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Playful jokes seemingly, but coupled with everything else it made him feel… A lot of things. Following a quaint little ceremony, asian she became for all intents and purposes his new step-mom and her flirtatious interest in him didn’t dwindle as he had expected, to the contrary she had taken every opportunity when Lucy wasn’t around to make Sam the centre of her attention, as if tempting him with her gorgeous body while leaving absolutely no doubt in his mind about what she wanted to do with him. It left him feeling conflicted, he’d never had much luck with girls and at nineteen he had never been in any kind of relationship. While, for the most part, her attention made him uncomfortable, her wanting gaze was the only one he seemed to get and it made him feel warm. chinese Her cock, in particular, was a source of unsurety, he knew he shouldn't want it, but he found himself drawn to it, curious about it, it was after all so much bigger than his own. Whenever she squeezed him to her body or he caught her looking in an especially lustful way he would feel his heart flutter. He enjoyed her attention, though he hated japanese himself for it, she was much older than him, she fucked his mom on the regular and, he had to keep reminding himself, she she had a huge black cock. He always wondered if, given the opportunity, how far she would take things with him, but for the longest time the chance never came, Lucy so enamoured with Cassandra she was never too far away from home. At least, that is, until his mom was invited to a foreign school. Her own school had received exemplary awards for quality and, as one of the more outstanding members of staff she had been invited to take part in a school exchange program, staff would, for two weeks, switch with counterparts in foreign cities to share knowledge, hopefully with the outcome of both parties coming away with an increased understanding of how to best teach their respective classes. His mom was simply thrilled, they had seldom been on holiday and never outside of their own country to be part of a small team selected to go to Canada to impart their knowledge, a destination she had always wanted to visit but never been able to was just the best thing in the world for her, outside of Cassandra and Sam, of course. Both of whom had been incredibly supportive, but in the week or so leading up to her trip, a full two weeks away, a tension had risen between the two of them, one that his mother, in her glee had completely failed to notice. The night before she left, as she had a very early plane to catch, she had come in to see Sam before he had fallen asleep, hugging and kissing him, the excitement plain on her face as she had told him to be good with Cassandra, to look after her and to help out around the house and not to slack just because she wasn’t here. He had of course promised, hugging her and wishing her a great time away, though a part of him wished he was going too, though his mother kept stressing it was ‘mostly’ a work thing, not a leisure thing and, that night, he had fallen asleep to the sound of a particularly passionate night just a couple doors over. As morning rolled around Sam yawned cutely, stretching out under his sheets as his alarm bleeped at him from beside his bed, his phone telling him it was time to get up and get ready for an especially lazy Saturday. His mom, he knew, would’ve only left a few hours ago and would probably be at the airport waiting for her flight to Canada, she would be early but she always liked to be. Stretching out again and letting out a whine of reluctance he slipped his legs out of bed, pressing them into the cool softness of his carpet before rising to his feet, stretching and arching his back before blinking sleepily. He reached down and gently scratched his thigh through the simple pair white boxers he wore and glanced around his room, trying to figure out what he was going to do today, probably sketch he thought, or paint if he could find inspiration. But, swallowing, he winced a little, his throat was dry and pussy his thirst was dire. Padding barefoot from his room he began to make his way through the too quiet house, running his fingertips through his long blonde hair, pushing it back into some semblance of order, his bright blue eyes blinking slowly, wearily. He stepped through the living room, between the deep couch his mom and Cassandra often occupied and the smaller one-seater that was often his own, then past the TV they often watched together towards the kitchen. He paused at the threshold, instantly feeling more alert as, to his surprise, he caught Cassandra standing there, sitting hopped up onto the edge of the bench, the newspaper splayed out beside her, a coffee steaming beside it. He stared at her and she looked over towards him, a smirk on her lips, “Morning sugar.” Blushing furiously he turned to go but her words caught him, making him stop short, only half turned away from her, “Ah, come on sweetie, don’t be like that.” He looked back at her, his voice uncertain, his eyes more so, not sure where to look, “L-like what?” “Babe, you’ve seen me naked a hundred times, still not used to it?” He shrugged a little, glancing towards the fridge, “It’s weird…” he said softly. “It’s comfy. Go on, grab a drink if you’re thirsty.” He hesitated, then did so, stepping closer towards her and the fridge, opening it and pulling out a bottle of fruit juice. She set japan a cup down on the counter beside him helpfully and he poured himself a glass before setting the bottle back, her smirk ever present, curious, enjoying the freedom of not having his mother to risk her for her lewd behaviour, enjoying his embarrassment. He weakly smiled his thanks and picked up his cup, taking a step back towards the door before, again, he was stopped by her words, “So, two weeks together huh? Are you going to be this shy for the whole two weeks?” she said, a little teasing. “Are you going to be this naked?” he asked back, not turning to look. He pulled Carissa towards him by her huge nipple-rings and spread his legs wide, turning a blank, masked face to her expectantly. “I was waiting to see japan if you struggled, or found a way to give me a signal you were ready for a rest. But when japanese right when mom stopped kissing me, dad stopped eating me out and started kissing me and sliding his warm hard dick against my little pussy making that yummy wet chinese squishing sound, Before I knew it, me mom and dad were all kissing at the exact same time. “Well then, why don’t we go eat in my pussy private dining room. 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