Love of an Ex-Stepfather
"Bobby!" I moaned his name again. His velvet ring gripped tighter around my aching shaft as I pounded him deeper into the bed sheets. "Oh, Bobby! Mfh! Bobby, I--ohhhmfh!" "Fuck me, Robert!" he whimpered out repeatedly with an occasional variation of,...
Ex-Stepfather
The rest of our family and friends still saw me as his father figure, even without the divorce, him being above the age of consent, being mentally sound and being unrelated to his former stepparent.