I was introduced to my dad's new wife
Valentina Bellucci, a woman of Italian descent who just arrived in the United States. I decided to watch some old movies with her to help her settle in. Valentina enjoyed the films and mentioned that my dad never spends time with her or satisfies her needs.
Surprisingly, she leaned in for a kiss, then quickly withdrew, feeling apologetic about her actions. The next day, she came to my room wearing a revealing outfit. Valentina confessed that she couldn't stop thinking about us, and without hesitation, she took out my manhood and began pleasuring me orally.
Overcome with desire, she expressed her wish to straddle me and initiated intimacy. With remarkable breasts and prominent nipples, I fondled them as I penetrated her deeply. I moved her panties aside, witnessing her wet matured entrance glide along my substantial member.
Subsequently, I shifted to a vigorous rear entry before positioning her on her back. Despite her urging me to release inside her, the realization that she was my stepmother crossed my mind. Ultimately, succumbing to the intense passion, I obliged, understanding that perhaps my stepmother truly understands what's best for our relationship.