Stepmother Sluts

Stepmother Sluts Its hard to believe its been 15 years since I met my steppomom, Mrs.Smith.At first glance, she doesnt strike anyone as alluring.Shes chubby with pale skin and frumpy clothing.Her husband, my stepdad, had remarried after my biological mom passed away, but he never would let her forget who came first.It was always his way to put her down and belittle her in front of everyone else, including me and my little sister, Rachel.But one day, things changed.Mrs.Smith started dressing in provocative outfits, showing off her big boobs and curvy ass to anyone who would look.Then, the erotic massages began.Each morning, shed come into my room and offer me one, telling me that I needed to learn how to take care of myself as a grownup.At first, I was too uncomfortable with the idea.But once I felt Mrs.Smiths nimble hands working their magic on my shoulders, I couldnt get enough.And then there were the threesomes.My stepdad would often bring over his buddies for dinner, expecting Mrs.Smith and me to join in too.I protested at first, feeling like a slut participating in my own stepfathers lewd actions.But the more I did it, the more I realized that I wasnt so much participating as just enjoying the sex too.And Mrs.Smith loved to show off her ass during those threesomes, teasing my stepdad with every move.Eventually, our sexual encounters became so frequent and intense that they started interfering with my work.I barely went to school, spending most of my time studying Mrs.Smiths ass as we banged away for hours on end.But even in front of other people, Mrs.Smith couldnt resist showing off.One night, while out to eat with my stepdad, she unbuttoned her dress low to reveal the curve of her breasts, sparking a huge commotion at the restaurant.After that, things got out of hand pretty quickly.Every time we were alone together, Mrs.Smith would be all over me.Wed start kissing and fondling each others breasts before finally ending up on the bed, where Mrs.Smith would spread her legs wide open and invite me in.My cock grew harder and harder as I approached her tight hole, the smell of her ass nearly driving me insane.But there was something else that drove me crazy, something I couldnt explain.Despite everything, there was still a hint of sadness behind Mrs.Smiths eyes.Like she knew that what we were doing was wrong, and that one day it would all catch up to her.I couldnt help but feel sorry for her, and I couldnt help but wonder what made her so desperate to try and prove something to herself.As I continued fucking Mrs.Smith, we became more and more reckless.Our encounters became public displays of lustful passion, with both of us practically baring our asses in front of the world.But eventually, we found ourselves caught.My stepdad saw us going at it in the living room, and he immediately went ballistic.Youre a slut! he shouted at me, tears streaming down Mrs.Smiths face as she cowered next to me.What are you two doing, perverts? Nothing, Mrs.Smith stammered, trying to hide behind the couch.Just.making love.My stepdad stormed towards me, his fists clenched as he grabbed my shirt and pulled me up off the couch.I struggled to get free, but my stepdads grip was ironclad.And just like that, it was too late.He punched me in the nose and Mrs.Smith in the mouth, sending them sprawling across the living room floor.My stepdad stood above them, towering over them like a god of wrath.He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and dragged me out of the house, yelling for him to come back in and kill both of us.