Jack Goes for a Walk

Jack grunted hard when he gave one final thrust into Debra's ass, grinding his crotch up against her supple plastic buttcheeks as his foot-long rod flooded her insides with hot cum.

Debra, who was face-down on the floor with her ass sticking up in the air, just smiled and moaned and drooled into the luxurious pink carpet that half of her face was rubbing up against.

Jack shuddered as his half-minute long orgasm finally ended, and reality quickly returned to him as his eyes focused on the sight in front of him.

Debra, his once-bitchy and overweight stepmom, was now a babbling mess of lust and sex with a body that was now built for naughty fun. Jack felt a bit lost when he first started eating her ass, not really knowing how to move on from such an act with someone as sexy as her. Eventually she pushed his face out from between her wide and bubbly cheeks and **** him down onto his back on the couch. She took the initiative from there. Debra confidently and shamelessly removed the little bits of clothing she had on, being sure to give her son a show in the process, then mounted the teenage boy and proceeded to line his cock up with her tight, bleached, and now lubricated asshole before sitting down on it. Jack had watched in amazement as his fat cock slowly disappeared into her ass, all-the-while wiggling his hips and curling his toes at the tight warm hole that was swallowing up every inch of him. Once she had bottomed out, her face twisted with pleasure, Debra began to bounce on his cock in a reverse-cowgirl position.

Jack just lied back and let it happen, watching his mom's big fake ass bounce on his dick while admiring the side-cleavage from her big fake tits bounce in front of the squealing milf.

It didn't take him long to reach his peak, but just as he was about to cum, Debra would stop bouncing and start grinding her ass against his crotch. Now, while it felt good, it wasn't bringing Jack any closer to orgasm. It just kept edging him until the build-up would die down, and then Debra would go back to bouncing. This happened three times, but when Debra looked back over her shoulder to meet Jack's dumb and confused expression with a giggle and a mischievous smirk the final time, he realized something.

She'd been doing it on purpose.

"Oh, so that's how it is, huh?" Jack had said in genuine frustration, then sat up straight and wrapped his arms around her stomach. He decided to take control of the situation by using his newfound athletic strength to easily lift her up and bring her down to the floor, all while his cock was still buried in her ass. Debra didn't seem to mind at all, giggling like a schoolgirl as she was manhandled by her stepson and eagerly getting on all fours once near the floor. "Quit being a bitch, I'm trying to bust a nut."

And the rest was history.

Jack fucked her in the ass until her arms gave out and he finally came, letting out all of his frustrations on the woman who had ruled over his entire life with an iron fist.

Now she was just a sex-addicted slut with her knees and face digging into the carpet as Jack pulled his half-erect cock from her tight hole, which was left slightly agape as thick globs of cum began to leak from it.

"Whew." He sighed, wiping his forehead and giving Debra's big ass a firm smack as he was sat on his knees behind her. "Damn, I can't tell you how much I needed that."

Jack slowly stood up and chuckled as Debra collapsed onto her side and rolled over onto her back, her big round tits wobbling around on her chest.

"That was fun." Debra giggled. "We should do that again sometime... Speaking of which, wanna go another round?"

"Y'know, I'd love to, but I've got something I-"

"Oh, fuck dad!" Cindy screamed from the kitchen.

They both turned towards that direction of the house, then exchanged glances.

"Oh, looks like dad's home." Jack chuckled. "And it looks like he found Cindy."

"Wait, what?" Debra asked, propping herself up on an elbow. "Why isn't he at work?"

"I made a wish that dad would get a stomach ache and turn around on his way home from work, but as soon as he pulled up into the driveway, he would turn into a very wealthy and very hung strip club owner." Jack said, looking around the very spacious living room around them, one that had fuzzy pink carpet with a primarily white and gold aesthetic throughout all of the very expensive furniture and decor. "And I've gotta say, I'm really liking the vibe of this new house."

Debra stared at him with the dumbest of looks.

"Honey, you're weird." She eventually said, then chuckled and shook her head. "Seriously, I don't know how you come up with this stuff."

"Who knows?" Jack shrugged, continuing to talk despite the moans in the kitchen having turned into full-blown wails. "Anyways, I'd love to stay and fuck, but I've got some things I need to take care of."

"Oh, it's fine, honey." Debra waved him on. "Now that you're dad's home, I think I'll manage."

"And then some." Jack said, then turned and made his way to the home's exit. "Thanks for the fuck, mom!"

"Anytime!" She giggled, squeezing her big fake tits.

When Jack made his way past the kitchen to the front door, he stopped and gawked at the sight going on at the kitchen table. His father Mike, who was as jacked as the Terminator and sporting the largest cock he'd ever seen, was pumping said monstrosity into his bimbo daughter's stretchy cunt as she lay on her back on the length of the table screaming and moaning, and all-the-while Mike was mauling and sucking on her huge round tits like a rabid ape. To Jack, it was just as sexy as it was horrifying, and he couldn't tell if the mindless, open-mouthed expression on Cindy's helpless face was that of one begging for more, or begging for help.

Because of this, the eighteen-year-old dork ran out of the front door like he'd just set a paper bag of flaming crap by the neighbor's front door and didn't want to get caught.

Jack knew that Cindy would be fine physically, however, he couldn't say the same for her mind... He wasn't sure. Cindy was either going to thank him or kill him when the two crossed paths again, but that was a problem for Future Jack. Right then, Present Jack had other things on his mind, and he knew exactly where he was going next.

Standing on the sidewalk in front of his large house and perfect yard without a shred of clothing on his body, Jack crossed his arms and prepared himself.

"Boo." Theta said flatly, suddenly standing next to the tall young man with her arms crossed behind her back and expressionlessly facing straight ahead, just as he was. "Scared you."

"Did not." Jack said, annoyed.

"You didn't flinch this time, but your pulse spiked for a moment."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

Jack turned to her and raised an eyebrow.

"I was kidding." She said, turning to face him. "So, I'll assume that you want to go and visit your love interest?"

"I, uh..." Jack said, blushing and caught off guard by the way his genie identified one of his oldest friends. "I wouldn't exactly call her that, but yeah. It's time to go see Vicky."

"Understood." Theta nodded. "How would you like to travel to her apartment?"

"Well that's the idea."

"Apologies, but I mean, by which means would you like to travel?"

"Oh... Well, I guess I could borrow my dad's car." Jack said, glancing over to his father's immaculate sports car in the driveway with an eager grin.

Jack blinked.

"Then again, I could just walk, or hitchhike. It'd be a good opportunity to play around with some wishes." He said with a shrug, turning back to his genie.

"As you wish, Jack."

Jack blinked again, and Theta was gone.