My Lover’s Mother Teasing Herself with Dildo

Cynthia reclined on the bed, her naked body glistening in the soft light of the room. She was lost in her own world, her eyes closed as she pleasured herself with a brief pair of lacy white panties. The headboard bumped repeatedly against the wall as she rubbed her panties vigorously, her moans of pleasure filling the air.

Cynthia’s face contorted in ecstasy as she massaged her pussy, her fingers dancing over the fabric of her panties. I couldn’t help but remember the night I had spent with her daughter, Kristin, and how she had used her panties to finish herself off. It seemed like Cynthia was using the same technique, and I felt a surge of excitement at the realization.

As I watched, Cynthia reached into the nightstand and retrieved a flesh-colored dildo. She fondled it briefly before bringing it to her panty-covered vagina. I felt my cock hardening in my pants as I watched her tease the dildo all over her panties, her fingers moving deftly as she built up her arousal.

With a sudden movement, Cynthia took the dildo and brought it to her mouth, providing some lubrication for her impending pleasure. I felt a pang of desire as I watched her suck on the dildo, her eyes closed in rapture. Then, with a sudden cry of excitement, she pushed the dildo into her waiting pussy.

“Ohhhhh!” she moaned, her body arching in pleasure as the dildo slid into her vagina. I felt my cock hardening further as I watched her move her hips, her body gliding smoothly over the dildo as she worked herself into a frenzy.

I couldn’t help myself, and I unzipped my fly, pulling out my cock as I watched Cynthia in a state of pure abandon. I felt a sense of excitement and guilt as I jerked off in the hallway, my eyes fixed on the scene before me. Cynthia’s eyes were closed, her face contorted in ecstasy as she rode the dildo to her climax.

“Oooooo!” she gasped, her body shuddering as she reached her peak. I felt my own body tensing as I watched, my cock throbbing with desire. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer intensity of Cynthia’s pleasure.

As I watched, Cynthia gave out a final cry and stuffed the dildo into her pussy, her body convulsing with pleasure. I quickly pushed my disappointed cock back into my pants and quietly made my way downstairs, leaving Cynthia to her private moment of pleasure.

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Cynthia’s eyes locked onto mine as I watched her, her gaze piercing as she seemed to sense my presence. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest, as I wondered if she had seen me watching her.

But as I watched, Cynthia’s eyes drifted closed once more, and she began to move her hips, her body gliding smoothly over the dildo as she worked herself into a frenzy. I felt a sense of relief wash over me as I realized she hadn’t seen me, and I continued to watch, my body tense with desire.

Cynthia’s face contorted in ecstasy as she rode the dildo to her climax, her body shuddering with pleasure. I felt my own body tensing as I watched, my cock throbbing with desire. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer intensity of Cynthia’s pleasure.

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Cynthia’s wedding ring shone brightly on her finger as she held her little white panties to the side, her body exposed and vulnerable. I felt a pang of desire as I watched her, my eyes fixed on the sight before me.

As I watched, Cynthia’s eyes closed once more, and she began to move her hips, her body gliding smoothly over the dildo as she worked herself into a frenzy. I felt a sense of excitement and guilt as I jerked off in the hallway, my eyes fixed on the scene before me.

Cynthia’s body convulsed with pleasure as she reached her peak, her face contorted in ecstasy. I felt my own body tensing as I watched, my cock throbbing with desire. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer intensity of Cynthia’s pleasure.

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Cynthia’s eyes locked onto mine as I watched her, her gaze piercing as she seemed to sense my presence. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest, as I wondered if she had seen me watching her.

But as I watched, Cynthia’s eyes drifted closed once more, and she began to move her hips, her body gliding smoothly over the dildo as she worked herself into a frenzy. I felt a sense of relief wash over me as I realized she hadn’t seen me, and I continued to watch, my body tense with desire.

Cynthia’s face contorted in ecstasy as she rode the dildo to her climax, her body shuddering with pleasure. I felt my own body tensing as I watched, my cock throbbing with desire. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer intensity of Cynthia’s pleasure.

Cynthia’s request was like a shot of adrenaline straight into my veins. I couldn’t believe what I was being asked to do, but at the same time, I was more than happy to help her. I mean, who wouldn’t want to take suggestive photos of their beautiful stepmother?

As we made our way upstairs to her bedroom, I couldn’t help but think about our earlier encounter. I had caught her in a rather compromising position, and now I was about to capture her on film in a similar state. This was getting interesting, to say the least.

Cynthia handed me the camera and led me to the dresser, where she found my dad’s digital camera. I was surprised she knew where it was, but I was even more surprised when she handed it to me and said, “Let’s get started, Matty.”

I felt a rush of excitement as I watched her emerge from the bathroom dressed in the see-through teddy. Her big tits were filling out the garment, and her jet black pubic hair was easily visible through the diaphanous material. I had her lay down on the bed, and we went through several poses, each one more provocative than the last.

As we worked, I couldn’t help but notice the way Cynthia’s eyes locked onto mine, her gaze burning with a mix of excitement and nervousness. I knew exactly what she was thinking, and I was thinking it too – that this was a little too intimate, a little too real.

But we pushed on, taking shot after shot, each one more daring than the last. And then, she changed into a little pink short shorts with no panties underneath. I posed her on her belly, and her gorgeous ass was on display, filling out the shorts perfectly.

Cynthia looked up at me, a sly smile spreading across her face, and I knew exactly what she was thinking – that this was just the beginning. And I was more than happy to take it to the next level.

“Okay, Cyn,” I said, my voice low and husky, “how about you pull your dress up a bit more and then hook your legs over the arms of the chair?” I could see the anticipation building in her eyes, and I knew exactly what I was looking for – a shot of those lacy panties, and the vertical division they created.

Silence.

“That’s perfect,” I whispered, my heart racing with excitement. “Now, Cyn, I love your facial expression, but for the next couple of shots, I don’t want you to smile. I just need you to look at the camera and imagine that Don is standing where I am, and he’s looking at you.”

Cynthia closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let out a soft moan. I knew exactly what she was thinking – that this was it, the moment of truth. And I was ready to capture it on film.

“Okay, Cyn,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “How about you take off your dress and then climb up on the recliner on all fours?” I didn’t wait for an answer, I knew my step mom would obey, and I was more than happy to capture the shot.

Cynthia stood up, and I helped her unzip the evening gown, leaving her dressed in just those tiny panties she’d worn earlier. She climbed onto the recliner, putting her world-class ass on display, and I knew exactly what I wanted to shoot next.

“It’s time for some nude shots, Cyn,” I said, my voice low and husky. “I’m going to take off your panties now…”

Cynthia’s voice trembled as she protested, “Oh, Matt, I don’t think so!” She complained. “I don’t think I would be comfortable without…without my panties! Please, please don’t take them off!”

“I’m right behind you,” I said calmly, already holding the elastic waistband of her panties. Cynthia continued to protest, “No! Nooo! Not my panties! Please don’t take off my panties!” as I slowly pulled them down.

Her creamy pink skin glistened in the dim light, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement as I gazed at her exposed posterior. My God, she was stunning. I brought her panties to my nose, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her feminine fragrance.

Cynthia remained kneeling, her eyes fixed on the floor as I unbuckled my cargo shorts. My impossibly hard cock sprang free, and I couldn’t help but remember the countless opportunities I’d had to be with other women in the past. But today was different.

“We were just supposed to take pictures, you know,” Cynthia said, her voice laced with a hint of desperation. “We can’t do this…” But I was resolute in my desire for her.

I approached my completely naked step mom and touched my cockhead to her soft, warm vagina. Cynthia’s eyes widened as a little moan escaped her lips, and I knew she was accepting her fate. I shoved forward, and my entire cock slid into her pussy, sending a rush of delight through my body.

Cynthia’s eyes glazed over with lust as I withdrew, only to be met with her gentle hands guiding me back into her vagina. I began to fuck her with reckless abandon, my balls slapping against her pussy lips with each thrust. Her moans and coos filled the air as she adjusted to my pace.

“Oh Matty, fuck me good son!” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “Give me all you’ve got!” I doubled my efforts, my cock plunging deeper into her willing body.

I couldn’t resist the urge to tease her pouting anus with my forefinger, slowly pushing it in. Cynthia gasped, “Matty No! That’s so nasty! Oh, take your finger out of my…my asshole!” But I was too far gone, my mind consumed by the thrill of the moment.

Cynthia’s complaints were short-lived, replaced by a newfound eagerness as she arched her back to meet my every thrust. We were lost in our own world, our bodies entwined in a passionate dance. Her pleas for me to “Please fuck me harder!” were all it took to push me over the edge.

I gave her six or seven more ball-jarring strokes before unleashing a torrent of white hot cum all over her asshole and pussy. “Ahhhhhh!” I gasped, my body spent but my heart full of joy.

We lay there in silence for a few minutes, the only sound the heavy breathing of our exhausted bodies. Finally, I broke the silence, “We won’t show any of the nude shots to Dad.” Cynthia chuckled, and I hugged her, feeling a sense of closeness that I’d never experienced before.

As we parted ways, I realized that I’d found a fine woman to take care of my dad and a “Little Sister” to fill the void in my life. And life was indeed good.