“Like I said, the relationship we’re going to have is much different than your real mother’s. More open. But, one of the most important if not the most important aspects of this relationship is trust. Relax, lose control of your body, and just go with the flow.” She said as she found her own spot on the other side of my bed and moved in close to me.
I was now very aroused, possibly the most I had ever been in my life as my recent fantasies about my Step-Mom were becoming realities. I finally took her advice about trust and removed my hands from the pillow, allowing my body to fall into a deep state of relaxation. The anticipation was killing me, especially with the addition of my blue balls. I was nervous but excited at the same time for whatever was about to happen.
“Just… relax…” And with that my Step-Mom removed the pillow that was once covering my penis.
I felt it spring with the removal of the pillow and opened my eyes slightly to catch a glimpse of her reaction. Through my squinted vision I could faintly see her bite her lip and stare with a jaw-dropped face at my about 8 inch erection. I then felt a sudden rush throughout my entire body as her hand made contact with my aching dick. I couldn’t stand to do this with my eyes closed. I opened them up and saw my Step-Mom admiring every detail of my dick, from top to bottom, only using the tips of her fingers to move it. She then made use of her free hand and placed them around my balls, gently fondling and massaging them between her long red finger nails. She then took full grasp of my shaft and began to stroke it, rhythmically moving her hand up and down as it throbbed like crazy and remained rock solid. She began to start pleasuring me, twisting her hand and using different methods no girl had ever done to me before. I let my head fall back in pleasure as I stared at the ceiling. Shortly after I felt a moistness. She had spit on my dick and was not using it as lube. She began to get more into the hand job, letting out very subtle and faint moans as she admired her own handiwork. I was floating on a cloud. I watched my hot Step-Mom stroke my hard-on with her freshly manicured red fingernails while only wearing a thin, loose gown that embraced all her classic MILF curves. I then did something bold and ballsy. My ass muscles flexed, my balls began to tense up, and just before I had no choice but to release my long trapped load she stopped stroking, almost ruining the orgasm.
“Would it be okay if I take off this nightgown? Might speed up the process a bit for you and it feels more natural. It’s up to you though.” She asked, her hands already placed on the sides of the gown, ready to pull it off as if she knew there was 0% chance I was going to refuse.
“Ye-Yeah that’s fine.” I said as I kept my gaze on her, awaiting the reveal.
She smiled at my reply and proceeded to remove her gown, not only confirming that she was indeed not wearing anything under it but, also being the most gorgeous tits I had ever seen in my life. She resumed her expert level hand job, now staring directly into my eyes, which was uncomfortable at first but, proved to be super hot the more the time passed. She would alternate from looking into my eyes to focusing on her hand job but, all I could focus on was her astonishing tits. If there were any boundaries, I didn’t care if I was crossing them. I reached out and groped her left tit, causing her to move her chest closer to me so I didn’t have to reach. As she leaned in closer, she placed her face only an inch away from mine, her hand still jerking away like a pro. She enjoyed seeing my reactions as she switched up her routine and caused me immense pleasure. As time went on her face slowly drooped, until there was no choice for either of us but to kiss.