Cc Magic 8 Ball Pt 03

Magic 8-Ball: Stepmother's Milking - Part 3

Vince had been laying on his stepmother's lap, breastfeeding her very full breasts for nearly fifteen minutes when Emmanuelle noticed his hardon. She'd reassured him that this was natural, that they were family and that this was just how they show their love for one another. And since he was helping relieve some of her pressure, she offered to help relieve some of his.

She moved her hand and touched his thigh, making him shiver for a moment. Then her hand slid directly onto his shaft, only the very thin material of his bathing suit between them, lightly sliding over it. She could immediately tell how hard he was... how hard... and how big. And felt her pussy clench with desire.

Vince moaned in pleasure at her touch. He couldn't believe this was happening. First being asked to actually suck on her nipples and now... she was touching his cock.

"You're so hard, honey... so... rock... hard," she whispered, her voice sounding a little distant. "I think you need some relief, too, don't you? Since you helped me and gave me some relief... maybe... I can help you with that... Do you want that?"

"Mmhmm," he half moaned, not releasing her nipple from his mouth.

"Can I... can I see it? That's not too weird is it?" she asked, grabbing the elastic waist band of his trunks.

He dropped both hands to his hips, raising them up off the couch, and helped her slide them down his thighs. "No... it's not... weird."

"Ok... sweetie... take these off," she said and helped him slide them off his legs and tossed them onto the coffee table. Her fingers immediately encircled his shaft as she looked at it, smiling. His cock looked so good. His cock felt so good in her hand. She was drooling now... from her mouth and pussy.

"If you want me to stop baby, we can stop, ok?" she asked, making sure he understood. "We can stop at any time."

"I understand, mom," he whispered and knew there was absolutely no way he was going to stop her. He wanted this more than anything in the world. "I love you."

"I love you, too, baby," she said as her hand slid up and down his shaft. He'd had only one handjob before from a young, inexperienced high school girl. This was far better. He knew he was going to remember this for the rest of his life. She spit into her palm, using her own spittle as a lubricant to help her hand slide along his shaft even better.

Vince moaned as her hand slid up and down his shaft, slow and deliberate, twisting as it went. He was so hard and sensitive and it was driving him crazy. Emmanuelle obviously knew exactly what she was doing... and was really wanting to do it.

"Do you like the way that feels?" she asked, not even looking down at him. Ever since his cock was exposed, her eyes never left it.

"Yeah," Vince whispered, finally letting her nipple free from his mouth.

"Oh... look at that," she whispered, licking her lips. "I can't believe how hard you are. You got so hard for your mommy, didn't you?"

"Yeah... it's really, really hard right now." Vince felt it pulsing, felt it swelling so big that it almost felt like it was going to explode. "I'm going to really cum hard."

"Yeah?" Emmanuelle smiled, looking down at him at last. "Oh, I like taking care of my baby's cock. You're gonna give me all that good cum, aren't you?" she asked, nodding, prodding him to agree to do just that. "You're gonna relieve all that stress. Don't worry, baby... I'll take care of your every need. I love taking care of you."

"Oh, God, that feels so good," he moaned.

"Oh yeah baby... just give me all your stress," she said, moving her hand just over the sensitive head, making Vince move his hips as the pleasure grew too intense. "It feels so good in my hand. You like that?"

"Oh... yeah..." Vince hissed through clenched teeth. This was so intense and the pleasure was almost unbearable. "I'm so close."

"Ooh, mommy loves your big, big dick," she said, directing her attention to his shaft once again. "Are you going to make a mess in mommy's hand?"

"Yeah... I'm gonna cum... hard," he whispered, breathing harder.

"Yeah? Mmmm... I want that, baby," she moaned. "It's what I'm here for. Yeah... so good... You want your mommy to do this... you want your mommy to jerk your big, fat cock... oh yeah, you do."

She changed her hand positioning again, and worked a sensitive spot right below the head. Vince's head rolled back and he let out a loud groan. "Look at that," she giggled softly. "It's really sensitive right there. Squeeze it really tight and just work it right there. Mmhmm? You like that?"

"God yeah... it's really... good," Vince moaned.

"Mmm," she moaned, shifting her hand again to slide up and down the full length of his shaft. "Oh, yeah." She looked down at him again. "You like it when I touch your cock?" she asked. "I always wondered what it looked like when you were walking around in the house. I always wondered what got you hard. Did you like sucking on mommy's titties? Did that get you all hard?"

Vince licked his lips, nodding slowly. "I loved it. They're amazing mommy. Oh, God!" he groaned.

She smiled and brought her hand to her breast, squeezing and pulling a little milk from it into her hand. She then dribbled her milk over his cock, grabbing it once again. She'd changed a little again and ended every stroke by sliding her hand down to caress and stroke his balls. "You like it like that? Oh, your balls are tightening up... you're so close. I just can't believe your cock is so fucking hard for me. Oh, you need this, don't you?"

The milk dribbling on his cock sent a surge of pleasure through him suddenly. "Oh God!" he moaned, closing his eyes. "God that was so hot! Yeah... I really need this," he admitted. He didn't admit that he'd needed it for years now. He'd fantasized about it and masturbated to that fantasy practically every night.

"You need to cum, don't you?" she asked, knowing that he did... and badly. She knew he was so very close and was priding herself on prolonging the edge. "You need that... big, yummy release. You just need to let it go. Tell mommy what you need."

"Oh... fuck... I need you to make me cum, mommy," he said.

"Mmmm... just what I want to hear." Her hand moved faster now, sliding up and down his shaft, sliding up and over the head with every stroke. She could feel his body moving with every stroke, knowing that he was getting so close.

"Oh, you like it a little faster. You like it like that?" she asked. "Look at that big dick... that big dick needs a release, huh? Come on... give me your cum... give it to me... give it all to me." She stroked up and down, the entire length of his cock, squeezing and twisting. She used every trick she'd ever learned to make him cum hard. "Oh, you're gonna explode... you're gonna cum all over my little hand."

Vince's face contorted with pleasure and his body went tense, indicating his impending release.

"Give it up to mommy," she said, her hand moving very fast now. "You can give it up to me, baby. All of it."

"Oh God," he groaned as the first spray erupted from his cock, landing on his stomach, with more following the first, helped by her pumping hand.

"Oh yes!" she said excitedly. "Mmm... oh fuck yes... Look at all that fucking cum. Oh, it's still coming. Look at that." She moved her hand a lot slower now, trying not to stay too long at the head, as she pumped all of his cum out. The milky white fluid ran over and around her hand, covering it.

"Wasn't that wonderful?" she said, bringing her hand up, turning it this way and that, looking at all the cum on it. "Mommy takes care of you the best, doesn't she? Feel better now?"

"Oh my God that felt so good," Vince admitted. That felt better than any time he did it himself, too.

Emmanuelle brought her cum-covered hand to her lips and licked a little of it off, closing her eyes as she tasted him for the first time. It was so wrong... but he tasted so good... so fucking good.

"Good!" she smiled down at him. "I'm going to go get cleaned up. You go clean yourself off and then we can go out to the hot tub. Ok?"

"Oh God yeah... so good," he moaned, feeling drained of energy after that amazing orgasm. With a grunt he stood, grabbed his swim trunks, and walked into the bathroom, his still-hard cock bobbing in the air. He closed the door behind him and looked at himself in the mirror. His wish had truly been fulfilled. He couldn't believe how good it felt to have his stepmom touch him like that. And when she wiped her breastmilk on his cock, it truly sent him over the edge.

Emmanuelle watched Vince as he left all the way until he closed the bathroom door. Then she sighed, licked her lips, and looked at her hand again, looked at all the cum that covered it. All that yummy seed. On a sudden impulse, she slid her hand across one breast and then the other, painting them with his cum. She swirled it over and around each nipple, feeling them harden again, feeling them tingle and send so much pleasure directly to her pussy. It was... unbelievable!

She stood, forcing her hand away from her body, scared she was going to have another orgasm, slipped into the master bathroom and closed the door to get cleaned up.

*****

They spent an hour in the hot tub, talking and flirting, enjoying the hot water and the company. And at the end, they dried off and changed into their night clothes.

Vince generally stripped down to his underwear for sleeping, but on this trip, he chose to wear pajama shorts and a t-shirt. He was naked when he took off his swim trunks and decided the shorts would be enough... no need to put underwear back on. He picked up the 8-ball and made a quick wish. He had enjoyed her hand on him, but wanted a lot more than that. "I wish my stepmom wanted me even more," he said, hoping that he'd get to fuck her soon. God he wanted her so badly! That handjob was... incredible! He didn't even look at the results of the wish, expecting that if it was going to happen, then it would just happen. He slid the t-shirt on and walked out to the living room. He could feel his cock moving behind his shorts, the thin material not built to hide or hold much at all.

Emmanuelle untied her bikini and put it on the side of the bathtub to dry. Then she opened the dresser drawer and reached in to pull out her pajamas. She'd brought full pajamas, pants and a button-up top, but for some reason that just didn't feel right. She looked at the closet door and noticed the robe she had hanging there, a long, grey, silk robe. She loved the feel of the robe against her skin and needed the lighter, silk material against her nipples. All of her cotton robes were too rough against her very sensitive nipples.

She felt a little naughty, especially because of what happened earlier and slid the robe over her naked body, tying the sash. Then she looked at herself in the mirror. "It's just for comfort... nothing more," she told her image, knowing she was lying to herself. She hoped Vince would like her robe... and hoped he would help her take it off. She didn't know why but she felt a very strong desire for him.

When she emerged from her bedroom, Vince was already sitting on the couch, with the blanket over his lap, scrolling through TV channels, looking for a movie.

"Want some popcorn?" she asked.

"Yeah! Please!" he said, watching her turn back towards the kitchen. Her robe looked so sexy, so incredible on her. She cooked some microwave popcorn and poured it into a bowl, then walked back into the living room and sat on the couch next to Vince.

"Can I have part of that?" she asked, grabbing the edge of the blanket and pulling it towards her. He helped her unfold it and lay it across both of their laps and she moved close to him, setting the popcorn on his lap.

"Anything in particular you want to watch?" he asked as he scrolled through the selections.

"I dunno... something interesting," she said. "Not a comedy."

"How about Basic Instinct? It's a thriller... cops... Michael Douglas and Sharon Stone."

"That sounds good," she said. "Sure."

The movie was thirty years old, with a seductive, middle-aged Sharon Stone. She looked incredibly beautiful and sexy in the movie and Vince felt his cock twitch several times. When the police interrogated her for the murder of her boyfriend, he sat spellbound as the detectives and lawyers in the movie, watching her, entranced by her.

She was wearing a sleeveless, white, form-fitting dress, casually smoking a cigarette while the detectives and lawyers interrogated her. One leg was crossed almost obscenely over the other, giving a hint of what she was... or wasn't... wearing under her dress.

"Would you tell us the nature of your relationship with Mr. Boz?" the assistant district attorney asked, quizzing her about the man that was found murdered.

"I had sex with him for about a year and a half," Sharon's character said, almost smugly. Her complete disregard for societal norms for speaking excited him. "I liked having sex with him. He wasn't afraid of experimenting. I like men like that. Men who give me pleasure. He gave me a lot of pleasure."

The attorney paused, almost overwhelmed by her sexuality, but continued finally. "You ever engage in any sadomasochistic activity?"

Sharon leaned forward a moment. "Exactly what did you have in mind, Mr. Carreli?"

The lawyer swallowed... hard. Vince did too. He could feel his cock getting harder with every scene. "You ever tie him up?"

"No."

The detective was quick to follow up. "You never tied him up?"

Sharon was quick, cold, and seductive in her answer. "No. Johnny liked to use his hands too much. I like hands and fingers."

Off the screen, Vince shifted his position. "You ok?" Emmanuelle asked Vince, as he moved to address his growing erection underneath the blanket.

"Yeah," he said. His mouth was feeling dry. This movie was really getting to him. Most of the movies he'd seen had a younger woman being seductive. This was an older woman, a single woman with money and a sex drive. And she wasn't afraid to use either to get what she wanted. And she made him think of Emmanuelle... and her use of hands and fingers.

"She's really sexy," Emmanuelle admitted.

"Yeah. I never really thought about older women being sexy like that."

"It's a very natural thing for women my age to still be very... you know... sexually needy," she said. "But I'm sure you don't want to hear that about your stepmother." She was a little embarrassed to admit her own sexual needs to her stepson... but for some reason, she wanted to. Her husband had been a bit reluctant to touch her over the past year because of her pregnancy and her sex drive was through the roof.

"You're really sexy," he said softly.

"Well... thank you... wow... you really think so?" she asked, blushing a little. The movie had also effected her, that and the fact that her breasts were starting to tingle again, starting to get full. It wouldn't be long before she was going to need some relief again.

"I definitely think so. I really... think about you a lot." He looked down, a little embarrassed to admit that.

"You're such a sweet talker," she said, leaning over to kiss his shoulder. "I love you, you know that? I don't know what I'd do without you." She ducked her head under his arm, putting his arm around her shoulders, and leaned in against his chest.

Vince enjoyed being so close to her, feeling the heat of her body against him. His cock responded, rapidly growing and throbbing underneath the blanket. As the movie progressed, his hand slowly moved from her upper arm, onto her breast, and his fingers ever so lightly teased and stroked her nipple. It was innocent at first, or so he tried to make it seem, but the longer it went on, the more she knew it was deliberate. She put her hand on his bare thigh, slowly curling and lengthening her fingers, stroking the skin there. She could almost feel his erection bulging out towards her, wanting her.

The movie was close to the end, but Emmanuelle couldn't take much more. Between the pressure in her breast, the natural swelling and tingling of her nipples underneath her silk robe, and the tease of his fingertips on her breast, she was a mess. She could even feel the milk dripping from her nipples.

She sat up, freeing his arm from around her shoulders, stood for a moment pulling the blanket off them both, and then slid into his lap, facing him. She licked her lips in excitement. "Honey... I, um... really liked what you did for me earlier. Do you think you could help me again?"

"I thought it was just going to be the once," Vince admitted.

"Honey, what I'm doing is out of necessity. We need to do this. I have no choice. My breasts are so full again, they ache." She slid her hands over her breasts on the outside of her robe. "Just look at mommy's breasts... how big and round and firm they are... how full they are. Do you like them?"

Vince felt the heat from her body on him, felt the heat from her pussy so close to his cock. His cock grew swiftly from this new sensation and view. "God... yes, I love them."

"Oh," she smiled, seductively. "I know... exactly... what they do to you," she said, squeezing and stroking them. "And I really like that. Right now, it doesn't matter that you're my stepson. I need your help. You trust mommy, right?" She loosened her belt and opened her robe slightly, showing the bare skin beneath, a little boob on either side, just barely hidden behind the robe. "This only works if you know that mommy loves you. Ok, sweetheart? I really love you... just trust me."

"I do trust you... it's just..." Vince stared at the gap in her robe, stared at the mounds of flesh that were mostly visible. The hard, long nipples were still hidden behind the thin material.

"I think you've even become more attracted to my breasts since we've been here. Look at mommy's tight, soft cleavage," she said, sliding her fingers over the skin between her breasts, forcing him to focus his gaze there. "You love mommy right? You'll do as mommy says?"

"Of course I will," he said, his eyes never leaving her breasts.

"I know you want to touch them, don't you? You want to feel them in your hands... in your mouth."

"Oh God, yes!" he said, licking his lips. "They are so... incredible..."

She smiled at his very eager response. "I really like them, too. They feel... oh they feel so good and... so heavy and full." She squeezed them and felt her milk spilling inside her robe. "You love my breasts. You love the way they look. You love the way they feel." She pulled her robe open, exposing her naked breasts to him, her long, hard, pointed nipples dripping with milk, begging to be sucked. She played with her nipples, circling them and squeezing them, feeling the sensations all over her body. "They are... big... and squeezable. Ready to be enjoyed. So soft... and so receptive. Do as mommy says. Make mommy happy."

He leaned forward and took one of her offered nipples into his mouth, sucking and drinking the milk it offered. His arms encircled her, pulling her body into him for him to feed.

"That's a good boy. I don't know if it's post-pregnancy... or breastfeeding, but I've gotten a lot hornier in the last year. I just don't know what to do with all that pent up energy, you know? Your dad just can't keep up with my libido. And I'm tired of toys." She looked at him, so contentedly sucking on her nipple, drinking her milk, his eyes half closed. "It's best I direct it your way... right? You seem like a willing... participant."

"I'm a very willing participant," he whispered, moving to her her other nipple. "I'll suck on your tits any time you want. I love it. I love the taste. It's so good... so sweet."

Emmanuelle's body was pulled into Vince and he held her there tightly. She could feel his pulsing rock-hard cock stabbing out as if trying to find her pussy all on its own. She pushed her hips forward and felt the rewarding hip thrust from Vince as his cock slid against her white-hot wetness through his pajama shorts. She smiled when she heard him grunt beneath her.