Mr. President 1(231)

“Of course I did,” she says very slowly, my cock spasming harder and harder as the sound of her voice caresses my eardrums. “We’re family now.”

“Family,” I repeat after her, straining to get the word out as I press my forehead against the wall, my cock pulsing viciously against my fingers. I explode like that, the sound of her honeyed voice still echoing in my mind as ropes of thick cum spurt from my dick.

I remain still, holding my spasming cock in my hand until I hear her leave the room. Only then do I realize I was holding my breath as I came, my fucking lungs aching to start working again.

Looking down at my hard cock, drops of cum still dripping down my shaft, I can’t help but feel buckets of fucking adrenaline coursing through me as I fully accept what I’ve done; I fucking jerked off to my stepmother.

It seems like this is going to be an interesting fucking summer, after all.





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Jocelyn

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Oh my God, hun. Don’t look at me like that!

I can’t believe the thoughts that have been running through my head. Lance Anders is my stepson! But I swear I can’t help but feel irresistibly attracted to him. I mean, I had seen pictures of him, and I knew how gorgeous he was… But to see him in the flesh… Now that’s a completely different thing. Ever since he walked in through the door, I can’t help thinking about those big arms. That deep chest. That flat and sculpted stomach. Those abs I got the barest of peeks of.

And that bulge. Oh, my. Is that his…

No. It can’t be.

It’s so big.

Closing the door to my bedroom, I lay back down on top of the mattress, sighing heavily as I stare at the ceiling. Michael is still in his study, working as usual, as if nothing could ever disrupt his workaholic routine—not even the return of his only son. He and Lance only traded a few curt words over dinner, and I took it upon myself to make the younger Anders feel welcome here. But I should be careful. If I don’t keep a cool head, I might do or say something stupid. It’s not as easy as it seems, though. Every time I’m close to him I feel my pulse quickening, my eyes taking in his perfectly built body.

I’ve been without sex for far too long, that’s what’s going on with me. And now I’m under the same roof with a young, sexy-as-sin man. That’s an explosive combination. But I need to think straight. Sure, I’m stuck in an ice-cold marriage, but I still have a ring on my finger. And, of course, that perfect man is not only my stepson, he’s also far younger than I am.

But, hell… Is there any harm in just fantasizing for a while? I can let my imagination run wild for a few minutes. What’s the harm in it?

It feels perfect just laying here, my pussy growing wet as I let thoughts of Lance flood my mind. I can't seem to stop thinking about him... About taking off his shirt. About licking his nipple with my tongue. He's at least a foot taller than me, towering over me with that imposing frame of his. I'd love to stare up at his icy blue eyes as I lick that amazing chest of his. As I run my hands down his abs. Those chiseled and intense abs. I wonder how often he works out.

Lance has gone from wearing jeans in my head to now just wearing boxer briefs. They're nice and tight, showing me a perfect outline of his cock. It's thick and bulging, hanging between his legs and holding promises of mind-numbing pleasure.

What is going on with me? I feel really hot and I'm flushed, my insides clenching as desire courses through my veins. The warmth that was permeating my nether regions has now spread all across my body, and while it's not a bad feeling, it's not comfortable either. It demands more… It demands release.

I can't think straight. He’s my stepson... But he's also so gorgeous. So hot.

I want to go down on my knees and take off those boxer briefs. God, I bet that cock is enormous. I wonder what it would taste like. I wonder if it would fit in my mouth.

My mind is thrashing about as I picture running my tongue along Lance's shaft, but he stops me. He's got big, strong hands, and he lifts me up and puts me down on the bed. He lifts me like a feather, the muscles in his arms coiling as he moves.

Biting down on my bottom lip, I give up. There’s no use in trying to control myself right now. Breathing hard, I move my hand down and over my tiny nightgown, reaching between my thighs with just my fingertips. There’s one last moment of hesitation, but then I slide my fingers under the fabric of my black lace thong. A shiver goes up my spine as I press down on my clit, rubbing it in hurried circles as I picture Lance's naked body, his cock pointing upward as it pulses with desire for me.#p#分页标题#e#