The Getaway III
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I'm making my step-son breakfast when I receive a call from the Principal at his school. I can't believe the naughty thing he did, and he is suspended for a week! I apologize for my step-son's behavior, and he will apologize to his teacher, Mrs. Smith, when he is allowed back to class. I go up and wake my sleepyhead step-son, I want him to tell me what happened, he's ashamed and he knows that I already know anyway. My heart pains me to see my boy in even if he really does deserve it, to make it all better I suggest we go on a camping trip. A little Getaway, just me and him, I smile at his approving face.
I peel back his covers, it's time to get dressed. I see him without his pajama pants on, without his underwear on, with a raging hard erection. "Ooh!" I avert my eyes and tell my young man to meet me downstairs when he is packed. I close the door and breathe a sigh of relief.. but I feel very turned on, and that's so shameful, should I go back in? Thoughts race through my mind, all the naughty possibilities, but God, it's not right. I go and pack a few things, take off my wedding ring and meet him.
In the car I ask him what made him so interested in his teacher, an older woman? What made him do that bold thing, and what did he expect her reaction to be? He looks ashamed, and I tell him I am merely curious, not mad, but no matter-- we don't have to tall about it.
We walk to a special camp site that I found while jogging. It's secluded, right by the lake, and perfect. We set up the tent together, feeling his strong arms help me with the complications of setting up a tent feels so good, so right. I confess to him a naughty thing that I did with my teacher when I was his age, however the outcome was better for me. I smile mischievously, "we're so similar, aren't we darling?" The tent is set up and that was exhausting! How about a nap?
The boy lays down with me but that pesky erection keeps poking at me. If he looks away I can just rid him of it, but he keeps peeking. His throbbing, thick cock, makes me do dirty things. I don't want to be his first, "Step-Mommy won't go all the way, don't worry," but I want to feel good too. I ache. My entire body craves the masculine smell, taste, and his touch makes me do things that I can't control. I find myself making love to my step-son. Riding him with his hands wrapped around my bottom helping my body move up and down on his thick shaft. Wetness trickles down his shaft, a combination of us both, and I want more.. I want him to explode inside of me so I can feel his warm nectar hit my g-spot. We cum together and I play with our cum. We'll both never forget this, and things are going to be different at home from now on.
