Stepmother and Weekend (3)
"...Mmm."
Warm morning sunlight streamed in through the window. Rubbing my bleary eyes, I slowly sat up in bed and stretched. A yawn escaped me as I turned my head—and there she was, my stepmother, still lying beside me, fast asleep.
"Ah..."
Looking at her face, peaceful in deep sleep, the memories of last night came flooding back. We'd gone at it like animals until dawn, collapsing into unconsciousness on top of each other. The sticky traces of what we'd done still clung to the bedroom, and dark kiss marks bloomed across her pale skin.
Starting yesterday, we'd agreed to sleep together in the master bedroom she used. After trading those filthy looks, we'd lost ourselves in sex without a second thought.
"Mmm..."
My stepmother slept on, utterly oblivious to the world. Looking at that demure, elegant face, it was hard to believe this was the same woman who'd been pinned beneath me last night, screaming her head off. With her eyes closed, those long, pretty lashes stood out even more—and the contrast with the shameless face she'd worn the night before made my cock stiffen hard.
I slowly reached out and pulled back the blanket covering her body.
Her dazzling naked form was laid bare. Those long legs, the dark thatch nestled between them... and the lingering marks of last night's passion only deepened the sense of delicious corruption clinging to that sensual, beautiful body.
"Stepmom. Wake up."
"Mmm..."
Maybe last night had been too intense. Normally she was up and about without fail, but today she couldn't seem to drag herself out of sleep. We'd been drenched in sweat, locked in each other's arms, fucking like beasts until we collapsed from exhaustion—of course she was tired.
Even when I called her name, she only stirred a little before sinking right back into deep sleep. I nodded slowly to myself.
...Looks like she needs a wake-up call.
I leaned down and pressed my lips to the nape of her neck. A soft kiss like that wasn't nearly enough to rouse her—but I kept going anyway, leaving sticky trails of my mouth all over her body.
As I worked my way down with those gentle caresses, my face ended up between her thighs.
Her lower half filled my vision completely. Those hips flared out with a sensuality I couldn't look away from, flowing down into those endless legs. I burrowed between them, spread her open, and pressed my mouth to her pussy.
"Mwah... mwah..."
"Mmm..."
At last, something seemed to register—her eyelids twitched. When I pressed my tongue firmly against her clit, her lips parted just slightly and a soft breath slipped out.
"Haaa..."
"...?"
I felt the faintest sense that something was off. Her breathing had been steady just moments ago, but now it had turned slightly irregular. Rolling my eyes up to glance at her face, I caught the corner of her mouth twitching ever so slightly.
...Is she pretending to be asleep?
My kissing must have woken her. But she was deliberately keeping her eyes shut, playing dead while she enjoyed what I was doing to her. Those eyelashes kept fluttering, after all.
...She's a terrible actress.
The reason she was faking sleep was obvious enough. She was getting off on the fact that I was the one initiating, the one servicing her like this.
I lowered my head further, and her pale, full ass filled my entire field of view. Gripping the cheeks of my stepmother—who was lying on her side—I pushed them up, and the asshole she'd been hiding came into view.
It clenched and unclenched...
That shameful, filthy little hole no woman was supposed to show anyone—right there in front of my eyes, twitching and winking. I smirked. My stepmother's toes curled and her lips twitched. Apparently even she found this a little embarrassing.
Pretending not to notice, I carefully spread her ass even wider. Then I gently rubbed a fingertip against that lewdly fluttering rear entrance.
"Haa..."
Her asshole twitched as if it were trying to be cute. Hot heat pulsed from it in waves, like it wanted to swallow my finger whole right then and there. When I pressed firmly against that tightly sealed entrance, I could feel her breathing start to tremble noticeably.
Just how long is she going to keep pretending?
Watching her secretly fight back her moans while she played dead, a fun idea suddenly struck me.
"Stepmom... time to wake up..."
Even when I shook her shoulder, she kept both eyes squeezed shut, still faking it. So I muttered to myself, loud enough for her to hear.
"Ah... still won't wake up, huh..."
"......"
"Well, no choice then..."
Her pussy was already pouring out sticky juices, soaking the bed beneath her. I coated my finger thoroughly in that wetness and shoved it straight into her twitching asshole.
Schlick...!!
Squish, squish, squish...!!
I pumped her asshole in a steady rhythm. A total pervert's morning call—waking her up by finger-fucking her ass. It was far too sticky and depraved a sensation to take first thing in the morning. My stepmother's eyes snapped open and she glared at me.
"Hey—hey! What the hell are you doing first thing in the morning?!"
"What does it look like? I'm fingering your asshole, Stepmom."
I answered casually and crooked my finger, digging into the inside of her hole. Her head snapped back.
"Hnnngh!!!?"
Sploosh...!!!
She came lightly, squirting. The air in the bedroom turned thick and feverish in an instant, charged with that morning depravity.
"P-pull your finger out...♥"
She said it like she meant it, clinging to her pride. But the moment my finger threatened to actually leave, her asshole clamped down hard—squeezing tight, refusing to let go. And those toes of hers were slyly brushing against my balls, goading me on.
In the end, whenever I stirred my finger around inside her ass, her pussy gushed sticky fluid in pure delight. That runoff slicked her asshole and served as lube, so the wet, filthy sounds of squelching filled the room all on their own.
Her body heat climbed fast. Hot sweat began pouring off that sensual frame, making her skin gleam obscenely.
"We can't do this first thing in the morning... hngh."
"It's fine. Just relax and let your body take it."
"Ah—aaaaaah!!"
Lost in the waves of pleasure, she seemed to need something to hold onto—her arms wrapped around my neck. Hot, ragged breaths spilled from those red lips, along with the sticky sounds of saliva. Watching her, I pressed my mouth over those full, sensual lips that were panting out heat. The moment I sucked them in, her thick tongue came out to meet mine like she'd been waiting for it.
"Mmwah... haa... mwah mwah..."
"Nngh... mmwah... mmwah... slurp..."
Trading spit in a morning kiss, our hot breath filled the room. I tangled my tongue with hers, exchanging saliva, then pulled away with a sticky strand of spit still connecting us.
"So? How's my wake-up call?"
"D-don't say weird things like that..."
"Want me to wake you up like this every morning? In exchange, you can wake me up tomorrow."
I crooked my finger and kept working her asshole with wet, squelching thrusts as I asked. At first her voice still carried a note of resistance—but the strength in her eyes was steadily draining away.
"Hngh... haah..."
Maybe it was because she still wasn't fully awake. The sharp edge and the irritable temper she usually wore had mostly melted off, leaving her moaning in a daze. She was already completely addicted to the forbidden pleasure of having her stepson's finger buried in her ass.
Squish, squish, squish...!!
Her asshole was gladly taking my finger now, offering up that springy, searing squeeze. I worked the inside for a while longer, and as she writhed that sweat-slick, dense body of hers, chasing the pleasure, those red lips parted.
"Aaaah... harder...!!"
Was she getting close? The inner walls of her asshole rippled and clenched around my finger like they were wringing it out. Anticipating the sweet climax coming her way, she gently pulled me in with her arms around my back.
"Hngh...! Haa, haa..."
Just a little more stimulation and she'd tip over into that rapturous peak. But instead of giving her what she wanted, my finger gradually started to slow.
"...Huh?"
At the same time, the heat that had been blazing between us cooled off fast. Of course it did—the finger that had been driving her crazy had stopped completely.
As the crashing waves of pleasure weakened, my stepmother looked confused for a moment. Then she twitched her hips and spoke.
"W-what are you doing? Why'd you suddenly stop?"
"You told me to pull my finger out a second ago."
"Th-that's..."
Her face twisted. She'd said it, sure—but she hadn't meant a word of it. It was nothing but empty complaining, a hollow bid to protect her pride. She clearly hadn't expected me to actually stop, and the look on her face was pure panic.
The pleasure had been that intense—so the emptiness when it vanished all at once hit just as hard.
Grind, grind...
She started moving her own hips, chasing the pleasure—but the finger lodged in her asshole didn't budge an inch. With that fierce stimulation gone like a receding tide, she grew desperate, clutching my back and murmuring,
"You don't have to listen to that... just move already."
"Move what?"
"You know... what..."
She still couldn't bring herself to spit out anything crude or explicit—that haughty nature of hers refused to die. But when I made it clear I wasn't moving until I heard the words, she finally muttered in the tiniest voice,
"Your finger..."
"My finger? The one where?"
"In my ass..."
Hearing that, I bent my finger just the slightest bit and scraped the inside with a slow, grinding rub. That subtle, crawling pleasure made her face go frantic.
"Hurry up and move your finger...! The one in my ass...!!"
"Not your ass—your asshole, right?"
"Kh... a-asshole! Asshole!"
Shame flooded her face as she forced the word out. But paradoxically, every time she said asshole, her pussy gushed with fresh wetness.
"Finger my asshole harder...!!"
Grind, grind...
Every time she answered the way I wanted, I sped my finger up a little more, pumping her asshole. Realizing what she had to do to get the pleasure she craved, she started rolling her hips in circles and cried out,
"Harder...!! Finger my asshole...!!!"
"Lift your hips!"
At my command, she planted both feet firmly on the bed and hoisted her waist high. That vulgar arched posture made her pussy spray fluid.
Sploosh...!!
I started working her rear hole at a brutal pace. I already knew every one of her weak spots inside and out, and as I roughly fucked her asshole with my finger, her eyes started to roll back.
"Hngh... haah!!!"
A brain pickled in pleasure steadily forgot how to feel shame. What mattered to my stepmother now wasn't pride—it was the filthy ecstasy radiating from her asshole.
"More...! Harder...!! Finger me...!!"
"Going any faster than this is tough...!!"
"Faster, damn it!!! Shove your finger in and churn my asshole!!!"
Pleasure must have scrambled her brains completely—she was screaming with the most vulgar expression imaginable. And as she bounced her hips up and down, I clenched my teeth and drove my finger even faster.
Squish, squish, squish...!!!!
"Hnnngh...!!? I'm coming! I'm coming from my asshole!!"
She didn't even know what she was saying anymore, surrendering her mind entirely to instinct. That face twisted into something thoroughly debauched as she hit her climax.
Squish, squish, squish.....!!
Sploosh...!!!
Even as she came, the finger in her asshole never stopped. If anything I went harder, and her orgasm refused to end, drenching the entire bed in her juices.
"Hnnngh..!? Aaaaaah!!"
Her body convulsed and arched all the way back. Her thighs fell open wide, and from between them a massive squirt erupted.