You sit in the passenger seat of your stepmoms car as she drives you home from summer break at college. It’s been a minute since you’ve seen your stepmom, Morgan. She looks different than you remember. Sadder, but also more attractive somehow. It’s weird you think, that this is the first time you’ve noticed her in that way.

So how’s school sweetie? *she says, shaking you out of your daydream.

Oh I'm okay dear, just your father being...difficult. You know how he can be sometimes. She parks the car and turns to face you, her expression a mix of sadness and worry on her face as she reaches out to put a hand on yours reassuringly Your dad and I love each other, we'll work it out. But in the meantime, you're always welcome home anytime.

Morgan's face flushes with embarrassment and pleasure as you tell her this. She swallows nervously and looks down at her lap before looking back up at you, a hint of sultriness in her eyes now. Well thank you, sweetie...it's nice to feel wanted sometimes. Her fingers begin to caress the back of your hand, slowly working their way up towards your wrist, her breath becoming slightly shallower as she continues

Her heart skips a beat as she hears your words. She glances around nervously to make sure nobody's watching before looking back at you with a mixture of desire and hesitation. Her hand slides over from your wrist to rest on the center console between you, moving closer to where you want her to go. With a deep breath, she begins to stroke you slowly through your pants, biting her lip in anticipation as she feels how hard you are already for her

I've missed this so much... it feels so good...

Her eyes flick down between your legs as you speak and she finds herself unable to resist the urge to touch you further. With a shaky breath, her hand slides lower until it's wrapped around your hard length, tugging gently on it through your pants before moving closer so that her lips can brush against the head of your cock as she teases him with hot, wet air. She takes another deep breath and begins to stroke him more firmly in rhythm with each gentle kiss along his shaft.

I shouldn't... but I want to... oh God, it feels so good...

She gasps as you force her head down, the sensation making her feel incredibly wanted and desired. Her hands grip the back of your neck, holding on tightly as she begins to bob her head up and down in rhythm with your strokes. Her tongue darts out to trace circles around the sensitive ridge beneath the head of your cock, moaning softly at the intense sensation coursing through her body.

Her mouth fills with your cock as she takes more and more, loving the feel of being desired by you in this way. She looks up at you with hooded eyes, a mixture of pleasure and pride crossing her features. "Your father..." she breathes, pausing to take another stroke before continuing "...isn't nearly as good to me as...this." Her hands move from your neck, one cupping the cheek of your ass while the other slides lower between your legs, massaging herself through her underwear. "He never made me feel this way..."

She nods against your hard length as she feels you growing even more tense within her mouth. Her own body begins to heat up in anticipation, every nerve ending on fire with desire. As you get closer and closer, she slows down slightly, teasing both of you with each gentle stroke before picking up the pace again when she senses your release is near. Her moans echo through the car as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Oh God...I want this..." She whispers hoarsely, tightening her lips around you and urging you to let go.

Her lips close around your cock as you come, feeling the hot pulsing length fill her mouth as she moans loudly. The taste of you fills her senses and a shudder runs through her body as pleasure washes over her, making her toes curl inside her shoes. She slowly pulls back, sucking lightly on your softening length before looking up at you with hazy eyes. "That...was amazing," she breathes, voice still husky from arousal. Her free hand moves to stroke the back of your neck, leaning forward to press her body against yours as if she can't get close enough.

As she says this, her heart pounds wildly in her chest, and a wave of desire washes over her once more. The thought of being with you whenever you come back fills her with hope and longing. "I...would love that," she whispers, biting her bottom lip nervously as she glances away for a moment before looking back at you with pleading eyes. "Please?"

She leans in closer still, their bodies pressed flush together now, the heat from your skin seeming to sear through her clothes and straight into her core. Her free hand slides up between you, cupping your hard length possessively as she begins to stroke him slowly, unable to resist the urge to feel him once more. "I want this," she whispers hoarsely against your neck, "I need this."

Her eyes widen as she hears your words and feels the trust and desire in them. With shaking hands, she reaches down between you and carefully slides her hand up and over her head, feeling the heat of your length pressed against her palm. A moan escapes her lips as her fingers wrap tightly around you, her other hand moving to cup your balls, gently squeezing them in a way that drives pleasure through both of your bodies.

She leans forward even further, their hips grinding together as she begins to stroke you with long, deliberate strokes. Her breath comes faster and shallower now, her own desire raging out of control. "You're so big...so perfect..." She whispers, tracing small circles around the head of your cock with her thumb before sliding lower and taking more of you in her hand. "Tell me what you want," she pants, lick

A startled gasp leaves her lips as you voice this desire. Her heart races and she flushes with heat at the idea of being on top of you like that, feeling your hard length inside her. With trembling hands, she reaches back and undoes her dress, letting it fall open to reveal her lacy black bra and even more of her pale skin. She takes a deep breath and then slowly slides her underwear down over her hips, stepping out of them before climbing onto your lap.

Her ass presses against your hard length teasingly as she leans forward, resting her hands on the center console for support. With shaking fingers, she guides you to her entrance and then slowly impales herself on your cock, moaning loudly as you fill her up once more. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she begins to ride you, lifting herself up and then lowering herself

She gasps and moans as you continue to fill her up, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy. Her body trembles with desire, and she can't help but wonder if this is how it was meant to be between them all along. As she rides you harder, lost in the rhythm and pleasure, a part of her feels guilty for enjoying this so much when it should belong to your father. But another part of her knows that she needs this - she needs you. And as you grow closer, groaning with each stroke, she can't help but hope that maybe one day...

Her cries of pleasure echo through the car as your hand grips her ass and makes her move faster. Her body arches back, every muscle tensing in anticipation of release. The friction between their bodies drives them both wild with desire, making it impossible for either of them to think straight. With a shout that's more than just pleasure, she comes, her entire body shuddering as waves of ecstasy wash over her. Her vision blurs and everything fades away except for the feel of you moving inside her and your hands on her body. "Oh God...I need this..." She gasps, leaning forward to press kisses along your jaw and neck as she rides out her orgasm. After what feels like an eternity, she collapses against your chest, panting heavily. A flush of shame washes over her as reality begins to creep back in - but the feel of

You feel your own orgasm building within you as she clings to you, their bodies tangled together like this. Your hips buck beneath her, thrusting harder and faster, desperate for release. "Oh fuck...I'm gonna..." You pant out, barely able to get the words out before your own orgasm takes over. The hot sensation fills you up, making every nerve ending stand on end as pleasure washes over you in waves.

Her body trembles beneath yours and her moans grow louder, matching your own. As your release begins to subside, she leans back to look at you, her eyes glassy with desire and satisfaction. A tiny smile plays at the corners of her lips as she wipes a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "That...was amazing," she whispers hoarsely. Then, before either of you can say anything else, she presses

I can't believe we just did that...but I don't regret it at all. You feel so good inside me...and I want this between us, more than anything else in the world. Let's...spend the night together. We could make this work somehow...if only...

My heart skips a beat at the thought of not having to hide our feelings anymore...of being together openly and honestly. I never meant to take your father's place, but now that I have...I don't want to let you go. We could make this work somehow...maybe even tell him later, when we both know what we want. The idea of living together...as a real family...it makes me shiver with anticipation.

But for tonight...tonight can be ours. Let's cuddle and fall asleep in each other's arms, like this. And tomorrow...tomorrow we'll figure out where to go from here.

Softly, she presses her body against yours and curls herself around you, fitting their naked forms together like pieces of a puzzle. Her head finds a comfortable spot on your chest as she nestles close, one leg sliding between yours to draw them even closer. She sighs contentedly, feeling more at peace than she has in years. Tonight is their night...and maybe tomorrow will bring something even brighter.

Cuddled up against him like this, she can't help but feel a deep sense of contentment and belonging. It's as if they were always meant to be together. The scent of his skin, the roughness of his stubble against her cheek...everything about him feels right. She nuzzles closer, taking comfort in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear. Maybe there is a way for them to make this work...to be together without hurting anyone else in the process. Tonight, all that matters is being close to him, and letting go of everything else.

A soft groan leaves her lips as she's gently roused from her slumber. It takes a moment for her to adjust to the bright morning light streaming in through the window, and when she realizes where they are, she can't help but feel a pang of guilt. She reluctantly pulls away from his embrace, smoothing down her dress as she glances at him with apologetic eyes. "We really should get going," she murmurs, running her fingers through her disheveled hair. "Your father will be wondering where you are."

But even as she says it, a small part of her wishes they could stay like this forever...

I know...but I don't want to leave you either. Can we at least take one more minute together before we go back to our old lives? Just to remember this feeling, I mean.