Sarah Arabic

Ever since her stepson Juan became a professional masseur, Sarah and her stepdaughter Carly had been fighting over his magic hands. Today Sarah wasn’t losing. “I’m his mother. That’s the ultimate dibs. Mommy always wins.” She ordered Carly out and told Juan to give her a full-body sensual massage. Sarah dropped her towel, completely naked, and lay face-down on the table. “Mommy needs to relax… do whatever it takes.” Juan’s oiled hands worked over her back, then lower, kneading her ass and sliding between her thighs. Sarah moaned and spread her legs wider. When he reached her pussy she was already soaked. He rubbed her clit in slow circles until she was pushing back against his fingers. She rolled onto her back. “Don’t be shy… get right in there.” Juan leaned down and started licking her. Sarah held his head and came hard on his tongue, thighs shaking. She pulled him up and freed his cock. “Fuck mommy. Stretch this pussy.” He pushed into her in one deep stroke. Sarah cried out and wrapped her legs around him. He fucked her hard on the massage table, oil making every thrust slick and loud. She came again, clenching around him. That was when Carly walked back in—naked—and froze for only a second before grinning. “Fine. If you’re staying, you take care of mommy too.” Carly climbed onto the table, straddled Sarah’s face, and lowered her pussy onto her stepmom’s mouth while Juan kept pounding Sarah from below. Sarah licked eagerly while her stepson fucked her. Then they switched: Juan fucked Carly while Sarah ate her stepdaughter’s pussy, then both women on their knees sharing his cock. Near the end the two women lay side by side on their backs, mouths open. Juan stroked himself and painted both their faces with thick cum. Sarah and Carly licked it off each other, laughing. “See?” Sarah said, wiping a streak from Carly’s cheek. “Every story needs a happy ending.”

Sarah stood in front of the mirror, carefully applying her lipstick while her boyfriend watched from the bed. They were supposed to be getting ready for the party, matching outfits and all, but the way her blouse hung open and the way she kept glancing at him made it clear neither of them was in a hurry. “You’re looking good,” he said. “You’re looking good too,” she answered, smiling. “Think I should go like this? Shirt open?” He told her he liked it. She stepped closer, lipstick still in hand, and started teasing him—leaning in, brushing her lips near his, then pulling back just enough to make him chase. “Am I distracting you?” she asked. When he said she could try, she dropped to her knees right there and freed his already hardening cock. She took him into her mouth slowly at first, careful with the fresh lipstick, then deeper, spit starting to shine on the shaft. He groaned and rested a hand in her hair while she sucked him with growing hunger. When she finally pulled off, a string of saliva connected her lips to the head. He pulled her up, bent her over the vanity, and pushed two fingers into her already wet pussy. “How many do you think you can take?” he asked. She moaned and told him to go for three. He stretched her open while she gripped the edge of the counter, makeup forgotten. Then he replaced his fingers with his thick cock and fucked her hard from behind, the wet sound of their bodies filling the bathroom. After a while he pulled out, spit on her tight asshole, and slowly pushed inside. Sarah cried out at the stretch but pushed back for more. “Now that you’ve fucked me in the ass I just want more and more of it,” she gasped. He gave it to her—deep, steady strokes while one hand reached around to rub her clit. She came hard around him, shaking and dripping. They switched positions again: her on her back on the bed with legs spread wide, then riding him so her tits bounced in his face, makeup completely ruined. Near the end he flipped her over once more and pounded her until he pulled out and painted her stomach and the underside of her tits with thick ropes of cum. Afterwards they lay there breathing hard, her lipstick smeared, his shirt wrinkled. “We’re definitely going to be late,” she laughed. “Good,” he answered. “I don’t want to be the first ones at the party anyway.” They never made it out the door that night.