Stepmom Adventures Part 16

It's Mother's Day, and I have big plans to show my stepmom Wilma how special she is to me. Later this morning, I'm taking her on a carriage ride through Rosewood Park, after which we'll sit on the lawn and have a romantic picnic lunch.

We'll spend the bulk of the afternoon downtown shopping at her favorite boutiques, where it will be my job to carry her bags and tell her how good she looks in all of the clothes she tries on. Hopefully, there will be lingerie!

We'll conclude the day with dinner and dessert at the exclusive Top of the Hill Bistro. The restaurant is famous for its breathtaking skyline view, and I've reserved the best seat in the house for us to watch tonight's sunset.

Of course, one can't begin the perfect Mother's Day without breakfast in bed. I got up early to make all her favorites: chocolate chip and banana pancakes, thick-cut maple hickory-smoked bacon, fresh-squeezed orange juice, and home-brewed Costa Rican Tarazu coffee.

And if she's still hungry after that — sausage!

"Oh, my God, Sweetie," Wilma says as I put the tray on her lap. "This looks amazing."

"I hope you like it," I say. "I've been secretly working on this pancake recipe for weeks."

"You little devil. How did I not know what you were up to?"

"I'm a ninja."

"A sexy ninja," she says, patting my flannel-clad ass.

I fluff up the extra pillow on the bed and slip it between the headboard and her back. "Just sit back and enjoy."

"But there's only one plate here. What are you going to eat?"

"I was thinking I might nibble on that juicy mango you've got between your legs."

With an excited grin, she moves the tray to her side. "By all means, help yourself."

Starting from the end of her bed, I crawl under her silk sheet like a mole tunneling through the Earth until I reach her molten-hot core.

Is anyone surprised that my hot young stepmom sleeps naked? She's the 21-year-old version of Marylin Monroe but with better tits, and because her natural musk is so intoxicating, she doesn't Chanel №5.

After three teasing licks, the floodgates open.

"That feels so fucking good," she says with a mouthful of pancake."

And so, the two of us feast; her above the covers, and me below. Her clit is plump and salty like the bacon, and her juices are sweet like maple syrup. When her pussy lips part for my eager tongue, I add a finger to the mix. Then another.

My cock grows hard in my pajama bottoms and it would very much like to participate in the festivities, but it'll have to be patient. Now is the time for me to give, and Wilma to receive. And I can tell by her quivering pussy that she likes my gift.

Dollops of syrup pelt my head and soak through the sheets, and I can't help but chuckle. Her mouth always gets slack when she's about to cum, and this is the first time it's ever been stuffed with something other than my cock when the fireworks happen.

Things are bound to get messy.

As tension builds in her thighs, I curl my fingers against her vaginal wall and spell "Happy Mother's Day" on her clit with my tongue.

"Holy fuck!" she screams as her tremors lead to a full-on tsunami.

I keep her fruit in my mouth until the bed stops shaking, then come out from underneath the sheet.

"That was amazing, Sweetie," she gasps. "It may be the first time in my life that I had both a mouth orgasm and a pussy orgasm at the same time."

"I'm glad you liked everything."

"Would you like a bite?"

"Sure."

She takes a forkful of pancake into her own mouth, chews it, and then kisses me, thus passing the bolus into my mouth. This is the first time we've ever played "Mamma Bird/Baby Bird" and I have to say it's pretty fucking hot.

"Another bite, please?"

"Of course, Sweetie."

We continue this game until we've finished the rest of the pancakes and bacon. It doesn't work so well with the juice and coffee, but we were going to have to wash these sheets anyway. You know, before Dad gets back from his business trip.

"So, go get dressed," I say, wiping syrup from the corner of my mouth. "I've got a whole day planned."

She caresses my bulge. "Hold on, now, I'm still hungry. Any chance I can get some of that sausage you're packing in your PJs?"

"I think I can make that happen; in fact, I can probably throw in a side of gravy with it."

Only the best for my beautiful stepmom.

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