A workaround

“We can’t fuck” Tessa sounded disappointed as she said it. And Jim was too, though he never expected in a million years that the world would grant him the ability to fuck his gorgeous step-mom. “But I have an idea…” Tessa smirked and glanced down at the huge tent-pole in Jim’s boxers. “Take it out.”

Jim didn’t question or hesitate. But the moment his cock hit the cold night air and became visible to Tessa, everything became as surreal as possible. There it was. She could see it.

Tessa threw off her blanket, exposing her epic breasts and panty-clad hips to Jim. He’d seen them yesterday and today but that was sneaking a peak. Now they were right there, presented to him openly.

As he stared at them, Tessa swung her leg over him, straddling him, and pressed her crotch against his upward-pointed cock.

Then she started to grind, and moan. She bit her lip and closed her eyes.

Jim had no intention of closing his eyes. He watched as Tessa’s breasts heaved up and down with delight. He marveled as his member pressed into the crease of Tessa’s panties where her slit was.

“Mmmm…. Oh yes…” Tessa was lost in desire. Her hands gripped Jim’s body.

Jim desperately wanted to reach up and grab her tits but he didn’t know where the line was. He watched as her wet panties rubbed against his hard cock. How could one even comprehend where a line was supposed to be? So he kept his hands on her hips.

After minutes after minutes of grinding, Tessa’s moans morphed into whispers, “Please… please…”

Jim’s mind exploded with possibilities. Please what? ‘Please fuck me?’ Or maybe ‘Please don’t let this go too far?’

Tessa opened her eyes and looked intensely at her step-son.