Mom Tonya

Eighteen-year-old Kostik (as everyone called him) didn't consider himself an orphan, although neighbors and acquaintances pitied him. Indeed, his fate was not an easy one. He lost his mother very early. His father spent several years without female warmth and attention, drowning his grief in vodka and practically absent from his son's upbringing. Almost everyone worried about Kostya. Neighbors often invited the shy boy for lunch and even sometimes gave him pocket money. Unfortunately, the neighbors and acquaintances, immersed in their own troubles, couldn't provide Kostya with the necessary attention. At the same time, a young woman with whom Kostya's father

had once worked began to visit their house more and more often. Literally, she got the practically alcoholic father back on his feet, and treated Kostya like a real mother. In fact, he almost called her that – Mom Tonya. Happiness gradually began to come to their home. The father, who had quit drinking, married Antonina, and it seemed nothing could break their established well-being, but then disaster struck again. Kostya's father was diagnosed with a terrible illness, and Antonina and her schoolboy stepson helplessly watched the inexorable decline of their head of the family. The father was gone…

Right after the funeral, everyone for some reason thought that the young and beautiful Antonina would abandon the orphan and run off in search of new happiness, but such an opinion was more than mistaken. She devoted herself entirely to caring for her adopted son. Kostya repaid her with the same selfless love…

Years passed. Kostya came of age, and his still enchanting, forty-year-old stepmother still didn't think about getting married. She confidently believed that although Kostya was eighteen, he was still a child and needed her constant care. Kostya himself grew up to be a very smart and kind guy, though shy and timid. He felt very sorry for his Mom Tonya. Sorry because her happiness with his father had been so brief. The guy knew a lot about sex, even though he was still a virgin himself. He didn't need to be told that his stepmother was also a human being and she also wanted a man, like all normal women. In all the years they had lived without his father, Kostya had never seen strange men come to their house or his stepmother not come home to sleep. Along with his pity for Mom Tonya, he had another feeling that Kostya was very afraid of. Secretly, he wanted Antonina very much. The young man, who masturbated daily, thought of no one else but his loving stepmother. But in real life, he was even afraid to look at her legs, because at the sight of them, his penis instantly stood at attention…

And then one day, his fear of himself was overcome by an irresistible desire. One evening he was sitting in his room, dozing in front of the TV. Antonina was doing her usual household chores.

— Kostik, do you need anything, or should I go take a shower now?" asked the stepmother.

— No, Mom Tonya, thanks. I'm watching TV," replied Kostya.

Water began to gurgle in the bathroom. The guy was no longer interested in the TV. He began to furiously masturbate his penis, imagining how his Mom Tonya was now standing naked under the shower, soaping her beautiful body. A few more moments and Kostya would have cum, but a reckless thought interrupted him. Before this, as mentioned above, he was afraid to do anything more than just think about his stepmother during masturbation, but now the young man felt with enormous force how much he wanted to see his Mom Tonya. Right now. With his penis sticking out of his home pants, he approached the bathroom door. Water was running behind the door. The woman was washing. Carefully examining the door, he discovered that one of the hinges had become loose over time, creating a small crack. Kostya pressed against the crack. To the great regret of the guy, the loose hinge was the lower one, and he could only see a tiny edge of the bathtub, and everything he needed to see was a little to the right. Only a few times did Antonina's bare leg flash in the crack. Her round, full thigh made Kostya's penis turn to stone. He pulled his penis out of his pants and furiously masturbated. Then the stepmother bent over, and two meters away, the guy saw the huge ass of the woman who loved him. It was so big, white, and smooth! Just a little more to the right and Kostik would have seen that very thing, but even these moments were enough for him to be seized by a monstrous orgasm… As soon as the virgin's consciousness returned to normal, he felt insanely ashamed of what he had done. Hanging his head, he returned to his room. How would he look Mom Tonya in the eyes now? This thought tormented him. But as soon as he remembered her full thigh, the edge of her huge ass, his penis stood up again and the feeling of shame faded into the background…

The water in the bathroom stopped running. A couple more minutes passed and Kostik heard the surprised and simultaneously indignant voice of Mom Tonya:

— Kostik, come here, please.

— What's the matter? She was standing with her back to me. She couldn't have noticed I was peeping," the poor guy was frightened. He approached resignedly. Mom Tonya was standing in front of the bathroom door, looking at the floor splattered with semen. In the throes of orgasm, Kostya had simply forgotten to pay attention to where he had spilled his seed, and naturally, all traces of the crime were, as they say, "in plain sight." He guiltily lowered his head. Explaining anything was useless. He wanted to cry or run away. Mom Tonya approached her stepson, gently took his hand, and led him to the room. She turned off the TV. The guy felt that a serious and not very pleasant conversation was coming.

— Well, what interesting thing did you see there?" Antonina asked sternly, but not angrily.

— Didn't see anything, but poured a whole puddle," the woman laughed.

The young man was ready to fall through the floor, but Mom Tonya continued:

— Your classmates probably have been sleeping with girls for a long time, and you're still peeping.

— Well, I might still believe you that this was the first time, but that you don't sleep at night and fiddle with your dick, I certainly know.

— You know?! How?!" Kostik gave himself away completely.

The woman laughed with a clear, ringing laugh.

— There's nothing special about it. Everyone does it, believe me," she said.

— You too?" the guy asked without embarrassment, feeling his penis harden again.

— You know that I haven't had anyone besides your dad since he passed, and I, by the way, am also a human being. But now we're not talking about me. You know perfectly well how much I love you, and of course, I should have started this conversation earlier, but I felt very awkward starting it. I know you haven't had a girl yet, and you're already an adult," the stepmother said tenderly.

With these words, she ran her hand over her stepson's penis.

— Don't be shy with me. Take off your pants," this time Antonina said very, very tenderly and pulled Kostya's pants down along with his underwear herself.

His penis was as hard as a rock. Very gently taking it with just two fingers, the stepmother made a few cautious movements. As if by accident, she ran her free hand over her leg, and the hem of her robe lifted, revealing a full, white, firm thigh. The guy only had to glance at it for a second to feel he was about to cum again. The stepmother understood this too. She stopped masturbating him and whispered softly:

— Don't rush, my dear. Rest for a minute. You probably want to see what I have higher up?

— I really want to! I've never seen you there!" Kostik answered breathlessly.

The stepmother lifted her robe even higher and spread her long legs apart. Kostya's vision darkened from what he saw! Even his wildest fantasies hadn't depicted what his stepmother actually had between her legs. Large lips framed by black hair, crimson petals of the small ones, crowned by the bump of a fleshy clitoris with a head glistening with juices, couldn't tear the young man's bulging eyes away. The woman's clitoris trembled under Kostik's gaze and filled with blood, increasing in size. The clitoral hood slid lower and lower, and the head seemed about to burst from excitement.

— If you want, you can enter me," the stepmother whispered almost inaudibly, lay down on the sofa, spread her legs even wider, and closed her eyes.

Without taking his eyes off the most beloved woman in the world, he carefully climbed onto her. With an experienced hand, Antonina guided her stepson's rock-hard penis into her hot and wet cave. The woman's juices were even dripping down the hair thickly growing on her fleshy labia. But this only excited the guy more. Plunging completely into Mom Tonya, he made a few awkward movements.

— Don't be shy with me, my dear, move faster," the stepmother moaned.

Kostik began working his pelvis with animalistic fury. The stepmother moaned loudly. Beneath them was already a whole puddle from the abundance of secretions from her vagina, which hadn't seen a male penis for so long. Their orgasms came in less than half a minute, but it seemed like an eternity to Kostik. Antonina, feeling the convulsions of the cumming penis, screamed, writhing beneath her stepson. The shots of his thick sperm mixed with the equally convulsive shots of Antonina's secretions, bursting from her blazing hot vagina…

A quarter of an hour passed, and Konstantin, who had become a man that evening, was still lying on his stepmother with his penis inside her. He felt more pleasant than ever, and a light, sweet tremor shook his body…

— My dear son," Mom Tonya said tenderly, "Now you need to find a good girl. I know you're not very good with them, but don't rush – look. And while you're looking, I'll teach you a lot more, and your bride will be a devoted wife to you forever.

With these words, Antonina gently kissed her beloved stepson Konstantin on the lips…