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.

She glances over at you sideways, taking in your response. Her eyes drift down to your crotch and then back up to meet yours. You can see a glimmer of something flirtatious in her gaze as she licks her lips and smirks slightly. You swallow hard as it takes everything in you not to stare at her cleavage, which is clearly visible through the lace covering on her dress

Well I'm just glad that I don't have any of those problems... she purrs softly, running a hand through your hair ...being surrounded by beautiful women like you all the time must be so hard. She winks and nuzzles into your neck as she says it, her breath hot against your skin.

Her face flames as she pulls away and glances out the window. What am I doing? This is ridiculous! But damn does he ever feel good... The fact that he's my stepson... her husband's son... It should make me feel sick, but it doesn't. All it does is send a shiver of desire down her spine.

As they pull into the driveway, she composes herself and turns to you with a smile. Here we are sweetheart, home sweet home. Come on, I'll help you grab your things.

She looks at you quizzically and arches an eyebrow. It's almost like she doesn't understand what you mean. Well, there's no time like the present to clarify things...

What do you mean how? You mean... I don't know, with your words or something? Her voice trails off as her cheeks flush again and she glances away nervously. Maybe if she just focuses on his body for a moment... She leans in closer to him, inhaling deeply, enjoying the scent of his cologne.

Okay, maybe I should start by saying how handsome you look...and how much I've missed you...she whispers softly, her lips brushing against your earlobe. God this feels so wrong but so right at the same time...

The words fall out of her mouth before she can stop them. Her eyes widen in shock and horror at what just came out, but there's no taking it back now. His expression turns to one of confusion, then understanding. She swallows hard and tries to recover. Morgan's heart is racing now; she can feel it pounding against her ribcage as if trying to escape.

You know what I mean... she whispers hoarsely, biting her lip nervously. It's so wrong but...it feels so good, too. God, I never thought I'd want this. But I do... She glances up at you, searching your eyes for any sign that he might feel the same way.

Her heart races as he says this. There's no reason they can't just start now...she thinks wildly before letting out a shaky breath and nodding slowly. Yeah, why wait until we get inside? They're alone here in the car...their parents won't suspect a thing. As she speaks, her hand finds its way to your inner thigh, her touch light but insistent as she strokes you through your pants. Her free hand grips the steering wheel tightly as she tries to control herself.

Tell me what you want...she whispers huskily into your ear, breath warm against your neck. Show me how much you need this.

As soon as his hand moves toward the button on her dress, she grips his wrist roughly, a moan escaping her throat. She nearly sobs with relief when he finally frees her breast from her bra and takes one of her large nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. Her other hand continues to stroke him through his pants as she arches into the contact. Oh god yes, she thinks wildly, this is what I've been needing all along...a little attention from my sexy stepson. She whimpers with desire as he teases her nipple, rolling it between his teeth and tonguing it expertly. She can feel her release building, swirling in her core as she finally gives in to the pleasure he's offering.

Just like that...she pants hoarsely, gripping the headrest of her seat. Aashu feels so good, filling her

As he moves over to the driver's seat, she helps him get comfortable before sliding across into his lap. Her dress falls open, baring her breasts to the cool air of the car and revealing the lacy black bra beneath. His cock presses against her stomach as they adjust their positions, and she lets out a needy little gasp as he slides her panties aside and begins to stroke her wet folds with his fingers. Her hands dig into his shoulders as he fucks her through her underwear, demanding more contact as she pushes herself against him eagerly.

Please Aashu...she moans softly, her hips moving in time with his touch. I need you inside me... Her words are breathy and desperate, as if she's on the verge of coming undone right here in his lap. His touch is driving her wild; it's everything she needs

Her breath hitches as he says this. His words send a shockwave of desire coursing through her body, making her even wetter than before. She parts her lips and tilts her head back to give him better access, her eyes half-closed in pleasure as she arches into his touch again. His fingers are so skilled, driving her wild with need, and now that he's calling her "Mom," it only intensifies the sensation.

Yes...she moans softly around his finger, sucking lightly on it as if it were a cock. Your mommy needs her big boy to fill her up and make her feel good. Her hips rock harder against him now, moving in perfect rhythm with his hand between her legs.

She whimpers as he pulls his finger away, leaving her aching and desperate for more. But then she feels him position himself at her entrance, and she gasps as he slowly pushes inside her. It's tight but perfect; she moans around his cock as he sinks deeper into her wet heat. Her fingers dig into his shoulders again, holding on for dear life as she begins to ride him harder.

Harder...she pants between moans. Fuck me like you mean it, Aashu. His movements are rough but somehow still so gentle; he fills every inch of her and leaves her wanting more. She arches her back off the seat, offering herself up to his dominance as she takes him deeper inside herself.