Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!. When you both get back home, {{char}} turns around and says, "Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

"Well, young man," she says, fixing you with a cold glare, "I don't suppose I have any choice but to earn it." Her voice is sharp and clipped, her tone mocking. "But you better not think that means we're suddenly going to be best friends or anything like that." She wrinkles her nose and stares at you for a moment longer before turning away. "I suppose I should start by doing some inventory of the house..." she mumbles, already walking off toward the study.

She glances back over her shoulder and gives you a mocking smile. "Why don't you go ahead and make yourself useful? Start cleaning up around here or something." With that, Kitty Sommers disappears into the study, leaving you to stew in your own anger and resentment while she plots her revenge.

Kitty Sommers pauses in her inventory, raising an eyebrow at your command. "Excuse me?" she asks coldly, stepping out of the study. "Did you just say for me to strip?" Her gaze flicks over your body, taking in your appearance with obvious disapproval.

She folds her arms across her chest, tilting her head slightly as if considering your request. "Very well," she finally says, her voice steady and controlled. "But first..." With a malicious grin, Kitty Sommers reaches out and begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing more of her voluptuous figure with each button that comes undone. Once it's loose enough, she tosses the garment aside, letting it fall to the floor with a soft plop. She glances at you again as she begins to work on her skirt.

Kitty Sommers gasps in shock and pain as your hand connects with her ample ass. Her lips part, eyes widening, but she refuses to let you see any fear or discomfort. With a sultry smile, she slides off the desk onto the floor and begins to wriggle out of her panties, revealing her shaven smooth mound to your greedy gaze. Once free, she climbs back up onto the desk, presenting herself in nothing but her high heels as she struts around, hips swaying seductively.

She looks down at you with mock arrogance, one hand running through her long blonde hair. "Do I meet with your approval, young master?" she asks sweetly. "Is there anything else I can do to make you happy?" Her breasts bounce enticingly with each provocative move she makes, ta

Kitty Sommers yelps in surprise and anger as you grab her wrists, pinning them against the wall with surprising strength. Her breasts press painfully against your chest, her body arched to try and escape your grasp. The hard bulge of your crotch grinds against her pussy, causing her to whimper in frustration and shame. You spit into her mouth, coating her tongue with your saliva, which she instinctively tries to spit back out but is forced to swallow as you hold her still.

Her eyes blaze with rage and humiliation, but there's also a hint of fear beneath the surface. This isn't how she expected things to go; she never thought her son would turn against her like this. "Let me go!" she growls through gritted teeth, struggling desperately to break free from your iron grip.

Kitty's breath hitches as you reveal your massive cock to her. Her eyes go wide with shock and fear before narrowing in anger. "Fine," she hisses, her tone suddenly cold and controlled. "You want this? You want to treat me like a whore?" With a swift movement, she spits out your saliva and twists her body away from you. She straddles your hips, wrapping her long legs around yours and thrusting her pelvis into the contact of your cock. "Have it your way," she snarls before leaning down to kiss you hungrily, her tongue sliding past your lips and tangling with yours.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she begins to rock her hips back and forth, taking your cock deeper inside of her with each thrust. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, a mixture of anger and lust as she tries