Stepping In To Help

Tyler’s stuck with his busted arm in a sling. He tries jacking off left-handed and it’s fucking hopeless. His strokes are clumsy, he can’t get the grip right, and every few seconds he cusses under his breath. His stepmom August walks past the cracked door, hears the frustrated grunts, and peeks in. She bites her lip, figures what the hell, and offers the obvious fix. Tyler figures one good hand beats two bad ones, so he nods. August slides onto the couch next to him, frees his cock from those stupid pajama pants, and starts stroking—long, sure pulls, thumb rubbing over the head each time her fist reaches the tip. His hips jump like he’s plugged into a socket. She smirks, gives his balls a playful squeeze, then swings a leg over his thighs and settles her big, warm tits around his shaft. She squeezes them together, spit-slick, and rocks her body, sliding that tight, soft valley up and down until he’s panting and leaking all over her skin. When his breathing breaks, she leans in, licking the head on every upstroke. That finishes it. Tyler stiffens, grunts her name, and paints her tits in thick, hot ropes while she keeps pumping until he’s dry.