Take her

Libitina has set up the stage for you to take this woman so it would be a waste to squander the chance. You approach the woman and begin fondling her breats

"Your Majes...ty...we shouldn't be doing this."

"Why not" you say, "aren't you enjoying it?"

"That's not the point, I'm, married and I..." Irene's words trails into a moan as you press your hand against her mound.

You grab the fabric covering her lower part and rip it away, exposing her pussy.

"Look at her pussy. It's wet from anticipation," Libitina says as Irene covers her face in shame. "Why don't you taste it?"

If someone else said it, you would have objected, saying that it is an affront to your reputation. But hearing Libitina say it made you really want to taste Irene's nectar. You push her gently to s nearby sofa, spread open her legs and dive into her pussy.

"No.... You can't do this with me, please... I'm married, I.. oh.. my god. It... feels good... My head... blank..." Irene moans as she runs her fingers through your scalp. Then her orgasm hit her, rippling . through her cunt, through her thighs.

Taking that as the opportunity, you quickly line up your dick at the entrance of her pussy and push it in. Your intrusion causes another smaller but still intense climax in the woman under you.

After a moment, Irene regains awareness of her surroundings. She looks at you in shock, and then look down at the hips where your bodies are joined. She gasps at the sight of your dick half way buried inside her. "What are you doing, sir? Please get of me!"

You pull away slowly... and then push inside her as hard as possible, causing her to gasp as your dick is fully inside.

Libitina rubs Irene's head comfortingly. "My son can be a hard headed, and even his smaller head is hard too. You can't help feeling good with him inside of you, right?"

"Yes... But I'm married," Irene saya as she covers her face.

"Let me help you," your stepmother coaxes as she deliberately took Irene's left hand, the one with her wedding band, and put it on your left bum. And then she did the same with the other hand. "Now, as my son plow through your fertile garden, he will remain mindful that you are someone's wife."

Taking that as a sign, you gently and slowly move in and out of Irene, eliciting gasps and moans from her as the illicit mating starts.