Slowly and stealthily, he made his way down the hallway towards the bathroom. The door was wide open! He could see Mai’s silhouette through the steam covered glass of the shower door.
James hesitated before entering the bathroom. He wanted to take off his clothes and join his stepmother while she was still taken over by her unholy lust. But, what if he was wrong? Would she scream? He would be in a lot of trouble if she complained to his father. He’d have to leave town. “Hell,” he thought. “I’d have to leave this planet.”
James’ hardening cock answered his question. He would just have to accept the consequences of his actions. Hurriedly, he took off his clothes. His boxers came off last. Free of restraint, his man tool sprang up to a forty-five degree angle. It was red and angry looking and twitched constantly. He opened the shower door and stepped inside, closing it after him.
Mai looked up at her stepson when she heard the shower door opening. “What the hell is he doing in here?” she asked herself.
“Get out of here!” Mai screamed. Instead of backing up, James stepped forward until his cock was only inches away from her open mouth.
She screamed again. “Get out!” she shouted as she reached for her stepson’s cock. James was not listening to her. In a flash, she figured out why. Her mouth was open but, no sound was coming out. All the shouting was happening inside her brain.
Even as she told herself that all of this was wrong, she grabbed the shaft of James’ cock and, leaning forward just a bit, wrapped her lips around the head.
Mai’s small oriental hand, barely completing the circle around his pulsing shaft, was excruciatingly slow as it moved up and down her stepson’s cock. Her lips were teasing the crown with their constant rubbing. Her tongue moved in a counter clockwise direction around the tip, occasionally stopping to lap up the copious amount of pre cum exiting from his urethra.
James, his excitement quickly building to a fever pitch, pushed his cock deep into the recesses of his stepmother’s mouth.
Mai, her lips and her hand still moving on his steel like rod, felt the entrance to her throat being stretched wider than she would have thought it could be stretched, happily accepted the invasion. She held her breath for several seconds before she began to gag.
“Easy,” Mai gasped when James pulled completely out of her mouth and readied himself for his next thrust.
James, feeling the rush of an impending orgasm, barely able to understand her, stopped moving. Mai, now able to breathe again, told him, “Just don’t go so deep this time, Little Jimmie.”
For the first time in his life, James Francis Middleton did not mind being called “Little Jimmie.” He was too happy to be in the shower with his father’s wife, his stepmother, getting the blow job that he was sure he’d never forget. Even if he lived to be a hundred.
“Hmmmm,” Mai mumbled as the head of her stepson’s cock slipped past her passionate lips and over her tongue. Several thrusts later, she felt his spear swell slightly, signaling his imminent eruption. Her head was moving rapidly now, bobbing up and down his steel rod.