Stepmother Knows Best
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A mother watches her inexperienced son and his girlfriend petting heavily on the couch from the stairs… she starts masturbating…then joins in… tutoring them in sex…
“Are you sure everyone’s asleep “queried Amy again as her tits were now out of her bra cup, poised perfectly in the semi dark as the petting got really heavy with Murray on his lounge room sofa.
“Yeah Babe …its cool…relax…my mum never hears anything at night” responded Murray as his hands took in her generous spongy cupcake titties with their firm flexible nipples. It was dark but there were diffused light sneaking rays here and there. Shapes were defined by eyes adjusting to the night. Amy’s sweet tits were clear enough: they were fulsome, fleshy and friendly; nothing shadowy about them.
“Mmm…mmm baby…oh” got in Murray between mouthfuls of taut yet yielding nipple. He couldn’t get enough of their fleshy sweetness… cherries and vanilla cream…scoop after generous scoop like a soft serve ice-cream machine that was on auto…it just keeps on supplying endless tasty morsels of creamier ,smoother and the lightest whipped white delight possible…. so softee , so creemee…so please cream me…it was logical…her softness had his hardness erect….he needed relief.
Amy needed action. He released his cock through his zip…ah that was better…jeans were so goddamn tight with a serious throbbing hard on.
“Oh Murray …no…we agreed …only one of us naked at a time …you can’t control this…” and she started to tuck her breasts away quickly and hurriedly roll down her sweater.
There was a creaking sound and the pair was momentarily startled into silence. They both listened. Only the tick of the clock at the bottom of the stairs. The curve of headlight beams through the blinds then directed away. A cat meowing and a dog barking. In their mutual intensity of touch they had lost all the surrounding sounds. Now the night was quite again …only the clock.
“ Amy…Amy…its fine…keep your clothes on…but my cock need relief babes…pretty please…” and Murray kissed her… drawing her mouth to his , his hand at the back of her head. It was a lush soothing enjoyable pash. He got on to her soft neck next. He was nibbling intensely as Amy started a hand job.
Murray’s mother Donna was now sitting towards the bottom of the stairs …in the shadows unseen by the young couple but the shafts of light around and under the blinds and from their fish tank made everything clear enough.
Donna was watching Amy massage up her own son’s impressive rod. He hadn’t got that pecker from his dad …long absent from the scene of this household. Her own fingers were straying under her nightgown to her lonesome coochie…it was wrong…but it felt so good…she was watching Amy stroke and she was doing a reasonable job for a young lass. Murray not having had a skilled hand by the looks of it was appreciating any cock attention…the oh so easily pleased young sexual explorers.
Murray started to ease Amy’s head down…but Amy hesitated…then Amy stopped stroking…Donna stopped touching...intrigued by the uncertainty here and slightly frustrated between her moistening thighs.
“Amy please…you know I’ve always wanted you to do this…don’t think about it…just do it….please for me…you’re driving me crazy …don’t get me wrong Babe…your hand is awesome but I really really need your mouth over my cock…please Babe” and he gently kissed her.
Ah thought Donna he knows how to get what he wants.
Amy still hesitated…nearly getting distance…then she pecked Murray on his cheek.
“Ok “…then unsure from Amy: “I’ll try … but are you clean”?
“Christ Babe what do you mean?” a really puzzled Murray who showered regularly.
Doona knew ...the little minx had gone down before the tart and had probably got a crusty cheesy smelly one and wasn’t up for it again…oh the wasted opportunities created in the present by a sad bad sexual experience.
Amy sighed and went for it… Christ if was…
Murray’s hard youthful rod was instantly uncomfortable…Amy’s teeth were grating as she tried to get a rhythm going , she had her hand around his balls but it was fucking uncomfortable…she started to suck slower but loosely... she tried to take it deeper as it softened a bit but just gagged and Christ she knew she was making a mess of it and her heart was going out of the action too… a sloppy passionless head job …limp dick in her mouth…
Even Donna wasn’t getting stimulated by the sight….oh Christ… woeful inexperience.
“It’s alright Babe… thanks for trying” but his voice held that note of frustrated male ego.
Amy put her arm around him …Murray went for her nipple under her clothes and Amy’s hand wandered back to massaging his cock.
At least she could supply a hand job…she knew that…
The stamina of youth…give a cock attention…it comes backs quicker than Lazarus…
Donna was impressed until Murray asked Amy to try again….go down on him again.
Amy was over the taste problem…Murray was fleshy salty but fine…but she had lost her confidence…she gave a few light fluffy sucks and Murray was on the way down like a slowly leaking balloon…
“Oh for Christ’s sake…spit on it…lick his balls…get dirty with it girly…” this from Donna on the stairs who realised…then said “Oh shit” more to herself…than the shocked young couple.
Murray scrabbled for his underwear.
Amy was wiping her mouth and trying to be Miss Prim and Proper: like the school girl who has been caught but thinks by fluttering and flashing their baby blues they will innocently get out of a really tight situation.
“ Jeez mum …we haven’t done anything” defensively from Murray …more concerned at being caught out…a youth’s fear in their own sexuality in their own home…it hadn’t registered yet what his mum had actually said…that she had been watching them…
Amy processed it first.
Then Murray.
They looked at each other …but still expected adult direction: ‘You know I think it’s time Amy went home’ or ‘Murray how could you …here on the lounge….in your own home…so openly…’ those kinds of responses were floating around in young confused caught out minds.
The young inexperienced couple got direction alright…
“Grip his shaft sweetie and get a steady rhythm …watch your teeth and suck like a lollipop; you are really enjoying …”
And Amy under instructions… had Murray hard …so friggin hard because she was enjoying being told what to do…it made her get wet between her own legs….
Murray was just lost in male bliss. Amy was stroking and licking and sucking like she knew exactly what he wanted.
“Dribble a big wad of spit over his head…right now…darling…do as I say now…” commanded Donna.
Amy followed orders and her tongue created a salivary, viscous, tacky, gooey, gummy, happy cock nearly instantly on her Murray.
Donna could tell when Murray had had enough…shit he was closing in on load loss territory…not yet she planned…Amy was in the zone and enjoying the dribbly, slobbery treat of hard wet cock…she was developing championship girly skills very quickly…ah technique, guidance and practice… plus the willing engagement…the commitment to cock…Amy was impressively committed now.
Donna upped the ante for Murray but without the pressure on his delicate sensitive pecker head…instructing Amy with…
“Lick his balls sweetie and then under his balls…lick around your boy’s areshole”….
Well Amy would never have ventured this far south alone…but given the tuition…the coaching instruction…it was like she had to obey…hell she wanted to obey…this was all new and new in sex is great…better than great…its …well… its swell… Amy was licking soft lightly hairy balls and was lost to thought…she was licking…enjoying the sensation and listening to Murray’s pleasurable groans: his mmm’s of delight ;she had never given a boy before…shit his mum knew a lot about cock…Amy wanted her guidance and modus operandi down pat... to copy.
“Don’t forget his arsehole cutie…go for it now” said his watching mum.
Amy appreciated the leadership because she was getting stuck on each new sensation…wanting to savour it forever…but the moving on was unreal…it was captivating of self in giving pleasure and Murray was delirious …not in control as the male…she was the creator of pleasure under tutelage…but who cared…she had Murray’s balls and arse in double licking range and started alternating between them and lingering with tongue flicking on his stretched skin in between…Murray went “Oh Fuck yes…there…stay there”
His girlfriend had his perineum in euphoric delight…the soft skin extended but oh so sensitive…how had she found a new pleasure spot for him.
Donna was impressed… Amy was off on her own… creating her original pleasure sequence for Murray…the young woman’s tongue greedily exploring ridges and folds and crevices of maleness on her man.
“Honey it’s time for this “said Donna …
Time for what thought Amy; who was cock and arse occupied.
“Honey its time” Donna repeated gently but insistent.
Amy looked up …Donna had a lubed condom stretched ready on her fingers.
“Oh “said Amy…” but I’m a virgin….I still am Mrs Lehman “…she was apologetic and formal.
“Sweetie …I thought so….I know that masturbating punk under you is too…if he was getting it…his sheets wouldn’t be so stained on wash day….
….Honey here…ease it over your finger…that’s it…now ease it over Murray’s…head…that’s it…leave a gap at the top…his wad has to go somewhere honey…ah you’re a natural sweetie…that’s it; roll it down carefully…my isn’t your man a firm thing….okay sweetie …off with your panties…”
Amy was excited and wasn’t even thinking she was undressing, that she was fully naked in front of Mrs Lehman…she was energized for action…this was it…her and Murray …here and now…
Murray was holding his rigid wood and keeping the condom in place….he was watching Amy’s bushy coochie
approaching…she was going to sit on his cock…he actually didn’t care how his cock got in Amy as long as it got in….Amy was above…Donna guiding and easing her body onto Murray's prick.
Amy was so wet his fat sausage went in easily …his mum…easing her hips up and down…wow that was it…it was in the movement…shit it was stunningly good…it was awesome….it was amazingly good…she wanted the stab and feel …over and over….as she was eased down by Donna…her clitty got little tingles against his pubic bone and as Donna leveraged her up…her pussy stretched and held Murray’s cock tighter…delectable…horny and wonderful …at the same time…oh Christ sex was good…
Donna left Amy to her own natural rhythm now… Amy chose rapid, express young sex…she was hasty and intent on orgasm…the growing intensity nourished from her movement up and down…
Murray grabbed Amy’s arse instinctively and propelled her jointly up and down…his cock lost in fem flesh….wrapped in the grove of human delight….enveloped in the tunnel of mutual friction-able gratification.
Donna was getting herself off reasonably quietly right next to the young couple. Working her clit with one set of fingers and another set of digits deeply stirring her moist mature motherly slit.
A hedonistic trinity. A carnal threesome on the assembly line of climax. A triumvirate of happiness exploding through individual bodies in instances of their lives.
Donna shamelessly felt the pleasure plateau popping through self just before…
Amy went… “Oh God…Oh me”
And Murray was grunting with deep guttural primordial maleness as his wad fired out of his cock…into Amy’s tight warmness.
Murray was relaxing. Amy was collapsing into his chest…still holding his cock in her.
Donna got them back to the necessary reality of young post sex… “Hold the bottom of the condom son….and get it out …now”
Well so much for young post coital lovely dovey virginal tender togetherness. Fuck the practicalities of condoms. They pull bodies apart…
Amy and Murray confronting the slippery full little plastic bag of gene denied tadpoles. Not sexy really.
“Murray bin it and bring back the ice-cream from the fridge…go …go… now…sunshine…”
Then added: “Son… take your jocks too”
Murray came back and then headed off again to the kitchen… slipping on his boxers as he went… the sight of his balls dangling between his legs…not his best angle…thought Amy and Donna in one of those sync womanly moments when seeing balls from the wrong viewpoint.
The light was on in the kitchen…it cast a shard over Amy’s glowing face.
“Sweetie …I’ll get you to my doctor…get you on the pill…much more fun …get your panties on honey…Murray’s had enough excitement for the minute….”
Three spoons…one large tub of ice-cream….all dipping in…nothing strange about that…
A mother, her son and his girlfriend under sexual instruction in front of the mum…well mothers’ know best.
Amy and Murray…both young and still ravenousness for boy-girl girl-boy flesh, the insatiable creatures they were fast becoming… were up for more after they got their energy back…courtesy of the smooth shared sweet ice-cream.
Then it was off to bed…a queen bed …and very deep into the wee hours it was three in the bed and for once three was most definitely company. And Murray was happy without a condom and Amy squealed with delight as mummy dear guided them into the practice of safe sex, the anal way.
Murray's cock bludgeoning a tight pink starfish like it was made to do, while mummy dearest licked balls and sucked a cute clitty and fingered her own arse too. Yes, mummy's can multi-task and it just kept going from dirty, to filthy to grubby, as Murray tasted his mum's secret secretions and Amy's tongue tip rimmed mature arse...
“Are you sure everyone’s asleep “queried Amy again as her tits were now out of her bra cup, poised perfectly in the semi dark as the petting got really heavy with Murray on his lounge room sofa.
“Yeah Babe …its cool…relax…my mum never hears anything at night” responded Murray as his hands took in her generous spongy cupcake titties with their firm flexible nipples. It was dark but there were diffused light sneaking rays here and there. Shapes were defined by eyes adjusting to the night. Amy’s sweet tits were clear enough: they were fulsome, fleshy and friendly; nothing shadowy about them.
“Mmm…mmm baby…oh” got in Murray between mouthfuls of taut yet yielding nipple. He couldn’t get enough of their fleshy sweetness… cherries and vanilla cream…scoop after generous scoop like a soft serve ice-cream machine that was on auto…it just keeps on supplying endless tasty morsels of creamier ,smoother and the lightest whipped white delight possible…. so softee , so creemee…so please cream me…it was logical…her softness had his hardness erect….he needed relief.
Amy needed action. He released his cock through his zip…ah that was better…jeans were so goddamn tight with a serious throbbing hard on.
“Oh Murray …no…we agreed …only one of us naked at a time …you can’t control this…” and she started to tuck her breasts away quickly and hurriedly roll down her sweater.
There was a creaking sound and the pair was momentarily startled into silence. They both listened. Only the tick of the clock at the bottom of the stairs. The curve of headlight beams through the blinds then directed away. A cat meowing and a dog barking. In their mutual intensity of touch they had lost all the surrounding sounds. Now the night was quite again …only the clock.
“ Amy…Amy…its fine…keep your clothes on…but my cock need relief babes…pretty please…” and Murray kissed her… drawing her mouth to his , his hand at the back of her head. It was a lush soothing enjoyable pash. He got on to her soft neck next. He was nibbling intensely as Amy started a hand job.
Murray’s mother Donna was now sitting towards the bottom of the stairs …in the shadows unseen by the young couple but the shafts of light around and under the blinds and from their fish tank made everything clear enough.
Donna was watching Amy massage up her own son’s impressive rod. He hadn’t got that pecker from his dad …long absent from the scene of this household. Her own fingers were straying under her nightgown to her lonesome coochie…it was wrong…but it felt so good…she was watching Amy stroke and she was doing a reasonable job for a young lass. Murray not having had a skilled hand by the looks of it was appreciating any cock attention…the oh so easily pleased young sexual explorers.
Murray started to ease Amy’s head down…but Amy hesitated…then Amy stopped stroking…Donna stopped touching...intrigued by the uncertainty here and slightly frustrated between her moistening thighs.
“Amy please…you know I’ve always wanted you to do this…don’t think about it…just do it….please for me…you’re driving me crazy …don’t get me wrong Babe…your hand is awesome but I really really need your mouth over my cock…please Babe” and he gently kissed her.
Ah thought Donna he knows how to get what he wants.
Amy still hesitated…nearly getting distance…then she pecked Murray on his cheek.
“Ok “…then unsure from Amy: “I’ll try … but are you clean”?
“Christ Babe what do you mean?” a really puzzled Murray who showered regularly.
Doona knew ...the little minx had gone down before the tart and had probably got a crusty cheesy smelly one and wasn’t up for it again…oh the wasted opportunities created in the present by a sad bad sexual experience.
Amy sighed and went for it… Christ if was…
Murray’s hard youthful rod was instantly uncomfortable…Amy’s teeth were grating as she tried to get a rhythm going , she had her hand around his balls but it was fucking uncomfortable…she started to suck slower but loosely... she tried to take it deeper as it softened a bit but just gagged and Christ she knew she was making a mess of it and her heart was going out of the action too… a sloppy passionless head job …limp dick in her mouth…
Even Donna wasn’t getting stimulated by the sight….oh Christ… woeful inexperience.
“It’s alright Babe… thanks for trying” but his voice held that note of frustrated male ego.
Amy put her arm around him …Murray went for her nipple under her clothes and Amy’s hand wandered back to massaging his cock.
At least she could supply a hand job…she knew that…
The stamina of youth…give a cock attention…it comes backs quicker than Lazarus…
Donna was impressed until Murray asked Amy to try again….go down on him again.
Amy was over the taste problem…Murray was fleshy salty but fine…but she had lost her confidence…she gave a few light fluffy sucks and Murray was on the way down like a slowly leaking balloon…
“Oh for Christ’s sake…spit on it…lick his balls…get dirty with it girly…” this from Donna on the stairs who realised…then said “Oh shit” more to herself…than the shocked young couple.
Murray scrabbled for his underwear.
Amy was wiping her mouth and trying to be Miss Prim and Proper: like the school girl who has been caught but thinks by fluttering and flashing their baby blues they will innocently get out of a really tight situation.
“ Jeez mum …we haven’t done anything” defensively from Murray …more concerned at being caught out…a youth’s fear in their own sexuality in their own home…it hadn’t registered yet what his mum had actually said…that she had been watching them…
Amy processed it first.
Then Murray.
They looked at each other …but still expected adult direction: ‘You know I think it’s time Amy went home’ or ‘Murray how could you …here on the lounge….in your own home…so openly…’ those kinds of responses were floating around in young confused caught out minds.
The young inexperienced couple got direction alright…
“Grip his shaft sweetie and get a steady rhythm …watch your teeth and suck like a lollipop; you are really enjoying …”
And Amy under instructions… had Murray hard …so friggin hard because she was enjoying being told what to do…it made her get wet between her own legs….
Murray was just lost in male bliss. Amy was stroking and licking and sucking like she knew exactly what he wanted.
“Dribble a big wad of spit over his head…right now…darling…do as I say now…” commanded Donna.
Amy followed orders and her tongue created a salivary, viscous, tacky, gooey, gummy, happy cock nearly instantly on her Murray.
Donna could tell when Murray had had enough…shit he was closing in on load loss territory…not yet she planned…Amy was in the zone and enjoying the dribbly, slobbery treat of hard wet cock…she was developing championship girly skills very quickly…ah technique, guidance and practice… plus the willing engagement…the commitment to cock…Amy was impressively committed now.
Donna upped the ante for Murray but without the pressure on his delicate sensitive pecker head…instructing Amy with…
“Lick his balls sweetie and then under his balls…lick around your boy’s areshole”….
Well Amy would never have ventured this far south alone…but given the tuition…the coaching instruction…it was like she had to obey…hell she wanted to obey…this was all new and new in sex is great…better than great…its …well… its swell… Amy was licking soft lightly hairy balls and was lost to thought…she was licking…enjoying the sensation and listening to Murray’s pleasurable groans: his mmm’s of delight ;she had never given a boy before…shit his mum knew a lot about cock…Amy wanted her guidance and modus operandi down pat... to copy.
“Don’t forget his arsehole cutie…go for it now” said his watching mum.
Amy appreciated the leadership because she was getting stuck on each new sensation…wanting to savour it forever…but the moving on was unreal…it was captivating of self in giving pleasure and Murray was delirious …not in control as the male…she was the creator of pleasure under tutelage…but who cared…she had Murray’s balls and arse in double licking range and started alternating between them and lingering with tongue flicking on his stretched skin in between…Murray went “Oh Fuck yes…there…stay there”
His girlfriend had his perineum in euphoric delight…the soft skin extended but oh so sensitive…how had she found a new pleasure spot for him.
Donna was impressed… Amy was off on her own… creating her original pleasure sequence for Murray…the young woman’s tongue greedily exploring ridges and folds and crevices of maleness on her man.
“Honey it’s time for this “said Donna …
Time for what thought Amy; who was cock and arse occupied.
“Honey its time” Donna repeated gently but insistent.
Amy looked up …Donna had a lubed condom stretched ready on her fingers.
“Oh “said Amy…” but I’m a virgin….I still am Mrs Lehman “…she was apologetic and formal.
“Sweetie …I thought so….I know that masturbating punk under you is too…if he was getting it…his sheets wouldn’t be so stained on wash day….
….Honey here…ease it over your finger…that’s it…now ease it over Murray’s…head…that’s it…leave a gap at the top…his wad has to go somewhere honey…ah you’re a natural sweetie…that’s it; roll it down carefully…my isn’t your man a firm thing….okay sweetie …off with your panties…”
Amy was excited and wasn’t even thinking she was undressing, that she was fully naked in front of Mrs Lehman…she was energized for action…this was it…her and Murray …here and now…
Murray was holding his rigid wood and keeping the condom in place….he was watching Amy’s bushy coochie
approaching…she was going to sit on his cock…he actually didn’t care how his cock got in Amy as long as it got in….Amy was above…Donna guiding and easing her body onto Murray's prick.
Amy was so wet his fat sausage went in easily …his mum…easing her hips up and down…wow that was it…it was in the movement…shit it was stunningly good…it was awesome….it was amazingly good…she wanted the stab and feel …over and over….as she was eased down by Donna…her clitty got little tingles against his pubic bone and as Donna leveraged her up…her pussy stretched and held Murray’s cock tighter…delectable…horny and wonderful …at the same time…oh Christ sex was good…
Donna left Amy to her own natural rhythm now… Amy chose rapid, express young sex…she was hasty and intent on orgasm…the growing intensity nourished from her movement up and down…
Murray grabbed Amy’s arse instinctively and propelled her jointly up and down…his cock lost in fem flesh….wrapped in the grove of human delight….enveloped in the tunnel of mutual friction-able gratification.
Donna was getting herself off reasonably quietly right next to the young couple. Working her clit with one set of fingers and another set of digits deeply stirring her moist mature motherly slit.
A hedonistic trinity. A carnal threesome on the assembly line of climax. A triumvirate of happiness exploding through individual bodies in instances of their lives.
Donna shamelessly felt the pleasure plateau popping through self just before…
Amy went… “Oh God…Oh me”
And Murray was grunting with deep guttural primordial maleness as his wad fired out of his cock…into Amy’s tight warmness.
Murray was relaxing. Amy was collapsing into his chest…still holding his cock in her.
Donna got them back to the necessary reality of young post sex… “Hold the bottom of the condom son….and get it out …now”
Well so much for young post coital lovely dovey virginal tender togetherness. Fuck the practicalities of condoms. They pull bodies apart…
Amy and Murray confronting the slippery full little plastic bag of gene denied tadpoles. Not sexy really.
“Murray bin it and bring back the ice-cream from the fridge…go …go… now…sunshine…”
Then added: “Son… take your jocks too”
Murray came back and then headed off again to the kitchen… slipping on his boxers as he went… the sight of his balls dangling between his legs…not his best angle…thought Amy and Donna in one of those sync womanly moments when seeing balls from the wrong viewpoint.
The light was on in the kitchen…it cast a shard over Amy’s glowing face.
“Sweetie …I’ll get you to my doctor…get you on the pill…much more fun …get your panties on honey…Murray’s had enough excitement for the minute….”
Three spoons…one large tub of ice-cream….all dipping in…nothing strange about that…
A mother, her son and his girlfriend under sexual instruction in front of the mum…well mothers’ know best.
Amy and Murray…both young and still ravenousness for boy-girl girl-boy flesh, the insatiable creatures they were fast becoming… were up for more after they got their energy back…courtesy of the smooth shared sweet ice-cream.
Then it was off to bed…a queen bed …and very deep into the wee hours it was three in the bed and for once three was most definitely company. And Murray was happy without a condom and Amy squealed with delight as mummy dear guided them into the practice of safe sex, the anal way.
Murray's cock bludgeoning a tight pink starfish like it was made to do, while mummy dearest licked balls and sucked a cute clitty and fingered her own arse too. Yes, mummy's can multi-task and it just kept going from dirty, to filthy to grubby, as Murray tasted his mum's secret secretions and Amy's tongue tip rimmed mature arse...
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