“When you cum, I don’t want you to make a mess all over the place. So, just when you’re ready to cum, put those panties over your cock and blow your load into them. Can you do that for me, Steve?”
“Yes Irene, I can do that,” he said softly.
“Miss Irene,” I said sternly.
“Wh … what?”
“If you want to teach how to treat an older woman properly, you need to show her the respect she deserves. So you should refer to her with respect. Whenever we’re together like this, you should call me “Miss Irene”. Do you understand?”
I felt myself getting awfully wet, soaking actually. I also felt I was going further than I should with this conversation, and situation, I was practically seducing my future husband’s 18-year-old son, but I enjoyed the way it was making me feel.
As the idea quickly registered in his brain that this might not be just a one-off experience if he followed my instructions, a broad smile came to his face.
“Yes Ire … I mean, yes Miss Irene.” His eagerness to please me was now readily apparent on his face.
“That’s a good boy. Now let’s see you wrap your hand around that cock and jerk it off,”
I commanded. I was pleased to see that he quickly complied as he circled his meaty cock with his right hand while holding the black panties on his left.
As he started to pump that big thick cock of his back and forth, I let my thighs drift even further apart. His eyes automatically looked down beneath the hem of my rising skirt. I saw a drop of milky precum emerge from the tip of his cock and drop to the floor as his hand started to move back and forth more quickly.
“Like what you see, Steve?” I asked coyly.
“Yes, Miss Irene!” I was happy to see that he had responded correctly.
“Come closer.” He moved a couple of steps forward until he stood right in front of my spread legs. His hand started to piston back and forth rapidly until it became almost a blur on his surging cock.
“Slow down!” As I spoke firmly, he looked at me with a confused look on his face as his hand came to a complete stop.
“I know you’re excited but this isn’t a race, Steve. A woman likes to see her boy enjoying himself as he looks at her. Now, slide your hand nice and slow … yeah … that’s it … nice and firm and slow … back and forth … yeah … just like that. When you’re ready to cum, make sure you shoot it into my panties so I can see it.”
He complied instantly with my instructions and I saw a look of eager desire wash over his face. I looked down and saw his balls drawing in their protective saw and knew he was close.
“Can I ask how big your breast are, Miss Irene?”
“I wear a 34F.”
“34F? Irene, that’s … that’s beautiful.
“Want to see them?”
“Y… Yees…” I couldn’t help laughing a little at his eagerness.
“Then I’d better take it off my blouse.
Steve’s eyes were glued to my breast as I unbuttoned and tossed the blouse. I got onto my knees and faced Steve, with my enormous breasts thrusting out toward him.
My large expanse of creamy tit-flesh was spilled over the confining cups as I reached down and started to unhook the front clasp. I slid the metal hook out of the clasp and started to draw the two cups away. As I moved the confining cups away, my huge orbs seemed to enjoy the feeling of release and seemed to swell forwards and down as they settled under the force of gravity. I drew the two warm cups fully away from my gigantic breast and seeing them at close range; Steve could only stare at them, totally mesmerized by the sheer size.
It was sinfully arousing for me to see my future stepson slowly masturbating in front of me, while his eyes were locked onto my breasts, with my pink nipples becoming stiff.
“You seem like you’re enjoying yourself,” I asked.
“I am,” he said while masturbating.
“This is so hot. You have such an amazing body, Miss Irene.”
“Thank you. I’m enjoying this as well. Do you need extra stimulation?”
My hands reached the underside of my huge jugs and lifted one in each hand.
I knew that men like to stare at my breast. After having breastfed three children, my breasts sagged quite a bit, and when I was done with all that, I decided to get a pair of new ones, and ever since, men and women have been staring at them.
“I have the feeling you like them,” I said as I ran my hands delicately over the smooth surface of my breasts. My areolas were the size of coasters and my nipples were thick and pink; and as corny as it sounds, they somehow reminded me of those erasers you get on those giant pencils at amusement parks and tourist attractions. I toyed with my nipples and I could feel them become rock-hard.
“Like them?” Steve said as he kept jerking his huge cock.
“I love them.”
They were incredibly round and heavy and I loved how they felt in my hands.
I started cupping the round bottoms and played with my hard pink nipples.
I found myself inadvertently becoming even more aroused, as my breasts and nipples have always been very sensitive, yes, even after the augmentation, and it was clear to me that Steve was enjoying the show as his breathing and stroking became harder.
“Oh, God. Keep playing with those tits, Miss Irene. I can’t believe this is happening.”
Steve reached out and wanted to touch my breast, but I said no, and that he had to do what I said.
The whole situation was driving me wild; him masturbate up close, using my dirty panties, and staring at my breasts. My secret fantasy about him masturbating on my panties had finally come true, along with the added taboo of “almost-incest” to make things even hotter. I held in my emotions and cravings as I continued to fondle myself for him.
It wasn’t long before he exhibited all the tell-tale signs of having an orgasm; a sight I’d been fantasizing about ever since that first day with my dirty pants.
We continued this for a minute, me playing with my nipples and Steve jerking his hard cock, then I could see his body stiffen and I knew his climax was near.
“Cum for me,” she said innocently. “I want to see you cum.”
His hands stroked faster and his moans became louder. His back suddenly arched, his muscles stiffened, and a flurry of his hot semen shot into my dirty panties and a few streams actually shot through them, landing on my sheet.
I was amazed as I watched my son-to-be-stepson cum.
He didn’t stop stroking until he was completely drained, with his eyes never leaving my body.
I was beyond feeling guilty at this point. Watching Steve masturbate in my panties was making me so fucking horny. Almost subconsciously, my hand slid inside my panties, and I wanted him to just throw me on the bed and rape me, but I knew that I couldn’t do that, easing I’m was one thing, but fucking him? No, I was going to marry his Dad in a few weeks.
“Wow, Steve… Fuck, that was hot. That end’s today’s lesson.”
“What…”
“What did you expect?”
“You asked me if you wanted me to teach me how to treat an older woman.”
“I did, and this was lesson number one.”
“What do you mean?”
“Treat a woman with respect, always, and if she says no… No matter how horny you are, respect her decision.”
“Ok, Ire..”
“Miss Irene, when we’re alone, ok?”
END OF PART 1
In the next part, Irene will continue her teachings, and things get more intense.
Please rate and comment below so I know if you like it, what you didn’t like, what you want to happen later, and so on. I write these stories for myself since they all make me fucking horny doing so, but I love to read your comments as well.
And remember, before you write a comment, English is not my native language.
See you soon.
Steve.
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