8 comments/ 169585 views/ 77 favorites Flo: My Step-Son's Got a Gift By: BusterGonad Miles couldn't remember his mother. She had died in a aeroplane hijacking when he was young. They were going to visit his Dad, who had been living overseas while his business interests demanded it. His father had remarried, and more than once. A procession of step-mothers came and went, some dancing around him, some trying to befriend him, but mostly they singled him out as their main rival. Not for his father's affections, but for his money. Money grabbing sluts. He was left to his own devices more often than not. But if 'step-mommy' was at home, she'd probably try to stake a claim. Some of them would find any excuse to punish him, stopping his allowance, grounding him, some even hit him. It drove him crazy sometimes, especially when his Dad took their side. Asshole. Luckily, his Uncle Max was there to take him in, whenever it got too much, when the bitches pushed him too far. Miles learned to hold his temper from him, something that had probably saved him a lot of trouble. He also learned a lot about real world values, like the value of a sense of humour. Uncle Max was at home most of the time. He was a writer. His place was small, but well looked after. He scraped a living out by doing odd jobs, occasionally flipping burgers. He wasn't doing so well until the movie folks came calling. The first book they made a movie of was "Trail of Thorns". It was a box office hit. Broke some crazy record, highest gross on a budget, something like that. On the back of its success, they made two more. Suddenly Uncle Max was in demand, his books were flying off the shelves, and the money was piling in. Pretty soon, he had made enough money for whole family, and then some. He didn't need much money, though. He was happy to share. He'd already given Miles more dough than he could ever need. Miles could happily to live on the interest. Uncle Max never really cared about getting rich, he was more interested in writing. His money set him free from working for cash, but it didn't mean he was going to join the country club. He was his own man. That was how Miles wanted to be. His Dad had other plans. Miles was next in line to take over the company. It seemed as though he was obsessed with making Miles work. He had to learn how to run a business, how to make money, how to earn his lot. But why would Miles need to earn his lot when, thanks to Uncle Max, he already had his fucking lot! Today his asshole father had him looking at shares or some crap. "See if you can figure out what's going to go up in price over the next 28 days." Seriously, why would Miles need to know that? If he needed to, he'd just hire a guy with qualifications and shit. Dumb fuck. It wasn't like his Dad was ever around to find out if he had done a decent job or whatever. His work came first. Before Uncle Max had struck lucky, Miles' Dad had been the rich one. And he had worked hard to get where he was. His businesses made a lot of money, his clients paid premium rates for his work. His reputation preceeded him. He was committed, dedicated. Which meant absent, as far as Miles was concerned. Pissed off, Miles went for a shower, hoping that the latest in the step-mom parade had at least had the decency to clean up after herself. Some of these bitches would leave used razors, sanitary towels and other shit lying around. Fortunately, the bathroom was clean. It was like she hadn't been here. Thanks, Mom, he though, sarcastically. He stripped and stepped into the glass walled shower cubicle, turning it on so that the cold blast soaked him, cooling his anger. He let the warming water cascade over his thin frame. Flo met Terry at a company dinner. He was confident, witty, and good looking. She thought that he was a real gentleman. They talked about the company, what was wrong with the way they operated. He made her feel like her thoughts counted, and as the night went on she felt more and more confident. By the end of the night he had persuaded her that if she could talk like that to the company's CEO, he would listen. He assured her that the guy was approachable, saying that he 'would know'. She had a great time at the dinner, and he called a cab home for her. She took his advice, and the next day she went to talk to the CEO. She was amazed to find that it was Terry, the man who had made her feel so good at the dinner, who was sitting at the CEO's desk! He'd given her an on the spot promotion. She was his new head of domestic operations. She had joked that it sounded like a fancy way of saying wife. Two months later she was that too. Wife number eight, she had soon found out. She didn't mind, though. He was a good man. Not long after their wedding, he had call to go overseas. Since she was head of domestic operations, she stayed in the country. She moved, at least temporarily, in to his house. Here, there was a conference room with video conferencing, so they could discuss business nightly. She had never been in such a big old house! She wondered if it had any secret passages, any spy holes, any history! Her curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to explore. The threw on her Chinese silk dressing gown, a wedding gift from Terry's brother, and went for it. For starters, a huge staircase stood at the front door, splitting into two directions. She had also found two studies joined together a library, and even a ballroom with balconies on the upper floor. There was so much to explore! She just kept on opening doors. Miles stepped out of the shower, towel drying his dark hair. He looked at the steamed reflection of his wiry frame in the mirrors that covered one wall. He was pleased with what he saw. Without warning, the bathroom door burst open. Miles spun around to the noise. A lady was walking into the bathroom where he stood. She hadn't noticed him yet. She was smallish, wrapped in a silk dressing gown. Her silhouette was disguised by its loose fit, but he could see that her plump breasts were pushing it out from her body. She looked good and he wondered if she was naked underneath. Then she spotted him. She raised a hand to her face, a frightened squeal escaping her full, red lips. Her eyes bulged when she saw that he was naked. She backed away, apologizing. "Sorry, I, umm, sorry, umm you," "Don't sweat it, lady. Just let me get dressed, I'll be right out." He wasn't at all phased. She was either the new cleaner or the new step-mom. Either way, it didn't matter. "Umm, ok, sorry" said Flo, eyes drifting to the huge thing dangling between the young man's legs. No way was her new husband that big. She turned and quickly strode out, before he noticed her staring. The shock had quelled her lust for exploration, at least for now. She decided that she could explore more later and went to the conference room to call her new husband. Dressed, Miles stepped out of the bathroom expecting to meet the woman who had strode in on him. She was nowhere to be seen. Whatever, he thought. He headed to the kitchen for breakfast. It wasn't long before he was sitting at the kitchen table, a bowl of cereal and his laptop in front of him. He was diligently looking at the share price for his Dads company. It had gone up due to certain overseas acquisitions. He wasn't all that interested, but he supposed if he was going to learn anything, best to start from what he already knew. Flo left the conference room feeling horny and flushed. She had gone in wearing her dressing gown, thinking that it would be her husband on the other end. There was a board meeting. Although the camera only shot her head and shoulders, she had felt exposed. She had wondered if any of them could tell that she was wearing only a silk dressing gown. She had wondered how they would react if she exposed herself to them. She had wondered if any of them packed as much heat as the young man she had seen in the bathroom. Her hand had slipped between her legs and she had felt the moisture in her loins. Watching the screen, watching her husband's eyes and the eyes of the other board members, all those eyes on her, she had ran her finger over her hot labia. Answering the board's questions about domestic operations, she had spread apart her labia and dragged a finger over her wet, swollen clitoris. As she had inserted a finger into her hungry pussy, she had tried to imagine her husband's body, pressing into hers. Instead, the cock she had seen briefly just minutes before had filled her mind. In her mind, it had filled her body. Filled her belly with its hot, fertile gift. She wondered if any of them had noticed as she had brought herself to a silent orgasm. Miles was bored. He had taken the laptop to his bedroom, still trying to look at the stock trends. He was trying to see if he could learn anything else, but his heart wasn't in it, and his head wasn't either. Nothing else to do, he started watching some Internet porn. The girl was a blond, busty nurse in a tight uniform. He didn't care what the story was, though, so he skipped to the part where she was sucking the patient's hairy balls while the doctor pounded her ass with his black dick. He had his own cock in his hand, and he thought how it was bigger than the two on screen. Bigger than any of the ones in the pornos he had watched. Whatever, he just wanted to get off. He slid his hand along its length while the patient shot his first rope over busty nurse's lips. She immediately swallowed the whole cock down her throat and kept it there while the rest of the load shot down her throat. Fuck! Horny and agitated, Flo couldn't stay still. The bathroom incident still firmly in her mind, she nevertheless decided to take a chance and go exploring again. The board were generally pleased with her. She smiled, they hadn't noticed her orgasm, or at least they hadn't made it obvious if they had. Her heart was still bearing pretty fast, adrenaline rushing with the risk she had taken. She threw open a door, another study, thick with dust. No one had been in here for a while, there were bound to be secrets. She would remember this one, could be interesting. Not today, though. Not in her dressing gown. The next door she opened was a closet. This wasn't going well. Door number three. She took a deep breath. Swing. The black doctor was blowing his load over the nurse's sweet ass, and Miles wasn't done. He set up another video, cock in hand, and skipped to the good part. Flo's jaw dropped. The door opened onto a large bedroom, tv on one wall, plump sofa against the other. That wasn't what had her attention, however. On the far side of the room, lying in a huge bed, was the same guy from the bathroom. He was sprawled across the bed, facing his laptop, working his hand along the shaft of his exposed cock. And what a cock! It was bigger that the guy in the porno! She stood there, slack jawed, silently staring. She was getting hornier by the stroke. They were long strokes! Whoa! Without knowing, she moved closer. She was in the room, hungry, wanton, entranced. The hand on this magnificent tool suddenly moved up a gear, taking on a frantic pace. Flo realized what this meant, realized that she was too late to contribute, and realized where she was, all in one breath. She moved back towards the door, hoping not to be seen. Meanwhile, that huge tube of cock meat started to pulse wildly. Flo gawked, mesmerised as this mighty weapon delivered its payload. A thick, creamy rope shot from the purple, throbbing tip, arching upwards, fast and heavy, until it reached the very ceiling of the room. A second thick cum rope joined it, dangling slightly like a sticky cobweb. The third wasn't quite as powerful. It apexed just below the others, flying out in her direction. Flo found herself hoping for it to reach her. She was so drawn by it that she even reached out her hands. Disappointingly, it spattered to the floor a few feet away from her. More thick ropes of fertile sperm erupted from the geysering cum cannon, and it wasn't done yet! Flo, however, had a moment of clarity. She turned and fled the young man and his hypnotic hosepipe, praying that he hadn't spotted her. She ran from the door, not wanting to explore anymore. She had to get away before she was completely overcome. Miles came watching some slut sucking her boss off under the desk while he chatted with her husband. When the boss said, "I wasn't sure she'd be able to take it, but even though she gets load after load, she just keeps cumming!" it was just too much for him. Cheating sluts were always his favourites. He thought he heard something behind him, but his attention was focussed on the porn, and right then his cock was pumping out thick ropes of cum. He had noticed that guys in pornos didn't cum like him, and he wasn't the only one. He used to fall asleep after a hard cum, and the house maid had had to clean it up more than once. She always assumed that he had cum a bunch of times, and was really pissed off about it. He was a teenager, though, so she didn't tell his father. She was especially angry when she had to clean it off of the ceiling. She interrogated him as to how it had got up there. He told her, but she didn't believe him. He had learned to clean up after himself. Flo had run to the bedroom she was to share with her new husband. She had gone straight into the en suite bathroom and was washing her face, desperate to clean the image of the young man's rigid ramrod, fountaining its thick, creamy deposit. She washed again and again, but every time she closed her eyes, the cock was there before her. Once more, she gave in to the deep hunger the image created in her, and started to touch herself. She threw her robe to the floor and stepped into the shower. Her hand clasped aorund the shower head, she started spraying herself. To her, each warm blast from it was erupting from the volcano of cock flesh she had witnessed. Her free hand was massaging the warm liquid into her breasts, legs, face, pussy. As her fingers reached her womanhood, her engorged clitoris responded immediately. Her legs began to quake and her muscles tightened. Although she fought to stay quiet, her body betrayed her, and she hollered as orgasm racked her body for the second time this morning. Both times the same cock had brought her off, both times, the sight of it alone was enough. Having a big house meant that they would generally never meet during the day. It was easy to avoid one another, and that they did, until they both got hungry. Ravenous, in fact, both having heavily orgasmed earlier that day. At last, they converged on the kitchen. "Oh, hey!" Miles exclaimed, "you're the lady from the bathroom! Umm, new maid or new wife?" He asked, nonchalantly. "What?" She choked, "what kind of question is that?" "Sorry, I, well, it came out wrong." Miles apologized. "I mean, well, they're the only two kinds of woman who would be here. I guess since when we, uh, met earlier, you were wearing a dressing gown, you're not a new maid." "No, I'm not. I'm the new Mrs. Terry Coxen." Flo puffed up her chest, a gesture not lost on Miles. It was a nice chest, already well puffed. "Who, then, are you?" She asked, indignant. Miles laughed. "Dad didn't tell you? I guess not, I'm usually the last thing on his mind. I suppose I'd be your new step son." He grinned at her, not a whiff of happiness behind it. "Listen, I don't want to get off on the wrong foot, but I've seen women come and go. We don't need to bond, I can look after myself. And you can't order me about. I'll stay out of your way, you stay out of mine. Deal?" "Aw, crap." Flo snapped. She covered her mouth, realizing that she had let that one slip out. She couldn't help it, she knew now that had cum twice picturing her step son's huge tool. "Look, I'm not gonna stop you and the old man doing," his face screwed up at the thought, "whatever. I don't even care about his money. I've -" "Shit, no, I didn't," Flo interrupted, backpedalling. "I meant, crap I just alienated the only REAL person in the house. Can we start again?" "Look, we don't have to. I told you, I look after myself." Mile shrugged. "Well, ok, but at least let's be civil. You want eggs?" "Sure, I don't see why not. I don't hate you, but you know, there's been a lot of step moms. And not all good." "Sure, yeah. Screw this mom shit. Makes me feel old anyway. Over easy?" "Sure." Flo handed Miles a plate full of eggs. Miles opened his laptop while he ate. He looked over the top of it, a perfect view of her tight ass as she cooked some more eggs for herself. He had to admit, his Dad had good taste. "My names Miles, by the way," he slurred through a mouthful of egg. "Florence, but everyone calls me Flo." As she tipped her eggs onto her plate, Miles had another chance to admire those big, round breasts before she say down. Her tits were bigger looking that the cheating slut who had finally made him cum earlier. Flo looked at the laptop, wondering whether there was any porn on there right now. "What you doing there? Web games?" She asked innocently, while looking for any hint of embarrassment. He gave a sigh. "Dad wants me to learn about stocks. He's an asshole, sorry to say. Uncle Max already gave me a couple million. I don't have to work." Flo was shocked at his attitude. She wanted to slap him and shout, "You spoiled little fuck, my brother was laying bricks when he was your age!" But this whole conversation was about diplomacy. What she actually said was, "Sure, but won't you get bored?" The spoiled fuck shrugged. She smiled, seeing an opportunity. "Listen, I know a few things about stocks, maybe I can give you a few tips." "Like what?" Miles asked suspiciously. "Well, are you a bull or a bear?" "Umm, a bull?" He said hesitantly. Flo smiled, no kidding, she thought. She got up and walked around to sit next to Miles, slightly disappointed not to see any trace of porn on his computer. She started to explain the concepts to him, her eyes holding his, her hand occasionally touching his arms, shoulders, legs. Her mind was constantly flashing images of what lay between those legs. They talked for some time, her lessons sinking in to some extent. She was trying hard not to show her arousal, but she knew that her nipples would be visible through this top. Miles was listening intently. The fact that Flo was such a beautiful lady helped him remain attentive. He noticed her nipples sticking out and started to picture what those underlying assets would look like uncovered. He was getting turned on, and he was sure she would spot the bulge in his pants sooner or later. She soon did, and suddenly it didn't matter who was attached to that cock, she would have it in her. Soon. "A good growth rate is what you're looking for, but that doesn't always lead to a long term investment," she said, tying her lesson together. Her hand reached over to his leg, where she "accidentally" touched the bulge in his pants. "Thanks, Flo. We should do that again. It really helped!" He quickly snapped his laptop shut and grabbed it. "Sure, anytime." She replied, as both of the stood up. She rubbed her leg against him, feeling his hardness. She knew where he'd be going. "Sorry," she said, sitting back down and licking her lips. She was sure he hadn't missed the gesture. "No problem, my fault," he shouted, almost running out of the room. She gave him 5 mins, then followed. Quietly, she slipped the door open, finding him, as she expected, huge cock in hand, porn on his laptop. She sneaked in, closing the distance soundlessly. She looked at the laptop, a second's doubt crossing her mind as she saw two guys sitting at a desk. When the camera angle changed to show what was going on under the table, she understood. The girl was slowly wanking the black guy off. He had a big cock, but not like Miles. Flo: My Step-Son's Got a Gift "Your wife's got a good grasp of things, I'm sure she'll have it licked in no time." He said. Flo watched as, in time, the girl in the movie tongued the black guys dick and Miles took a wet finger across his own. An idea formed in her head. She lay down on the floor and crawled, careful to remain unnoticed. She slipped around the bed, moving closer and closer. She was right there by the bed, and she was sure he must see her. He gave no sign, so she waited. "She's worried about what you get up to when she has to work late. I mean, you're not cheating on her, are you?" The black guy was really laying it on. "I couldn't," the white guy whined, "I love her, and although its great she's got the new job as your PA, all this time apart, it really sucks!" Flo knew that was her cue. She popped out of her hiding place and, in one swift motion, tried to engulf her step son's endowment with her hot mouth. Miles flipped, not expecting this at all. First the fright made him jump, pushing half of his cock into Flo's throat. He looked down at her, a shocked expression on his face. "Flo! What the-," Flo, who had more cock in her mouth than ever before, moaned, slurped, and then, eyes locked on Miles', came up for air. She smiled a smoking hot smile and placed her finger over her lips. "She's working on something big right now. I'll have her call you when she gets back to the office. She's really good at this, you know." The porno droned on. Miles hardly noticed the porno now, as Flo lashed her tongue across his glans. "Whoa, so big," she cooed, before ravenously slurping at his cock head. Flo loved to suck cock, but she'd never had a cock quite this size, she bobbed her head up and down, trying in vain to get it all down her throat. Every now and then, she would come up for air, muttering under her breath something like, "huge fucking prick," or "can't get it all." She was gobbling with a fury! She pushed her head down a bit further, choking. "What was that?" Asked the husband in the porno. "This old desk is a bit creaky," replied the boss. Miles moaned. He imagined what his Dad would say if he could see them now. Flo's slurping continued, Miles hand on the back of her head. She came up for air again, her tongue circling the sensitive head of Miles' slick fuckstick. "We'll try not to bust her ass too much. Its a lot to take in, but she's coming along. She's dealing with a heavy load right now, she'll call you soon." The camera cut to the girl under the table, cum coating her lips and cheeks, and the black guys cock emptying its load into her mouth. His dad's wife on her knees for him, her expert tongue gliding over his sensitive area, combined with the salacious porno was just too much. At last, Miles came too. Feeling the massive tube of cock twitch, Flo was ready. She placed her mouth over the head of his cock, tongue still circling. But she wasn't ready for the powerful blast of cum that cannoned out, hitting the back of her throat. She choked, almost falling back. She felt the next powerful blast hit her tongue, her mouth beginning to fill up, this the prize for her indiscretion. Still not able to swallow, willing herself not to choke again, she struggled to keep the lurching lump of flesh between her lips. She was determined to swallow this massive load, driven to keep the large, bobbing tool in her mouth. More and more hot fluid flowed into her hungry mouth, her cheeks pushed out with the sheer volume. When she couldn't feel any more spurts, she waited a few moments, then lifted her head from her step son's dong. His huge cock still pumped more cum out! Miles' phallus wasn't lobbing it anymore, but there was still copious cock cream running from it. A river of cum quickly forming on the back of it. Flo swallowed hungrily, finally able to clear her throat of the blockage. Her wanton tongue lapped up the pool of cream that had formed on his nutsack. She ran her tongue up the river of sperm, drinking in its flavour. When she reached the source of the river, she pushed her tongue into the slit, closing her lips over the sensitive cock head and slurping over it. She slurped it in again before looking up at Miles with an enormous smile. "But you're my step mom!" He cried. "Exactly," she grinned, "We're not even related. And no one will ever suspect a thing!" "Oh, hi honey," the porno was still playing. The wife had cum on her face and was bent over the desk talking into the intercom. "He's been testing my oral skills. Now he wants me to try taking his dick, what did he call it? Dictation. That's it." "Looks like you're enjoying that!" Flo grinned, pointing to his once again hardening cock. "Think I should test my oral skills again?" "No, I think you've done enough of that," he snapped. A moment of panic washed over Flo, was he angry, would he take it away? Flo dragged her eyes away from his hypnotic tool, looking up to his face. He was grinning like the cat who got the cream. "How about some dictation!" She didn't have to be asked twice. Quickly, she climbed onto the bed. She placed her hand on his magnificent tool, straddling him. "No," he whispered. He lifted her and moved her around to the edge of the bed. Then he got up, standing behind her, bed between them and the laptop, which continued to play the porno. The cum faced girl was being fucked doggy style, still talking to her husband about her boss' "staffing policy". Miles grabbed roughly at Flo's big tits from behind, his cock pressed heavily into her back. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back and kissed her passionately. She crumpled onto the bed, tearing at her tights. "He's really deep, he says he wants to plant a seed in all of his staff's warmest places." The porno wife told her husband. "Fuck!" Flo breathed sharply, unexpected pain ripping into her as Miles reached down and tore off his step-mom's panties. He rolled her onto her front so that she was facing the laptop. He flipped her skirt up, admiring her tight, round ass. Grabbing her waist in big, strong hands he lifted that ass up until his cock touched its cheek. "Ready?" He asked, one of his big hands reaching around to touch her labia. Until now, Flo hadn't noticed that Miles had shifted the dynamic. She wasn't in charge of this, he was. She briefly wondered if it was such a good idea after all. "He's stretching me to the limit, honey," the porno squawked, "finding parts of me I never knew were there!" She wanted that huge bull-cock. Wanted it so bad. She planted her knees on the mattress. "Ready," she whispered. He moved slightly, placing his weapon between her thighs, its head half way to her navel. She gasped. "I said 'are you ready?'" He asked, more sternly. His fingers began to part her labia, exposing her swollen clitoris to the charged air. "I'm ready," she answered, meekly. This was not how she had expected it. He grabbed her hips in both hands, pulled his hips back, head of his manhood dragging backward along her pubis. He stopped at the entrance to her hungry, wet cunt. "Are you ready?" He demanded. Her pussy tingled with anticipation, she could feel the battering ram thick cock ready to break into her. She pushed back with all the strength she could muster, trying to bring her own assault on this tower of flesh. Miles held her firm, powerful hands steady on her hips. Miles could feel the warmth of her cunt on his pulsating pussy pleaser. He wanted to ram it in, feel that warmth envelope his flesh. But he had to hold back. She would be his, if he could do this one thing. Right at that moment in the porno, the black boss rammed his cock deep into the wife, triggering her screaming orgasm while the husband spoke over the intercom. Flo knew it would be her turn next. "I'm READY! FUCK me, PLEASE!" She wailed. Miles grinned, he had her! He slowly slipped the head of his cock its the warm opening. Flo shuddered with release, moaning as she felt the girth begin to stretch her pussy. A few seconds more, and Miles began to push deeper. Slowly, inch by aching inch, he pushed into her. Each new inch produced fresh moans and shudders, her pussy adjusting to the penetrating powerhouse. Looking down, he saw that about half of his cock was buried in her burning hot cunt. "Fuck me, oh. Fuck me with that big bull cock, Miles," Flo begged. Happy to oblige, Miles started building up a rhythm. Pistonning his huge cock into her, he was always careful not to give her more than she could handle. Copying the black porno boss' rhythm, he put his hand roughly on her back, holding her down. Flo was in ecstasy. She felt her pussy stretched to its limits, this huge cock filling her more than ever before. She saw the porno in front of her, her body folded and filled, just like the girl in the film. She felt a rush of heat washing over her as she imagined that she was watching herself being fucked by the black boss, she could feel it too. The girl on the film arched her back and tipped her head back, her legs began to quake. Suddenly, Flo realised that it was her who was cumming. The heat from her pussy had washed over her whole being, and the quaking in her legs had spread across it too. "FUCK ME YOU HORSE HUNG STUD!" She heard herself scream, not sure if it was her in the porno or not. Miles felt his step-mom's muscles tighten as its spasms worked to pump the seed from him. He still hadn't pushed much more than half of his cock into her. He grinned, knowing he'd be able to send her over the edge again just by giving her another inch. Flo was still engrossed in the porno, unsure if she was watching herself or not. When she watched the big black hand whacking her ass and the pain arrived at the same time, she was almost convinced. Miles liked this porno, and he was enjoying playing the role of the boss. He didn't know that his machinations had sent Flo into a near trance, but thought she was enjoying the role too. He leaned forward, just as his on screen counterpart did, and whispered "Tell your husband that I'm about to fill your inbox with another hot load!" Flo just about hit the roof! She came with a ferocity that took Miles right to the brink himself. She bucked backwards onto his cock, trying with all of her might to impale herself on it. Miles was quick to pull back, but next she flung her head back and wailed, her pussy clamping down on the mammoth manhood within. Flo collapsed onto the bed, Miles smiling. He walked around the bed until his tool was pointed right at her face. "Ooh, and he's brought me a lollipop!" The porno wife squealed. "Your wife has really covered herself in glory here, Mr. Cook." The boss shouted into the intercom while the cum covered wife got to sucking his cock again. Flo recovered from her stupor and quickly went to work on Miles, tongue drinking in the taste of her own cum. Both women started to unbutton their tops, the black guy still talking down the intercom, "She deserves a little something extra for her performance today." Both women were now kneeling before their bosses, sluttishly slobbering on their cocks, both having exposed their ample tits, now wore only their skirts and heels. "I need to try to hold onto this one, Mr. Cook," said Mrs. Cook's boss, grabbing one of her big mams. Miles enjoyed the firmness or Flo's ripe melon, too. "I think this one," they grabbed the other boobs, "is pretty special. I wouldn't like to get between you," their cocks slipped between the married women's breasts. Miles didn't even have to take his out of Flo's hungry mouth. "I'd be a real jerk-off, but she's not scared to get down and dirty. Can I take you out to dinner? It's been a while since I ate out." Flo was getting her juicy melons fucked, and her mouth was full of cock. Miles looked down at her. Her funbags glistened with sweat as they bounced with his cock in between. Her nipples stuck proudly out, dark red, surrounded by dark red aureoles. The salacious sounds of slurping, moaning, slobbering, so hot, sexy, and his step-mom was making them on his cock! What a cock! Flo was able to suck it while it was nestled between her big natural tits, a feeling she adored. Her tongue darted into his cum slit, ran circuits around his generous cock head, salivated over his shaft. Her stiff nipples drew lines on his flat stomach as her firm E-cups bounced along his sweat and slobber slicked bull cock. She looked up at him, porno forgotten about. "Cum, you big cocked fucker, cum all over your daddy's wife," she begged, "cover you step-mommy's tits in cream like he wishes he could." "You're mine, slut, and if you want any more of this cock, you need to remember who is in charge!" He grabbed her head and rammed his cock into her throat, still careful not to overwhelm her. He humped into her a few more times then he pulled it out. "Got it?" He growled. Flo cooed, this was fucking hot! "You are, Miles." She sucked his cock head with a pop. "You can have me any time," suck, "any place," pop, "any way you like." She took the whole cock down her throat in one, bobbing back and forth, moaning, the vibrations sending Miles wild! She pulled his bull dick out of her mouth and jerked it steadily. "Mark me, baby. I'm yours, cum over me like you daddy never will." She sucked a big blob of pre-cum off of his purple monster. He shuddered with delight. "I want your load all over my tits, all over my face!" She sucked back another blob, savoring the flavour while her hands jerked him off. She needed both hands! "Your daddy is no match for your big bull cock. I want to be bad with this monster!" She sucked his whole cock down her throat again, her nose pressed against his stomach, her tongue slithering about his scrotum. "I've got some nasty plans," Miles told her, smirking, "but first, I'm going to mark you, just like you wanted, Mommy!" Hearing Miles call her Mommy, Flo went into overdrive, she started fucking her face on Miles' huge tool. She brushed her clit with one finger, finding it so turned on that she was instantly sent into a massive climax. Suddenly overcome, she tried to scream with the powerful orgasm, but her throat was filled with bull cock, and it was about to get more full. As her body quaked with almighty release, she felt the cock in her throat swell even further. Her tongue felt the tide of creamy seed push up the veiny shaft as the first jet poured directly to her belly. Miles stepped back on time for a second thick rope to spray into his step-mom's mouth. The third hit the bridge of her nose and glued her left eye closed. She fell back, frigging herself vigorously as another explosion of orgasmic pleasure flattened her. Still he continued to mark her with his seed, covering both big breasts and her lips and chin. Finally, he stood over her, cock dripping in her hair. She licked her lips, tasting her step-sons virile seed once again. Somewhere on the floor, a phone started ringing. Miles looked at the porno, but it had stopped. Flo got up quickly and dashed over to where her bra was on the floor. She answered her phone looking Miles in the eye, a sly smile on her lips. "Terry, honey," she behind Miles with a finger. "what's up?" Miles walked over, still dripping dick dangling between wiry legs. She took his tool in her free hand and licked a drip off of the end. "Emergency meeting?" She sucked the tip of Miles' stiffening cock into her mouth. She made an affirmative grunt. Taking the head out of her mouth, she licked the shaft until she reached Miles' ball sack. His balls still hung low and heavy. "You need me in the conference room right now?" She asked, incredulously. "I've got a face pack on!" She started licking Miles' balls, determinedly.she sucked one into her mouth, letting it pop out noisily. "All right, honey. Give me 5 minutes, I need to take this off." She licked back up the shaft until the tip was level with her glued shut eye. She scooped some cum from her eye with his cock and sucked it off. "Ok, I'm on my way." She hung up. "Sorry, Miles. Duty calls." She sucked a ball into her mouth, tongue flicking around it. "It's been a while," Miles replied, smiling "since I've eaten out!" Ten minutes later, cum still matted into her hair, some traces on her face, Flo was looking into her husband's eyes. The board of directors watched, all unaware that the were witnessing her orgasm in front of them for a second time that day. Flo's husband was especially blind to the fact that it was his son Miles who, under the conference room table, was eating out his new bride's well fucked pussy.