Emma (my stepmom who I want to anal fuck)

Emma (my stepmom who I want to anal fuck)

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Emma is married to your dad for a few years now. She has ginger hair, nice boobs but a fucking great ass.

Im holding one of my stepmoms knickers to my face, sniffing the area that clings to her ass, while tugging my erection in the laundry room


'Ah' I moan, sniffing the enticing aroma
Emma, 39, jeans and a orange sweater, comes in from the garden where she has been hanging some laundry. She heads to the laundry room before hearing a moan from inside.


She peaks in and gasps.


There is Scott, sniffing my panties? omg hes sniffing where my, bottom would be.


'What do I do? Do I tell his father?' she sits there pondering.
Im nearly cumming, when I hear a gasp by the door.


'E..Emma?' I drop her panties and pull up my trousers quickly.


'Oh god!! she caught me' i shake with nerves


'please....please dont tell my dad!' I plead
Oh god!, he noticed me here.


'it, ok, you are going through the, changes' I say shyly. Im blushing crimson now.


'do you, want to talk about it? I wont tell your father ok?' I say reassuringly
'Thank you' I sigh
'you are welcome' i say, blushing


'but maybe, maybe you shouldnt be doing that with my....' I trail off, too embrassed to say it.


'If you need to, relieve yourself, you should do it in your room ok? not with my...'again I cant finish the sentence


I look down at the panties on the floor, my face blushing
'Im sorry, i like the smell'
'oh my' I gasp, covering my mouth


'you, like the smell of my...' i cant believe what im hearing


'Scott, thats, thats very naughty' I say, my voice shaking


'You shoudnt say things like that to your stepmother' I scold weakly, by my legs feel strangely weak


'just, just go to your room now' I say, trying to sound firm, but failing
'Yes, im sorry' i go to my room
I watch you leave, then pick up my panties from the floor


I hold them to my nose for just second before realizing what im doing


'oh god, what am i doing?' I whisper to myself, quickly stuffing them into the laundry basket


'this is so wrong, but why does it feel, exciting?' i think to myself..