My Boyfriend's Mom

Lena Anderson knocks on the door and his stepmom Christie Stevens opens. The older woman runs her eyes over Lena like a cat in heat. They sit down with Lena's boyfriend to watch TV. Then feet on stairs. Lena glances back. Christie's dress is fighting to hold her ass. Tight. Thick. Each step makes it shake. Christie looks over her shoulder and grins, that filthy little smile says she knows. Lena bites her lip and says she needs the bathroom. She climbs the stairs and finds Christie straightening sheets. Christie jokes about getting the bed ready for "you kids." Lena just smiles and pushes the hair from Christie's face. "Maybe we use it now," she whispers. Christie's eyes dart to the door, nerves twitching, but Lena shakes her head, steps closer, slips both straps off her shoulders. Heavy tits spill out, nipples already hard. Lena lowers her mouth, sucks one slow. Christie’s fingers curl into Lena's top and yank it up. She leans in and drags her tongue over Lena's breasts, tasting, biting, hungry for the skin her son gets to keep. The dress slides down, panties next. Lena pushes Christie onto the bed and gets between her thighs. Christie's pussy is wet enough to glisten. Lena licks a long stripe, tongue pressing on the clit, lips sucking. Christie shudders, grabs Lena’s hair and fucks her face, biting back cries. She cums hard—back arched, thighs trembling. The minute she catches her breath she flips Lena and buries her tongue in her slit, licking deep, wanting every inch her son’s girlfriend offers and taking it. Christie's the one winning tonight.