Climbing Lesson With Stepmom
Stepmom gives her hung stepson a sloppy belay then begs for his thick creampie.
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The late afternoon sun baked the sandstone cliffs as Vanessa hauled the last of their gear from the truck, her athletic frame moving with the easy power of two decades spent scaling rock. At forty-two she still had the lean, corded muscles of a serious climber, her sports bra damp with sweat that traced shiny paths between full breasts and down the taut plane of her stomach. She glanced over at Jake, her twenty-two-year-old stepson, and felt the familiar low clench between her thighs. He was unloading the ropes, shirt already off, broad shoulders flexing, the deep V of his hips disappearing into harness pants that did nothing to hide the heavy swing of his cock. Even soft it looked thick, a blunt outline that had haunted her for months.
His stepdad and stepsister were three states away on a college visit. The cabin was theirs alone for the weekend. Vanessa had planned it that way.
“Nice rack,” Jake said, nodding at the cliff face but his eyes stayed on her chest a beat too long. He grinned, unashamed.
Vanessa let her gaze drop openly to the bulge packing the front of his pants. “Yours isn’t bad either, kid.” The words came out huskier than she intended. She watched his cock twitch under the thin fabric and felt her pussy lips slide slick against each other.
They hiked to the base of the route in charged silence. The tent went up fast; they would share it. No point pretending otherwise when the air already smelled like sex waiting to happen. Inside the nylon walls Vanessa stripped to her sports bra and tiny climbing shorts, knowing exactly how the damp fabric clung to her shaved cunt. Jake’s eyes never left her as he changed into his harness. The padded leg loops framed his package obscenely, the thick ridge of his shaft running halfway down his thigh.
“Jesus, Mom,” he muttered, voice rough. “You keep staring like that and I’m gonna pop a hole in these pants.”
Vanessa stepped close enough that her nipples brushed his bare chest. “Then maybe you should take them off later. For now, get on the wall. I’m belaying.”