When Chelsea returned from her latest modeling gig in the Bahamas, one of her friends threw a "preview party" to preview the first cover shot Chelsea ever had in her short career.
"Come on, Mom," she begged Steffi. "it would mean a lot to me if you were there. I'm a first-time cover girl! Can you believe it?"
"I'm not sure I'd fit in with your model friends, honey," Steffi replied, "Don't you think I'm a bit old to be hanging around such people?"
"You're my mom and only thirty-five, so it isn't like you're ancient. You're supposed to be older, silly. Will you come to the party? Pleeeeeeeeeeeease?"
"Let me think about it."
"God, you're almost as bad as Mitch. I came short of squeezing his balls to get him to go with me."
Steffi perked up. "Mitch is going?"
"Yeah, after I nagged him all afternoon. He finally agreed when I bribed him by saying he might 'get lucky' tonight when we come home."
"Honey, you really shouldn't use the promise of sex to get a man to do anything. Trust me, I learned from experience. The only difference was when I did the bribing, I ended up pregnant."
"Too much information, Mom. Besides, I make Mitch use condoms. The last thing I need right now with my career taking off is a kid."
"True, but just be careful." Steffi paused for a moment before adding, "You know what? I think I will go to Liz's party."
Chelsea hugged her. "Oh, thanks, Mom! You won't regret it, I promise!"
"What kind of mom would I be not to want a sneak peek at your new pictures?"
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When Chelsea had gone home to get ready for her friend's party, Steffi showered and dressed. She'd chosen a white low-cut peasant blouse and a loose skirt that came down to just above her knees. She checked herself out in a mirror before driving to Liz's place.
Not used to drinking, she had a few glasses of wine and began to feel a little tipsy. Two guys drooled over Chelsea's preview cover while Steffi and a few other women pored through some other pictures from her Bahamas shoot.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Mitch alone in a corner nursing his beer and looking bored. Steffi shook her head, wondering what was going through his mind as he'd watched several "beautiful people" fawning over his girlfriend. She made a note to have a chat with him once she could get away from Chelsea and her friends.
The wine hit her with a full effect and she needed to find a restroom. Pulling Liz aside, Steffi asked where it was.
"Down the hall, third door on the right," Liz replied, pointing toward a nearby hallway.
Once in the bathroom, Steffi shut the door and quickly attended to much-needed business. She'd just washed her hands when she looked up in the mirror and realized she wasn't alone.
Mitch.
She turned toward him. "What are you..."
He put his hand over her mouth. "Shhh..."
Mitch's hand was immediately replaced with his mouth on hers. He kissed her hard and well, probing ever inch of her mouth with his tongue.
He yanked down the top of her blouse and the strapless bra she'd worn underneath, revealing her breasts. He almost came at that moment. Instead, he squeezed them together roughly and his thumbs moved over her lnipples, stimulating them until they were erect.
"God, baby, I've been so damn horny since you showed up," he whispered in her ear."Your tits looked so fucking hot in that top."
Steffi noticed the obvious bulge in his pants, an aching hard-on begging for release She reached down and undid his jeans. With a wicked smile, she reached inside and grasped his shaft. She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked it teasingly.
It was all Mitch could take. "I need to fuck you right here, right now." he said.
"Hmm, you're such a bad boy," she replied.
"Yeah, and you love it." His tongue slithered in her ear.
Mitch pulled Steffi up onto the counter before he hitched up her skirt and removed her thong. He leaned in between her legs and shoved his entire length inside her. Steffi's pussy muscles gripped the sides of his cock like a vise while they fucked and passionately kissed, their tongues probing each other's mouths.
They stared into each other's eyes while he continued pummeling her for a least twenty minutes. Steffi bit her lip to prevent crying out her orgasm, which she knew would draw attention to what she and Mitch were doing in the bathroom.
The idea of Chelsea only a few feet away mingling with friends while her mother and boyfriend engaged in raw sex behind a locked bathroom door made Steffi even more aroused.
Mitch put his arms under her knees and pulled her legs back toward her head while he continued to fuck her. They hissed dirty talk at each other the entire time, and he continued screwing her with rough, high-velocity thrusts.
"God, Mitch, fuck me!" she hissed.
He didn't miss a stroke. "You love this," he growled in her ear. "Tell me how much you love being such a slut for me, baby."
"It's so hot when we fuck like this," Steffi replied as her hips thrust forward to meet his. She rubbed her clit as he thrust into her. "That's it, Mitch," she gasped. "Fuck me like the filthy whore I am!"
"Oh, yeah, you're such a sexy little nympho...I love how you'll take my cock anytime and anywhere."
"I love how you want to give it to me all of the time."
His balls began to tighten and his cock swelled inside her. Mitch increased his thrusts as hard as he could as his orgasm drew closer.
"I'm going to come inside you, you beautiful bitch," he groaned breathlessly.
She gripped his neck. "Yes! Do it!"
Mitch kissed her hard to squelch any cries of their respective orgasms as Steffi felt the familiar wet warmth of his sperm passing into her.
After a few more thrusts, he pulled out and helped her down from the counter.
Mitch pulled up his pants and zipped them. "Wait here a few minutes and I'll go out first," he said with a wink. "Don't want anyone to get suspicious, especially your daughter."
Steffi nodded. "See you tonight?"
