Stepmom Satifies My Blue Balls Situation

Justine steps through the door and nearly chokes on her own gasp. Monica's tits are out, tongue halfway down Ty's throat, right there on the living-room couch. Out. Monica goes flying with a slammed door and a string of swear words. Justine turns to Ty, all maternal concern, but the kid's already pouting about his wasted chance and the dull throb in his jeans. She gets it—blue balls are no joke—so she shoos him off to the bathroom to rub one out. Five minutes later she knocks, opens, and there he is, still hard, still frustrated. Justine sighs, peels off her dress, and climbs onto her stepson's lap. The first bounce draws a sharp grunt from both of them. Ty catches on fast, palms full of her heavy tits, hips snapping up to meet her. It feels better than Justine thought possible; her moans start sneaking out whether she wants them or not. They stumble to the bedroom, bodies still locked. She drops to her knees, nurses him with lips and breasts until he's slick and twitching, then straddles him again. Ty hammers up into her and Justine comes hard—once, twice—eyes rolling. When he finally pulls out, the first hot stripe lands across her cheek, the rest painting her lips and chin while she gasps and laughs at the sheer mess of it.