Chapter 40:
After dealing with the trash,
Max looked at his stepmom and said,
"Let's not spoil our mood because of some trash. Didn't we come here for the date? Let's continue."
Chris's eyes softened instantly as she smiled. "I'd love that, baby," she replied softly, her voice full of warm affection and barely hidden hunger.
She hooked her arm around his, pressing her lush, heavy tits close against him like a devoted girlfriend.
And so, the two continued their date, strolling through the bustling LA streets.
The two were already good-looking enough to be models, but after being nourished and fucked every night, they looked absolutely out of this world.
Max's devilishly handsome face and ripped body paired perfectly with Chris's stunning, seductive beauty.
Her curves were even more mouth-watering now, her fat ass swaying with every step, her massive tits straining against her dress.
The combination of such a devilishly handsome young stud and a jaw-droppingly hot milf bombshell turned heads everywhere they went.
People whispered and stared openly at the gorgeous couple with the noticeable age gap, eyes wide with envy and lust.
Every guy who looked got instantly entranced by Chris's charming, fuckable beauty, imagining themselves in Max's position, being all lovey-dovey with such a knockout milf, while every woman got soaked just staring at his otherworldly face, and hot body.
No one could blame them, after all, they were just that damn charming and irresistibly hot.
However, all they could do was daydream and imagine.
The couple, lost in their own little world, did not care one bit.
No one was stupid enough to interrupt the two.
Most people had enough self-knowledge, and those who did not, would learn their place.
Anyway...amidst all the gazes, they wandered into a stylish boutique filled with provocative outfits.
Looking at the different sets of dresses in front of him, Max stared at his stepmom, imagining her wearing these slutty pieces just for him.
Picturing all kinds of cosplay and sexy outfits: tight nurse uniform with cleavage spilling out, skimpy bunny suit with fluffy tail and fishnets, barely-there lingerie, seductive airhostess dress, maid costume, schoolgirl skirt that barely covered her juicy ass, and so much more...his cock throbbed in his pants
He picked up a skimpy black lingerie set, the kind that left almost nothing to the imagination, and held it up with a playful, hungry grin. "You should try this one, Mom. And the bunny outfit over there too. I want to see you in it later... and then fuck you senseless while you're still wearing it."
Hearing his explicit words and feeling his heated, possessive gaze,
Chris bit her lip, a hot flush rising in her cheeks.
Knowing that her baby desired her so much made her dripping wet.
However, she didn't refuse.
It was always good to do some naughty stuff like this to keep the relationship extra crispy.
As she looked at the different dresses, her eyes fell upon a sharp tailored suit and some tight pants that would hug his powerful thighs and bulge perfectly.
Her eyes sparkled with the same raw desire.
She glanced at him, imagining how devastatingly hot he would look in a sharp suit or those tailored pants that would cling to his thick cock and muscular ass.
Women had such desires for their man too, especially when that man was the most good-looking, hung stud on the planet.
"Only if you let me pick some things for you too," She teased in a husky tone. "A nice coat and those pants... Just thinking about it is driving me crazy." She licked her lips unconsciously, her hand brushing against his as they added the sexy pieces to their basket.
Tiny lace teddies that would barely cover her cunt and tits.
A sheer black bodysuit that would leave her nipples and pussy lips visible. Fishnet stockings to wrap around her long legs.
Tiny lace teddies, a sheer black bodysuit that would leave nothing to the imagination, fishnet stockings, the slutty bunny costume with ears and tail, a red micro nurse outfit, a sexy policewoman set with handcuffs, and a barely-there maid apron.
Max did not refuse.
After all, desires went both ways. He lusted after her like a beast, and she lusted after him just as hard.
He liked her, she liked him — and they both loved fucking each other senseless every chance they got.
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Max picked up a dress and leaned in close, so only she could hear him.
"Mom... why don't you show me how you look in them? Go try one on.
Right now."
Chris’s cheeks flushed hot as she bit her lip, nodded, and picked up the skimpy black lingerie set he had chosen first.
The sheer lace bra and crotchless panties that would leave her heavy tits and smooth pussy completely exposed once the tiny pieces were on.
She could feel the gazes from the female staff, gazes that made her so wet that she felt like dripping.
After giving him a seductive look, she slipped into one of the private changing rooms at the back.
Meanwhile, Max stared at her sexy curves as she walked, then looked at the staff, pondering what to do.
Although it was an all female staff, people would come...and he didn't have the hobby of showing his women's sexiness to the others.
So, maybe I should..
"Max."
Before he could make the decision, he heard a seductive voice from the changing room, and immediately made his decision.
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The boutique was upscale, the room spacious and elegant with soft golden lighting, a plush velvet bench, and a large full-length mirror on the main wall that reflected everything perfectly.
Angled side mirrors and reflective panels let her see herself from every seductive angle.
Christina stripped out of her dress, her full, heavy tits bouncing free, nipples already stiff.
She slipped into the tiny black lace bra that barely contained her fat fuckbags and the matching crotchless panties.
The thin straps framed her juicy, plump ass perfectly as she turned in front of the mirror, admiring how utterly fuckable she looked.
Then she smiled wickedly and called out in a sweet, innocent voice just loud enough for her stepson to hear.
"Max."
Immediately after, she heard the footsteps closing in, and said.
"Baby? The clasp on this bra... it's not opening right. Can you come help me for a second?"
Max’s cock instantly hardened in his pants as he glanced at the staff.
With a subtle gesture and a few quiet words, the boutique employees seemed to zone out, moving slowly and paying no attention to anything near the changing rooms.
After dealing with any trouble, he slipped inside the open door and locked it behind him.
The moment he saw her, his breath caught.
Chris stood there in the tiny black lingerie, her massive tits spilling over the lace, her smooth, puffy cunt lips already glistening and visible through the crotchless panties.
Her fat ass looked even juicier from behind in the mirrors.
Feeling his hot gaze, she smiled wickedly into the mirror, bent a little, swaying her plump ass.
"Baby? The clasp on this bra... isn't opening right. Can you come help Mommy for a second?"
Fuck.
Max’s cock slammed against his zipper. He approached her from behind, his breath catching as he took in the view.
Her smooth, plump pussy lips were already glistening and fully visible through the gap in the lace.
"Fuck... Mom..." he growled, his hands anchoring on her hips. "Where is it not opening right?"
Chris turned slowly in his grip, ensuring every angle of her nakedness was captured by the side mirrors. "Right here, baby. No matter how much I try, it won't open right. I need you to open it wide for me."
Sliding her hand down her stomach, she dipped two fingers between her thighs, parting her swollen, dripping lips to expose the soaking, pink heat winking at him. "Why don't you help Mommy open up completely...?"
Max snapped as he pinned her against the wall, his hands crushing her breasts through the thin lace.
His mouth crashed onto hers in a savage, possessive kiss while his hand slid down, plunging two fingers directly into her drenched, scorching depths.
"You're soaking wet and it's still not open," He muttered roughly against her lips. "Such a greedy, slutty hole."
Chris moaned into his mouth, grinding her voluptuous backside against the hard ridge in his trousers.
"Mm... it is greedy, baby. Fill it up with that massive hammer of yours. Pound Mommy open."
Spun around to face the main mirror, she gasped as Max yanked the fabric aside and freed his rigid, throbbing length, letting it slap heavily against her thighs.
He dragged the broad, wet head up and down her slick folds, coating the shaft in her excess cream.
"Mom."
"Mm..?"
"People are walking right past that door."
"So...?"
"So," he whispered softly, "you have to be quiet."
Chris’s eyes locked onto their reflection as he buried his full length inside her in one slow, relentless thrust.
Her jaw dropped in a silent scream of pure ecstasy as her tight walls stretched completely around his massive girth.
Every deep plunge bottomed out, stretching her insides perfectly.
The mirrors multiplied the debauchery—her breasts swinging wildly, her face contorted in pleasure, his thick shaft disappearing entirely into her soaked pussy over and over.
He kept the pace brutal but controlled, one hand clamped firmly over her mouth to swallow her muffled shrieks, the other gripping her hip to anchor her against his rhythmic, heavy thuds.
With every deep plunge, his cock slammed deep into her cunt, slamming against her cervix.
However, just as they were about to get lost in pleasure.
Suddenly, the sharp sound of female voices filtered through the thin partition from the adjacent stall.
"...this color looks awful on me, right? These lights make everything look cheap."
Another voice laughed, "Girl, try the black one. It hugs the waist perfectly. My husband is going to lose his mind."
Footsteps paused just outside their specific door and Chris’s pupils dilated. Her internal muscles spasmed, clenching around Max's cock like a vice.
"Tch. Look at this slutty pussy clamping down," Max growled directly into her ear, his pace never wavering. "You love getting plowed like this, don't you? Knowing anyone out there could hear you."
Chris couldn't even form a thought; the relentless, deep driving of his shaft stole all her air.
Her eyes grew glassy and unfocused as she watched herself getting railed from three different angles in the glass.
Her muffled cries dissolved into pathetic, trembling whimpers against his palm.
Max reached around, his thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing in tight, aggressive circles, angling his thrusts so the head of his cock ruthlessly dragged against her womb.
"Hey, are you okay in there? I’m hearing some strange noises..." a concerned female voice called out from right outside the curtain.
The sudden voice shattered Chris’s composure. Her body went into violent tremors, her pussy pulsing frantically around his shaft as an overwhelming wave of pleasure threatened to break her.
Max also barely held back from unloading as he slowed his rhythm just enough to keep from slipping out, keeping his full weight buried inside her, his hand locking her jaw shut, muffling her cries.
After a few seconds of climax.
"I-I’m fine..." Chris managed to choke out, her voice fractured and trembling. "Just... mm... the dress is incredibly tight in the waist... I’m okay, thank you..."
"Do you need me to bring a size up?"
"No!" Panic spiked her adrenaline, her voice dropping into a desperate tone before she caught herself. "It's fine...
I can manage it... mmm... don't want to waste your time..."
The figure outside paused, then sighed softly. "Alright, just making sure, honey. These designer pieces can be tricky. Let me know if you change your mind."
As the footsteps finally receded, Chris nearly collapsed, her legs turning to jelly from the terrifying, exhilarating rush.
Her walls clamped down in a fierce, crushing grip, and Max immediately capitalized, driving into her with a sudden, vicious burst of speed.
Christina was entirely swept away.
She bit down on her own knuckles to keep from screaming as a violent, messy orgasm violently claimed her body.
Squirts of hot fluids gushed around his shaft, dripping down her thighs and soaking into the carpet while her chest heaved in the mirror.
Max didn't stop, ruthlessly pounding through her climax to chase his own release.
However, even though he wanted nothing more than to blast his seed deep into her womb, his possessive nature overrode the urge.
Although the thought of having his woman walking back into the city streets with his cum leaking down her legs was a hot one, but with the amount he pours daily, coupled with her own, it would put her into a compromising position.
So, better not.
At the absolute last second, he pulled out with a wet snap, spun her around, and forced her down onto her knees. He stroked his rigid, dripping length right against her lips. "Open wide, Mom. Take your baby’s load."
Without a second of hesitation, Chris dropped her jaw, her tongue out like an eager, obedient pet, her eyes locked onto his pulsing tip.
Max lost his grip on his restraint. Thick, heavy ropes of hot cum erupted from his shaft, painting her tongue, her lips, and flushing over her cheeks.
Spurt after spurt flooded her throat.
Stray strands landed across her breasts, dripping down her stiff nipples.
Chris gripped the base of his shaft, wrapping her lips around the head to catch the remaining heat, swallowing greedily.
She gulped down the thick torrent, ensuring every drop went down her throat.
When his cock finally stopped twitching, she meticulously swirled her tongue around the tip, licking it completely clean.
Covered in white, she looked up at him with a thoroughly debauched smile, used her fingers to scoop the stray cream from her heaving chest, bringing it to her lips and sucking them clean with a soft moan.
"Mm... delicious," She purred, her eyes dark with lingering lust. "Your load is always so thick, baby. Mommy can never get enough..."
The visual of his elegant stepmom acting like an absolute, well-fucked whore made Max’s shaft throb in need.
Chris knew that one time was far from enough, as she stood up, pressing her messy, slick chest flush against his shirt, whispering hotly, "Baby... do you want more?"
Max's jaw clenched. "Mm."
"Mm...Mommy also wants more.
I want that fat cock stretching me again. I want you to bend me over our bed and pound this greedy cunt until I squirt all over."
She ground her thigh teasingly against his bulge, her voice a low, seductive purr. "So don't pity me."
Fuck!
Just as Max was about to teach her a lesson, Chris paused, as if thinking about something.
"But...let's not do it here, baby. After all, we can't scream and go wild here, can we?"
Hearing the words, Max also thought it was not a good place.
Even though her body's reactions under tension were quite stimulating.
After all those nights of full-blown debauchery, they've both addicted to being absolute animals.
How could they handle restraint?
"And we've already wasted so much time in this tiny room..."
"Yeah .."
Max's hands tightened on ass, his breathing ragged, "Get dressed.
Let's go home."
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(It's the last sex scene and then we move on to the next target.)