Stepmother catches me masturbating.

Meine Stiefmutter erwischte mich beim mastubieren

Naughty Nights with Mrs. Anderson

Chapter 1: A Steamy Surprise

Ah, sweet weekend mornings. The house was still in slumber, the sun only beginning to peek through the curtains. I was nestled in my room, blankets pulled up to my neck, my eyes drifting shut in the sweet embrace of a forbidden fantasy. But oh, the sweet irony, for today, fate had other plans.

Mrs. Anderson, my stepmother, was a woman of grace and beauty, a ripe, juicy peach in a world of tasteless apples. I couldn’t help but admire her every curve, her round, enormous, tantalizing booty a sight to behold. And today, it seemed, she was out for blood.

The door creaked open, the sun’s rays now replaced by the harsh glare of the hallway light. My heart leapt to my throat as I felt her presence, my breath hitched in my chest. I laid there, frozen, as she approached, her heels clicking rhythmically on the hardwood floors.

“I’ve caught you, young man,” she purred, her voice low and sultry, sending shivers down my spine. I knew I was busted, but dear lord, was she ever tempting.

She stood over me, her shadows dancing on the walls, her body casting a silhouette that was almost too much to bear. She wore a nightie that did little to hide her big assets, the fabric clinging to her skin as if it were painted on.

“I’ve been watching you, you know,” she continued, her eyes locked on mine, her voice dripping with a kinky, seductive power that left me breathless. “I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, my body betraying me as my eyes darted down to her bust, my imagination running wild. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice.

“I… I’m sorry, Mrs. Anderson,” I stammered, my body shaking as I tried to control the desire that pulsed through me.

She chuckled, a low, deep rumble that sent ripples of excitement coursing through me. “Apology accepted,” she said, her voice husky and inviting. “But maybe there’s a different kind of punishment I have in mind.”

And with that, she leaned down, her lips brushing against mine in a kiss that sent my world spinning. I could feel her hands on me, her fingers tracing a path down my chest, her body pressed against mine. The scent of her perfume filled my nose, and I knew I was lost, my mind consumed by the forbidden allure of my stepmother.

As she pulled away, I could feel the heat building between us, the tension crackling in the air. And I knew, deep down, that this was just the beginning of our naughty little secret.

Chapter 2: A Stepmother’s Initiation

Mrs. Anderson had a way of making me feel savor I was the only person in the world, her touch setting my soul on increase. I followed her through the house, my heart blow in my chest, my breath shallow and quick.

We reached her bedroom, and she motioned for me to follow. I hesitated for a moment, the weight of our secrets heavy on my shoulders. But one look at her, her eyes burning with desire, and I knew I couldn’t resist.

She closed the door behind us, her body pressing against mine as she leaned in to kiss me once more. Her hands were on me, her fingers exploring every inch of my body, her tongue tangling with mine in a dance that left me breathless.

I could feel her body against me, her curves pressing into mine, her ample, huge booty rubbing against me in a way that drove me wild. I could feel the heat between us, the tension building as we continued our exploration, our hands roaming each other’s bodies.

She pulled away, her eyes burning with a hunger that I had never seen before. “I want you,” she whispered, her voice low and husky. “I want to taste you, to feel you inside me.”

I could feel the flush of shame and excitement warring within me, but I knew I couldn’t resist her. I nodded, my heart racing as I followed her to the bed, my body trembling with anticipation.

She laid down on the bed, her body glistening in the dim light, her big, huge booty rising and falling with each breath she took. I could feel my cock straining against my pants, my desire for her overwhelming me.

I leaned down, my lips brushing against her neck as I kissed my way down her body, my hands exploring every inch of her curves. I could feel her shivering beneath me, her body arching as I traced a path down to her wet, eager pussy.

I could feel her throbbing against my lips as I kissed and licked her, my tongue exploring her folds, her taste intoxicating. I could feel the heat building between us, the tension growing as I continued my exploration, my fingers teasing her clit as I feasted on her.

She moaned, her body bucking beneath me as she reached her climax, her juices coating my lips and tongue. I could feel the satisfaction of my stepmother’s pleasure, the excitement of our forbidden meeting burning within me.

And as I stood up, my cock straining against my pants, I knew that this was just the beginning of our naughty little secret.

Chapter 3: The Forbidden Fruit

Mrs. Anderson’s body was a feast for the eyes, her ample, huge booty a sight to behold. I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer, my body aching for her touch.

I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, “I want you.”

She moaned, her body arching into mine as she responded, “I want you too.”

I could feel the heat between us, the tension building as I kissed my way down her body, my hands exploring every inch of her curves. I could feel her shivering beneath me, her body arching as I traced a path down to her wet, eager pussy.

I could feel her throbbing against my lips as I kissed and licked her, my tongue exploring her folds, her taste intoxicating. I could feel the heat building between us, the tension growing as I continued my exploration, my fingers teasing her clit as I feasted on her.

But I wanted more, I wanted to feel her around me, to feel her flesh against mine as we came together. I could feel her body trembling beneath me, her desire as strong as my own.

I positioned myself at her entrance, my cock throbbing with anticipation. I could feel her wetness, her warmth enveloping me as I slid inside her. I could feel her body tightening around me, her pussy milking me as I filled her.

Mrs. Anderson wrapped her legs around me, her arms around my neck as we began to move in rhythm, our bodies rocking together in a dance that was as old as time itself. I could feel her wetness coating my cock, her pussy gripping me as she came again and again, her moans of pleasure ringing in