Always sweet towards him in front of Lucy, every now and then he would come down early in the morning, heading to the kitchen for a drink or something to eat, and he would bump into Cassandra. That in itself wasn’t unusual, but more often than not at these chance encounters she would be stood, her butt leaning on the kitchen counter, completely nude, save for a cup of steaming coffee clasped in her hands. She would smirk then turn to leave, as if she had been stood there just waiting to be caught, letting him see her in all her glory, her legs long and lithe but powerfully built, like a long distance runner, her hips curved, her waist thin, her breasts full and soft, slightly low as she was, after all, in her late thirties. Her smile was intoxicating even when he caught her in such compromising moments, often drawing his attention away from other more pressing matters, namely, the thick chocolate cock that slept between her thighs, imposing and threatening. amateur Before he fled those encounters or she left she had always managed a flirtatious wink and a loving, “Morning sugar,” that set his cheeks aflame. In other ways too, he was sure, she flirted with him, friendly hugs always lasted blonde a few moments too long, her hand often squeezing him here or there as she did, her eyes would wander over his body and even when he caught her looking, she would continue, never ashamed to be caught by blowjob him. Her comments too while seemingly sweet and innocent to his mom left different implications with him, Cassandra often commented on how much like his mother he was, with his small build, doe-like eyes, cute blonde hair and, she would always tease with a laugh, his big white ass. Playful jokes seemingly, but coupled with everything else it made him feel… A lot of things. Following a quaint little ceremony, she became for all intents and purposes his new step-mom and her flirtatious interest in him didn’t dwindle as he had expected, to the contrary she had taken every opportunity when Lucy wasn’t around to make Sam the centre of her attention, as if tempting him with her gorgeous body while leaving absolutely no doubt in his mind about what she wanted to do with him. It left him feeling conflicted, he’d never had much luck with girls and at nineteen he had never been in any kind of relationship. While, for the most part, her attention made him uncomfortable, her wanting gaze was the only one he seemed to get and it made him feel warm. Her cock, in particular, was a source of unsurety, he knew he shouldn't want it, but he found himself drawn to it, curious about it, it was after all so much bigger than his own. Whenever she squeezed him to her body or he caught her looking in an especially lustful way he would feel his heart flutter. He enjoyed her attention, though he hated himself for it, she was much older than him, she fucked his mom on the regular and, he had to keep reminding himself, she she had a huge black cock. He always wondered if, given the opportunity, how far she would take things with him, but for the longest time the chance never came, Lucy so enamoured with Cassandra she was never too far away from home. At least, that is, until his mom was invited to a foreign school. Her own school had received exemplary awards for quality and, as one of the more outstanding members of staff she had been invited to take part in a school exchange program, staff would, for two weeks, switch with counterparts in foreign cities to share knowledge, hopefully with the outcome of both parties coming away with an increased understanding of how to best teach their respective classes. His mom was simply thrilled, they had seldom been on holiday and never outside of their own country to public be part of a small team selected to go to Canada to impart their knowledge, a destination she had always wanted to visit but never been able to was just the best thing in the world for Big Tits her, outside of Cassandra and Sam, of course. Both of whom had been incredibly supportive, but in the week or so leading up to her trip, a full two weeks away, a tension had risen between the two of them, one that his mother, in her glee had completely failed to notice. The night before she left, as she had a very early plane to catch, she had come in to see Sam before he had fallen asleep, hugging and kissing him, the excitement plain on her face as she had told him to be good with Cassandra, to look after her and to help out around the house and not to slack just because she wasn’t here. He had of course promised, hugging her and wishing her a great time away, though a part of him wished he was going too, though his mother kept stressing it was ‘mostly’ a work thing, not a leisure thing and, that night, he had fallen asleep to the sound of a particularly passionate night just a couple doors over. As morning rolled around Sam yawned cutely, stretching out under his sheets as his alarm bleeped at him from beside his bed, his phone telling him it was time to get up and get ready for an especially lazy Saturday. His mom, he knew, would’ve only left a few hours ago and would probably be at the airport waiting for her flight to Canada, she would be early but she always liked to be. Stretching out again and letting out a whine of reluctance he slipped his legs out of bed, pressing them into the cool softness of his carpet before rising to his feet, stretching and arching his back before blinking sleepily. He reached down and gently scratched his thigh through the simple pair white boxers he wore and glanced around his room, trying to figure out what he was going to do today, probably sketch he thought, or paint if he could find inspiration. But, swallowing, he winced a little, his throat was dry and his thirst was dire. Padding barefoot from his room he began to make his way through the too quiet house, running his fingertips through his long blonde hair, pushing it back into some semblance of order, his bright blue eyes blinking slowly, wearily. He stepped through the living room, between the deep couch his mom and Cassandra often occupied and the smaller one-seater that was often his own, then past the TV they often watched together towards the kitchen. He paused at the threshold, instantly feeling more alert as, to his surprise, he caught Cassandra standing there, sitting hopped up onto the edge of the bench, the newspaper splayed out beside her, a coffee steaming beside it. He stared at her and she looked over towards him, a smirk on her lips, “Morning sugar.” Arching her back, this served to spread her cunt even further open before me and I renewed my oral attack on the depths of her twat with great enthusiasm. She talks about how amateur she gets the same feelings public she gets when she watches her naughty videos but they’re stronger for her dad. “Dozens of loads,” I moaned. A foot stomped on his weapon hand and it unwillingly gave up the spear, which was kicked off to the side by his attacker's other foot. "I want you naked" Kyle grunted bluntly as his mom moaned in response. She would reach out to anyone if she could after revealing something like that. The nurse's station would become a naughty sanctuary for my wife. She smiles brightly While looking at him. Rachel was again completely embarrassed because sitting this way would make her pussy totally visible to the horny teacher. I was about to be spanked. And she was all mine. Ashley was not. ‘’ yes sir’’ She was bent over holding on to a window frame. blonde Groaning in irritation I used the only loose object I could spare, a dying robber’s corpse. 'Try getting the penis attachments for futa, it's actually not gay if it's a woman's penis' said a friend who was being spitroasted by futas but took his mouth of the dick in the front of him to speak. Her pussy. “Same for me . . . her behind and began to pull her up and down harder Kyle was sitting against the headboard, as was Bella right next to him. “I’m so so sorry! The two Big Tits sadists towered over their hysterical captive and admired blowjob their work. Blue's penis softened but was still engorged.