Stepmom's Seductive Feet Temptation

Step mother feet was always beautiful watching as I grew up my dad married twenty years ago and I never knew my real mother and my dad started working alot and travel and noticed my step mother getting lonely and one night on the couch her feet started rubbing on my cock and things took a turn

Dad married Elena twenty years ago, right after Mom bailed. She was this stunning 38-year-old with killer legs and feet that turned heads—perfect arches, soft soles, always pedicured in deep reds. I grew up stealing glances, especially as Dad's job swallowed him whole: endless travel, late nights. Elena got lonely, her smiles tighter, her nights on the couch with wine. I'm 22 now, home from college, crashing on the couch after a game. Dad's in Tokyo again. It's late, TV flickering some dumb show. Elena pads in barefoot, silk robe slipping off one shoulder, exposing the curve of her breast. She flops down, feet stretched out, wine glass in hand. "Miss your dad?" she murmurs, eyes on me. Her soles brush my thigh first—warm, smooth. Then higher. I freeze as her toes trace my shorts, finding my cock already twitching hard. She doesn't pull back. Instead, she presses, arch flexing against the bulge, rubbing slow circles over the fabric. "Fuck," I mutter, hips shifting. She smirks, foot grinding firmer, toes curling around my shaft through cotton. Precum soaks through. "You've been staring at these forever, haven't you?" Her other foot joins, sandwiching me, stroking up and down. I grab her ankle, pulse hammering. She gasps, robe falling open fully—nipples stiff, pussy bare and glistening. Things snap.

I yank down my joggers in one rough tug, cock springing free—thick, veined, throbbing against the cool air. Precum beads at the tip. Elena's eyes darken, lips parting as she shifts, soles hovering teasingly close. "Give it to me," she whispers, voice husky. I guide her feet together, sliding my shaft between those perfect arches—warm, silky skin enveloping me like velvet. The contrast hits hard: her heat against my pulsing length, sending cold chills racing up my spine, goosebumps prickling my thighs. She moans low, toes flexing to grip tighter, stroking slow from base to tip. Her hips rock subtly on the couch, pussy lips parting wetter, scent thick in the air. I thrust shallow, friction building fire in my gut, her heels pressing my balls. "Harder," I growl, hands squeezing her calves, pulling her closer. Her breath hitches, nipples peaking sharper as she pumps faster.

Her feet pump my cock relentlessly, arches squeezing with slick precision, precum lubing the glide. Sweat beads on her thighs, her scent intoxicating—musky, needy. I thrust deeper between her soles, balls tightening, chasing the edge. She pauses, toes splaying to tease my tip, eyes locked on mine. "You want to lick my pussy? It's okay." Voice breathy, commanding. Robe discarded, she spreads wide, knees hooking over the couch arms. Pink folds glisten, clit swollen, dripping onto the cushion. I drop forward, hands gripping her thighs, inhaling her heat. Tongue flicks out, tracing her slit slow—salty-sweet nectar flooding my mouth. She arches, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me in. "Fuck, yes—deeper," she gasps, hips bucking as I suck her clit, her feet now rubbing my back, urging me on. My cock throbs untouched, leaking steadily.

Her thighs clamp my head, muscles quivering as I plunge my tongue inside, lapping her walls—tight, pulsing, flooding me with fresh slick. She grinds against my face, clit grinding my nose, moans turning ragged. "Right there—suck it harder," Elena demands, yanking my hair. I oblige, lips sealing around her nub, flicking fast while two fingers slide in, curling to hit that spongy spot. Her pussy clenches, juices coating my chin, dripping down my neck. Feet dig into my shoulders, heels scraping skin, urging deeper. My cock aches, twitching against the couch, veins bulging from neglect. She shudders, breath fracturing—close, so close. I hum against her, vibrations ripping a cry from her throat. Hips buck wild, chasing release, her scent overwhelming, body arching taut.

She shatters, pussy spasming around my fingers, hot cream gushing over my hand and tongue. Thighs quake, locking me in place as she rides the waves, moans peaking into a guttural cry. Her feet claw my shoulders, nails biting skin. Panting, she releases my hair, eyes wild and glazed. "Put your cock in my creamy pussy," she rasps, voice thick with aftershocks. "I think you'll love my pussy." I rise, slick chin dripping, cock rigid and veined, tip oozing. She spreads wider, folds puffy and drenched, entrance clenching invitingly. Hands on her hips, I notch the head against her heat—velvet grip sucking me in. One thrust, and I'm buried balls-deep, walls fluttering, milking every inch. She gasps, legs wrapping my waist, heels digging my ass. I pull back slow, plunge harder, her cream frothing at the base.

Her nails rake my back, urging me deeper as I piston into her, cock stretching her soaked channel—walls rippling, gripping like a vise. Each slam echoes wet slaps, her cream smearing my balls, thighs slick and trembling. "Fuck, yes—harder," Elena growls, arching to meet me, tits bouncing with every drive. I grind my hips, circling to mash her clit, feeling her pulse around my shaft. Sweat beads on her skin, breaths syncing in ragged harmony. I hook her legs over my shoulders, folding her open—plunging steeper, tip battering her depths. She whimpers, pussy fluttering wildly, fresh gush coating us both. Tension coils in her core, eyes locking mine, raw hunger flashing. My thumb finds her ass, pressing the tight ring, teasing entry as I thrust relentless. She clenches everywhere, teetering on the edge again.

Her eyes flare at the pressure on her ass, a sharp hiss escaping her lips. "Yes—do it," she demands, pushing back against my thumb. I circle the puckered ring, slick with her cream, then breach it slow—tight heat yielding as the tip sinks in. She bucks, pussy clamping my cock like a fist, inner walls convulsing in rhythm. I thrust deeper into both, stretching her fully, the dual invasion making her sob with need. Wet squelches fill the air, her arousal dripping down my sack, pooling beneath us. Leaning in, I capture a nipple between my teeth, sucking hard while grinding my hips—cock dragging her g-spot, thumb twisting in her ass. Elena's body tenses, thighs quivering against my shoulders, breaths fracturing into desperate pleas. "Fuck, I'm—gonna—" Her voice breaks as spasms hit, milking me viciously, pulling me toward the brink. I pound faster, chasing the edge with her.

And i came the same time she did and it was a beautiful feeling and she knew it and she looked at me and said I think we could do this a couple times a week and it's our secret

Her pussy convulses, vise-tight around my cock, yanking me over the edge. I erupt, jets of cum flooding her depths, mixing with her gush in hot pulses. We shatter together—bodies locked, trembling in sync, the rush electric and raw. She knows it, eyes blazing into mine, lips parted in a wicked grin. "I think we could do this a couple times a week," she purrs, voice husky, ass still clenching my thumb. "And it's our secret." I grind through the aftershocks, cock twitching inside her cream-filled heat, savoring the slick mess. Her walls flutter, squeezing every drop, thighs slick with our release. Slowly, I ease my thumb free, feeling her shiver. She pulls me down for a deep kiss, tongue claiming mine, tasting her own tang on my lips. My shaft softens but stays buried, her hips rocking lazily, hinting at more.

I pull back from the kiss, smirking at her flushed face. "One more round for tonight." Her eyes spark with hunger, legs wrapping tighter around my waist, heels digging into my ass. "Greedy bastard," she breathes, grinding her soaked pussy against my half-hard cock, stirring our mixed cum into fresh slickness. I harden fast inside her, the slippery heat reigniting fire. Flipping her onto her stomach, I yank her hips up—ass arched, cheeks spread wide, glistening hole winking. She moans, face buried in the sheets, pushing back eagerly. Gripping her waist, I slam home, balls-deep in one thrust, her walls gripping like velvet fire. The wet slap of skin echoes as I rut hard, hand fisting her hair, arching her back. She claws the bed, gasping sharp cries, body jolting with each pound.

Her cries sharpen, raw and desperate, as I piston into her dripping cunt, our cum squelching out around my shaft with every brutal thrust. I tighten my fist in her hair, yanking her head back, exposing the sweat-slick curve of her neck. "Oh fuck!" she yells, voice breaking loud and wild, echoing off the walls. "It's the best fuck I ever had!" The words hit like fuel, my hips snapping harder, balls slapping her swollen clit. She bucks back, ass rippling from the impacts, inner walls clamping down in frantic spasms. I reach under, fingers finding her clit—rubbing firm circles through the slick mess, feeling it throb under my touch. She shudders violently, pussy fluttering wild, chasing that edge again. "Don't stop—fuck, right there!" Her body tenses, thighs quaking, breath hitching in sharp gasps.

Her orgasm crashes hard, pussy convulsing in vise-tight pulses, milking my cock as she screams into the sheets. The squeeze rips through me—hot spurts flood her depths, mixing with our earlier loads, spilling out in creamy rivulets down her trembling thighs. I collapse over her, chest heaving against her back, both of us slick with sweat. We roll together, her beautiful naked body curling into my arms, soft curves molding to my frame. Her heartbeat thuds against my skin, breaths slowing to ragged sighs. She lifts her head, eyes hazy with afterglow, lips brushing my jaw. "You are a real man now," she murmurs, voice husky and spent, fingers tracing lazy circles over my chest. I grin, pulling her closer, our mingled heat still leaking between her legs.