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Hi step-Aunt Vanessa Cage, I greet her as she strolls into the kitchen in a red-and-blue bikini. She wonders how my step-mom can afford this place. I tell her the truth straight out: I help Cory make videos for her membership site. She pays me to be her stunt cock. Vanessa nearly chokes on her words—porn? Here? I nod. Crazy money, I say. Nobody else knows. She tilts her head, already calculating. Think your mom would mind if you filmed a few scenes with me? I grin. She’s gone a whole week. She leans closer. One scene won’t cut it; five, maybe ten to start the account off right. We walk into the bedroom. I give her the order of play: strip-tease, masturbation, blowjob, then sex. The red light flicks on. Vanessa dances first, hips rolling, then peels the bikini top away. Her tits spill free, heavy and perfect for the lens. The bottoms drop next. Naked, she drops onto the bed in missionary, fingers gliding between her folds as she plays for the camera. I step in, rub her clit in slow circles until her breath catches. Pants off. She swallows my cock on the first thrust, tongue warm, sucking until I’m rigid. I flip her flat again and bury myself to the hilt, hips snapping. She sits up, cleans me with her mouth, then turns onto all fours. Doggy this time—skin slapping, her ass rippling every time I bottom out. When the scene ends I leave her flushed and tell her I’m off to edit. Two peach dresses sit side by side on the same bed days later—Cory and Vanessa, knees touching. Vanessa lays it out: Luke said you shoot porn together, and he and I already filmed. Cory’s face tightens. You fucked my step-son? Vanessa smirks. So do you. Cory laughs, genuinely surprised—Luke lied. They only film Pokémon openings; Cory’s the “Milf Card Hunter” online. Vanessa’s mouth falls open. Cory tugs the straps of Vanessa’s dress until her breasts spring free, then kisses her. You stole my business partner. Vanessa drags Cory’s dress down in return, fingers greedy. They’re back in college, tongues sliding, heat rising. Cory lies back; Vanessa strips the g-string and licks her sister until Cory comes hard against her mouth. They swap. Cory kisses Vanessa’s nipples, then eats her until she shudders and cries out. Cory calls my name just as I walk through the door. I find them naked, flushed, legs tangled. What are you two—? Vanessa cuts me off, furious. You lied about filming porn with Cory! Cory adds her own complaint: You never even asked me to fuck. I drop my shorts without another word. Cory takes me straight into her throat, working me stiff, then climbs aboard. Bald, wet, she rides cowgirl, tits bouncing. Vanessa waits her turn, then mounts me the same way. Cory flips, rides reverse, ass cheeks spreading. Vanessa follows, her heavier cheeks clapping down on me until her thighs shake. I suggest a threesome series. They both like the sound of that. Cory rides again while Vanessa watches, fingers teasing herself. Then Vanessa takes over, grinding reverse. I slide free, Cory licks me clean, then they both lie at the edge of the mattress, legs spread. I fuck Cory first, then Vanessa, then switch back, tits in my palms. They beg me to empty my balls. I ask Cory if I can finish in Vanessa’s mouth; she says yes, as long as Vanessa feeds it to her after. I drive deep, pull out, stroke once, twice—paint Vanessa’s tongue white. She turns, spits every drop into Cory’s open mouth, and they swallow together while the camera keeps rolling.
Hi step-Aunt Vanessa Cage, I greet her as she strolls into the kitchen in a red-and-blue bikini. She wonders how my step-mom can afford this place. I tell her the truth straight out: I help Cory make videos for her membership site. She pays me to be her stunt cock. Vanessa nearly chokes on her words—porn? Here? I nod. Crazy money, I say. Nobody else knows. She tilts her head, already calculating. Think your mom would mind if you filmed a few scenes with me? I grin. She’s gone a whole week. She leans closer. One scene won’t cut it; five, maybe ten to start the account off right. We walk into the bedroom. I give her the order of play: strip-tease, masturbation, blowjob, then sex. The red light flicks on. Vanessa dances first, hips rolling, then peels the bikini top away. Her tits spill free, heavy and perfect for the lens. The bottoms drop next. Naked, she drops onto the bed in missionary, fingers gliding between her folds as she plays for the camera. I step in, rub her clit in slow circles until her breath catches. Pants off. She swallows my cock on the first thrust, tongue warm, sucking until I’m rigid. I flip her flat again and bury myself to the hilt, hips snapping. She sits up, cleans me with her mouth, then turns onto all fours. Doggy this time—skin slapping, her ass rippling every time I bottom out. When the scene ends I leave her flushed and tell her I’m off to edit. Two peach dresses sit side by side on the same bed days later—Cory and Vanessa, knees touching. Vanessa lays it out: Luke said you shoot porn together, and he and I already filmed. Cory’s face tightens. You fucked my step-son? Vanessa smirks. So do you. Cory laughs, genuinely surprised—Luke lied. They only film Pokémon openings; Cory’s the “Milf Card Hunter” online. Vanessa’s mouth falls open. Cory tugs the straps of Vanessa’s dress until her breasts spring free, then kisses her. You stole my business partner. Vanessa drags Cory’s dress down in return, fingers greedy. They’re back in college, tongues sliding, heat rising. Cory lies back; Vanessa strips the g-string and licks her sister until Cory comes hard against her mouth. They swap. Cory kisses Vanessa’s nipples, then eats her until she shudders and cries out. Cory calls my name just as I walk through the door. I find them naked, flushed, legs tangled. What are you two—? Vanessa cuts me off, furious. You lied about filming porn with Cory! Cory adds her own complaint: You never even asked me to fuck. I drop my shorts without another word. Cory takes me straight into her throat, working me stiff, then climbs aboard. Bald, wet, she rides cowgirl, tits bouncing. Vanessa waits her turn, then mounts me the same way. Cory flips, rides reverse, ass cheeks spreading. Vanessa follows, her heavier cheeks clapping down on me until her thighs shake. I suggest a threesome series. They both like the sound of that. Cory rides again while Vanessa watches, fingers teasing herself. Then Vanessa takes over, grinding reverse. I slide free, Cory licks me clean, then they both lie at the edge of the mattress, legs spread. I fuck Cory first, then Vanessa, then switch back, tits in my palms. They beg me to empty my balls. I ask Cory if I can finish in Vanessa’s mouth; she says yes, as long as Vanessa feeds it to her after. I drive deep, pull out, stroke once, twice—paint Vanessa’s tongue white. She turns, spits every drop into Cory’s open mouth, and they swallow together while the camera keeps rolling.
