into my guts.
I begged him for more.

I wanted every inch of his fat cock in my asshole.

When Cain let loose of my legs.
I wrapped them around him and rolled him to his back.

As I fucked Cain with my asshole.

He diddled my clit and finger fucked me.

It was fucking amazing.

I did what ever felt good.

Cain fucked me for over an hour before he laid me flat on my back and pumped me full of nut nectar.

I thought he was done.

Nope.
That was just a good start.

He continued to pump into me with deep dedication.

I was unhinged.

I was already in slut mode.

But, he brought out another level of slut in me.

One that I didn't know existed.

I fucked Cain in ways I had never fucked his father.

I fucked him harder, with more need and more dedication than I ever fucked another man in my life.

My pussy was gripping Cains big cock so hard he was struggling to fuck me.

Then it would open up so big I couldn't hardly feel him.

Then it would start all over again.

Cain used both my holes.

I took his cock where ever he wanted to put it.

He just kept fucking me.

Hard and intense.

Finally had to push Cain off me.
I had to get away from before I had a heart attack.

I wouldn't have.
But, damned.
I needed a break from that big cock.

Cain found me in the kitchen.

On my kitchen table.
The one I have dinner with his father.

Cain ate me out then fucked me in the ass until I a juice running down my thighs.

Then I fucked him in his father's chair.

Then same chair he sits in every night.
The very chair I fucked him in the day we brought it home.

I was off the rails.

Cain doggy fucked me as hard as I have ever been fucked in my life in the middle of the living room floor.

I was a mess.

I was sucking him as much as I was fucking him.

Every time his cock got free from a hole.

I stuck it in my mouth and sucked him as hard and deep as I could.

I was standing facing Cain, when he gave me his second load of cum.

That was the first time I had ever had an orgasm standing up.

I lost count of how many times I came and how many times I squirted.

I had a squirting orgasm from taking anal.

I orgasmed giving Cain a blow job.
A first for me.

Cain even fucked me in the shower and sucked him off while I was taking a piss.

I gave him a more than one rim jobs.

I even let Cain use the same vibrators on me that his father uses on me.

Matter of fact.
We used almost all the sex toys I have.

I couldn't help it.
I had never wanted to fuck a man so badly in my life.

Cain finished me off at almost six that evening.

He fucked me completely out.

I had nothing else to give him.
I was completely exhausted.

My holes were sore.
My jaw was starting to ache.
I was covered in sweat.
I couldn't even stand I was so wore out.

The only room Cain didn't fuck me in was my bedroom.
I wouldn't let him fuck me in the bed I slept with his father in.

I don't even remember falling asleep.
I woke in my bed.
With the sun shining through the window and the birds chirping.

I was groggy and sore.
It burn when I pissed.

Nervously, I made my way to the kitchen for coffee.
I looked around as I went down the hall.

Nothing.
There was no sign of a sexual tirade from the day before.

It looked as it did the morning before.

The house smelled fresh and clean.

My husband was sitting at the kitchen table having coffee.

We talked for awhile.

Then he got up and went to the shower.

I looked around the house and the kitchen table.

Nothing.
Not a single sign I was fucked like a whore all day yesterday.

It was almost a week before we seen Cain again.

He showed up at the house with Missa in tow.
The woman he seduced the first night he was home.

It kinda pissed me off that he brought her to the house after he fucked me the way he did.

He knew it too.

When I caught him alone.
I said something to him about it.

"Your married. We just had a fling. If it bothers you that much. You can join us sometime." Cain smiled at me, then walked off.

I haven't taken Cain up on his offer.
I'm not sure I will.
But, I do think about it some times.

But, I will always remember the day we had together.