She wasn't wearing a bra because her tits were hanging real low. I finally broke the silence and told her why I was home early. She apologized to me f...r what she was wearing, and said she was going to change. I immediately went to the bathroom to jerk off. I went in, sat down on the toilet and started going to town on myself. About a minute or so after I sat down the bathroom door suddenly flew open (bathroom door had no lock). My step mom walked in wearing nothing but the white t-shirt still.. There's nothing like holding a big, hard cock in my hand."What do you want to do Steven?" I want to fuck you like your dad does."I lay back again and open my legs, sliding a finger in as far as it'll go, then pull it out and lick it. He grins, leans down and begins to finger bang me. It feels so in-fucking-credible I can't help but bounce my ass a little bit to get him to go deeper. He adds another finger to fill me up. Steven isn't an amateur.I cum hard and then fall back. Steven doesn't waste. It was a hundred times better than any porn I'd ever seen. After probably an hour of this, he finally came, this time sitting on the chair while she sat on his lap, her legs d****d over the armrests. Even then, he gave her a body-shaking orgasm first (I think her fourth of the night, although there may have been more, it was hard to tell), before he exploded into her. She slumped over, eyes half-lidded, her smile conveying complete satisfaction, although she barely looked awake. He had fucked. . and especially as my ex was at her stunning best then, with a mane of crimson hair, pert little tits, long legs, a gorgeous ass and most of all, an adventurous attitude.We had rented a holiday cottage in Devon, next door to a widowed man, let’s call him Maurice, who lived there permanently. Maurice was definitely in his 70s but tall and lean, well sun tanned, we got chatting over the fence and became quite friendly. After about five nights of the holiday my ex said to me that she found him.