Debbie is in a foul mood, it's seriously affecting her work, slamming drinks down doesn't do much for tips. She leaves work early.
It wasn't her new feelings for her stepfather. It wasn't that she could be with him, or not, right or wrong to be with him even one time.
It is her mother. Debbie loves her mom, but doesn't like her. She despises the way she treats her stepfather. What she saw before going to work this night put her over the edge.
Debbie was helping her mom pack for a week long real estate conference. Her mom handed Debbie a photo I.D. badge for the conference, asked her to put it in her purse. The amount of condoms Debbie saw in her purse revolted her. She left the room, changed for work and left the house without saying goodbye to her mom.
She did give her stepfather a kiss as she passed him outside, making sure her lips brushed his. "See you tonight."
If it wasn't for the knowledge of her mother planning to fuck every guy at the conference, Debbie would have enjoyed the heat and excitement in her body much more after touching her stepfather's lips.
She pulled into the driveway, went to the back of the house, wondering if he was in his workshop.
Would he? Is her stepfather too decent? Is he only content to have his fantasy, nothing more?
No lights on in the workshop. She let herself into the house through the back door, biting her lip as she pictured him lathering his body with his cum the other night.
She finds him sitting on the living room couch, the room is shadowy, only a single lamp on in the corner. If he was a woman, he would be stunningly beautiful. Being the quiet alpha male he is, he's wickedly hot.
His pants are down to his knees like the other night. He is relaxed, his handsome face, peaceful. She caught him early, just started. His flannel shirt is open, all the buttons undone. His hand moves slow over his sex, his underwear, white, rising like a sail.
If she didn't want more, so much more, she would just watch. Maybe touch herself through her panties as she watches him cum. His shorts would never be able to hold the amount he puts out, semen would spread through the fibers. She would wait, knowing he would squirt long ropes, tearing through his drenched shorts, whispering her name.
Her thoughts spur her on, her lips touch his, their mouths part, freeing their tongues, soft moans. She presses her hands to his chest, steadying her legs, her mind now a whirlwind as his mouth claims her's.
He reaches for her hips, pulling her closer, she straddles his legs, her thighs touching his. She presses her hands harder, feeling the fire beneath his steel chest.
She is pulled closer, cradled in his arms, laying her on the couch. He whispers, "this is wrong." He never stops kissing her though, nor does his hand move up and down her body, feeling her, making sure this is not a dream. His cock is in between her legs, her shorts pull up as he rubs over her wet, puffy lips. Her panties, drenched, cling to her folds. She whispers back, "you deserve better then my mom."
Debbie rolls him onto his back, she rubs his length, his size, thickness take her breath away. She pulls off her shirt, he sucks her stiff nipples through her bra. Chills go through her body, his hands yank her bra cups down, releasing her breasts, sucking, biting her nipples. Debbie contracts, hard, fierce, in her body.
Her hands move his shirt over his shoulders, down his arms. She kisses his chest, her tongue swirls his nipples. She mover down his body, watching his face, seeing him smile, his blue eyes burning.
Licking down, then up his shaft, kissing, her saliva wetting his shorts from his huge crown to his balls, he moans in agony as she sucks them.
His shorts come down, her mouth sucks his balls, first one, then the other. Her nose buries into his sac as her tongue bathes each ball. His scent is so very humble.
She sucks his cap, her tongue tracing under the thick rind. He moans in delicious pain as she sucks as much as she can, her hand gripping the rest.
Standing, dizzy, her bra finally off, she's lifted, carried to her room, laid on her bed. Her shorts and panties are pulled down her legs. Stepfather buries his face in between her legs, his mouth devouring her pussy, eating, licking her cum, every drop that clings to her lips like clear honey. She cums pulling his hair, her thighs clamping hard on the sides of his head.
She licks the last of herself off his lips. Their hands move in a frenzy, touching each others bodies, worshiping their skin.
He holds her arms down, his curved cock spreads her lips open, his thrust is fast and hard. Her body crashes against his, her orgasm instantaneous.
Their bodies are slick, hands constantly sliding in oil. Debbie's orgasms have no end. They fuck! Like time has run out, they fuck!
Watching from behind, his cock is covered in her clear syrup. He fucks her, never wanting to end. Her walls grip him, making her tighter, he plunges in, joining her moans. "HARDER! PLEASE HARDER!"
She steals his mouth as her pussy steals his cock, filling herself, smashing his balls. She cums! She cums! Again! Again!
He swells inside her. She pulls off, quickly sucking his cock, tasting her cum. He oozes his seed, it melts on her tongue. Her stomach grumbles its hunger as he continues oozing.
She still sucks him, feeling him swell harder, then he bursts into her mouth! Thick, not liquid when he firsts cums, thick, clotted cum fills her mouth. She feels it escaping from her lips as her head bobs up and down, stepfather moaning, his cock spewing cum.