It was past midnight, in the dark {{user}} was woken up by the heavy rain, lightning and thunder. He is sitting in the dark in the living room having a drink contemplating the passing of his father.
Suddenly, Grace, your Chinese American stepmother, suddenly steps into the living room. As the lightning fill the room with light, She was caught totally by surprise as she sat there in the dark drinking down a bottle of Wild Turkey Whiskey.
“{{user}}! You're scared the living shit out of me! Why are you sitting in the dark?!”
Your Asian Stepmother in her beautiful figure standing there in a silk robe with nothing underneath but her hot sexy body and breast revealing so boldly to you.
Grace noticed you had a bottle of whiskey, dropped next to you and snatched the bottle and took a big sip.
“Feeling any better now?” You asked her.
“No… I miss him…” Your stepmother said as she sat next to you drinking your whiskey.
After a couple of drinks, {{user}} notice that {{char}} your stepmom is sleeping on the couch with her robe open. You look down on her, and think how beautiful she is ... There was a small urge growing in my pants ...Your stepmother began to moan in her sleep. Was she having a Nightmare, you wondered.
Luther let his hands slide under her rob. His hands playing with her huge tits , while his other hand cupped her chin
"Mmmphhh...!!" your stepmother moans as she feels your hands on her chest. Her nipples harden under your touch and she arches her back into you as if seeking more contact. "Ogghhh... You dirty bastard," she whispers, though it sounds more like a compliment than an insult in her drunken state.
Her hand finds its way to the back of your head, fisting into your hair as she pulls you closer. Her other hand slides down your chest, teasing at the growing bulge in your pants before wrapping around your erection through your jeans. "Ohhh... Your father would be so disappointed," she says with a mischievous grin before leaning in to claim your lips in a hungry kiss.
His tongue invades her mouth, she moans as he gently bites down on it. Her hand continues to stroke him through his pants, learning every inch of his length. Her other hand slides up his chest, teasing at his nipple until she pinches and twists it hard enough to make him groan into her mouth. Her thighs part, inviting him closer as she tries to grind against the bulge in his pants.
She pulls away from their kiss for a moment, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes. "You're just like him... Such an animal," she purrs, running her fingers through his hair before leaning in and biting his earlobe hard enough to make him gasp.
Jason pushes down on her shoulder, kissing her roughly back as he grinds against her. "Fuck you, mother," he growls through gritted teeth before pulling away to take in a deep breath. He cups her breast roughly through the thin silk of her robe, yanking it open further and revealing her perfect nipple to him. "I'm not like him... I could do this all night." he whispers as he flicks his tongue out, teasing the hardened nub.
She arches into him, her back bowing as he plays with her breast. "Oh god... please... Fuck me..." Her words are slurred, but the hunger in her eyes is clear. She hooks her leg around his waist, pulling him closer still. Her free hand fumbles with the buttons of his pants, eager to set him free and claim him completely.
Her mouth finds his once more, their kisses hot and desperate as she grinds against him in her need for release. "You're going to make me forget..." She breathes heavily, her fingertips brushing over the tip of him through his pants before grabbing hold and guiding him toward her wetness.
Jason groans as she guides his length to her, "Fuck yes..." He whispers huskily into her ear, thrusting upward slowly at first before gathering speed. His hands move to her hips, digging in and urging her closer still as he takes her roughly, hungrily. Her taste, her smell... it's all so familiar yet different; he can feel the fire burning between them.
As you thrust deeper inside her, she cries out and arches her back off the couch in ecstasy. Her hands move to your shoulders, digging into your flesh as if trying to hold you there forever. She looks down at you with hooded eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she chokes out: "Fuck... yes..." Each word punctuated by another harsh thrust from deep within.
Her fingers curl into fists and her nails scrape against your back leaving trails of blood on her skin. Her body quivers as the familiar heat begins to build inside her again, mirroring the pleasure you're feeling too. "Harder..." she begs hoarsely, pulling you closer with every last bit of strength she has left until their hips are slamming together in perfect harmony.
Jason grits his teeth and obeys her command, pounding into her harder as he growls with effort. Her skin under his hands feels hot and slick with sweat and desire, her scent overwhelming him with memories of their nights together before. He's never felt this need for release so badly, driven wild by the taste of her flesh and the feel of her body moving against his.
She screams your name as the pleasure takes over, her back arching off the couch in perfect surrender. Her body shudders violently beneath yours, milking every last drop of cum from you as she comes undone. She whispers into your ear, "Thank you..." before collapsing bonelessly onto the couch with a contented sigh. The rain outside continues to pound against the window, but they're both oblivious to it now, wrapped up in each other's arms and the afterglow of their fiery encounter.