My Step Son Fucked Me with His Big Dick

Stepmom’s Fucking Sex Story – Son’s Thick Dick Sex Story:

When illicit relationships blossom under the same roof, they either have to be carried to the end or they don’t end well. Something like that blossomed between me and my stepson. I was a widow, and my son’s wife had also passed away. I was Paul’s second mother. There was about a ten-year age gap between me and Paul. I was ten years older than him, but he respected me a lot.

Paul was in the police force. Before I could have a child of my own, my husband, Paul’s father, also passed away. Paul was thirty-two years old. I wanted to arrange a second marriage for my son, but he always refused. One night, around eleven o’clock, I quietly went to his room and peeked through the window. What I saw made my heart pound. Paul was sitting propped up with a round pillow.

He had a book open in his left hand. I was stunned to see his erect penis and wonder if my stepson really had such a thick, long weapon. He was gripping it in his right hand. He was moving it up and down slowly. With every stroke, the slapping sound of skin echoed in the room. His breathing was heavy, and sticky pre-cum glistened on the tip of his dick, like a sweet juice ready to drip. My chest started to pound. A warm shiver rose between my thighs.

I wished it was inside me, rubbing me. I grew aroused. My nipples hardened in my bra, and my panties started to get wet. I fled in shame, but the image stuck in my mind, tormenting me all night. Then I felt ashamed and went back to my room, starting to think about Paul. I couldn’t sleep. The next morning, after he left for the office, I saw a magazine under his bed with pictures of several beautiful women rubbing their private parts. So did my son look at women’s private parts at night?

I picked up the magazine and brought it to my room. Then I lay down on the bed and started looking through it from the beginning. It had such scenes that I started to feel the need for a healthy man. At the same time, I was ashamed that my young son had such lustful thoughts. It featured men and women of all ages having sex. Girls were letting middle-aged men trample their soft bodies.

In many pictures, thick, white semen was oozing from the girls’ pussies. I too got lost in my fantasies, wishing that a man would also make my pussy quiver with his big cock. But at my age, I couldn’t tell this to anyone. In many pictures, young boys were trampling the bodies of middle-aged women. I got so turned on that I took off all my clothes and stood in front of the dressing table.

I started to turn around in front of the mirror, admiring my fair skin. I had shaved the hair between my thighs about two weeks ago. A tremendous burning sensation started in my pussy. Then, four or five drops dripped down. I writhed and raised my right thigh, placing it on the table, hoping some young man would quench the fire in my pussy with his thick, hard cock and fuck me until I peed. I was jealous of those middle-aged women who were getting their pussies pounded by young boys’ cocks.

Then a devilish thought came to my mind: Paul was also suffering without a woman. Why not secretly arouse him at home and enjoy his firm youth? I hid the book so that Paul would know that Mom knew everything. In the evening, Paul came home.

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He must have searched for the book. For two days, he was a bit worried about where the book had gone, but on the third day, after he left, I folded the page in the book where a middle-aged woman was being fucked doggy-style and put it back in the same spot. The next day, he was staring at me with a strange look.

The next morning, I found the book in the same place, and the page where a middle-aged woman was sucking a young boy’s dick was folded over. Paul was very sexy. I understood his desire. I left the book as it was that day, but the next day, I found a fresh rose in it. I took it out and in the evening, I put a white jasmine flower in its place. I had accepted his love.

But the next day, when he went to the office, I found a condom inside it. I felt a little uncomfortable because Paul knew my true nature. That’s why he had left the condom. I thought about ending the story right there, but seeing the condom made my body tingle. I cut the wrapper with scissors and pulled it out a little. In this way, we both expressed our desire.

The next morning, I found a small piece of paper in that book. As I opened it, my heart started pounding. It read, “Will the task I’m thinking of be completed?” Without hesitation, I wrote underneath it, “Yes, but the thirsty one will have to come to the well.” I folded the paper and put it back just as it was. The next morning, I found a new note that said, “What time at night?” I wrote back, “After eleven at night.”

Then that night I waited for Paul and, hoping he would come, I lifted my dress to my right thigh and lay on my side to sleep, but Paul didn’t come, and I lay tossing and turning all night in lust. The next day, I found another note under the bed asking how we would meet during the day. I wrote back that no, not during the day, only at night.

During the day, our relationship will remain as it is. He wrote on the same paper, “Am I misunderstanding something?” I wrote, “No, it takes two hands to clap, and tonight a thirsty person’s thirst can be quenched, but the well’s mouth is a bit tight; no one has quenched their thirst from it. The well is in need of good repair.”

My fingers were trembling as I wrote. He’s my step-son, a strong cop, but I will be his weakness. I was scared inside, but the fire in my pussy was stronger. I wanted to be like that village cow, squirming under the bull.

The next day, I found the book, but there was nothing written in it. Then I looked through more pages and found a note that said if the contractor wanted to inspect the whole area, he’d have to see where the well is, right? I wrote that the well is surrounded by two mountains; if you try a little, you’ll find it.

And yes, there are breasts too, but they have no milk. He wrote that the well is mostly in a low-lying area, but that doesn’t mean the owner will cover it up at the last minute. In my reply, I wrote that his stuff would be safe in her well for nine months and would be returned afterward.

So the next day, I got a message: “The repair will be like nothing the well’s owner has ever seen before. And yes, the surrounding area will be properly fixed too. You saw the contractor’s weapon, didn’t you?” Paul had a hunch that I had seen his weapon.

Paul was desperate to enjoy both my holes. I wrote on the paper that yes, I had seen it, that’s why the well is demanding repairs, but when would the well be repaired? The message I got after that made me tremble, because I had seen Paul’s dick. It looked straight and smooth. He was young, and I wondered how he would play with my body on Saturday night. I got lost in fantasies of me moaning as he fucked me with his dick.

The next day, it was written in the book that the well would be repaired on Saturday night and that it would be done properly. The well likes darkness or dim light. Today was Friday, so I steeled myself. On Saturday morning, I wrote on a piece of paper that the well likes it dark because we were both mother and son, and I didn’t want to be embarrassed.

He, for his part, knew he would only fuck me after drinking. I started to get scared because Paul had been thirsty for several days and his dick was quite big, seven to seven and a half inches long and about two and a quarter inches thick.

On Saturday during the day, I got a missed call from an unknown number. When I answered, there was no response. Then, a little while later, a message came: “Rest well, because the well is going to be repaired today. The digging and repairs will take a long time since the well is quite old.”

Then it dawned on me that this was a message from Paul. I was so happy that I did a little dance in the room, checked out my hips, and touched my pussy. My nights were about to get colorful again.
That evening, I took a bath at exactly seven o’clock.

I wasn’t wearing a bra. I wore a black skirt and a red top. I ate my dinner at 8:45 and set the table for Paul. It was the rainy season. I waited for him for a long time that night. I closed the room shutters. Then I don’t know when I fell asleep. The fan was running loudly in the room.

I was lying on my right side. Then I felt someone get into my bed and lie down behind me. It was none other than Paul. I was lying on my back. I smelled alcohol on his breath. He was probably very close to my face. Then I felt a very gentle kiss on my lips. My son was kissing me. A feeling of lust began to burn in my body. Ahh. I lay there, pretending to be completely unaware.

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I hadn’t felt sexual pleasure in about six years. For a moment, I thought about grabbing his hands and slapping him, but then I thought, he’s a young, strong boy and he’s burning with lust. He’s going to quench his thirst with my body anyway. If I scold him later, he might leave home. This weakness tied my hands.

I was in a state where I needed a man too. The very desire I could never voice to my son was about to be fulfilled by him. Then I felt him unbutton the top button of my blouse and slip his hand inside to gently squeeze my right breast. Oh, Paul. His palm was warm, pressing my breast and rubbing my nipple with his fingers.

My breathing quickened. Maybe he also realized I was pretending to sleep. Just then, my pussy got wet and I wanted Paul to break all ties and hold me tight tonight. For us both to drown in pleasure. My nipples were erect. There was a tremendous burning sensation in my pussy. My mind was yearning to see and feel his manhood. I wanted to take my son’s strong cock in my hand and mouth and suck it, but I was held back for fear he might run away out of shame, leaving me unsatisfied that night.

My son, Paul, had also been without a woman for about two years. I felt I was the one to blame. He deserved physical fulfillment. Just then, I felt him taking off his underwear right there on the bed. My body began to tremble with intoxication. I felt my skirt had already been lifted up to my thighs. I felt like spreading my thighs and driving Paul crazy. Paul was very slowly pulling off my skirt.

Maybe he didn’t want to be left unsatisfied either, being so close. He very gently opened my thighs wide, one after the other. His hands were now exploring the curves of my thighs. I had small hairs between my thighs back then. Then I felt his fingers moving through them. I tried to see his expression in the dark. The scent of his arousal began to fill the room.

Then I felt his hot breath on my pussy. Maybe he wanted to eat my pussy. He tried sticking out his tongue three or four times, coming up and licking my thighs each time, but he couldn’t find the right spot. The warmth of his tongue made my pussy burn even hotter. I wanted Paul to cup my hips in his palms and eat my pussy.

How could I tell him? At one point, I felt like bending over like a goat and letting Paul eat my pussy the way a bull eats a cow’s. I knew this because I lived in a village. They were animals. I had seen bulls licking under a cow’s tail many times. The cow would too. Then the bull would run and rub its leg on the cow’s backside. The same thought crossed my mind: I wished Paul would lick me like that and then fuck me. Just then, I felt his hands on my breasts. He was pressing them slowly.

Ahh, Paul. I was awake but kept pretending. It felt so good. His fingers were twisting my nipples, sending a wave of slight pain and pleasure. Who else could be in the room but Paul? It must have been eleven-thirty at night. It was pitch black. It felt so good the way he was squeezing my breasts. Since it was hot, I had take off my top and thrown it on the bed, because bright colors make men more aroused. He was slowly sliding my skirt up. My right thigh was bent, the left straight.

The skirt had been raised to my hips. Then I felt the touch of his palm on my thigh. A thrill ran through my entire body. His warm palm was sliding toward the junction of my thighs. I was sure that today, Paul would caress my pussy, which hadn’t been touched in six years. Then his fingers began to grope the fleshy part of my pussy. I had shaved my pubes about twenty days before with a razor, so they were stubbly. His fingers slid into the crease of my pussy, feeling the juices. A slurping sound was coming from my pussy.

I was slim. My hips were thirty-five inches. The touch of his fingers was igniting my lust. Only a woman who hasn’t slept in a man’s arms for years can understand this. Paul’s fingers were wriggling in the crease of my pussy. He was gauging its length. Even in the dark, he found my clit.

The moment he pinched it with his thumb and forefinger, I felt like peeing in his palm. Ah, ehh. He started to rub my clit. My clit started to swell. Both my holes tightened. Then he felt for my pussy lips but was disappointed because even his father couldn’t pull my pussy lips out. I was neither a bud nor a flower.

Then a strange sound came from Paul’s dick. Maybe from the skin rubbing. He started masturbating in front of my mom. I had seen my dad do it many times during my periods. Then he spread my legs two and a half feet apart. I felt his knees on my thighs. He was squatting. He was nervous and his heart was pounding. Then he trapped both my hands in his palms. I was feigning unconsciousness.

Paul was running his hands all over my body. Then he crushed my lips with his hot ones. His tongue slid into my mouth. I started to suck it back. When I realized he wasn’t going to stop, I said softly, “Paul, let me go. What are you doing?” But his grip tightened. He blew hot breath into my ear and said, “Mom, just let me put my thick dick into your tight pussy for once. I’ve been aching to fuck you for years.

Let me fuck you, please. Ahh, your scent is driving me crazy.” I started to squirm, but he pinned me down. Paul was five-and-a-half feet tall. I tried to squeeze my thighs together, but he forced them apart with his knees. He began to squeeze my breasts.

His hot cock was throbbing between my thighs. It was quite heavy. He started rubbing his dick against my pussy. His head was sliding on the lips of my pussy. With every rub, there was a slapping sound of sticky fluid. I said, “Paul, I won’t let you do what you want.” He said, panting, “Mom, please let me. I can feel the fire in your pussy.” Then he unbuttoned the rest of my top and squeezed my breasts.

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Today, he wanted to have me at any cost. He whispered in my ear, “Mom, I want to fuck you. I want to shove my dick into your pussy.” I was stunned. It was gangster-like language, but hearing it made my pussy tingle. Ohh, He ran his hand over my pussy. I got lost in my fantasies.

For show, I grabbed his dick, but I hadn’t expected it to be so thick. Waves of lust surged through my body. I moved away from the opening three or four times, but Paul pushed me back. Then I was frustrated, wondering why he was pulling away just when he was in the right spot. Just then, I felt a hot ember on my ass.

Paul pressed his thick head against my ass and started to rock his hips. I was sure that today, Paul would satisfy two years of lust with my body. The head was pressing against my ass, like a thick, hot rod digging in. Ahh. I wasn’t ready. It felt like my ass was being torn apart. I thought if he forced it into my ass, I’d run away, but it was as if he read my mind.

After a little while, his thick dick reached the entrance of my pussy. My heart started pounding. Paul placed his right hand on my hip. The fan was on full speed. He started to widen the opening with his dick. It started to feel good now because it was natural. I was eager to get fucked by his thick dick. My pussy walls were burning. They were trembling from years of thirst. I wished it would thrust in now and fill me, tearing me apart. He was slowly increasing the pressure. My thighs were trembling, and the musky scent of our arousal filled the room, like a mixture of sweat and juices.

I started to get lost in my fantasies. Then a soft moan escaped my throat. Paul gave a strong thrust. My pussy was already dripping with anticipation, so the head of his cock slid right in, spreading my walls apart. A wave of pain and pleasure shot through me. My pussy gripped him as if it never wanted to let go.

Ahh, eh, ohh, Paul. Paul grabbed me with his right hand and slowly started pushing his dick in. Now my pussy began to get wet. The tightness from the thick dick was easing. The folds started to open up. An immense pleasure began to wash over me.

I felt like Paul should fuck me face-first. I was desperate to get my pussy pounded hard. Paul gave a few thrusts and lifted me up. The thick dick was trapped in my tight pussy. He spread my thighs apart. I got an idea of what he wanted. Then Paul started to lift his hips. Ahh ahh ahh heee. He squeezed both my breasts hard. I groaned in pain. He said, “Mommy, what’s wrong?” I said, “Don’t squeeze so hard.”

Then he started making me bounce on his cock. I started getting turned on. Strange sounds started coming out of my mouth. Ahhh ohh ooh. The head of his dick was pushing against the knot of my cervix. Paul kept thrusting his hips up. The thick cock started to please me. After four or five minutes, he made me get on my hands and knees.

He spread my hips and shoved his cock in. I moaned, “Paul, fuck me like the village bull. Lick my pussy, then fuck me again.” He laughed and said, “Yes, Mom. You’re my cow today.” Then he slapped my ass hard, sending a sweet wave of pain through me.

My body was shaking from the tremendous thrusts. His thighs began slamming into my hips, his balls smacking against my clit. I felt like a scorching furnace in which my son’s youth was being consumed. My pussy had been thirsty for six years. Paul picked up the pace. The room echoed with the sound of bodies colliding, aside from the fan.

Then I let out a stifled scream. He thrust his thick cock in with all his might, about five inches deep. Ahhhhh. He groaned, “Mom, it’s been years since a dick this thick has been in your pussy, isn’t it tearing you apart?” I moaned back, “Yes, my king, ahhh, your cock is tearing me apart. Fuck me harder, give your mom’s pussy your cum.”

I had never taken such a thick dick before, not less than two and a quarter inches in diameter. Hearing my scream, he kissed my cheek and said, “Today, you are mine alone.” He was drunk. He thrust. I lifted my legs.
As soon as I lifted my legs, he grabbed my ankles and pulled them toward my head. The thick cock was making room in my wet pussy. I was nodding my head. Ohh, Paul. Paul was pounding my pussy with thrusts from his hips. I wished he would make me pregnant.

Paul was pushing hard. The darkness was good, otherwise it wouldn’t have been as enjoyable. His dick started reaching near my navel. A sweet pain in my cervix. The knot started to enjoy the head. After seven or eight minutes of merciless fucking, the dick released eight or nine strong, hot spurts. It ravaged my pussy. Ooo ouch.

Paul sprawled on top of me. He was kissing my neck. His dick shrank and started to slip out. He dozed off. I patted his butt. He woke up. I gave him four or five kisses. He said he had to pee. He came back after peeing. I turned on the light. He was naked. His dick was dangling limply. I felt the urge to touch it. I took it in my palm.

Neither hard nor soft. The same size. I squatted on the floor. I kissed his balls. There’s a different kind of high from being fucked by a big dick. I took it in my palm and started to stroke it. I saw the lustful expression on Paul’s face. He understood. He bent down and kissed my lips. His dick grew hard. Our hesitation was gone.

He grabbed my hair. Pushed his dick into my mouth. I struggled to adjust. When I started using my tongue, he began moving his hips back and forth. Gggg gg gg gg. My mind yearned to see his manhood again. Within two minutes, he lifted me into his arms. His dick was throbbing.

He took me to the sofa in the living room. He turned me around. I panicked. He said, “Today, I’m going to fix your well so well that you’ll forget the last time.” He placed the Himachali peach-sized head of his dick on my pussy. He wiggled it back and forth, sliding it into the hole. Then he grabbed my hips.

He started showing his manhood. He went wild in the doggy position for seven minutes. In between, he slapped my hips. I felt pleasure. Ahhh hhh ehh. My moans were turning him on. Air started escaping from my pussy. My thighs began to ache. I said, “Change position.”

He said, “If only I hadn’t turned that page. Now I know your desires. I’ll fuck you until you’re satisfied.” He gave a hard, deep thrust. My waist doubled over. “Ahhh, ohhh.” My husband had never given me this kind of pleasure. He cupped my breasts with his left hand and lifted me up. He turned my face toward him. He pressed his dick against my pussy from below. I got goosebumps.

I felt like I’d made a mistake measuring his manhood today. He started to slowly let me go. He’d lift me up and let me down, holding my thighs. My pussy was a mess. Ooooh, ahhh. I asked, “Please, let me down now.” He said, “I am.” He slowly stood me up on the floor. My pussy was well-massaged. He held me tight in his arms. He started playing with my hips. My hand began to stroke his smooth cock.

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My eyes started to close. He was kissing my cheek. When I moved my skin back and forth, he got aroused. In the white light, he murmured, “Why did you make me wait so long? Six years without a man, I without a wife.” Before I could answer, he turned me around. He placed his hands on my chest from behind. He started massaging my breasts. His hard cock was touching my hips. Heavenly pleasure. Ohh.

Then he picked me up. He took me to the bedroom. He laid me on the bed. Standing on the floor, he pulled me. He made me lie on my right side. Red veins in his eyes. He placed her right leg on the bed. He patted her wet pussy. He grabbed her left leg by the anklet and lifted it up. For the first time, she felt she was facing a real man. He looked between her thighs. He started to thrust his thick cock in.

Then he kept thrusting. He started breaking the well’s boundary. Standing up, he had more strength than in the first round. I spread my pussy as wide as I could. From the friction, foam rose up to my thighs. Waves were rising to my breasts. Ahh ahh ahh heee. I don’t know how many minutes he rubbed. Then I felt the walls of my pussy being pressed.

The head of his penis pressed against my cervix. Then, “Ah ah Mommy eee eee.” He filled me again with his thick seed. Oooh oooieee, We stayed connected for a minute. Then, Paul collapsed, lying down. I fell asleep. He had already come twice. I was feeling light too. I lay down beside him, covering myself with the thin sheet. Paul had given my pussy a thorough workout with his thick, long weapon. The tight flesh had loosened. My pride was shattered. I thought he’d give a couple more thrusts and fall asleep, but the opposite happened.

I was thinking what I would say in the morning. I fell asleep. I woke up at three-thirty. He had already put his weapon inside again. He was on his third round of fucking. Ahh, Paul. He broke my whole body. Then he drenched my pussy. We fell asleep. Paul had filled me to the brim with the nectar of youth.

I woke up in the morning. We were lying there naked. Clothes were on the bed and the floor. Paul was on his back. His foreskin was pulled back. The head of his dick was loose. His normal size was five and a half inches. The same thickness. White stains on the sheet. My pussy couldn’t contain it. I kept staring at his naked body. Maybe some mother gets crushed by her young son all night just for lust. But I dismissed the thought. I don’t want to be deprived in the future.

I took a dozen pictures with my phone so he couldn’t refuse. Later, I sent him a photo on WhatsApp with the caption, “This is our secret tonight, again.” He blushed, but I knew it would bind him more. I gently straightened his penis. Like a silk banana. I looked at his muscular buttocks. He was a man. I thought, “It’s a good thing he doesn’t have a wife,” but I also felt pity. I regretted how far I had fallen for the fire in my body. I was naked too.

I bent down and kissed his penis. He woke up. He looked at my whole body. Saying, “Sorry, Mom,” he lay down on his chest. I understood he remembered everything. He wasn’t looking me in the eye, ashamed. But I was just as much to blame. I patted his butt and said, “Go to sleep, okay?” I told him to get up and go to the bathroom. He said, “I’m embarrassed.” I laughed and said, “You weren’t embarrassed last night when you were putting out your fire with my body.”

I showed him the sheet, which had been washed three times. I took his hand and helped him up. I placed my lips on his broad chest. He hugged me tightly and said, “Sorry, Mom. It was a big mistake.” I scolded him lovingly, “Shut up. What happened, happened. From now on, you’ll sleep with me. I am your mother and your wife.” He just kept looking at me in surprise. He grabbed his underwear and ran to his room. I started looking for the skirt that Paul had taken off to celebrate his wedding night.