Dear stepmother

The story does not contain sexual material involving people under 18.

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I've never met my biological mother. She died during the difficult delivery. I was told that my Dad, Enzo, mourned her death for about a year before marrying Bianca, who was 15 years his junior. Dad was busy at work much of the time, so Bianca was the one who cared for me most of the time until I started going to school.

My happiest times were on weekends. On many occasions, my extended family gathered in our fenced yard for barbeque, games, and to get presents. I found out I had many uncles: Francesco, Sandro, Giovanni, Giuseppe, and others, but Toni was by far my favorite. He was a short guy, 5'7", about 160 pounds. He always let me beat him in Backgammon, Remi cubes, and checkers, as well as riding him playing horsy. Dad watched us playing and seemed happy. Toni was the one who bought my first bicycle and taught me how to ride it. I loved him.

When I started elementary school, I saw our uncles less often, but still managed to receive presents every holiday.

When I was in 5th grade, I was smaller than average. In order to have friends, now and then, I invited guys to our large home, and let them play with my toys. On my birthday, I got from Toni a new colorful soccer ball. I was the happiest child in the world. I brought the ball to school, and during the breaks we played in the school yard. In the last break, 2 big students, Leroy and Mark, who were known throughout school as bullies and were 2 classes above us, grabbed the ball and said, "Children, you played enough. From now on, the ball is ours." I attempted to steal the ball from their hands, but they slapped me, laughing loudly. I was furious but not a snitch and refused to complain to the teacher.

Once I was at home, I went to my room and started crying. Bianca heard it and tried to find out what happened, but I refused to talk. Later that evening, Dad and Toni came to our house. Bianca must have told Dad that something upset me.

Both he and Toni came to my room and asked me what the issue was. I stayed mum. Toni said, "OK, don't tell us. Let's go outside and play soccer." I blurted, "We can't. Leroy and Mark took it." Dad looked at me, "What are you saying, and who are these people?"

"These are 2 bullies from higher classes and they confiscated the ball, saying that from now on it was theirs."

Dad glanced at Toni, "Buddy, do you think you can help?" Uncle Toni had a strange smile that I've never seen before and blurted, "Enzo, I love your son like he was mine. Of course."

I held Toni's hand, "Please, don't. These guys are bullies, but only children. However, their fathers are rich and powerful, and you'll get hurt."

My Dad grinned, "I think that Uncle Toni can manage. Toni, what do you think?"

Toni kissed my cheek and said, "Joey, I think I can persuade them to return the ball and be nicer to you and the other kids."

The next day, as we got out for our first break, Leroy came toward me with the ball in his hands. He gave it and mumbled, "Joey, I am very sorry about yesterday. It will never happen again, and if anyone ever bothers you in school, just let me know and I'll kick his butt." It didn't sound like Leroy, and I looked at him suspiciously. I noticed some bruises on his face and right arm.

"Where is Mark? I asked.

"He called me this morning to say that his parents moved him to another school."

This was the first time I realized that my family had more power than I thought.

The same evening, Dad entered my room and said, "Son, one day you'll grow to be a handsome young man. In the meantime, you need to learn to defend yourself. I think to assign you to 2 of my good friends, who will teach you several methods of self-defense.

For the next 6 months, Aldo and Rocco worked with me twice a week on how to kickbox, as well as karate, and krav maga. I wasn't very strong yet, but the principles helped my self esteem and definitely improved my ability to fend off other students.

...

When I was in high school, I first realized that my Dad was the godfather of the most notorious group in the city. The name Enzo Balistreri made the most influential people cringe. I often saw the mayor, aldermen, board members, and rich industrialists come to ask for advice or his support. I've never seen him commit or order somebody to hurt anyone, but the reputation of the family was widely spread. Uncle Tony was the enforcer, or as he liked to call it, the persuader. But to me, he remained the best uncle ever.

I tried my best to be a good student, but I could never get higher than a B. I saw myself as a failure, and Bianca was always there to offer her support. In junior high, it was time to make up my mind what I wanted to be when I grew up. I sat with Dad and Toni and discussed the possibilities. I asked Dad if he expected me to join the organization and follow in his footsteps. He blurted, "Son, I hope you don't. It may look to you like a glorious life with a lot of money and respect, but it's all a façade. The police are after me, and one day I'll lose everything. Better be legit and have a real profession. How about becoming a lawyer?"

I laughed, "With my grades, no decent school will accept me."

"The question is whether you wish to become a lawyer or not."

"It's a good profession, and I like Andrea, your attorney."

"Good. From now on, try to get reasonable scores on your exams, and Toni and I will see what we can do to help."

By the following year, my AVERAGE was B, which was slightly better than previously, when my HIGHEST score was a B, but I doubted it would be enough. Andrea helped me apply to several law schools. In my senior year, I was notified that I got accepted to Penn Carey Law School. I was amazed. Only later, I discovered Dad used his connections and contributed a large sum of money to secure my admission.

...

My first year in the university was totally different than senior high in many regards. By then my body had matured. I was 5'9", 170 pounds, with developed muscles due to twice a week exercising in the local health club, and now and then, I continued to train with Aldo on my fighting skills.

One evening, I returned home and saw Bianca crying. "What is going on?" I inquired.

With tears in her eyes, she muttered, "Andrea just left. He told me the fed is suing Dad for tax evasion and what they call the RICO guidelines. They push for 20 years in jail."

"What does Dad say?"

"He hopes for the best. He knew about it for quite some time, but didn't tell us because he didn't want us to worry. But now it became clear the fed had a witness, secret recordings, and even video clips of wrongdoings. They confiscated all of Dad's books and have enough evidence to keep him in prison for a long time. Dad will be here later and talk to you."

My father arrived an hour later. He looked older and tired. He had a small smile and said, "Remember I told you one day everything may crumble like a house of cards? Well, that day had come for me. My only consolation is that YOU were not part of the organization. I agreed to plead guilty provided Tony and the others stay out of jail, but I am definitely going for a long time. Please, keep in touch with Toni and the other guys, and don't blame them for what happened to me. More importantly, take care of Bianca. She is still young and beautiful, and being recognized as a gangster's wife may complicate her life. Please, be there for her."

Six months later, exactly one month before our summer vacation, Dad began his 12 years in prison in Colorado.

...

Every time I could, I returned home to tend to Bianca. Initially, she seemed confused, cried a lot, and did not know what to do with herself. I registered her at the same health club I used to go to before attending the university, and took her to restaurants and shows. She joined me without argument, but she looked like a balloon that had all the air let out, drained.

It took Bianca about 2 months to start showing emotions. I was already on vacation and lived in our big house. She continued crying, though she attempted to do it in her room so I wouldn't hear her.

One afternoon, after visiting a friend I hadn't seen in years, I returned home and saw Bianca wearing large dark sunglasses. I asked, "Why the glasses?"

"Never mind," she mumbled.

I didn't like her answer and pulled the glasses off. I saw that her right eye was black.

"Bianca, I love you. Please tell me what happened."

"It's not a nice story. I'd better tell it to Toni."

"Mom, start talking."

"I dressed casually and went to the mall. I needed comfortable shoes and decided to try the new store with the big blue sign. I measured 2 pairs, but they didn't fit me well. The big guy smiled at me and said, 'My best shoes are in the back. There are no clients, so let me show you the selection there. You won't be disappointed.' As I got in the back, he hugged me and tried to unzip my dress. I attempted to strike him, but he slapped me hard and tried to kiss me. I shouted and cried, but could not free myself. Fortunately, a couple entered the store and came to the back to see what the noise was about, and he freed me."

Initially, I was so angry, that I thought I would kill this SOB. However, a couple of seconds later, I had a better idea. I told Bianca not to talk about it with Toni and let ME handle it. She begged me, "Joey, you are now the only family I have. He is a big and strong guy. What am I going to do if he sends you to the hospital?"

I chuckled, "A smart man once said, 'The bigger they are, the harder they fall." Soon after, I left the house with Bianca crying.

I went to the mall, found the store she mentioned, and waited outside until the 2 clients left. I entered, locked the door behind me, turned the sign to 'CLOSED', and sat on one of the chairs.

He blurted, "What is it?"

"I just came home and saw my mother crying and having a black eye. She said something to the effect that you tried to rape her. Is it true?"

He measured me with his eyes and giggled, "Look moron, it doesn't matter what really occurred, if you wish to live to see another day, you better open this door and run as fast as you can before I change my mind."

I stood up. I was 5'9" and he was about 6'5", a burly guy of about 30 years old. So, in his mind, there was no contest who was stronger. Boy was he wrong...

I came closer, "Sir, I do not like your tone of voice. Better explain your action before I get angry."

"What an idiot," he said and tried to slap my face.

I easily avoided his palm and kicked him hard in his nuts. He fell like a huge log on the hard floor, and began whimpering. I stood near him and repeated, "Sir, your ears may be clogged, and you didn't hear my question. Let me repeat: What made you attempt such a disgusting attempt on my vulnerable mother?"

I saw it in his eyes: He wasn't ready to give up yet. He rose and tried to hit me with his fist. I had had enough with his BS and sucker punched him, broke his nose, sending him back to the floor. He began crying.

I sat down in front of him and said, "Sir, it seems the problem is not your ears, but what you have in between, so let me make a suggestion. Tomorrow, my mother and I will be back here. Once you see us, you ignore anybody else in the store and apologize to her for what you did. Then, you'll show how sorry you are by offering her to come to your store anytime she chooses, and select a pair of shoes that you'll give to her as a gift. Understood?"

"... but she may want to visit often, and this will cost me a lot of money..."

"Sir, you were lucky I was not around when your attack happened. By now, you would have been dead. In any case, rape usually results in years in jail, so you better agree to my non-negotiable terms."

"... I don't know..."

"Tell you what, I'll be here with my mother around 10 am. If I do not hear what I just suggested, I'll ask my uncle, Toni Gaetano, to persuade you. Capisce?"

"Is Toni Gaetano really your uncle?"

"Call him and ask if Joey Balistreri is not his favorite kid?"

"You are Enzo Balistreri's son?"

"Yes."

"Joey, I am really sorry. Genuinely. Come tomorrow with your mother, and I promise to make it up to you."

...

I returned home and met Bianca. She hugged me enthusiastically, "I thought this awful man would kill you... I was scared to death."

I kissed her forehead, "It turned out it was a mistake on his part, and he begged me to let him fix it. You and I will go there tomorrow morning at 10 am to hear what he suggests."

"Honey, please, don't make me see him again, I may have a heart attack."

"Bianca, you thought I was at risk, and I returned unscathed. We have to go to get a closure, otherwise you'll always be afraid to go to the mall. I'll be with you to keep you safe."

She hugged me tighter, "You are my knight and shining armor. I hope you are right. But just in case, I'll bring the pepper spray in my purse."

Bianca's tight hug pressed her ample tits onto my lower chest, causing my penis to stir. I gazed lovingly at her face and figure; she was very beautiful... Luckily, Bianca didn't seem to feel my erection.

In the morning, at 10 am, there was a single old lady in the store. The owner, now with a big bandage on his nose, told the woman, "Ma'am, sorry, but I have to close now. If you wish to come back in an hour, I'll open again."

Then he locked the door, pulled a small table from behind a curtain and placed it in the center. It had various snacks, muffins, pralines, and soda. Then he went back and returned with a large bouquet of white, pink, and purple roses. He knelt on one knee before Bianca and mumbled, "Lady, I am so sorry about what I did. It could have been because I drank too much alcohol an hour earlier. It's not an acceptable excuse, but I wish to make it up to you: Starting today, and until one of us is gone, you can visit my store anytime you want and select shoes. Up to 6 pairs a year, you'll pay nothing at all."

Bianca grinned, "Geez, you ARE a good man. Are you sure? I mean, is it a REAL offer?"

"Yes, ma'am, I swear."

"Thank you, sir. The episode from yesterday will never be forgotten, but you are forgiven."

After we left, I told Bianca, "If, god forbid, you still have ANY issue with this guy when I am not around, please, talk about it with Toni."

She gazed into my eyes, "Joey, Toni is our fixer, but I thought you were the timid one. I don't wish to know how you convinced the guy, but I suspect it was more than just 'lawyer's talk'. Thank you for your help."

I faked being disappointed, "I hoped my help was worth more than just a thank you."

She giggled, "What did you have in mind?"

"I want you to come with me to the movies. You can choose the one you like, but I want to be seen with the prettiest woman in the world."

She folded her arm in mine and muttered, "You drive a hard bargain, but I love you too much, and I'll give in to your tough demand."

"Good. Tomorrow night, then. Google all the movies in the area and tell me the name and time you prefer."

...

The following morning, Bianca prepared breakfast for us and looked at me differently.

I stared at her, "What is it?"

She mumbled, "Lately I've noticed that you are no longer A CHILD. You became a mature, confident man. And with your father in prison for the foreseeable future, you are the man of the house, including everything that this title offers."

I joked, "Really? Everything?..."

She asked softly, "What specifically are you implying?"

I smiled, "Isn't it the case that the man of the house gets the lady of the house?"

Bianca glanced at me, and I saw tears in her eyes. I hugged her, "Sorry, Mom, I was just joking with you..."

She whispered, "Honey, it's not you. I love you too much."

I was confused as to what she meant. I knew she loved me. What was new?...

Bianca's chosen movie was A Woman Is A Woman, in the Landmark Theater. In the evening, before driving, Mom promised to dress up nicely. I told her it was a great idea; I wanted to be proud of her.

Knowing it was warm outside, I wore khakis and a clean white shirt. I sat down to watch a sitcom and waited for Bianca. Half an hour before the start of the movie, she came out of the bathroom behind me and asked, "Joey, do you think it's too much?"

I looked at her, and my mouth stayed agape; Her dirty wavy blonde hair framed nicely her cute face, which showed a touch of makeup and red lipstick. Her burgundy short dress hugged her assets beautifully. It revealed her shapely legs that continued with 3"heels, matching color shoes. But the biggest attraction by far was her cleavage. The low neckline exposed the tops of her creamy tits, and I couldn't take my eyes of them.

She chuckled, "Darling, my eyes are about a foot higher."

"Sorry Mom, but I've never seen you in that dress, and only now I've realized that you are more than a perfect Mom. You are a pinup girl with a great figure."

She blushed, "You exaggerate."

"No, I am not."

"Joey, I am 40..."

"Bianca, you are only 30 and look younger than me."

She giggled, "You are suggesting I was a minor when I married Dad. You are funny and make me blush."

I smiled, "Your reddish face makes you even more desirable."

"Honey, if you don't stop that, I'll beat you up. Now let's go."

...

The way from the parking lot to the theater was about 150 feet. We passed 3 couples, and I noticed that all eyes were on Bianca. My heart almost burst from joy, and I told her. She murmured, "I care only what YOU think." Well...

We sat in a middle row toward the right side with Bianca sitting on my right. She refused popcorn, snacks, or soda, leaned her head on my shoulder and relaxed. My right hand hugged her arm. My intention was to be with Bianca outside the house, and I didn't check what the movie was about. It was a 50 year old French movie with Jean Paul Belmondo, which spoke... French, of course. Reading English subtitles was never my cup of tea. The movie was about a young couple spending a lot of time with their male friend, who was also in love with the actress. The couple's main argument was whether to have a child or not. Her boyfriend refused, and eventually the girl had sex with the their friend.

Initially, I attempted to concentrate on the film, but I never felt the connection and found something more interesting to focus on. Bianca liked the movie from the start, and her eyes were glued to the screen. She became emotionally involved in the story and, now and then, reacted. Frequently, she bent forward, sometimes folding her arms, which pushed the front of her dress forward, separating it from her body. This gave me a fantastic view of her bra-covered, glorious mounds. The more times Bianca changed her position, the lower her neckline became and my eyes were hypnotized by her tempting tits. Once she turned to me to say something, and noticed where my eyes were directed. I blushed and moved my eyes, but I knew I had been caught. She said nothing, and didn't try to adjust her dress. She just put her palm in mine and squeezed it. Was it a permission to continue? I wasn't sure, and after that, except for a few short glimpses at her bosom, I tried to look at the screen until the movie ended.

When it was done, Bianca sighed, "I loved the movie. The director, Jean-Luc Godard, was one of my favorites growing up. I know the movie didn't interest you very much, and I appreciate your patience staying with me until the end. And special thanks for boosting my self esteem by ogling my body."

"Are you kidding me? Everybody with testosterone would do the same."

"You are so cute when you try to convince me I am attractive, but you should be looking for younger girls." I stayed silent.

"Did you hear me?"

"I heard you, but my heart is set on you..."

"Honey, I love you, but what you feel is obsession, you know, Oedipus Complex or whatever it's called."

"I don't care about names. I just know that I am more attracted to you than any girl ever."

"Do you have a mature-woman fetish?"

"I have a Bianca fetish!" She did not react.

When we arrived home, Bianca got out of the car and said, "I am going to take a shower."

I went to my room, but became curious about the names of the actors in the movie. I went toward Bianca's quarters and saw the bathroom door ajar. I waited by the door, certain that she went to her bedroom to grab something and would soon be entering the bathroom. Five minutes have passed, and while the shower water was pouring, she never came by. I peeked inside and saw Bianca naked, standing behind the glass door, surrounded by thick white vapors, slowly soaping herself. I stood by the door, mesmerized by the erotic sight. Her swaying large breasts looked amazing. My instinct was to burst inside, cup a tit and milk her dark nipple. I resisted, but my pecker engorged rapidly, telling me it wanted action. I don't know how long I stood there, but I found my hand slowly massaging my covered erection. When she finished soaping her body, Bianca washed it with hot water, spending extra time rubbing her tits, and doing her cunt. Her neatly trimmed, slightly curly, dark blonde hair resembled golden locks... When she turned off the water, I moved away and went to my room. The vision of her sexy body stayed before my eyes. I jacked off twice to this image before going to sleep.

I woke up around 8 am. I freshened up, wore my shorts and T shirt, and went to the kitchen.

Bianca heard me coming and, without turning toward me, she asked, "Did you enjoy the view last night?"

"Do you mean the movie?"

"No. The view you focused on when you stared at me taking a shower."

I stuttered, "Yoou were awaare I was there aaand said nothiing?"

"Joey, we are adults now. If you are determined to see what I hide under my clothes, I doubt I can prevent you from finding a way to get your wish."

"You say it nonchalantly. It doesn't bother you that I stood there ogling your breathtaking figure?"

"I have left ajar the door to my shower for a few days now. I tried to convince myself I did it so the vapors would get out faster, but deep down, I knew I wished you would watch me naked."

"Why didn't you give me a hint?"

"I gave you a few hints, but men are oblivious to women's hints. The 2 latest ones: I told you that as the man of the house, you have privileges. And then in the theater, you attempted to peek at my tits. I crouched so my top would open for you. If you placed your hand on my breast, I wouldn't have objected..."

I hugged her tummy from behind, feeling my dick stiffen. She chuckled, "Honey, you chose a bad time to come too close. I prepare our eggs, and the oil is boiling. The toaster is also working. If you do not stop and take a raincheck, soon one of us will get burned."

I kissed her cheek, "Mommy, I love you and... want you."

"I know. I feel the same, but we'll have to talk before anything serious happens. I am still married to your father. Let's eat and discuss everything later."

We ate quietly, with our eyes expressing our mutual desire for each other.

...

After the meal, I went to Bianca, planning to kiss her cheek, thanking her for the tasty breakfast, but her face turned to me, and our lips met. I stared into her eyes. They were soft yet tender and loving. I kissed her again, this time longer and hungrier. She parted her lips, and my tongue invaded her sweet mouth, exploring her oral cavity. She moaned. I helped her up and pressed her body into mine, as my rapidly hardening member pushed against her tummy.

She freed herself from me and mumbled, "Joey dear, I feel the same, but I think we must talk before rushing into something without the possibility of going back. What about Dad?"

"I love Dad, but he is going to be there for at least 5 more years. I love you and want you with all my heart and the rest of my body, but if you say no, I'll understand. I'll hate your decision, but continue loving you from afar."

"What do you mean 'from afar'?"

"You don't expect me to watch the subject of my love day in and day out, knowing we cannot be together, do you? I plan to rent a small apartment near the university. I'll talk to you on the phone once a week and visit once a month for a couple of hours."

"Honey, you are breaking my heart... Leaving me alone in the big house without the most important person in my life."

"Mom, I feel you, but being under the same roof without the ability to consummate our love will be torture. Why?"

"May I think about it for 3 more days? The guilt trip is killing me."

...

Frankly, I suffered a guilt trip no less, but I attempted to suppress it because of my desire for Bianca. The following day, unbeknownst to her, I flew to visit Dad. He looked older, with thinning hair, and sad.

"Dad, I brought you cigarettes, journals, and a chocolate cake. How are you doing?"

"Not good. A week ago, there was a big fight between 2 groups. I helped one of them and supplied them with knives. The warden found out about my involvement and canceled my request for parole and early release. It means that I'll have to stay in this stinking place for at least 7 more years. Anyway, how is Bianca doing?"

"She is fine. Now that I am on vacation, I try to take her to movies and restaurants."

"Good. She deserves better life, especially now that I am stuck here. Please ensure that she doesn't get too bored. Loneliness is a bitch."

"I'll do it, Dad. Take care."

...

I didn't tell Bianca I saw Dad, but now, more than before, I was determined to have her. If she lets me...

In the next days, we felt the tension in the air. Both of us pretended that everything was all right: We ate meals together, I did the shopping, and Bianca managed the house. However, the talks were brief and devoid of discussions about our emotions. My nights were frequently interrupted by dreaming about different scenarios of Bianca and me in different places: On a cruise ship, in a national park, on an isolated island, etc. The common denominator: we spent time naked, having sex at every opportunity. I usually woke up horny as hell and jacked off...

One afternoon, Bianca showed up in the kitchen with red eyes. She wasn't out the whole day, and there was no reason to suspect somebody had hurt her. Since she didn't volunteer to tell me the reason, I chose to ignore it and left to bring 3 tools from The Home Depot.

I returned an hour and a half later. She saw me entering as she was on her way to take a shower. I went to my room and worked on my computer. After 40 minutes, I heard her open the bathroom door. I wanted to ask her if she wished to stroll in the park the following day, so I waited for 15 minutes, giving her enough time to dress up, and moved toward her room. The door was not closed. I knocked on it and peeked inside. Bianca was topless. She sat on a chair before her mirror and combed her hair slowly. As I was on the way in, she didn't try to cover herself. She stared at me through the mirror with a small smile.

I stopped in my tracks and mumbled, "Do you want me to get out?"

She muttered, "No..."

"Please, Bianca, I love you and have the urge to have you. Watching you like that without the ability to touch you is killing me."

"... you can touch..."

"Are you ready for us to be with each other?"

"I struggled for too long not having a warm body to hug me, to caress me, and... to have sex with me. I wanted you so much, but my mind was in the way. I am too tired of fighting my body's needs. It wants you."

I moved behind her and observed us in the mirror. Bianca looked so beautiful, both face and body!... She leaned back on me, grabbed my palms and placed them on her massive orbs. Her pointy nipples were already stiff. I tweaked her tits gently as my pecker expanded fast. Her head, which was against my groin, felt my rigid organ, and she moved it gingerly from side to side, increasing the rate of its ascent.

Then she whispered, "Joey, I am soaked down there. Please take me to bed."

I lifted her in my arms from the chair and carried her to her nearby bed. I placed her supine and removed her panties, as my eyes explored her short, soft, light brown bush. I dove between her thighs and smelled her sex. The odor was intoxicating. I licked her abundant nectar, hearing her, "Honey, I am too aroused for games. If you continue, I'll climax in less than a minute."

I continued lapping her juices and kneaded her swollen clitoris. In seconds, she came with a shudder and began whimpering. I didn't stop. I inserted 2 fingers into her pussy, fingered her for a couple of minutes and then rubbed her G spot. Bianca's shuddering became frank convulsions, and her whimpers turned into screams. I continued my ministrations for another 10 minutes. My prick continued to be engorged, but I didn't orgasm; my priority was to make Mom happy first. I slowly decreased my manipulations and allowed her body to relax.

She rested with her eyes closed for a long time before opening them, smiling at me, and asked, "Why didn't you have sex with me?"

"I love you and wished to WATCH you enjoying before we do it together. And you looked heavenly during your prolonged orgasm."

She hugged me tightly, "Poor boy, you must be very horny."

"Yes, I am. I thought of letting you relax before the main course."

"Honey, I am and always have been multi-orgasmic, although with your father, only on rare occasions I've reached climax more than once. Right now, I am definitely ready for more fun..."

I kissed Mom as my raging pole urged me to get moving. I started slowly by penetrating gingerly into her tight cunt, but my arousal went overboard, and soon I accelerated my ramming into her drenched vagina.

I whispered, "Tell me if it's too much for you."

Bianca groaned, "No, go harder!"

This was the talk I hoped for. And without further ado, I began drilling her pussy like a runaway train. I was plowing her narrow tunnel, enjoying the constant friction with her soft inside, knowing I wouldn't be able to hold for too long. Then, she tensed and her body trembled under my heavy body. Her eyes rolled in her head and her fingers pinched my ass, pulling me deeper into her hungry pussy. I intensified my drilling to the highest gear, roughed her wildly jiggling tits, and with a growl erupted violently deep in her accepting cunt.

I was spent, but happy like never before: Conquering Mom's body was my ultimate goal for quite some time, and after accomplishing it, I could say it was worth it. Bianca's body was extremely sexy and getting access to all her nooks and crannies was a dream come true.

I rested on my side, gazing lovingly at my mother, my new lover. Her face was flushed with a couple of sweat drops on her forehead. My hand tenderly caressed her nude body, pausing at several stations along the way, including her desired lips, heaving chest with her ample mammaries, and the soft bush hair.

Bianca rested for like 20 minutes, slowly regaining her breath and a happy smile on her face.

She mumbled, "Honey, you pounced on me like a hungry animal. Did you only plan to fuck me or also eat me later?"

"I would have loved to munch on your tasty flesh, but it would have meant I wouldn't have you for future devouring, so I gave up..."

She hugged me and nuzzled her face in my chest, "Liar. You wouldn't do it, would you?"

"Mom, you either agree to sleep the nights with me, or I might."

She grinned, "Honey, I'll be happy to. I love you, you know?"

I grumpily said, "I am not sure. Show me!"

She giggled and mounted my body, "Now I am on top. Give up yet?"

I whined, "Please, have mercy on me..."

Mom started riding my groin, blurting, "Too late, buddy. Now I am in control, and you better obey your new Mistress."

Her constant movements awakened my cock, which began rising again. She felt it and said, "Don't you dare think that you'll have me again. What you've got should be enough for at least a week. Hear?"

"Yes, ma'am," I answered as my rod was already at half mast.

She continued rubbing her sweet ass cheeks on my growing member, and soon she bent somewhat, and my organ was now rubbing her wet labia. It took less than 30 seconds for my pecker to engorge completely. I shoved it into her awaiting pussy and countered her riding by pounding her from below. Her palms massaged my pectorals while her head was extended back. Her slow riding turned into galloping, and she groaned loudly. I stared at her bouncing magnificent tits and continued pushing my organ deep into her now dilated hole. Bianca lasted 5 more minutes before having her 3rd orgasm of the day. I lasted 15 additional minutes and then drowned her pussy with my slimy goo. It was really fun!

We didn't shower or brush our teeth; we fell asleep naked, hugging each other