As I made my way around, I noticed my stepmom, who was actually only 22, in her smallest red bikini, hanging out with four seriously hunky guys, who w...re all only in shorts. As I got closer I said, “Hi Mom, what's going on?” She looked surprised as she returned my greeting. "Chrissy, what are you doing home? Oh, this is Mike, Steve, and Dave - they are from my gym." “Hi guys, I'm Chrissy, I'm Jessica's stepdaughter. Yeah I was sent home again for...,” I leaned in close to my stepmom as I. "Come-on, babe, only four more to go. Be good. Lift up for me." It took her a second, but then she arched up. It turned me on that she was doing it for me. Straining to please me. Still, twenty-one was pretty hard, back on her sore crease, both on the right side. "Twenty-two, please." She knew what was coming--two hard ones on the left crease--so I made her wait for them. Whack, whack. "Twenty-three, please." She arched up good, and asked quickly, knowing the end was in sight. I was in no hurry. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as you slip both your tongues inside each other mouths. He moves down and starts kissing on your neck and sucking on your earlobes. He moves his arms from around your back to one behind your head and the other on your breast. You want to show him that you are completely down with this and you finish unbuttoning your top and unhook your bra while enjoying your head held tightly with those deep kisses. That move seemed to turn him on even more as he. While our tongues danced, our hands explored every curve of each other’s body. I was not even thinking about Bracha catching me up here. We both began removing our clothes. As Mercy took off her white bra and panties, I strapped on my condom and gazed at her nipples, which were hard as my dick. Mercy lay in the bed with her legs spread. I seized the ice cream and approached her. With my brown eyes on Mercy’s pregnant belly, the song ‘Dawn’ section of Richard Strauss’ ‘Also sprach Zarathustra’.