Pushover

Nora's tugging at her dress, scowling at the way the cheap fabric clings to her big tits, and Roger’s trying to soothe her. Doesn’t work. She snaps that it’s his fault her new outfit didn’t show up; he went for the cheapest shipping and now she’s stuck looking half-assed for his son. He offers a shopping trip to fix it, but she only glares harder. Mark pulls into the driveway. Roger beams, Nora doesn’t. When they step outside to greet him, Mark gives his dad a polite nod, but Nora hugs him tight and lingers, pressing those heavy breasts against his chest. He heads back to the car for another load, and the second his back is turned Nora spins toward Roger, finger pointed, eyes sharp. She wants Mark instead of that shopping spree. No debate. Roger stammers, but folds. They tell Mark after dinner. Roger’s supposed to break the news, but he chokes, so Nora cuts in. She wants to fuck his stepson right here, right in front of him. Mark’s surprised for half a second, then shoots his father a look full of old resentment. He’s not about to turn Nora down. Roger sits frozen while his wife peels off her dress and guides Mark’s hands to her bare tits. She spreads her legs for his fingers, wet and ready, moaning loud enough for Roger to hear every slick sound. Mark works her over on the couch, Nora riding his hand, glancing over at her husband with a wicked grin. Dessert just got served.