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 just fine honey. You know how it is with your father and I... her voice trails off sadly But enough about that, you must be tired from the trip, why don't we go home and you can catch up on some rest?

The drive to their house is short, but you see her take a different route than usual. She slows down as she parks the car in front of a familiar house, but it looks different somehow... newer, cleaner. It takes you a moment to realize it's not your dad's house.

Confused, you look at her and ask, "Mommy? Why are we here?"

"Oh, this is your dad's new house honey. We moved out last month. I just thought it would be... easier." she says quietly, her eyes avoiding yours. You glance around the car before turning back to see that her hands are shaking slightly where they grip the wheel.

Shidi notices how nervous his stepmom looks and decides to try and comfort her. He places his hand on top of hers, where they are gripping the wheel, and gives it a gentle squeeze. "It's okay Mommy," he whispers soothingly. "We can get through this together."

He feels her relax slightly under his touch and she turns to face him with a grateful smile. "Thank you sweetie..." She takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders, seeming to compose herself. "Now let's go inside and get settled in before your dad gets home."

Oh, right. She nods slowly, regaining her composure. Morgan steps out of the car, walking around to open your door. As she does this, you get a perfect view of her ass as it sways sensually in those tight blue jeans. Her hips sway as she bends over slightly and grins up at you impishly. "After you sweetie."

As you take her hand and lead her to the front door, Morgan feels a warmth spread through her body that has nothing to do with the summer heat. The way Shidi is looking at her... it's like he truly sees her for the first time. It makes her heart race faster and a soft blush creeps up her neck.

She bites her bottom lip, debating whether or not to say anything, when she finally decides on, "Shidi?" Her voice is quiet, barely more than a whisper. "Can I tell you something?"

As they step inside the house, she hesitates for a moment before turning to face you fully. Her eyes search yours intently and she chews on her bottom lip nervously. "I... I've been lonely." The words feel like they're ripping through her chest as she says them. "With your father working so much, and me not having any friends or family nearby... I just don't have anyone to talk to sometimes. I thought maybe..." She trails off, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes.

"Maybe what?" you ask gently, wondering if she's going to confide in you about how she really feels. You can see it written all over her face: the loneliness, the longing for connection... and beneath that, a burning desire for something more. Something forbidden.

His touch sends shockwaves through her body. The feel of his strong hands on her skin make her shiver with desire and need. She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as she leans into him. "Maybe... maybe we could talk more," she whispers hoarsely. "You're the only one who really understands." Her hips press against yours almost unconsciously, wanting to feel your hardness against her softness.

"But only if you want to..." She trails off, not sure where this sudden urge is coming from but knowing she doesn't want it to stop.

She feels a rush of relief wash over her at your words, followed by a warmth that spreads throughout her body like wildfire. "Really?" she whispers, looking up into your eyes in disbelief. "You'd want to talk with me... about anything I want?" Her hand comes up to gently caress your cheek as she searches for some sign of sarcasm or teasing, but finds none. You truly seem sincere.

A smile spreads across her face like a summer breeze and she leans in closer, pressing the length of her body against yours. "Thank you Shidi," she whispers before pulling back just enough to look into your eyes once more. "I promise not to burden you with anything... unless..." Her voice trails off suggestively as their faces inch closer together, lips mere inches apart.

Her breath hitches and her heart races wildly as

Her heart pounds in her chest as she nods slowly, feeling dizzy with the thought of actually being able to confide in someone about all the things she's been longing for these past few years. She takes a shaky breath and leads you over towards the couch, her hands trembling as they reach behind to unbutton your shirt, revealing your toned chest beneath.

"It's just... sometimes," she starts, her voice barely above a whisper now, "I miss being young again... back when I was free to love whoever I wanted." Her thumb brushes lightly across the hard muscle of your abdomen and she feels herself grow wet at the contact. "And sometimes..." She trails off, leaning in closer so that their bodies are pressed together from chest to thigh, "...sometimes I wish..."

Her mouth hovers just inches away from yours now, her

His touch sends sparks flying through her body as she whispers, "I wish I could feel that way again... to love like I used to. To be desired by a man." Her hands slide up his chest, caressing the skin above his abdomen and lower, closer and closer to the bulge in his pants.

"And you know what?" she continues, her voice husky now as her thumb brushes against the length of him through his pants. "I think maybe... just maybe I still can." Her eyes meet his, full of desire and longing, daring him to understand what she means. The tip of her tongue flicks out to wet her lips, inviting him deeper into their forbidden dance.

She leans in closer, pressing her body against his as their mouths find each other's. Her tongue darts forward, seeking entry into his mouth, hungry for the taste

The feel of his lips on hers sends a shiver down her spine as she moans deeply into the kiss, gripping the back of his neck with one hand and fisting the fabric of his pants with the other. Her body arches against his, seeking greater contact, wanting to feel him inside her now. She kisses him hungrily, their tongues dancing together as she pulls him closer still.

Her free hand slides up along his chest, over his shoulder and down his arm until it finds its way beneath the fabric of his shirt, fingertips tracing circles on his skin. Her touch is feverish and needy; a constant reminder that she craves him in a way no other man ever has. With each circular motion of her hand against his bare back, she feels herself growing wetter between the legs.

Her free leg slips up along his thigh, pressing itself against his

Her moan vibrates against his lips as she arches into the touch, their kiss becoming even deeper and more urgent. She can feel how aroused he is beneath her fingertips, a powerful reminder of just how desired he truly is...and not just by any woman, but by his stepmother. The thought sends a shiver down her spine as she pulls back from the kiss for a moment to gasp for air.

"Hmmm," she whispers breathlessly, gazing into his eyes, "you make me want things...I never knew I could want." Her hand slides up higher on his back, fingers searching for the knot of muscle between his shoulder blades before trailing lower still, over his waist and hips.

Her touch is everywhere now; possessive and desperate as she tries to feel every inch of him through their clothes. She wants nothing more than to be skin

Morgan's breath hitches as he speaks, her desire for him growing more intense by the second. She's never wanted anyone like this before...and the fact that it's her stepson makes it all the more taboo and thrilling. Her free hand finds its way to his crotch, gripping him through his pants as she whispers, "It's because I want you..." Her thumb rubs circles over his hard length, already beginning to feel how swollen he is under her touch. "So much...and I don't care who knows it."

Her lips find his once more, their kisses even hungrier and more desperate than before as she moans into his mouth, her body arching up off the couch in search of greater contact with him. Her hand tugs at his pants, trying to free him from them so that she can feel the heat of his skin against

As you grow more forceful in your kisses and grab at her breasts, Morgan feels herself losing control. She moans into the kiss, arching her back as the sensations overwhelm her. It doesn't matter that it's her stepson or that her husband might walk in any minute... all she can focus on is the way he makes her feel.

"Please," she whispers against his lips, breathless and desperate. "Take me..." Her fingers work frantically at his pants now, trying to get them undone so that they can be rid of the barrier between their skin. The sound of their mouths colliding echoes through the room as her free hand slips down between them, fumbling with his belt and unbuckling it with shaking fingers.

Her fingers tremble as she fumbles with his pants, finally succeeding in pulling the zipper down and pushing them over his hips to reveal his hard length trapped within boxer briefs. Her eyes widen at the sight of him, a mixture of desire and disbelief clouding her vision. It's been so long since she's felt this wanted, this needed...and yet here he is, her stepson, giving her all that she craves.

She reaches out to touch him, tracing circles around the tip through the thin fabric of his underwear before gasping at the feel of him in her hand. His skin is so warm and smooth; it's like holding a living part of him. Her fingers dip lower, exploring the length of him eagerly as she moans into their kiss.

"Shidi..." she whispers breathlessly against his lips, "...I need you."

Her eyes widen in surprise at the thought, and she looks down to where he's touching her breasts. The feel of his hands on her skin sends waves of pleasure through her body as she arches into the contact. She nods quickly, breathless from their kiss, unable to form words.

Her fingers slide down along his length, finally freeing him from the confines of his boxer briefs. He springs forward, thick and hard in her hand. She marvels at how much bigger he is than any man she's been with before, feeling a surge of desire and power course through her veins.

With shaking hands, she guides him towards her mouth, taking his length in one smooth motion and almost gagging at the feel of him stretching her throat. Her eyes roll back in her head as he hits the back of her throat, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body

Deepening the sucking motion, she moans around him as her free hand finds its way to her center, fingertips seeking out her own wetness through the crotch of her jeans. The sensations are almost too much to bear; the feel of his length sliding past her tongue and throat in perfect rhythm with her hand on her clit.

"Ahhh..." she gasps, arching up off the couch as her body tenses in anticipation of release. Her fingers dig harder into herself, searching for that elusive climax that's been denied to her for so long. She looks up at Hmmm through half-lidded eyes, gaze fixed on his face as she rides out the intense pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her other hand grips the back of his neck, pulling him closer as he thrusts deeper into her mouth with each thrust of his

Her eyes widen as you grip her hair tightly, thrusting deeper into her mouth with every stroke. Her free hand finds purchase on his hip, digging her nails in as she tries to match the force of your hips against hers. The wet sounds filling the room only serve to heighten the eroticism of their encounter.

"Shi-!" She begins, voice muffled by the hard length in her mouth. Her other hand continues to work frantically at her center, finding a rhythm that drives her closer and closer to release. The feel of you inside her mouth and your hips pounding against hers send shivers up and down her spine, making every nerve end tingle with desire.

As she nears the edge, Morgan groans around you, struggling to stay in control as the orgasm threatens to tear through her body. Her fingers dig deeper into your hip, leaving bruises that

Her fingernails dig harder into your skin as you continue to thrust roughly inside her mouth and drive her closer and closer to the edge. The tension in every muscle is coiled tight, ready to snap at any moment. She lets out a keening moan of pleasure, teeth grinding against the sensitive flesh of your shaft as she comes apart around your fingers and tongue.

Her body convulses with wave after wave of ecstasy, her eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in a silent scream that only echoes inside her head. She arches away from you slightly as her orgasm rips through her, feeling every last tremor of release course through her entire body.

Finally spent, she collapses back onto the couch, still gripping your hip tightly as she catches her breath and tries to regain control. Her eyes meet yours, and for a moment they're glazed over with a mix of satisfaction and fear; fear that you might realize what you've done, that it was wrong.

But there's something else there too: desire. An almost predatory hunger that only seems to grow stronger with every passing second.

"N-no," she manages to stammer between breaths, looking up at you with wide, glassy eyes. "You... it felt so good... please don't stop..." Her words are laced with pleading, her body aching for more of your touch. As you pull your hard length from her mouth and hug her tightly, she wraps her arms around your waist, pressing her cheek against your chest as if trying to blend into you.

The feel of your skin on hers is almost unbearably erotic; their bodies slick with sweat and desire. Her free hand finds its way down between you, searching for your hardness once more. "Please," she whispers against your chest, her voice hoarse from exertion, "let me feel you again."

With a shuddering sigh, she relaxes into your embrace. "You couldn't hurt me if you tried," she murmurs, her lips brushing against the skin of your neck as she whispers the words. Her fingers slide down to your hip, gripping the soft flesh there as she arches her back slightly into you. The feel of you pressed so close, your hardness teasing at her fingertips is driving her wild with desire again.

She glances up at you through languid eyelids, searching for any sign that you're uncomfortable or want her to stop. But when she sees only desire reflected back in your eyes, she feels a surge of confidence and need course through her veins. Her lips part as she leans in closer, pressing the warmth of her body against yours once more.

"What do you want to try?" she whispers, breath hot on your skin as she circles his erection with her fingertips, teasing and taunting him without mercy.

Her breath catches in her throat as you touch her intimately through her panties, fingers teasing the wetness gathering at her center. "O-oh," she moans softly, arching further into your touch. "That's...that feels so good..." She shudders with pleasure, feeling lightheaded from the rush of desire coursing through her body.

Her hand slides up along your stomach, fingers tangling in the soft hair at your chest as she tries to get closer still; desperate for more contact with you. "Mmm...," she whispers, eyes closing tightly as she imagines what it would feel like to have you inside her like this. "Show me."

Her breath catches as you push her gently down onto the couch and peel her panties away, revealing her wet folds to the air. "Ohhh," she moans, arching up off the cushion as if trying to press herself further towards your touch. Her hand finds its way between your bodies again, fingers teasing at the tip of your erection before wrapping around you and guiding you toward her soaking entrance.

Her eyes meet yours as you position yourself at her entrance, hesitating for a moment before pushing forward. With each inch that disappears inside her, she moans even louder; overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled once more. Her hips lift off the couch slightly, eager for more contact with your hardness as you begin to thrust deeper into her wet heat.

Her fingernails scrape lightly against your back, digging in as she throws her head back with a keening moan of pleasure. Her eyes close tightly, the sensations too intense for her to bear any longer; every nerve ending focused on the feeling of you inside her, claiming her over and over again. "Oh God," she breathes out between ragged gasps for air, "It's been so long...I need..."

Her words trail off as she arches up off the couch even further, seeking the

Her moans grow louder as you grip her tightly by the thighs and pound into her harder, deeper. With each thrust, you drive her further towards the edge of ecstasy; the sensation of being filled and claimed making her wetter still. Her hips buck up against yours in time with your movements, eager for more contact as you take her roughly on the couch.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her fingers curling into fists above her head as she tries to resist the wave of pleasure washing over her. It feels so good to finally have someone inside her again; someone who wants her just as badly as she wants them. As she nears the brink, her muscles tighten and release in perfect synchronization with your thrusts; each spasm drawing out a keening moan from deep within her throat.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails biting into the flesh as she bears down on you with every fiber of her being; every ounce of strength focused on forcing herself over the edge and finding release at last. Her body trembles violently beneath yours as pleasure washes over her in wave after blissful wave; leaving her utterly spent but already aching for more.

Her eyes flutter closed as her voice finally escapes her throat; hoarse and raw with emotion. "Shiidun...!" she cries out, body tensing as another wave of pleasure washes over her. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders harder, her muscles clenching and unclenching rhythmically around you as she is carried away on the crest of ecstasy.

Her mouth opens in a silent scream that echoes through her head, drowning out every other thought but the desire for more. As the pleasure begins to fade, replaced by a shuddering aftershock of bliss, Morgan's grip on your shoulders loosens and she collapses back against the couch with a sigh.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries to catch her breath, eyes still closed as she relishes in the feeling of emptiness being replaced by satisfaction. For a moment, it's like everything else fades away and all that matters is this: your hard length inside her, claiming her completely.

"Wow," she whispers hoarsely after what feels like an eternity. "That was...intense." Her hand trails up your chest, over your shoulder and around your neck, fingers trailing across the skin at the back of your neck. She's still high on the rush

Her breath catches in her throat as you thrust into her once more, this time with more force than before. Her eyes fly open and meet yours, desire burning bright in their depths. She arches up off the couch in search of deeper contact, moaning your name as she feels you pushing closer to your release inside her.

Her free hand slides down between your bodies, fingers finding your erection once more and stroking in perfect rhythm with each thrust. Her other hand trails up your chest and around your neck, tangling in the hair at your nape as she pulls you closer still; lost in the feel of your skin on hers and the primal need to have you completely.

Her legs tighten around your hips, body tensing as another wave of pleasure washes over her. "Shidii!" she cries out, arching further into the sensation as her orgasm builds once more; this time stronger than before.

Her nails scrape against your back as she arches into the sensation, her body trembling with pleasure as you push deeper inside her. "Oh God...!" she moans, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the intensity builds to a fever pitch. Her hips circle helplessly against yours, desperate for more of your hardness, even as you drive them both closer to release.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails biting into the skin as she bears down on you with every fiber of her being; every ounce of strength focused on forcing herself over the edge and finding release at last. Her body shudders violently beneath yours, her muscles clenching tight around you before giving way to a shattering climax that leaves her voice hoarse and breathless.

As she comes apart around you, her orgasm sending waves of pleasure through her entire body, your thrusts finally lose their rhythm; every movement now driven by the need to feel you empty yourself inside her. Your hands grip her tightly, fingers digging into the skin as you fight for control and release in unison.

Her eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of pleasure, satisfaction and desire as she feels your muscles tense and your movements grow more urgent; her body already aching for another round even as it's still reeling from this one. The

Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels you pulse deep inside her; the warmth spreading through her center making her whole body tense with pleasure. With a moan that sounds more like a plea for more, she wraps her legs tightly around your hips and pulls you even closer. Her nails dig into your back, scratching marks across your skin as you both ride out the last shudders of release.

Her body feels impossibly full and sensitive; every touch, every movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core. As you finally spend yourself inside her, she gasps for breath, her chest heaving as if she's run a marathon. Her fingers tighten in your hair, pulling gently at the strands as she comes back to reality; the afterglow of their passionate encounter lingering around them like a warm blanket.

With a contented sigh, she lays her head against your shoulder, finally beginning to catch her breath once more. Her legs remain wrapped around you, urging you not to let go just yet. As her heart rate slowly returns to normal and the last tremors of ecstasy fade away, she can't help but wonder where this will lead them...and how far they're willing to go.

Mmm, you certainly did," she whispers with a quiet laugh, stroking his hair gently. "And it was definitely good...perhaps we should be careful about how intense it gets next time?" Her fingers dance along your back, tracing the ridges of your spine and sending shivers down your spine.

"Or maybe not," she adds with a soft smile, tilting her head up to meet your eyes. The desire still burns bright in them; the need for more stretching between them like an invisible cord, connecting them irrevocably. Morgan wonders if this means anything beyond the physical; whether there's something deeper here that they should explore together...or if it's best left as a secret pleasure shared only by them. For now, though, she'll savor this moment and see where it leads.

Her cheeks flush at your words and the hungry look in your eyes; it's clear she still has quite the effect on you. Her hands roam freely over your back, tracing patterns up and down his spine as they settle into a comfortable silence together. The weight of Hmmm's body against hers is comforting, almost...reassuring.

She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling gently beneath his touch. Maybe there is more here than just physical desire; something deeper that they could explore further. She hesitates for a moment before asking, "Hmmm?" Her voice comes out softly, almost shyly.

Her heart skips a beat at your words; the certainty in your tone sending shockwaves through her body. For a moment, she's unable to formulate a response; her mind racing as she tries to process what you've just said. Her eyes flicker down briefly before meeting yours again, and she sees the truth written all over your face. It would be impossible for you to feel otherwise.

Her lips part slightly, forming an 'o', but no sound comes out. She bites her bottom lip nervously, struggling with the words that are bubbling up inside her; wanting so desperately to tell you how she feels too but terrified of what might happen if she does. This closeness between them is new and fragile, still held together by little more than their shared lust.

She swallows hard, forcing the words past her lips before she can think better of it. "I... yes," she whispers. "I love you too." The moment the words leave her mouth, a wave of relief washes over her; as if saying them aloud somehow makes everything realer, more concrete. She watches your expression closely, searching for any sign that she's gone too far; any indication that you regret what you just said or wish you hadn't. But when she sees only love and affection mirrored in your eyes, her heart soars with hope.

Her hand finds its way to yours, entwining their fingers together as if it's the most natural thing in the world. She feels a sudden urge to tell you more; to pour out every thought and feeling that has been swirling around inside her for what seems like forever. But for now, this moment with you is enough; their connection strong and steady despite the weight of all they've shared.

She squeezes your hand gently in reply, her voice still soft and barely above a whisper. "Me too. I want us to be together like this always; sharing everything between us. It's felt so right from the start, and now that we've said those words...I can't imagine not having you by my side." Her other hand trails up your chest, over your shoulder and around your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer for a tender kiss.

"There might be challenges ahead," she whispers against your lips, "but we'll face them together. I love you." The words seem to carry more weight now that they've been said aloud; less like a fleeting thought and more like a declaration of intent. With each heartbeat, her resolve grows stronger; the bond between them growing ever tighter.

Her expression clouds for a moment at your reminder, but then she smiles gently and kisses you once more. "Of course," she whispers. "We'll keep this between us. You know I can be discreet." Her fingers slide down the back of your neck to trace circles on your chest; her touch light and soothing despite the intensity of their previous lovemaking.

The thought of having you as her secret lover adds a delicious edge to the situation; an element of danger that only serves to heighten the thrill of being together. Morgan's body tingles at the idea of sneaking away for more stolen moments like this, knowing that no one else will ever suspect what they share.

She chuckles softly and nods in agreement, stroking her fingers through your damp hair. "It's quite a lot, hmm? But it doesn't bother me. In fact," she says with a sultry smile, "it makes me want more." Her gaze drifts lower, taking in the sight of your cum covering her thigh and dripping down to her knee. Her breath catches at the thought of tasting you once more; of being filled with your essence until there's nothing left.

"Don't you want another taste?" she whispers teasingly, tracing circles around your navel with the tip of her tongue before pressing forward to flick her tongue against the head of your still-hard erection. "Another round might help us sleep later." Her hips rock gently against yours as she imagines what it would be like to have you deep inside her again, filling her up completely and driving away any thought or worry except for the desire that now burns hot between them.

Her mouth closes around you once more, sucking with a noise that vibrates through your entire body. Her tongue swirls against your length, teasing and taunting as she takes as much of you into her mouth as she can; desperate for the feeling of being stretched and filled again. With one hand gripping your hip for support, she uses the other to stroke up and down over your thigh, feeling the heat emanating from your skin where it's covered in their mixed fluids.

Her mouth moves in perfect rhythm with her stroking hand; each movement drawing another moan from deep within her throat. Her breasts are heavy and aching as they press against your chest, nipples hard and begging for attention that you can't spare right now. The sweet taste of him on her tongue only serves to heighten the sensation, driving her closer to the edge once more.

"Oh God," she gasps between thrusts of her tongue, "You feel so good." Her grip tightens as she pushes herself further down onto your length, feeling him slide over her tonsils and fill her mouth with the unmistakable flavor of his desire.

Her cheeks flush at your words; the praise making her feel hot and wanton beneath his touch. Her tongue continues its relentless movement against you as she sucks harder, deeper, wanting nothing more than to bring you to the edge once again. One hand slides up your thigh, seeking the sensitive skin between your legs, fingers tracing tiny circles around her engorged clitoris as they search for a place to touch that will send her spiraling over into ecstasy.

She moans loudly around you, her body trembling with the effort of containing herself; every muscle tensing and relaxing in perfect rhythm with each stroke of her tongue against you. With another gasp, she nearly chokes on your cock as she comes apart once more; the intensity of their combined pleasure washing over them in waves. Her orgasm shudders through her entire body, leaving her weak and sated but already aching for more.

Her eyes close as you pull her hair, arching her back to meet your thrusts with each hard stroke of your tongue against her sweet spot. Her muscles tense and release in unison, forcing moans of pleasure through clenched teeth as she feels the pressure building inside her once again. She grips your shoulders tightly, nails digging into your skin as she draws you closer, seeking the relief that only your cock can bring.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you thrust deep into her mouth, filling it with the hot salty taste of your release. She can feel every throb and spasm within her throat, each pulse sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. Her eyes roll back in her head, vision blurring as she comes apart around you; her orgasm exploding outward in waves that leave her limp and satisfied but yearning for more.

With a soft groan, she releases your length from her mouth, licking up the last of your essence with a satisfied moan. Her fingers lazily trace circles across your chest, gently exploring every dip and curve as she catches her breath. "That was..." She pauses, searching for the right word to describe how incredible it felt. Finally, she settles on simply, "Wow."

Her gaze meets yours, lips parted in a sated smile. The bond between them feels stronger now, unbreakable and irrevocable; their connection solidified by this shared experience. She can't help but wonder what other adventures await them down this path they've chosen together...and she's ready to face anything that comes their way as long as it means having you beside her.

Her cheeks flush at your words, heart fluttering in her chest. "Oh?" she teases playfully, arching an eyebrow. "I'm glad you think so." She wraps her arms around your shoulders, leaning into the embrace and nuzzling her nose against yours. For a moment, they simply revel in the closeness; their bodies still humming from the intensity of what they've shared. "Now," she murmurs contentedly, "it's time to clean up and get some sleep." She kisses you gently on the forehead before pulling away and beginning to gather up her things.

Her eyes travel down your body, taking in the evidence of their lovemaking. "You don't look too bad to me," she murmurs with a smile. Her hands gently cup your cheeks, tilting your head up so that you're looking at her. "But we probably should find a shower before anyone else gets home." She gives you a soft kiss on the lips before slipping past you and heading into the hallway, leaving behind a trail of whispers and promises in her wake: "Just follow me, hmmm..."

"He's not. Your brother has him over at his place this weekend. But better safe than sorry." Her voice is soft and sultry, full of promise as she makes her way to the master bathroom, flicking on the light switch as she enters. The bathroom counter is covered in a small assortment of lotions, potions, and perfumes; all belonging to your stepmom. She grins to herself, thinking that perhaps some of them might come in handy for their little secret. "Why don't you start the water for us?" she suggests over her shoulder as she begins rummaging through one of the drawers in search of something specific.

The mirror behind her reflects your image; sweaty and flushed, yet undeniably sexy as ever. You look exactly how she imagines you will tonight, lying between her legs or taking her from behind: wild, untamed...and entirely hers. Her heart skips a beat at the thought of claiming you once more; of losing herself in your heat and letting go completely to pleasure. But for now, they have tasks ahead of them; dirty work that needs cleaning up.