My religious stepmother assists me in reaching climax prior to Sunday service to prevent any further embarrassment

As the holy day dawned, my devout stepmother caught me in a compromising state, her eyes wide with shock at the sight of my arousal. The church beckoned, and I dared not risk any unsavory incidents. With a stern glare, she marched me to the bedroom, her ample ass swaying as she led me over the bed, her voluptuous curves accentuated by her form-fitting dress. Her mature bosom and ample derriere were a sight to behold, a stark contrast to her pious demeanor. She bent over, presenting her ample ass, and I wasted no time in plunging my throbbing member into her. The rhythm of our lovemaking intensified as we climbed the ladder of pleasure, culminating in a heated climax that left her shapely ass filled with my seed. The sight of her, still clad in her Sunday best, was a testament to the carnal desires that lay beneath her religious veneer. Our forbidden rendezvous was a secret kept safe, a tantalizing prelude to the sanctity of the church service that followed.