She didn't have to ask me twice.As I walked into her living room/bedroom most of her friends were leaving with the exception of one guy who obviously ...ancied her and her friend Jill who was crashed out drunk on the sofa. Roxy sat on on the floor and leaned against an armchair and as she did so her dressing gown opened slightly and the view I got suggested she was wearing nothing underneath. She told me to grab a beer and gestured for me to sit down next to her and we became engrossed in. “Sorry, I’m late, hon.” Her bubbly voice sent a tingle up my back. “I couldn’t make up my mind what to wear...or, not wear.”I turned and saw my step-mother walking toward me on a pair of silver high heels, holding a neon green appletini in one hand and a smoldering cigarette in the other. She never smoked when my father was around, but I guess when the cat’s away…“You like?” She did a turn in front of me to show off her outfit, what little there was of it.She had on a bright yellow. Tomorrow was that day. I was going to have that hugedick tomorrow!The next day came around and Terry left, leaving Garryand me alone in the house as Timmy had went with hismother. I took a good hot bath and slipped on a shortrobe, making sure I left off my bra and panties as Iwent into the living room to watch TV with Garry.While I was sitting on the couch, he was in a chair asI started to put my plan into action. I spread my legswide enough to give him a good view of my hairlesspussy. I knew. Floyd’s cock, straining mightily, twitched in her tenacious grasp. His bulbous knobpulsated, sending a geyser of thick, whitish sperm spurting up past the steeringcolumn and all over the dashboard of the truck. Floyd’s garishly swollen cockheadballooned visibly again and again, spitting out the product of his over-stimulatedballs.He groaned, his hands jerking as they gripped the wheel, and the truck snaked backand forth across the white line of the highway. Fortunately there was no other.