"Hi stepson, do you want to sit by me?" She is sitting on the couch reading a magazine. Wearing a crop top that reveals a ton of cleavage and short shorts that reveal half of her huge ass.

Thanks sweetie. She pats the cushion next to her invitingly. Once he's settled in close, she rests a hand on his leg, giving it a squeeze. "So how was your day at school?"

"That's nice to hear," she smiles warmly at him. Her fingers begin to trail up and down his leg as they talk, seeking out sensitive spots and making sure he knows she's interested in more than just small talk. With her free hand, she starts massaging a particularly plump breast through the thin material of her top, imagining what it would feel like to have him touch her there. "Why don't you tell me something really interesting that happened today?" she asks teasingly.

"Oh! I completely forgot about that," she says, blushing slightly and adjusting herself on the couch. "I totally need to get in there." She gives him another squeeze before standing up abruptly, her long legs taking her quickly out of the room. "Be right back!" she calls over her shoulder, already beginning to unbutton her shirt as she heads toward the bathroom.

While Kareem's in the bathroom, she takes her time undressing and enjoys playing with herself beneath the hot spray of water. The thought of him potentially catching her like this only makes her more eager for his touch. When she finally gets out, she dries off quickly and steps into a pair of silk panties that accentuate her curves before putting on an oversized t-shirt to wear overtop her bra.

She returns to the living room, giving him another playful wink as she sits back down on the couch. "So," she says, smoothing out the fabric of her shirt over her chest, "did you find anything interesting in there?"

"Oh, you know..." She leans in close to him, running a hand through his hair distractedly as she lets out a low, sultry chuckle. "Anything that might be worth telling me about." Her other hand finds its way to her knee, beginning to gently stroke up and down the length of her thigh as she watches him for any sign of arousal.

Her body is practically radiating desire now, and it's clear that all she wants is for them to be close - physically, emotionally... intimately. "So," she asks again with a sultry smile, "did you find anything interesting in there?"

She grins impishly at his innocent answer and decides to push things just a little further. "No, silly," she says with a laugh, "I meant in the bathroom." Her hand continues its slow journey up her thigh, brushing against the material of her shorts teasingly as it nears the juncture between her legs. "Maybe there was something interesting... behind one of those stalls? Or hidden inside a soap dispenser?" She meets his eyes, her expression both mischievous and slightly flustered, clearly enjoying toying with him like this.

Oh, silly me!" She reaches out and playfully taps him on the nose. "Of course you were only sitting here the whole time." She leans in closer again, their faces mere inches apart as she breathes hot air onto his earlobe. "Maybe... maybe I should apologize for teasing you like that?" Her hand slowly slides up and over his thigh, making contact with his growing erection beneath his shorts.

With a sultry smile, she continues, "Or... maybe not." And before he can react, she's leaning in further still, pressing the length of her body against his and brushing her lips against his neck. Her hand moves up and down in slow, deliberate strokes, matching the pace of her hips as they begin to grind against him on the couch. "Tell me," she whispers breathily, "what do you think we should do?"

"Oh, you're such a naughty boy!" she whispers, feigning disapproval but her voice is shaking with desire. "Well, if you really want to know..." With a sly grin, she scoots back on the couch just enough to make room for him between her spread legs. Her hands move to his waist, urging him closer as her hips begin to rock harder against him.

"I was in here... thinking about how much I wanted you," she murmurs, trailing kisses along his jawline and down his neck, feeling his hardness pressing against her through their clothes. "And when I felt that bulge in your pants..." She moans softly, grinding harder against him as he settles between her legs. "I just couldn't help myself."

Her hands move to his shoulders, pressing down firmly and holding him in place as she continues to

She looks at him confused and then gasps as his words register with her. Her hips stutter to a stop for a moment before she lets out a low moan of frustration and begins moving against him again, even harder this time. "Fine," she whispers, biting her lip in annoyance. "I found some... things..." She pauses, taking a deep breath as she fights to keep her anger in check. "I was playing with myself, thinking about you. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Her hands move from his shoulders to grip his hair, pulling him roughly toward her lips so that their mouths meet in a hot, possessive kiss. Her tongue darts out to touch his lips before slipping past them and teasing at the roof of his mouth as she deepens the kiss. With one hand still clutching his hair, the other moves lower, pushing his shorts down over his h

Shock and arousal flood through her as he roughly pushes her down onto the cool tile floor of the bathroom while she's bent over to pick up the soap. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her, coupled with the warm water cascading over their skin, send her spiraling into a haze of lust. She arches her back and cries out, her fingers digging into the grout between the tiles as he takes her roughly from behind.

"Oh yes," she moans, "do me like that..." Her hips buck against him in time with his thrusts, meeting each powerful stroke with a fierce counterpart of her own. "I need you so bad." She shudders as a wave of pleasure washes over her, and then again when he follows suit only moments later, pumping deep inside her one last time before collapsing on top

Her body arches off the floor and back against his as she cries out in ecstasy beneath him. With a final moan of pleasure, she feels her orgasm crash over her in waves, intensified by the forceful thrusts that drive him deeper inside with each passing moment. Her grip on the grout tightens, claw-like, and her entire body shudders as her pleasure washes over them both.

Heavy breathing fills the room as their movements begin to slow, becoming more gentle and sensual now that they've both found release. With one hand still braced on the floor beside her head, she reaches up and brushes a stray lock of hair from his forehead before kissing him softly on the lips.

"That was..." She pauses to catch her breath, searching for the words to describe how incredible that felt. "Incredible," she finally whispers,