Mommy giving Stepson handjob as comfort from nightmare

Mommy giving Stepson

 

They came as a package deal. That 9-year-old boy and my soon-to-be husband. My husband had worked the night shift our entire marriage. So after a decade of mommy giving stepson comfort from nightmares was just normal for us. He often climbed into bed with me as a small child. As he got older not so much but he knew he always could.

“Mommy? Mommy, you asleep,” drifted into my ears. Then “Mommy,” questioned my stepson.

“Baby, what is it,” I responded. I glanced at the clock. It was well past midnight.

He stood by the edge of the bed. “Mommy,” he whispered. I felt the covers being pulled back as he crawled on the bed and under the covers. Stretching out beside me, his hand reached to me, landing on my shoulder. He caressed down my naked back. “Oh shit,” he whispered in the darkness. His hand slowly crossed the small of my back, slowed but steadily moved to caress my ass. “Oh my God,” he again whispered as my nakedness surprised him. His hand hesitated as he rounded the bottom side of my ass, his fingers moved toward my sex.

“Baby,” I whispered. He froze, his hand stopping all movement. An eternity passed in the split seconds after I whispered. I rolled to my side, facing him in the darkness, his hand now on my hip. I slipped my hand out, touching his chest. Then I trailed my hand slowly down his body, finding his boxers. I stopped at the waistband, my fingers unable to move forward, but no able to pull back.

I could not help offering for Mommy giving stepson the comfort and ease he needed.

His hand covered mine for an instant. Then sliding under the waistband of his boxers, opening them for me. My hand slid so fucking slowly downwards, feeling his pubic hair, my nails finding the base of his cock. Pointed down, he was engorged, rigid.

He groaned deeply as I touched his flesh with my fingertips. My nails leaving a line of fire as my fingers wrapped the flesh, my thumb wrapping the other side. I groaned loudly as I pulled his cock upwards, stroking softly. He was rigid and leaking pre-cum.

I groaned again as my hand rubbed over the end of his cock. Squeezing my thumb and fingers together, I formed a hole to shove his cock through, squeezing hard, stroking him hard. He groaned deeply, his hips flexing, driving his cock through my hand. He roughly grabbed my tits, pinching a nipple, stinging me deeply. I pulled my hand off his cock, covering my wounded tit.

“Ouch,” I said loudly. “Don’t do that,” I instructed a corrective motherly tone to my voice.

“Sorry mommy,” grunted my son. “Oh God, I’m going to cum,” he almost shouted, embarrassed.

I grabbed his cock, pressing it against his abdomen, pushing him to his back. Then I threw the covers off him. I felt his cock throb under my hand.

“Oh fuck Mommy,” He grunted. “I’m sorry Mommy,” he whispered softly. I pressed his cock flat against his body as he shot rope after rope of cum. I could feel the massive jerks of his cock in the darkness. He groaned with each spurt of cum. He quickly finished his orgasm. “I’m sorry Mommy,” he again whispered in the darkness.

It was obviously time for Mommy giving Stepson to spend time with his Cumslut stepcousin

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