My stepmom just caught me jerking off and, not to be dramatic, but I think this might be the end of everything. I’ve never been more embarrassed. Hindi bf “Did you see that?” I ask, praying she’ll say no. Instead of judging me, she touches my dick, and I flinch. Don’t get me wrong, she is a total milf, and I spy on her all the time when she is showering (nothing turns me on more than smelling her pussy in her delicate panties), but I never thought she would be interested. Would it be really messed up if something happens? She moves her bra, giving me another chance by offering me her big tits. That’s it. I don’t care how weird this is, that body is mine now, and it’s about to get fucked like never before.
Poor Helen… she was trapped. “Hands behind your back,” I snapped. “What do you think of Emiko?” I asked, making my tone more conversational. I caught the tail end with the other hand. “Ghh,” Helen groaned—the closest thing to a protest she could utter. Only obedience. “Special.”
I recalled the strange conversation I had with Emiko—about how there was a hierarchy among the women who lived with and worked for me. It distracted Helen, who had been backing off me, and she started to turn her head to see what I was doing. She groaned into my lips—a long, mewling thing that increased in volume with each passing moment as I continued my frantic pace.
