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mx66_back Profile mx66_back Profile views: 4059 Fanbase: 184 About Me In love with Stepmom/Stepson and Aunt/Nephew theme. Love doing captions around hot slutty milf seducing inexperienced boy younger than them. Feel free to write some hot comment below my captions. Open to discuss sh0ta in private and share my content. Interests Aunt , Captions , Creampie , Incest , Nephew , Shota , Stepmom Signed up: 5 months and 7 days ago Images viewed: 0 Images uploaded: 80 Gender: Female Birth: 16/04/1968 Location: Hungary Last Online: 7 hours ago Connect with mx66_back Send Message Add Comment Become a fan Add to relations Status updates Jul 20, 2026 Looking for people interested in sh0ta content. I'm doing a incredible realistic AI content and wanted some feedback. PM ME   May 5, 2026 Looking for people who like to write some hot detailed p0rn comment on my galleries!   Relations (See All Relations) Momlover169 Gender: Male Orientation: Straight Comments (1) (See All Comments) mx66_back Comments: 45 Commented on Sep 8, 2026 "I’m nineteen, still living at home while I finish my first year of college, and my aunt is staying with us for two weeks while her place gets renovated. Mom leaves for work at 6:40 every morning. That leaves the house quiet… and my aunt knows exactly how to use that quiet. The first time she walked out of the guest bathroom naked, water still streaming down the heavy curve of her ass and the undersides of her tits, she caught me frozen in the hallway. She didn’t cover up. She just turned, pressed her wet body against the glass, and looked over her shoulder with that slow, knowing smile. “Missed the bus again, nephew?” I had. On purpose. Every morning after that became the same ritual. I’d “oversleep,” claim the bus came early, and end up wherever she wanted me. This morning the bathroom door was already cracked open. Steam rolled out into the hallway. I locked the door behind me the second I stepped inside. She was under the spray, one hand braced high on the glass, back arched, ass pushed out like she was presenting it. Water ran in rivers between her cheeks and down the insides of her thighs. When she heard the lock click she didn’t even turn around at first. “Get that cock out,” she said, voice low and already rough. “I’ve been touching myself thinking about it since I woke up.” I stripped fast. My dick sprang free, thick and already throbbing, the head flushed dark and shiny with pre-cum. She shut the water off, stepped out still dripping, and dropped to her knees on the bath mat without another word. Her wet blonde hair stuck to her shoulders and the tops of her tits. She wrapped both warm hands around my shaft and just stared at it for a second, eyes heavy, lips parted. Then she leaned in and dragged her tongue from the base all the way up in one long, slow lick, collecting the pre-cum at the tip and swallowing it with a soft moan. She did it again, slower, then opened wide and took me in. The blowjob was filthy from the first second. She didn’t tease. She sucked hard, cheeks hollowed, tongue working the underside of my cock in tight, wet strokes while she bobbed her head. Loud, wet, filthy sounds filled the bathroom—slurping, gagging, the wet slap of her spit hitting the floor. She took me deeper every time, until the head was punching the back of her throat and she was choking on it, eyes watering, mascara starting to run. Spit poured down her chin in thick strings, dripping onto her heavy tits and the floor between her knees. I had to grab the edge of the sink with one hand just to stay upright. My other hand fisted in her wet hair. She looked up at me the whole time, eyes glassy and locked on mine while she tried to swallow my entire cock. Every time I hit the back of her throat she moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. I was already close. Too close. I tried to hold back. I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. I focused on the tiles, on the sound of the dripping faucet, on anything except the wet heat of her mouth and the way her throat kept spasming around the head. My thighs were shaking. Pre-cum was leaking nonstop into her mouth and she just kept swallowing it, sucking harder like she was trying to drag the orgasm out of me by force. “Aunt—fuck—slow down,” I gritted out, voice cracking. “I’m gonna—” She only sucked harder, faster, one hand now pumping the base of my cock in tight, wet strokes while the other reached between her own legs. The wet sounds of her fingers working her cunt mixed with the filthy noises of her throat. She pulled off just long enough to gasp, “Don’t you dare hold it back. I want it all over my face. Make me look like a used-up slut.” Then she took me deep again, nose pressed against my stomach, and sucked like she was trying to pull my soul out through my cock. That was it. I ripped my dick out of her mouth with a broken, loud moan that echoed off the bathroom walls and down the hallway. My whole body locked up. Thick, heavy ropes of cum blasted across her face. The first one painted a long stripe from her forehead down over her eye and across her cheek. The next hit her open mouth and tongue, then another landed on the bridge of her nose and dripped down. More kept pumping out—hot, thick, sticky—covering her cheeks, her lips, her chin. Cum ran down her face in messy white streaks, dripping from her jaw onto her tits while she kept her tongue out, catching what she could. I kept moaning—loud, helpless, almost shouting—my voice carrying through the empty house as I stroked the last pulses onto her tongue and lips. She stayed right there on her knees, face completely glazed, tongue still out, eyes half-lidded and filthy. She didn’t move. She just looked up at me with a proud, satisfied little smile, letting the cum drip and run wherever it wanted, happy to stay on her knees like a good cumslut showing off what she’d earned. When it finally stopped she slowly licked her lips, then used two fingers to scoop some of the cum from her cheek and push it into her mouth, sucking them clean while she stared up at me. My legs were still shaking. My cock twitched in my hand, oversensitive and still leaking a final drop onto her tongue. She stayed on her knees, face painted white, looking up at me with that same filthy, happy expression. “Go wash up and pretend you just missed the bus again,” she said softly, voice thick and pleased. “I’ll be thinking about how hard you came all over my face all day.” I left her right there on the bath mat, still on her knees, cum dripping down her chin, two fingers already sliding back into her dripping pussy while she watched me get dressed. Later, when Mom asked why I was late again, I just shrugged and said the bus must have come early. Aunt smiled into her coffee across the table, a faint smear of my cum still visible at the corner of her mouth that Mom never noticed. We both knew I’d miss the bus again tomorrow."   mx66_back Comments: 45 Commented on Sep 6, 2026 "Dad was downstairs, volume cranked on some dumb sports highlight reel. The low murmur of the TV and the occasional cheer drifted up the stairs. That was all the permission she needed. The bedroom door clicked shut behind her. Soft. Careful. My stepmom stood there in nothing but a tiny pair of bright pink panties, the fabric already dark and damp between her thighs. Blonde hair loose, heavy tits bare and swaying, that smug little smirk she always wore when she was about to ruin me. “Quiet,” she whispered, already climbing onto the bed. “Daddy’s right downstairs. You make a sound and we’re both fucked.” She didn’t wait. She yanked the blanket down, freed my cock—already rock-hard and twitching the second she walked in—and straddled me in one smooth motion. The crotch of those pink panties was shoved aside. Hot, slick pussy lips dragged along the underside of my shaft, painting me with her wetness. “Look at you,” she breathed, grinding. “My little pervert stepson, already dripping for his mommy’s cunt.” She reached down, lined me up, and sank. Inch by filthy inch. That tight, greedy hole stretched around the head, then swallowed more, until she was fully seated, ass resting on my thighs, pink panties stretched obscenely to the side. Her pussy clenched hard, milking me like it was starving. I gritted my teeth. Already the pressure was starting—deep in my balls, that heavy, dangerous ache. I dug my fingers into the sheets and tried to breathe slow through my nose. Don’t cum. Not yet. Hold it. She started to ride. Slow at first. Rolling her hips, grinding her clit against my base every time she bottomed out. The wet sound of her cunt taking me was soft but filthy—squelching, sticky, unmistakable. Every downward slam pushed a thick glob of her cream out around my cock, smearing my balls and the sheets. The load in my balls was already swelling. I could feel it getting heavier, thicker, like someone was pouring molten lead into them. My cock throbbed violently inside her, the head flaring every time her pussy fluttered. I clenched my ass, locked my thighs, tried to will the orgasm back down. Sweat beaded on my forehead. My jaw was tight enough to crack. “You’re being such a good boy,” she cooed, voice low and filthy, bouncing a little harder now. “Letting mommy use this cock while your dad sits downstairs like an idiot. You love it when I sneak in here and fuck you, don’t you? Love feeling this tight stepmom pussy bounce on you.” She picked up the pace. Harder. Deeper. The bed started to creak softly under us. Her pussy made wet, nasty noises with every bounce—sloppy, greedy, the kind of sound that made my balls draw up tight against my body. I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste metal. The pressure was brutal now—my cock felt swollen, oversensitive, every ridge and vein being stroked by her silky walls. I was leaking constantly, thick pre-cum mixing with her juices, making everything even wetter and louder. Hold it. Hold it. Fuck, please hold it— She felt me twitching. Felt the desperate way my cock kept pulsing inside her. Her eyes locked on mine, wicked and hungry. “You’re close already,” she whispered, riding harder, grinding down so her clit rubbed every time. “I can feel it. That big, heavy load is right there, isn’t it? You’re trying so hard not to flood mommy’s cunt…” She reached back and cupped my balls. They were drawn up tight, rock-hard, and heavy—swollen with everything I’d been fighting to keep in. She squeezed gently, rolling them in her palm, and the sensation almost broke me. A thick spurt of pre-cum shot out of me straight into her, and I had to clamp my teeth together to keep from groaning. “Look at these full balls,” she murmured, still bouncing, still milking me. “So full for mommy. You’re shaking. You’re about to lose it. Don’t you dare cum yet… make it bigger for me. Make that load so fucking massive I can feel every drop.” I was losing the fight. My hips kept twitching upward against my will. My cock was throbbing in thick, rhythmic pulses inside her, the head so sensitive it almost hurt. The pressure behind my balls felt like a dam about to rupture—hot, dense, urgent. Every time her pussy clenched I saw white at the edges of my vision. I dug my heels into the mattress, clenched every muscle I had, begged my body to wait just a little longer. She leaned down, tits pressing against my chest, lips at my ear. “I want it all,” she whispered, voice pure filth. “Every drop. Breed your stepmom’s pussy. I want to feel that huge load pumping into me while daddy’s right downstairs. Stop holding back… give it to me.” That was it. The last thread snapped. “F-fuck… oh fuck, Mom—” My voice cracked into a low, broken moan as the first thick, heavy spurt tore out of me. “Nnngh… ahhh, shit… I’m cumming… I’m cumming so fucking hard—” I thrust up hard, burying every inch while long, desperate moans spilled out of me. Thick ropes of cum flooded her cunt in powerful pulses. She kept riding through it—short, filthy grinds, milking every jet—while I groaned and gasped under her, unable to stay quiet anymore. “Uhhhn… fuck, take it… take every drop… your pussy feels so fucking good… ahhh—” Load after load painted her walls, flooding deep, overflowing almost immediately. My moans got louder, messier, more broken as the orgasm kept wringing me dry, hips jerking up into her while she whispered filthy praise in my ear. She stayed seated, hips rolling slow, savoring the feeling of being stuffed full. When she finally lifted up just a little, a heavy, creamy glob of our mixed cum dripped from her stretched hole and landed on my shaft in a thick white streak. She reached down, scooped some of it with two fingers, and pushed it right back inside herself with a soft, satisfied moan. “Good boy,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss me, tongue sliding into my mouth while her creamy cunt still clenched around my softening cock. “Mommy’s going to walk around with your cum dripping out of her all evening. And if you’re quiet… I’ll come back for more later.” She climbed off carefully, pulled the pink panties back into place (already soaked and ruined), and slipped out of the room like nothing had happened. The wet spot on the sheets and the taste of her on my tongue were the only proof she’d been there. Downstairs the TV kept playing. Dad never knew a thing."   edgefellow Comments: 20,164 Commented on Sep 5, 2026 "pump a li'l in her"   mx66_back Comments: 45 Commented on Sep 5, 2026 "Jimmy’s hands were still shaking when the hotel room door clicked shut. First football final of his life and all he could think about was the single king-size bed sitting in the middle of the room like a loaded trap. His new stepmother—ex-pornstar, absolute knockout, and the most shameless pervert he’d ever met—had booked the room herself. One bed. No couch. No extra mattress. Just that big white bed and the wicked little smile she wore when she saw the panic on his face. She dropped her bag, peeled the white towel off her body right in front of him, and let it fall. Full, heavy tits spilled free, perfect round ass, soft little belly, and that neat landing strip she still kept trimmed like she was about to shoot a scene. “Relax, baby,” she purred, walking toward him naked, gold necklace bouncing between her tits. “You’re wound so tight you’re gonna snap on the field tomorrow. Let Mommy take care of it the way she used to on camera.” She didn’t wait for permission. She shoved him onto the edge of the bed, dropped to her knees, and took his already-hard cock straight into her mouth. Wet, loud, expert suction—tongue swirling under the head, cheeks hollowing, spit running down his shaft while she looked up at him with those big, filthy eyes. One hand stroked what she couldn’t fit; the other cupped his balls and squeezed gently. When she finally pulled off, a thick string of spit connected her glossy lips to the tip of his cock. “Titty-fuck time,” she whispered, climbing up and sandwiching his thick shaft between her heavy, soft tits. She squeezed them tight around him and bounced, letting the head pop out of her cleavage on every upward stroke so she could lick it. The wet sound of his cock sliding between those warm pillows filled the room. She only did it long enough to get him leaking and desperate. Then she pushed him onto his back, turned around, and lowered herself onto his face in a filthy sixty-nine while she sucked him again—ass and dripping cunt right in his mouth. After that she flipped onto all fours, looked back over her shoulder with that same pornstar smirk, and said, “Fuck me like you mean it, stepson. I want to feel it.” He mounted her hard. The first thrust buried him to the hilt in her soaked, gripping cunt. She moaned loud and dirty, pushing back to take every inch. He fucked her deep and rough, hands gripping those oiled, perfect ass cheeks, watching his cock disappear into her over and over. The wet slap of skin and the filthy sounds she made filled the hotel room. She came first, thighs shaking, cunt clamping down hard around him. He pulled out before he lost it, flipped her onto her back, and climbed up over her chest. “On my tits,” she ordered, voice wrecked and eager, already pushing her heavy breasts together with both hands. “Paint them. Cover your stepmom’s big pornstar tits with every drop. I want to feel it hot and thick all over me.” Jimmy straddled her waist, cock throbbing and shiny with her juices. He stroked himself fast, fist flying up and down his slick shaft while she held her tits up like an offering, red nails digging into the soft flesh, nipples hard. The pressure hit him like a wave. His balls drew up tight and heavy. His thighs started trembling. A broken, desperate moan tore out of his throat. “F-fuck—Mommy—” His whole body locked up. The first thick rope blasted out of him with such force that his hips jerked forward and his back arched hard. A raw, shaky moan ripped from his chest as the hot cum striped across her left breast in a heavy, wet line. His cock kept pulsing violently in his fist. The second shot hit even harder—his legs shook, toes curling, another long, broken moan spilling out of him as the thick load painted both of her nipples. He was trembling all over now, fist still pumping, eyes half-lidded and glassy. “Unngh—fuck—fuck—” More thick ropes kept erupting from him in powerful, gut-clenching spurts. Each one made his cock throb and jump in his hand. His abs clenched, his thighs quivered, and a continuous stream of shaky, filthy moans poured out of his mouth while he coated her soft, jiggling tits. Cum landed in long creamy streaks across her cleavage, the upper slopes, even her collarbone. He kept stroking through it, body shaking, voice cracking with every pulse. The last few weaker spurts still made him moan and twitch, hips jerking weakly as the final drops landed on the soft underside of her left breast and slowly dripped down. When it finally stopped he was panting, still trembling, cock twitching and dripping in his fist. His whole body felt weak and oversensitive. She looked down at the thick mess covering her tits, then up at him with pure filthy satisfaction, still holding her cum-glazed breasts together. “Fuck… look at that,” she whispered, smearing his hot load slowly over her nipples with both hands. “My stepson’s cock just exploded all over Mommy’s tits… you were shaking so hard for me, baby. Making those pretty little moans while you painted me…” She scooped a thick strand onto two fingers and sucked it clean, moaning around them. Then she pulled him down so his half-hard, still-sensitive cock rested against her sticky, cum-covered chest and kissed him deep and filthy. “One bed, baby,” she murmured against his lips. “We’ve got all night… and I’m nowhere near done with you.”"   mx66_back Comments: 45 Commented on Sep 5, 2026 "The rule was simple and absolute: no clothes inside Auntie’s house. He’d been staying with her for three days now and still couldn’t believe it was real. The second the front door locked behind him that first afternoon she had smiled that slow, wicked smile, pointed at his shirt, and said, “Off. Everything. House rules.” Now he stood barefoot on the cool tile in nothing but skin, cock already half-hard just from watching her. She walked ahead of him down the garden path that led from the pool back to the house, completely naked, long dark hair swaying against the small of her back. Her ass moved with every unhurried step—full, soft, perfect—hips rolling like she knew exactly what the view was doing to him. The afternoon sun made the light sheen of oil on her skin glow. She didn’t look back. She didn’t need to. She knew he was staring. She knew he was hard. She knew the “no clothes” rule was never about comfort. It was about this. The moment they stepped through the sliding glass door she turned, caught him by the wrist, and pulled him flush against her. Soft tits pressed to his chest, nipples already tight. One hand slid straight down, wrapped around his cock, and gave it a slow, filthy stroke. “Look at you,” she purred, voice low and thick with amusement. “Three days of walking around hard for your aunt and you still act surprised. You think I made that rule for fun? Baby, I made it so I could see this cock every time I want it.” She squeezed him tighter, thumb smearing the bead of precum over the head. “I’ve been waiting for you to stop pretending you’re innocent. Time to stop pretending.” She dropped to her knees right there on the living-room rug, still holding his gaze, and took him into her mouth in one smooth, wet slide. No teasing. Just hot, greedy suction, tongue working the underside while she moaned around him like she’d been starving for it. One hand cupped his balls; the other reached around to dig her nails into his ass and pull him deeper. He groaned, hips jerking. She only hummed and took him farther, letting him feel the back of her throat. When she finally pulled off, spit connected her swollen lips to his cock in a shiny string. “Bedroom. Now. I’m going to sit on this cock until you understand exactly what your slutty aunt wants from you.” He barely made it to the bed before she shoved him down on his back and climbed on. She didn’t ease onto him. She lined him up and sank down in one long, filthy drop, taking every thick inch until her ass rested against his thighs. A broken moan tore out of her. “Fuck—yes. That’s it. Feel how wet I am for you? I’ve been dripping since the moment you walked through my door.” She started riding him hard, the wet slap of her ass against his thighs filling the room. Every time she dropped down she took him to the root, her tight, hot cunt squeezing and dragging along every inch. He could feel how soaked she was—slick, sticky heat coating his cock, running down onto his balls. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around him in greedy little pulses, like her body was already trying to milk him. The pressure built fast. That heavy, aching tightness at the base of his cock, the way his balls drew up tight and full. Every wet glide of her pussy over him made it worse—better. He could feel the head of his cock kissing her cervix on the deepest strokes, that soft, spongy resistance that made his vision blur. “Fuck—Auntie—” his voice cracked. “I’m gonna… I’m so fucking close—” She only moaned louder and ground down harder, rolling her hips in tight circles so the head of his cock rubbed right against that deep spot inside her. Her juices were pouring out around him now, making everything filthy-wet and loud. “Do it,” she gasped, eyes locked on his. “Don’t you dare pull out. I want to feel my nephew’s cock throb and pump every drop straight into me. Fill your slutty aunt’s cunt up. I want it so deep I can feel it in my stomach.” The first pulse hit him like a punch. His cock swelled even thicker inside her, the head flaring hard against her walls. Then the first thick rope of cum surged out of him—hot, heavy, and forceful—blasting against her cervix. She felt it immediately and cried out, grinding down to take it deeper. He kept cumming in long, powerful spurts. Each one pulsed out of him with a deep, gut-clenching intensity, flooding her already-soaked pussy. He could feel the heat of his own cum coating the inside of her, mixing with her wetness until everything was slippery and filthy. His balls tightened and emptied in heavy waves, every throb of his cock forcing more thick cum deeper into her. She kept moving the whole time—short, greedy rocks of her hips—milking him through it. Her cunt clenched and fluttered around his spurting cock, squeezing out every last drop like she was trying to drain him dry. He could feel the excess already starting to leak out around the base of his shaft, warm and sticky, running down over his balls. When the last weak pulses finally faded he was still buried to the hilt, cock twitching inside the hot, cum-filled mess of her pussy. She stayed seated on him, breathing hard, and slowly clenched around him one more time just to feel the thick load shift inside her. “That’s it…” she whispered, voice wrecked and filthy. “Feel that? All that hot cum you just pumped into your aunt. It’s so deep… and it’s all mine now.” She lifted up just an inch. A thick, creamy trickle of his cum immediately spilled out around his cock and ran down the inside of her thigh. She pushed back down, trapping the rest inside, and smiled. Then she stood, turned, and started walking back toward the open glass doors—still completely naked, cum slowly running down her legs, that same unhurried sway in her hips. She glanced back over her shoulder, eyes dark and filthy. “Rule still stands, nephew. No clothes. And next time I bend over in the kitchen… I expect you to put it back in without asking.” She kept walking. He was already hard again."   mx66_back Comments: 45 Commented on Sep 5, 2026 "The second the house went quiet she stripped. No robe, no towel, nothing. Just bare skin, long dark hair down her back, and that deliberate little walk out toward the pool like she owned the place—and like she wanted him to watch. He stood frozen at the upstairs window, cock already throbbing against his zipper. His stepmom. Completely naked. Ass swaying with every slow step past the lounge chairs, the soft jiggle of her tits visible even from behind when she turned slightly. She knew exactly where he was. She’d timed it. She’d left her bedroom door open and the hallway light on so he’d see her leave. She reached the edge of the pool, stopped, and glanced back over her shoulder—straight up at his window. That look said everything. Come down here and fuck me. He was moving before he finished thinking. Bare feet on the stairs, heart hammering, already half-convinced the neighbor across the fence would catch them. The high wall only hid so much. One wrong angle and someone would see his naked stepmom bent over while her “innocent” stepson buried his cock in her. She didn’t wait for him to reach her. The moment his feet hit the warm stone she turned, grabbed the front of his shirt, and yanked him against her. Soft tits pressed to his chest, nipples hard. Her hand went straight to his cock, squeezing through the fabric. “You’ve been staring,” she whispered, voice low and filthy. “Every time I walk around in those little shorts. Every time I bend over in the kitchen. I know you want this, baby. I know you’ve been dying to fuck your stepmom.” He made a rough, desperate sound. She smiled against his mouth and shoved his shorts down. His cock sprang free, thick and leaking. She stroked him once, twice, then turned and bent over the nearest lounge chair, presenting that perfect ass and the wet pink slit between her thighs. “Hurry,” she breathed. “Before someone sees. Put it in me. All of it.” He didn’t need more encouragement. He grabbed her hips, lined up, and shoved in with one hard thrust. She was soaked—hot, tight, and greedy. The wet sound of him burying himself to the hilt made her moan loud enough that he clapped a hand over her mouth. “Quiet,” he hissed, even as his hips started moving. “Neighbor’s right there.” She licked his palm and pushed back harder, taking every stroke. He fucked her deep and filthy right there in the open, the slap of skin echoing off the water. One hand stayed over her mouth; the other reached around to rub her clit in rough circles. She came first, thighs shaking, cunt clamping down on him so hard he almost lost it. He pulled out just long enough to flip her onto her back on the lounge chair. Legs spread wide, tits bouncing, hair messy. He shoved back in and pounded her harder, watching his cock disappear into his stepmom’s stretched pussy over and over. “Look at you,” he growled, voice rough. “Walking around naked so I’d follow. You wanted this. You wanted your innocent stepson to fuck you outside where anyone could see.” “Yes,” she gasped, eyes glassy. “Wanted your cock for months. Wanted you to use me. Fill me up—please—don’t pull out. I want to feel it dripping down my legs when I walk back inside.” He lasted maybe another minute. Then he buried himself deep and came hard, pulsing thick ropes straight into her. She kept rolling her hips, milking every drop, moaning softly the whole time. When he finally pulled out, a slow trickle of cum followed, sliding down over her asshole. She reached down, scooped some onto two fingers, and sucked them clean while holding his gaze. Then she stood, legs a little unsteady, and started walking back toward the house the same way she’d come—naked, cum leaking down her thighs, that same unhurried sway in her hips. She glanced back once more. “Hope the neighbor didn’t see,” she said, voice soft and filthy. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” He followed her inside with his cock still wet and already half-hard again."   mx66_back Comments: 45 Commented on Sep 5, 2026 "The front door clicked shut behind him. Two full weeks of waiting, of stolen glances across the dinner table, of her catching him staring at her tits when he thought she wasn’t looking. Two weeks of him being a restless, hard-up mess every time his father was home. Now the house was quiet. She didn’t even bother changing out of the tight little top that showed the soft push of her cleavage. She just waited in the hallway like she’d planned it, arms already opening when she heard his footsteps. He came at her fast—tall, tense, already breathing hard. She pulled him into a tight hug, pressing her full tits against his chest, her hands sliding up his back under his shirt. Her mouth was right by his ear. “I know, baby,” she whispered, voice low and filthy. “You’ve been so fucking impatient. Waiting for him to leave. Two whole weeks of walking around with that fat cock hard for your stepmom.” He made a rough sound against her neck, hands already grabbing her ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks. She ground against him just enough to feel the thick ridge of his cock straining through his jeans. “Look at you,” she murmured, still holding him close so he could feel every soft, warm curve of her. “Ready to ruin me the second the door closed. You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? About bending me over and finally fucking the woman who raised you.” She pulled back just enough to look at him—eyes dark, lips parted, that same knowing little smirk she’d worn while hugging him in front of his father. Then she dropped to her knees right there in the hallway. Zipper down. Cock out. Heavy, flushed, leaking at the tip. She didn’t tease. She opened her mouth and took him deep, wet and greedy, letting him feel how much she’d been wanting this too. One hand stroked what she couldn’t fit; the other reached up to cup his balls while she moaned around him like a filthy slut who finally got what she needed. He grabbed her hair. She let him. Let him fuck her throat until spit ran down her chin and onto her tits. When he pulled her off, strings of saliva connected her swollen lips to his cock. “Upstairs,” she ordered, voice wrecked. “I want you to bend me over the bed and fuck me like you’ve been dying to. No holding back. I’ve been wet for two weeks thinking about my stepson’s cock stretching me open.” He didn’t need telling twice. Clothes came off in a messy trail. She climbed onto the bed on all fours, ass up, looking back over her shoulder with that same wicked little smile. He shoved into her in one long, hard thrust—no warm-up, just the thick stretch of him forcing her open. She cried out, loud and shameless, pushing back to take every inch. “Fuck—yes. Just like that. Use me. I’ve been aching for this.” He fucked her hard, hips slamming against her ass, the wet slap of skin filling the room. One hand reached under to rub her clit while the other fisted her hair, yanking her head back so he could see the filthy expression on her face. She came first, clenching hard around him, moaning his name like a prayer and a curse. He didn’t stop. He flipped her onto her back, shoved her legs wide, and drove back into her dripping cunt, watching her tits bounce with every thrust. She locked her ankles behind his back and pulled him deeper. “Fill me,” she gasped. “I want to feel my stepson’s cum dripping out of me all weekend while your father’s gone. Give it to me. Every fucking drop.” He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing deep inside her, flooding her until it leaked out around his cock. She kept rolling her hips, milking him, whispering filthy praise the whole time. When he finally pulled out, she reached down, scooped some of the mess onto her fingers, and licked them clean while holding his gaze. “Two weeks was a long time to wait,” she said, voice soft and filthy. “But we’ve got the whole weekend now. And I’m nowhere near done with you.”"   mx66_back Comments: 45 Commented on Sep 4, 2026 "Three weeks of edging. Three weeks of stroking until his cock was purple and leaking, then stopping right at the edge. Every night. Every morning. His balls felt heavy, swollen, ready to explode. And now Dad was gone for the whole afternoon—golf with the usual group of old bastards—leaving him alone in the house with her. She walked into the living room like she owned it, still in that tight little blue lace bra that barely contained the massive soft weight of her tits. The straps dug into her shoulders. The cups were already half off, her thick dark nipples stiff and pointed. She didn’t even pretend to be surprised when she found him on the couch, cock out, fist wrapped tight around the shaft, veins standing out, the head shiny with pre-cum. “You’ve been a good boy,” she said, voice low and filthy. “Holding it in for me. I can see it. Your balls look ready to burst.” She dropped to her knees between his spread legs without another word. Her soft hands pushed his fist away and took over, both of them, warm and sure. She stroked him slow, thumb smearing the constant drip of clear fluid over the swollen head, then down the thick shaft. Her tits hung heavy right in front of his cock, the soft undercurve brushing the tip every time she moved. “Fuck, look at these,” he groaned. “I’ve been dreaming about dumping every drop right between them.” She smiled, wicked and knowing, and freed her tits completely. The bra fell away. Those huge, soft, heavy breasts spilled free, nipples dark and hard. She cupped them from underneath, lifted them, and wrapped the warm flesh around his cock. Instant heat. Soft pressure. She squeezed them together until his shaft disappeared between the deep, pillowy cleavage. “Go on then,” she whispered. “Use them. Fuck Mommy’s big tits.” He grabbed the sides of her breasts, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, and started thrusting. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room—skin sliding against skin, the wet slap of his cockhead popping up through the top of her cleavage on every upstroke. Pre-cum painted the valley between her tits in shiny strands. She leaned forward, tongue out, and licked the head every time it appeared, tasting the salty mess he’d been holding back for weeks. “That’s it,” she moaned, looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Ram that fat cock between them. Use Mommy’s tits like a fucktoy. You’ve earned it.” He fucked harder. The soft weight of her breasts bounced and jiggled with every thrust. Her nipples dragged against his thighs. She kept squeezing tighter, creating a perfect hot, slippery tunnel. His balls slapped against the underside of her soft underboob with wet, heavy sounds. “I’m gonna fucking cum,” he growled. “Three weeks… all of it… right between these perfect fucking tits—” “Do it,” she ordered, voice thick with lust. “Blast it. Coat them. I want to feel every hot rope.” His hips stuttered. The first thick jet of cum erupted from the tip of his cock and painted a long white stripe across the top of her cleavage and up onto her collarbone. She kept the pressure on, milking him with her tits as rope after rope of thick, pent-up cum exploded between them. It flooded the valley, overflowed, ran in thick white rivers down the soft curves of her breasts, dripping off her nipples in heavy drops. He kept thrusting through it, smearing the mess deeper into her soft flesh, until his cock finally stopped pulsing and just twitched weakly, still half-hard and shiny with the last of his load. She didn’t pull away. She stayed there on her knees, tits still wrapped around him, looking down at the thick white mess covering her chest with pure satisfaction. “Good boy,” she murmured, slowly lifting her breasts and letting his cock slip free. Cum stretched in sticky strings between her soft flesh and his shaft. She scooped some of it up with two fingers and pushed them into her mouth, sucking clean with a wet sound. “Now you’re going to stay hard for me. Because once I clean these up… I’m putting that cock somewhere even hotter.” She stood, tits still glistening and heavy with his cum, and crooked a finger. “Come on. Dad won’t be back for hours.”"   mx66_back Comments: 45 Commented on Sep 4, 2026 "I knew the second my new stepmom Anna moved in that she was trouble. Thirty-two, stacked, that permanent half-lidded look like she was always thinking about getting fucked. And yeah—she had an OnlyFans. I found it one night when I was jacking off. Same face, same tits, same soft little “mmph” sounds she makes when she’s trying not to be too loud. She was already making decent money sucking cock and getting creampied for strangers on camera. But she never pointed that camera at me. She just started sneaking into the bathroom. Tonight it happened again. I was standing over the toilet, half-hard from thinking about her, when the door clicked shut behind me. No knock. Just Anna dropping to her knees on the bath mat like she’d been waiting for the exact moment my dick was out. “Quiet,” she whispered, already reaching for me. Her nails were done, her lipstick still perfect, that expensive perfume mixing with the steam. She looked up at me with those big eyes and just opened her mouth. I didn’t even get a chance to speak. She leaned in, tongue out, and dragged the flat of it up the underside of my cock from balls to tip, slow and wet. Then she sealed her soft lips around the head and sucked—hard—while her hand wrapped the base and started stroking what she couldn’t fit yet. “Fuck… Anna—” She hummed around me, the vibration going straight to my balls, and took another couple inches. Her cheeks hollowed. Spit started running down my shaft already. She was messy about it on purpose, the way she is in her videos, but this was just for me. No camera. No lighting setup. Just my stepmom on her knees in the bathroom, eyes watering a little as she forced herself deeper. She bobbed, wet and filthy, one hand pumping the spit-slick length she couldn’t swallow yet, the other reaching under to cup and roll my balls. Every time she pulled back to the tip she swirled her tongue around the head, tasting the pre that kept leaking for her, then sank down again with a wet gluck. I grabbed a fistful of her hair. She moaned around my cock like she liked it. “You’re supposed to be making money sucking dick for other guys,” I growled, thrusting shallowly into her throat. “But you keep sneaking in here to choke on mine.” She pulled off with a thick string of spit connecting her bottom lip to my cock. Breathing hard. Looking up at me with mascara starting to smear. “Their money doesn’t taste like this,” she said, voice already wrecked. Then she opened wide and took me all the way to the root in one smooth, practiced slide. Her nose pressed against my stomach. Throat fluttering and squeezing. Eyes rolled up. I held her there, hips twitching, feeling her gag and still try to swallow around me. When I finally let her up she gasped, spit and pre running down her chin onto her tits, then she dove right back on it—faster, filthier, both hands working me while her mouth made those wet, desperate sounds that echo off the bathroom tiles. She was jerking and sucking like she was trying to milk me dry before anyone noticed she was gone. Tongue working the underside, lips stretched tight, throat taking every thrust I gave her. My balls tightened. She felt it. She always feels it. “Gonna come,” I warned, voice rough. Anna just moaned louder around my cock and sucked harder, staring up at me, begging with her eyes for it. I grabbed her head with both hands and fucked her mouth the last few strokes—short, deep, wet—until I unloaded straight down her throat. Thick ropes. She swallowed every pulse, throat working, some of it still spilling out the corners of her lips and down her chin because there was too much. She kept sucking gently through the aftershocks, cleaning me, tongue swirling, until I was oversensitive and had to pull her off. She stayed on her knees, looking wrecked and proud, wiping the mess from her chin with two fingers and sucking them clean while she smiled up at me. “Same time tomorrow?” she whispered, voice still husky from having my cock in her throat. I was already getting hard again looking at her like that. Yeah. Same time tomorrow. No camera. Just my stepmom Anna on her knees in the bathroom, making me come harder than any of her paying fans ever will."   mx66_back Comments: 45 Commented on Sep 4, 2026 "My new stepmom was a fucking problem. Dad married her six months ago. She’s thirty-eight, thick in all the right places, with a fat ass that looked illegal in everything she wore. The kind of body that made men stare and then look away like they’d been caught. And she knew it. She moved like she was always halfway to getting fucked—slow hips, heavy tits straining against whatever tight top she had on, that soft, round belly that made her look even more breedable. Dad couldn’t keep up. I heard them most nights. Her moaning, begging, getting louder and more frustrated while he lasted maybe five minutes before he was done. Then the house would go quiet except for the soft, wet sound of her fingers under the sheets. I walked in on her one afternoon. She was bent over the couch in the living room, wearing nothing but a sheer black bodysuit that clung to every curve. The material was so thin I could see the full shape of her heavy tits and the deep cleft of her ass. The bodysuit had a fucking fishnet cutout right over her cheeks, framing that fat, round ass like it was on display. She was grinding slowly against the arm of the couch, one hand between her thighs, fingers working in slow circles over her clit. Her other hand was braced on the cushion, back arched, that thick ass pushed out and bouncing just a little with every roll of her hips. She didn’t stop when she saw me. Just looked over her shoulder, eyes heavy, lips parted, and kept going. “Your dad’s at work,” she said, voice already low and fucked-out. “And I’m so fucking horny I can’t think straight.” I locked the door. She watched me walk closer, still rubbing herself through the sheer fabric. When I got behind her I put both hands on those big, soft cheeks and squeezed. The fishnet dug into the soft flesh. She pushed back into my hands immediately, moaning like she’d been waiting for it. “Jesus, look at this ass,” I muttered, spreading her open. The bodysuit was already soaked between her legs. I could smell how wet she was. “Dad can’t handle this, can he?” “No,” she breathed. “He tries, but… fuck, I need more. I need it hard. I need to get filled and used until I can’t walk.” I yanked the crotch of the bodysuit to the side. Her pussy was fat and puffy, lips shiny and swollen, a thick string of cream already connecting them. I ran two fingers through her slit and she shuddered hard. “You’re dripping, stepmom.” “Been like this all day,” she admitted, grinding against my fingers. “I need a cock. A real one. Please.” I freed my dick—already rock hard—and slapped it against her wet cunt a few times, coating the head in her juices. Then I pushed in slow, watching every inch disappear into her. She was tight, hot, and so fucking wet it made a filthy sound. When I bottomed out she let out this broken little sob of relief. “Oh my god—yes—fuck, you’re so much bigger than him—” I started fucking her. Not gentle. Deep, hard strokes that made her thick ass bounce and clap against my hips. The fishnet stretched and dug into her soft cheeks every time I slammed home. Her big tits swung under her, heavy and soft. I reached around and grabbed them, squeezing hard while I pounded her. She came the first time with my name in her mouth, pussy clamping down and gushing around my cock. I didn’t stop. I kept railing her through it, then harder, using her like the desperate nympho she was. “You’re gonna be my personal fucktoy from now on,” I told her, voice rough. “Whenever Dad’s not home, you’re bending over for me. Understand?” “Yes—fuck—yes, use me, fill me up, please—” I pulled out, flipped her around, and shoved her down on the couch so she was on her back with her legs spread wide. The bodysuit was still on, just pulled aside. I pushed back into her dripping cunt and fucked her deep while I watched her face. She looked ruined already—eyes glassy, mouth open, tits bouncing with every thrust. I leaned down and spit in her mouth. She swallowed it like a good slut and begged for more. I gave it to her—hard, deep, relentless—until she came again, harder this time, squirting around my cock and soaking the couch. When I finally unloaded it was deep inside her. Thick ropes pumping into her cunt while she moaned and clenched around me, trying to milk every drop. I stayed buried in her for a long time after, grinding slow, feeling my cum start to leak out around my cock. She looked up at me with a dazed, satisfied smile, still breathing hard. “Your dad can keep the marriage,” she whispered, reaching down to play with the mess between her legs. “But this pussy? It’s yours now.” I pulled out, watched a thick load of cum drip out of her stretched hole, and already started getting hard again. Yeah. She was going to be a problem. And I was going to fucking solve it every chance I got."   See All Comments | Add Comment

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