The house was quiet, the perfect cover for a moment of private release. Mark was deep into his masturbate session, lost in a forbidden fantasy, when the door to his room creaked open. His eyes shot open, and there she was: his stepmother, Andre Love, standing in the doorway, a look of shocked surprise on her beautiful face. His big cock was already hard in his hand, a testament to his secret kink.
“Mark?!” she gasped, her voice a mix of disbelief and something unreadable.
His heart pounded. He froze, mortified, scrambling to cover himself. But it was too late. Andre Love, the alluring mom and true amateur MILF, had seen everything. This was his worst nightmare, or perhaps, a forbidden dream come true.
“I… I’m sorry, Mom,” he stammered, his face burning.
Andre Love didn’t move. Her eyes lingered on his exposed big cock, and the initial shock slowly morphed into a curious, almost appreciative gaze. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken tension, far heavier than just embarrassment. He saw a flicker of desire in her eyes, a spark of the sexwife he knew she was behind closed doors.
She slowly stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. “It’s alright, honey,” she purred, her voice softer now, calmer. “It happens.” Her eyes, however, told a different story. They were filled with a bold, knowing intensity.
She sat on the edge of his bed, her gaze still fixed on him. “It’s… normal for boys your age,” she began, a subtle smirk playing on her lips. “But perhaps,” she added, her hand reaching out, “you could use a little guidance.” This was more than just his mother; this was his step mom teaches him a lesson he’d never forget.
He watched, mesmerized, as her fingers wrapped around his big cock. Her touch was gentle yet firm, unbelievably skillful. The shame evaporated, replaced by an overwhelming surge of pleasure. This was his step mom handjob, a milf handjob beyond his wildest dreams. From his point of view, her face was concentrated, her eyes sometimes meeting his, a shared secret passing between them.
She worked him tirelessly, her hand moving with an increasing rhythm, her fingers exploring every sensitive spot. He closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation, his butt clenching with every stroke.
His climax approached quickly, a powerful wave. He groaned, unable to hold back. Andre Love simply tightened her grip, looking up at him as he exploded, filling her hand with his warm cum.
Panting, breathless, Mark opened his eyes. Andre Love smiled, a triumphant, satisfied look on her face. “There,” she whispered, wiping her hand discreetly. “That’s better, isn’t it?”
He just nodded, utterly sated. Being caught had never felt so good. His stepmother had given him far more than just a handjob; she had taught him a lesson in pleasure he would never forget.
