Stepmother's Caress
"Lick it. You slave bastard."
"...Yes."
I gripped my stepmother's legs and spread them wide. Between them, her pink pussy came into view, and I carefully extended my tongue to lick it. As I pressed my tongue flat against her folds, she was the one who broke first now, pride crumbling as she demanded more of the filthy act.
"Suck deeper... hnnngh..."
I licked gently around her pussy before slowly prodding the entrance with the tip of my tongue, pushing inside. Her tightly clenched hole gradually yielded, accepting my tongue and revealing the soft, chewy interior beyond.
This was the cold, haughty teacher's pussy. A beauty like hers—I could suck on it all day. I kept going, sliding my tongue deep and licking the sticky walls with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Slurp... schlick. Schlurrrp....."
"Nnngh. Haa....."
Each time, my stepmother let out a moan of pure satisfaction. She seemed to be drowning in dizzying pleasure from having her pussy serviced like this.
By now, once the oil massage ended, it had become natural to finish by caressing her erogenous zones. Call it cooling down a body heated by the massage—or filling in the pleasure the massage alone could never reach. She was completely lost in my touch.
"Haa... haa.... Feels good?"
"Yes... it feels good... sluuurp...."
"Hnnnngh....."
Her eyelashes fluttered lewdly. My answer must have pleased her immensely; she even stroked my leg with her heel.
The sight of the stepson who had once been a thorn in her side now licking her asshole was more than enough to excite a woman as prideful as her. It was a filthy little hobby no one could ever have imagined from that flawless academy instructor. Of course, I had long since grown used to catering to her tastes.
"Sluuurp... schluuuck...."
As I worked her pussy, her hips began to tremble. Experience told me she was right on the edge of climax. I pulled my mouth away from her asshole and gently swept my tongue across her pussy instead.
"Hnnngh... That's right... You're my slave... the slave who licks even the asshole that only ever gives orders... Do a good job and I'll reward you, so swallow every last drop."
"Yes, Master."
Even in this state she never forgot to demean me. But watching her toes curl and uncurl with every flick of my tongue, I almost found it cute now.
It felt like she was just throwing a tantrum because she didn't want to hand over the initiative.
Not that I had any intention of seizing it. What I wanted was for my stepmother to be the one who came after me first. I dragged my tongue up the parted slit and teased the swollen clit at the top; she nearly died of pleasure.
"Hnnnk.... Haah...."
"Schluuuck... I'm ready now."
I buried my mouth against that filthy pussy. One of the things she loved most was having me drink every drop of her juices. To satisfy that dark little fetish, I sealed my lips over her and pressed my tongue hard against her clit—signaling I was prepared—and she came instantly.
"Hnnngh... Swallow it all..!!"
Fssshhh.... Fssht!
Her climax was obscenely lewd. Toes clenched, she squirted hard, wrapping her legs around my head and locking my face tight against her pussy.
As if ordering me not to waste a single drop of her juices... So I stuck my tongue out for all to see and greedily sucked her pussy, feeding her filthy hobby to the fullest.
"Schluuuck...! Schlurrrp....!"
"Haa... Aah....."
Receiving my oral service, a thin trail of drool slipped from the corner of her mouth—such a stark contrast to the flawless figure she always presented at the academy.
Good thing the massage is working.
Atmosphere was everything with acts like this.
Starting with the oil massage to make everything sticky and charged first meant even my once-haughty stepmother felt far less resistance to something this vulgar. And by massaging her weak spots ahead of time, getting her thoroughly worked up, the pleasure only multiplied.
Thump thump....
While she was still dazed, I casually rubbed my lower body against her leg.
With the massive bulge in my pants pressed flush against her, there was no way she wouldn't notice. Panting, face flushed, she prodded my fully erect cock with her toes.
"Horny little bastard. Hard again?"
"I'm sorry. Master's body is just too beautiful...."
Did she like that answer? Where once she would have snapped just for getting hard, now she smiled. Maybe seeing me pitch a tent over her body gave her a sense of feminine superiority.
Getting erect during something like this was unavoidable, so she usually let it slide with a light scolding.
But today felt different somehow.
Sliide... sliide....
"M-Master....?"
That pure white foot began stroking lewdly over my pants. The filthy footplay teasing the cock trapped inside made me moan. Watching me, my stepmother wore a rare look of pure enjoyment.
"Pervert. My foot feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yes... it feels good."
"You worked hard on the massage today... so I'll specially allow you to take your pants off."
Things were shifting more and more in the direction I wanted. Exposing my cock in front of my stepmother didn't make me hesitate for a second. I shoved pants and underwear down together, leaving my lower half completely bare. It was the first time my cock had ever been revealed to her.
My cock sprang free, viciously erect.
Seeing it for the first time, my stepmother furrowed her brows in mild shock. Probably because it was far bigger than she'd expected.
"Horny bastard. At least this part of you is uselessly big…."
"I'm sorry..."
"Ptooey!"
She spat on my glans.
The thin spit glistening there looked filthy as hell.
"Stay still."
After coating my head with sticky spit, she clamped both bare feet around my cock and started pumping up and down.
Given her personality, I never expected her to use her hands or mouth right from the start. But bare feet felt just as good.
Especially since the oil from the earlier massage still coated her soles thickly; mixed with the sticky spit, it created a slick, indescribable sensation.
Schlick schlick.....
She gripped my cock between her soles and stroked as if deliberately tormenting me, the lewd wet sounds of spit and oil mixing ringing out. Watching me pant from the pleasure, a dangerous kind of excitement began to surface on my stepmother's face.
As if she had just discovered a brand-new way to satisfy her filthy tastes.
This, too, was one of the changes that had come from the massages. Seeing her gradually adapt even to acts this lewd made me feel we were heading in exactly the right direction.
"Ptooey!"
Whenever it started to get dry, she spat more sticky saliva to keep it slick again—I could only be grateful. My cock gliding smoothly between her feet began to swell as if ready to burst.
Just the thought that my once-cold stepmother was giving me a footjob was enough to drive me wild. Even if it was only her feet, when a beauty like her did it, the psychological effect was enormous.
And with oil and spit mixed together delivering incredible pleasure... I couldn't help panting from the unexpected intensity.
My stepmother seemed to be getting more and more into it as she watched me. Controlling my pleasure entirely by her own will must have been an incredibly exciting, enjoyable situation for her.
"Feel good?"
"...Yes. It feels good...."
"Then how about this?"
In that instant her toes began rubbing my glans.
The sudden stimulation on a head already hypersensitive made the cum I'd been holding back surge upward.
"U-ughh!!?"
I tried desperately to stop it, but it was already too late. Once the tension broke, the thick, jelly-like cum I'd been holding in sprayed everywhere. It began dirtying my stepmother's legs.
Some even flew far enough to land on her chest.
I'm fucked.
I swallowed hard at the sight.
I'd planned to hold it in and carefully aim when I came, but her foot technique had been way too good. With her clean-freak personality, she was definitely going to hate this.
"I-I'm sorry, Master."
Despite my apology, my stepmother just stared blankly at the cum splattered all over.
But contrary to my expectations, she rose from her seat and murmured in a calm voice.
"...I'm going to shower. Clean this up yourself."
"Yes."
Thankfully she didn't seem angry.
I let out a breath of relief and set about cleaning every last filthy trace left behind in the living room.