That’s what they all say. Twelve fucking inches, remember? Twelve inches that I told you if you had met me, you’d even want to put inside of you.
I can’t help it. I’m getting carried away in this situation. Lust is clouding my thoughts.
My face contorts into a nasty sneer of pride. “It’s even bigger out of it’s jeans, baby,” I say without thinking. It’s not my stepmom in front of me anymore. It could be any girl.
Although no girl could be as fucking hot as her.
“I could tell it was big,” she says, drawing her words out in a breathy whisper. “Just not this big.”
Jocelyn bends in closer, this time with a nervous anticipation on her part and begins to unzip my fly. She slowly slides it down and undoes the button.
I cannot believe this is happening. I lift my ass a bit as she gives my jeans a tug.
Okay, this is fucking insane. My stepmom is leaning over so close now that I can see down her shirt that she changed into after we got home.
I can see her magnificent fucking tits swinging freely, not sagging at all and I could die fucking happy right there.
My jeans are relatively loose enough that Jocelyn is able to use one hand to pull them down to my knees.
And that’s when my cock, loosened from the constraints of my jeans, pops up, pushing my boxer briefs out. It creates a lewd tent inches from her face.
“I can see someone is a bit excited,” she says, looking at me with a smile. “Are you sure you can keep this a secret?”
I nod my head. “Oh yeah,” I moan as she raises herself over me. This time, I’m staring right at her chest. The time for hiding my interest in her is gone. I bring my right hand over and rest it on her ass, squeezing it through her black yoga pants.
“Can you follow directions?” she asks me.
“Depends on whether I like them or not,” I tell her with a smirk. “Can you?”
“Mm-hmm,” she says, almost distracted by the sight of my cock. “Do you like my hand on your cock?”
“Yes, I do,” I say to her, wondering what her game is. “Do you like my hand on your ass?”
She nods her head, not saying anything.
“It’s so fucking tight, I just want to rub my cock all over it,” I tell her, not believing the words coming out of my mouth.
This is like some twisted dream. Way beyond anything I could ever jerk off to. My Dad’s new wife sitting on my lap, straddling me, with her hand around my cock.
Her eyes are focused on my cock, as her hand moves up and down, carefully jerking me off. I’m still wearing my boxer briefs, but I’m not complaining. Nor am I making any move to take them off. Whatever she wants to do. This situation is too fucking crazy as it is.
I’m silent, watching her. Her breathing is coming in gasps.
I’m going to cum soon. No way I can
fucking sit here and take this from an angel like her.
That’s when I hear a clatter in the kitchen. Both of us look toward the sound, her hand coming off my cock in an instant.
There’s a pause and then muffled feminine cursing in Spanish.
It’s Rosa—part of the cleaning staff for the townhouse.
Fucking Christ.
Jocelyn gets off of me and stands up in a heartbeat. She looks at me, and I see a flash of despair go over her eyes.
It’s nothing compared to what I’m fucking feeling right here. My cock is so fucking close to erupting. But it’s out of the question with Rosa in the other room.