So What If She's My Stepmom!

Johnny Love walks through the door after school and his stepmom Kate Dalia damn near attacks him with hugs, tits shoved right in his face. Dad’s gone, she says, hand sliding up his thigh with zero shame. He tries to pull back—got a girlfriend, after all—but she’s smiling like she owns him. They could still mess around, no one has to know, right? Johnny tells her he’s grown up now, can’t be balls-deep in his stepmom anymore. She looks stung and storms off to the shower. Alone, he calls himself a fucking idiot: pussy’s pussy, why turn down what he used to beg for? He checks the driveway, hears the water running, then hurries to the bathroom. The glass door’s open, steam rolling out, Kate already naked and dripping. He peels off his clothes in two seconds flat. They mash mouths like they’ve been starving. Hands roam. She drops, lips wrapped around his cock and then his balls while she jerks the shaft slick with spit. He throws a towel down. She turns, plants her palms on the wall, and backs that tight ass straight onto him. Every thrust punches a moan out of her; she’s soaking, clenching, shaking through orgasm because she’s wanted this cock for months. Johnny’s hips slam harder and faster until his balls tighten and he pumps rope after rope straight up inside her hot, pulsing cunt. He stays buried, breathing heavy, feeling her walls milk every last drop.