My Step-Mom Is A Secret Sex Worker!

OMG! My Step-Mom Is A Sex Worker!

Your father has just left for work and you’re sitting at the kitchen table, watching me. Since my back is to you, you have the opportunity to check me out. I am a hot MILF for sure. Even your friends say they jerk off to images of me. But secretly, you do the same thing. I’ve caught you removing my used panties from the laundry basket. I know you bring them back to your room so you can lay in bed while smelling my womanly scent. You even lick the juices from my panties hoping to have contact with my cunt. If only you knew that I’m a sex worker and my panties are wet all the time. I stand with my back to you wearing my sexy tight pale blue jeans, as you continue to admire my perfect heart-shaped ass.

Oh No! My sex worker secret is out!

Then out of the blue, you ask me “Why Zara?”  You notice me stiffen slightly at the name.

My desperate attempt to sound nonchalant is pretty obvious. “What, sweetie?” Zara is the name I use as a sex worker.

You continue by asking, “Why do you call yourself Zara when you work as a sex worker ?” I notice your cock harden as you ask me that question. I try my best to deny what you are saying, forcing a smile and saying that I don’t know what you’re talking about. Then, you ask if your dad knows I’m a sex worker.

Now you are more aggressive, cutting me off before I can answer, “Of course Dad doesn’t know, he would divorce you.”

Your dad can’t find out about my sex worker life.

I stop you by saying, “You should not throw around such accusations, especially about your own stepmother.”

Then you say with confidence, “I have the pictures to prove it. Remember when you let Robert take some pics as long as your face did not show? Well, he sent them to me, and your face can be seen reflected in a mirror.” You turn your phone to show me an image of me fingering myself on all fours. Finally, I surrender and put my hands to my head I apologize to you and share that I’m sorry and how I love your father. It’s hard to explain, but I let you know how your father and I don’t have sex, and being a sex worker is exciting for me, plus I make lots of money.

My sex worker’s secret is safe with you

The next comment you make surprises me. You promise not to tell your father as long as I agree to let you fuck my cunt. Afraid that this will ruin my marriage, I agree to fuck my stepson. You take my hand and lead me upstairs to the bedroom I share with your father. The same bed that I entertain paying customers in. I do love my secret life as a sex worker.

You caress and rub both of my tits in your hands, feeling their pleasant firmness. Then you move your mouth over my erect left nipple and start to kiss and suck it. Soon, I feel your teeth on my nipple and I let out a moan of pain and pleasure. Your fingers make their way to my wet pussy and you play with me until I cum. Now you know what my orgasms are like, and it’s got your teenage cock rock hard.

You know you are minutes from cumming too. So you grab my head and force me to my knees. Next, I feel the head of your cock on my lips. After several minutes of fucking my mouth, you give me a huge explosion of yummy cum. I gasp for breath and look up as I cough and try to swallow all your cum down. There is no doubt that you need to fuck my cunt more than ever.

“Ok, Step-Mom, let’s take a shower and fuck more after,” you say as you grip my arm and lead me to the bathroom with some cum still on my face. Wow, my stepson made me feel like a nasty sex worker. Can’t get enough of sexy family play stories? Check out: Family Fun – Fucking My Step-son