Bedroom With Stepmother
Copyright© 2025 by Laxu
Chapter 38
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 38 - Alex, an 18-year-old high schooler, lives a seemingly ordinary life with his loving mother, Monica, and his bubbly 7-year-old sister, Maria. Things got interesting when his Mom wants to sleep in...
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Monica rested her head on Alex’s chest and Misty circled to capture the couple at every angle. When she got around to Monica’s face, the mother opened her eyes and looking right into the camera, smiled naughtily.
The video cut to another scene of Monica riding Alex piggy back style as he rushed them into an a crashing wave.
The surge knocked them over and John could hear his wife giggling as she clung on best she could to her boy. As the water rushed back out Alex was on his back in the wet sand and Monica was straddling him.
“You guys just got owned!” Misty giggled.
Alex lifted his upper body from the sand. Monica used her hands to toss her wet hair back, thrusting her big tits out, making them hover over Alex. In this position it looked just like she was riding him.
John felt a waves of different emotions ... anger ... jealousy ... disbelief ... but mostly arousal. His cock hardened even more.
“Here comes another one!” Misty yelled.
Monica screamed playfully as another surging wave overcame them. When this one rushed back out Monica’s sexy little bare feet were the first things to emerge, her painted toes pointed towards the sky.
The water lowered revealing her luscious legs bowed wide open and Alex laying between them. Both of them were laughing hysterically.
John’s mouth fell open as he watched the last of the water rush out around their naked bodies.
“Damn ... get a room, you two!” Misty joked, pointing the camera straight down at them.
Monica put her hands on her son’s shoulders, looking up at the camera sassily. “Fuck you, girl ... we already have one!”
John watched her curvy wet legs wrap around their son, so high that her little feet slid onto his ass as if locking him between her thighs.
“Mother and son sharing a room. God only knows what goes on in there.” Misty said.