I slipped three digits into her pussy and worked it hard. My tongue now redundant. My lips on her stomach as we both used our fingers to take Megan skywards.
MEGAN: Part 5 Stepmom Erotica ⚠️ 🔞
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When Megan left my father, I thought I’d never see her again. She gave me her ass and then walked away from my life. I kept an eye on her from afar on Facebook, but she rarely posted. But I always thought about her when jerking off. Even when having sex with some of my girlfriends to make things interesting. My sex life suddenly so tame.
But around two years later, my father’s friend Doug died in a car crash. He was an amazing guy and well loved by everyone. I remembered he also had a great relationship with Megan, due to their love of the Pittsburgh Steelers. Always talking stats and previous players. But I still didn’t expect her to show up at his funeral. Thinking Megan had moved on.
But I was wrong. I spotted her across the churchyard the moment I stepped out of the car - and she looked fucking amazing. So elegant and overdressed. A clear attempt to make my father and his new girlfriend jealous. Short blonde hair cropped as always. Silver stud in her pretty nose. Her familiar ink snaking across her exposed legs and arms. She looked like trouble in mourning.
Weirdly, our eyes met over the coffin of Doug as we all waited to follow the coffin in. She gave me a half-smile that I felt in my gut and balls. And despite there being a body between us, inappropriate thoughts were in my head as we entered the church. All of them making my cock twitch below my suit. And it was this suit that Megan complimented me on when she sat down next to me.
“You look really good in a suit. So much older.”
She was then only vaguely polite to my father and his new girlfriend, who were sitting in front. Megan having done well from the divorce settlement, leaving bad vibes around her.
The service was ‘pure Doug’. A fun celebration of his life despite the sadness of the occasion.
I lost sight of Megan outside the church, and I thought I had lost her once more. But she turned up again at the wake. With Doug gone and my father now her enemy, I was the only friendly face there, and she sought me out. Not leaving my side as the wine flowed.
Fuck - she smelled so good. Wearing the perfume I had tried so hard to forget. Megan opening up about her life more than she ever had done when she was my stepmom. Talking about being fed up with men and their bullshit. And after the third glass of wine - looking directly into my eyes and purring, “But God, I miss the sex.”
Four times we had crossed that line in the past. Me thinking that last anal session had been the goodbye fuck of a lifetime. But then suddenly, dressed seductively black, Megan was offering a chance to go again, confirmed with a drunken - “My hotel’s not that far. Call us and Uber and I will show you.”
I didn’t hesitate, opening the app and planning our escape. Not that my father even noticed. Already drunk and telling stories about Doug nobody wanted to hear.
The Uber ride was short, but as hot as hell. Both of us in the back. A tiny smile across Megan’s mouth as she reapplied black lipstick. Her hand then moving to my inner thigh the rest of the journey.
Her hotel was boutique and private enough. Both of us wordless and horny as we walked past the reception and up the tiny staircase. Me watching Megan’s ass and velvet heels in front of me as we ascended to heaven.
