Rimjob

The older woman stayed seated on John’s still-hard cock for a long moment, feeling the thick pulse of him inside her even after he’d flooded her. Cum leaked out around his shaft in slow, warm rivulets that soaked the sheets beneath them. She rolled her hips once more, a lazy grind that made him twitch, then looked down at his face with a soft, knowing smile.

“What do you want now, birthday boy?” she asked, voice low and husky. Her fingers traced idle circles over his chest. “Tell me.”

John’s breathing was still uneven. “I just… want to come again,” he managed.

She clicked her tongue, amusement flickering in her eyes. “We can do that. Of course we can. But you must want more than that.” She leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear. “What’s the wildest fantasy you’ve ever jerked off to? The one that makes you lose control every time. Don’t hold back.”

John swallowed. Heat flooded his face, but the words came out anyway, rough and honest. “In porn… I always loved it when the girl licked the guy’s asshole. Rimmed him. Really went for it.”

Her smile widened, slow and wicked. “Is that so?”

She lifted herself off him with a wet, sliding sound. His cock sprang free, still rigid and glistening with a thick mix of his cum and her juices. A heavy string of their combined fluids stretched between them before breaking and dripping onto his stomach. She swung one leg over and knelt beside him on the bed, looking down at Olivia.

“You heard him,” she said softly. “Get between his legs. Lick his ass.”

Olivia froze. Her eyes flicked from her mother’s face to John’s thick, shiny cock and the shadowed cleft beneath his heavy balls. Color rushed into her cheeks. She hesitated, lips parting but no sound coming out.

John’s voice cut in, low and careful. “Olivia… you don’t have to. Seriously. If you don’t want to—”

Her stepmother’s hand shot out. Fingers tangled hard in Olivia’s blonde ponytail, yanking her forward. Olivia gasped as her face was shoved down between John’s spread thighs. The older woman’s grip was iron, forcing Olivia’s mouth against the warm, musky skin just behind his balls.

“She does have to,” the stepmother said, voice calm but absolute. “Because this is what he wants. And we do whatever he wants. Open your mouth.”

Olivia’s breath stuttered hot against him. The scent was intense—sweat, sex, the lingering salt of his earlier releases, and the deeper, darker musk of his hole. Her stepmother used her free hand to spread John’s cheeks wider, exposing the tight, wrinkled ring of muscle. It flexed slightly under the sudden cool air.

“Tongue out,” the older woman ordered. “Lick. Now.”

Olivia’s tongue flicked out tentatively at first, a shy, wet stripe across the sensitive skin just below his balls. John groaned, hips twitching. Her stepmother shoved harder, grinding Olivia’s face deeper into the cleft until her nose was pressed against his taint and her mouth was sealed over his asshole.

“Better,” the stepmother murmured. “Now do it properly. Flat tongue. Long, slow licks. Taste him.”

Olivia obeyed. Her tongue flattened and dragged upward from the base of his crack, over the tight pucker, and higher. The flavor was sharp, intimate, unmistakably male—salt and musk and the faint metallic tang of clean skin. She licked again, slower this time, feeling the ring of muscle flutter under the wet heat of her tongue.

John’s hands fisted in the sheets. A deep, guttural sound left his throat. “Fuck…”

Her stepmother kept her grip firm in Olivia’s hair, controlling the angle, forcing her deeper. “Suck on it a little. Seal your lips around him and push your tongue inside. He wants to feel it.”

Olivia’s lips parted wider. She pressed an open-mouthed kiss directly against his hole, then pushed the tip of her tongue against the tight entrance. The muscle resisted for a second before yielding, letting her slip inside. Heat and pressure closed around the intrusion. She worked her tongue deeper in short, wet thrusts, swirling and prodding while her lips stayed sealed against him in a messy, sucking seal.

John’s thighs trembled on either side of her head. His cock jerked hard against his stomach, leaking a thick bead of precum that slid down the underside of his shaft. The wet sounds of Olivia’s rimjob filled the room—soft, filthy, rhythmic. Saliva ran down over his balls and soaked into the sheets.

The older woman watched with dark, hungry eyes, one hand still locked in her daughter’s hair, the other sliding down to stroke John’s cock in slow, tight pumps. “That’s it. Make it good for him. Get him nice and wet. He deserves it.”

Olivia’s face was flushed deep red, tears of effort pricking at the corners of her eyes from the intensity of the position, but she didn’t pull away. Her tongue kept working—long, greedy strokes across the sensitive ring, then deep, probing thrusts that made John’s hole clench and flutter around the invasion. Every time she pushed inside, a low, broken moan tore from his chest.

His hips started to rock, grinding his ass against her mouth. The stepmother’s hand tightened in Olivia’s hair, holding her exactly where she was needed while she stroked John faster, thumb smearing the precum over the swollen head.

“Keep going,” the older woman whispered. “He’s getting close again already. Don’t you dare stop until he’s ready.”