A Quicky for Mommy
stepmother & stepson are alone. She wants him, again & again
In a pleading voice, stepmom says, "Comm'on,
stepson
! You promised to fuck me, '
later
', but I'm sooo horny right nowww.
Pllleeease
?
Now in a sultry wicked cadence, she then tries, "I'll let you fuck me in the assss...," as she roughly grasps her pillowy tits, pulls her nipples out to the extreme and hums, "Ummm, my tits are gonna pop. Wouldn't
YOU
like to pop them, instead?"
Cue the misty colored memories...
This was just a typical mock drama for the mice at play in the Franklin house. That is, when Robbie's dad, his stepmother Ginny's second husband, who's the roost's cat, is away. And, when he's gone, it's usually for several days at a time. Dad/Hubby, aka Peter Franklin, had become a company man years ago. He wasn't always, though. At the time of Robbie's birth, Peter was a swashbuckling Puss-In-Boots entrepreneur with his own tech startup. Now he's a decade into corporate management. His first wife soured on the once adventurous man she thought she had hitched to. "Salaried" husband no longer did it for her. By age 10, Robbie's mom up and left for good, with a younger D'artagnan, and a suitcase, in tow.
Corporate Dad scored it big when he met the new department employee, Ginny McGuilan, at her first company New Years party. Initially the sex was red-hot. Then they got married, and Dad turned into Dud once more, leaving the VERY sexually liberated Ginny Franklin lacking for a scratch to her perpetual itch. Slut, you might call her, though slattern would be more apropos a label. After years of a semi-absent husband, Ginny had resented being relegated as Dad's concubine on call. She was Second Wife to his first love... the All-Mighty Dollar.
Ginny quickly realized that she had to have a readily available carnal substitute, which is where Peter's bio-son Robbie came into play. He had just passed the threshold of manhood when Dad remarried. The "blended family" all enjoyed the stable environment that had developed in their newly common abode.
Robbie would often catch Ginny nonchalantly stealing a view of him, particularly when he was in tight swimwear. He couldn't discern whether it was only his hormone-saturated radar being hyper-aware, or his stepmom's genuine lustful interest, that he perceived as the impetus for her sideways wanton glances at him. When he busted her with a return stare, she would look down half-guilty with a tight-lipped "oops" grin to defuse their shared embarrassment.
However, Robbie was just as culpable of sneaking a peek down her revealing strapless plunging necklines on nights she would accompany Peter to yet another boring company soirΓ©e. The slutty attire she brazenly clad was her tacit protest for her obligatory attendance at his side. Dad was so blind when brown-nosing the boss on such occasions that he failed to protest her risquΓ© display as he should. This worked out just fine for Robbie, who couldn't have missed the lewd show if HE were blinded. The way she smugly grinned at him when she caught him looking at her chest and panty-less tight dresses, Robbie could swear the show was exclusively done for him. He would furiously rub one out on such nights watching MILF porn images of her likeness, while thinking of her sexy body and smile.
Robbie had a couple of girlfriends during High School to exercise his misdirected frustration on, but they were too prissy to let themselves be defiled on other than the rare "special occasion." They considered being fucked as his award for heeding their continual prompts for obsequious doting. Needless to say, this did not quench his thirst, and he gave up on dating cohorts for some time. Enter the perfect hole to be filled for his "incel" love life, his stepmother. She could tell by his constant furtive glimpses at her swaying hips and bouncing tits that he was ripe for the picking. The first time Dad skipped town for a whole week on a company retreat Ginny successfully seduced him.
And so it became a regular ritual of incessant, incestual fucking that they would play out when Dad was gone, which was at least a couple of days every month. The intermittent pauses between business trips would afford Robbie the opportunity to recharge his sperm supply. For when they were by themselves, the torrid acts to follow he would surely be drained...
And, now: back to the future...
Robbie finally lifts his head from his iPhone and stares directly at stepmom's twin airbags, which she has lewdly stretched out by the nipples, "Mom, it's been, like what, maybe an hour. Ya gotta give me a little recovery time, my balls can only produce so much so fast, you know."
Irate, Ginny plops her nude ass on top of Robbie's lap, facing him, and shoves both breasts into his face, "Recovery, smovery! Do your
son-ly
duty! You told me that if I suck your cock and eat your sperm, delicious as it is, you'd '
take care of Mommy Alll day!
' The sun's still up son, so
YOU
get it UP and RE-do me already!"
At her lament, Robbie feigns his reluctance, "All right, if you put it
THAT
way...."
Ginny, "Don't sound so enthusiastic. You better
PUT THAT
big hairy cock inside me, pronto!
Without any warning his stepmom covets his lips possessively with hers, "Wmmm... hummm Ummm," Robbie muffles in shock.
After a time locking lips, Ginny seductively raises herself to her feet, then down on her knees in front of Robbie, grasping the root end of his already rock hard shaft with that same sense of possessiveness.
"Well, would you look at that! Robbie's big pee-pee doesn't want to '
recover
,' it wants to get a mommy hug," and with that she plunges her mouth over his entire 9" thick staff.