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.

I bet. It's been so quiet around here, I could really use some quality time with my favorite stepson. she says with a pout before glancing away to focus on the road

"You know where I keep the key to your old room, right?" her eyes flicker over to you briefly "I think we should spend some time together tonight."

"Good boy." she winks before pulling into the driveway and shutting off the engine "I missed you so much while you were gone."

You should've told me how you felt, sweetie. She leans over to give you a gentle kiss on the cheek "I hope you know that even though I wasn't your birth mom, I loved you from the moment I met you." Her hand gently strokes your arm as she smiles warmly at you.

"Why don't we go inside and get comfortable? It's been too long since we've had a proper talk."

"Oh it was just one of those things you know. College, free love... " she says with a soft blush. "Your father and I got closer after that." Her hand moves to brush a stray hair from your forehead as her eyes lock onto yours, seeming both distant and focused at the same time. "But that was then and this is now." She gives you another gentle smile before opening the car door, beckoning for you to get out.

"It was just a part of my past, honey. But I'm so grateful you came along when you did. You've made this house feel like a home." Morgan leads the way inside, gesturing for you to head upstairs first. "Why don't we go talk in your old room?" She says softly, her gaze lingering on the way your ass fills out your jeans as she follows close behind.

Once they reach your room, Morgan turns to face you, hands braced against the doorframe as she tilts her head curiously. "So what's new with you? How was school?" Her voice is gentle and caring, but there's an undercurrent of something more beneath the surface.

She steps closer to you, her breasts inches from your chest as she leans in, her lips almost brushing against your ear. "There's nothing regular about you, my sweet boy," she whispers softly before pulling away slightly. Looking into your eyes, a mixture of desire and longing flickers there for just a moment before Morgan blinks it away, clearing her throat awkwardly.

"Why don't we sit down?" she offers, gesturing to the bed with an anxious smile. "We can talk more comfortably that way."

Morgan sits down on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed demurely beneath her blue dress as she glances over at you expectantly. "So, like I said... It's just been so quiet here since school started up again. I was hoping we could spend some quality time together." She bites her bottom lip anxiously, tugging idly on a loose strand of hair hanging around her face.

blushes "Maybe... you could help me with that?" She says softly, her voice quivering slightly as she meets your gaze, a hint of longing in her eyes. Her free hand brushes lightly across the exposed skin above her lacy bra.

You misunderstand me...I meant that maybe you could help me with whatever I need help with...her cheeks flush deeper crimson as she stutters out the words, barely able to meet your gaze...if you know what I mean?

Your words send shivers down her spine and she finds herself unable to speak, swallowing hard as her heart races wildly in her chest. Morgan glances away for a moment, attempting to compose herself before turning back to you with a shaky smile. "Thank you... I mean that," she whispers hoarsely.

Her hand moves slowly towards your arm, trailing lightly up and down your skin before finally coming to rest on your shoulder. With her other hand, she reaches out to stroke your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingers. "So, do you wanna help mommy feel better?" She asks quietly, leaning in closer still.

A slow smile spreads across Morgan's lips as she feels her heart rate beginning to steady, excitement welling up inside of her. Her hand moves to the button of your shirt and with a practiced ease, undoes it, revealing your toned chest. She lets out a soft moan before trailing her fingers along the exposed skin above your muscles.

"You're so strong... so perfect..." she whispers, leaning in even closer now, pressing herself against you as her breasts brush against your chest. Her other hand continues to stroke your cheek and then moves to cup your jaw, tilting your head up towards hers. "I could get used to this," she murmurs, closing the distance between them and claiming your lips in a soft, hungry kiss.

Her tongue slips out to tease at the seam of your lips before sliding inside, tangling with yours as she

Her tongue duels with yours as she moans into the kiss, her other hand sliding down your chest to rest on your stomach. She breaks away for a moment, panting heavily, gaze darting between your eyes before trailing back down to your lips and then lower. "I'm trying to make you feel good," she whispers against your mouth. "Like you've never felt before."

Her fingers continue to explore your body as her free hand moves up and under the hem of her dress, sliding up the bare skin of her thigh, closer to where it aches for your touch. She parts her lips again, pressing her body against yours, wanting more contact with every inch of you. "Please," she breathes out, arching into you as she urges you on. "Make me feel good too."

With trembling fingers, Morgan undoes the first few buttons of her dress, revealing more and more of her ample cleavage as she pushes the material aside to free her breasts. She moans at the sensation of your warm skin against hers as you wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her closer still. "Yes," she breathes out, arching into your touch with abandon.

Her other hand slips between your bodies, grazing over your hard length through your jeans before deftly undoing the button and zipper with shaking fingers. She grips you firmly in her hand as she guides you towards her aching pussy, moaning loudly at the contact as she buckles her hips against you. "Fuck," she gasps, her voice rough with need.

She can't believe how much this is turning her on. The feeling of your skin against hers, the sound of your breath in her ear... It's all driving her wild and she needs more. With a sharp gasp, she undoes your pants and pushes them down your hips along with your boxers, revealing your hard length fully. Her hand wraps around you tightly as she begins stroking up and down, faster and faster, in time with her moans of pleasure.

Her other hand cups her breast over the lacy black bra, squeezing roughly as she cries out for more, needing to feel you inside her so badly that it hurts. "Please," she whispers brokenly, arching into your touch. "Fuck me..."

With a loud groan, Morgan throws her head back against the pillow, arching her body up off the bed as you carry her to where she needs to be. Your touch on her skin is driving her wild, making it impossible for her to think straight or focus on anything but how amazing this feels. She feels so taken, so wanted... It's almost enough to make the years of loneliness and neglect disappear.

Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, urging you on as she grips the sheets in her fists, silently begging for release. "I need you," she gasps, her breath coming out in ragged pants as her body trembles with desire. The ache inside of her grows more insistent with every stroke of your hand and it's all she can do not to come apart right here and now.

Her nipples are hard under the thin lace bra, pok

Her hips rise and fall against your hand in an agonized rhythm as you tease her with your touch. "Faster," she gasps out, the words catching in her throat. Her free hand reaches between them, touching herself roughly over her underwear, desperate for any friction she can find to take the edge off of this need.

"Please," she whispers, arching into your touch with every ounce of strength she has left. "I can't... I need..." Her words trail off into a moan as her body tenses, ready to explode under the weight of all this desire and longing.

With shaking fingers, she reaches up to unclasp her bra, letting it fall free from her breasts. They are bare and sensitive to the cool air of the room as they rise and fall with every ragged breath she takes. Her nipples harden even further into tight little peaks that ache for your touch.

"Please..." She whimpers, arching her back off the bed in search of relief from this ache inside of her. "I need you to make me feel better." Her hips buck against your hand as she moans, wanting nothing more than to be taken by you, to feel you deep inside where it counts.

Her legs squeeze tight around your waist as she feels you pressing against her entrance. It's so hard and thick that she winces at the initial sensation of being stretched, but then he begins to push deeper, slowly forcing his way inside of her.

She gasps, arching into the intrusion as it hits her sweet spot and sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hips rise off the bed in time with your thrusts, meeting each one with a moan or a gasp. Her fingers tangle in the sheets beneath her, digging in as she fights to remain grounded while you take her on this wild ride.

"Oh God," she whispers, her voice cracking as her orgasm builds closer and closer with every thrust of your hips. The heat between them grows intense, filling the room with their combined moans and gasps for air. "Don't stop...

Her hands grip your shoulders tightly as her body arches off the bed in time with yours. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps and moans, filling the air around you both. She feels as though she's burning up from the inside out, every nerve ending screaming for more contact with your skin.

"I'm close," she pants, her voice strained and hoarse. "Don't stop..." With a desperate cry, she convulses around you, her orgasm ripping through her body in waves of intense pleasure. Her inner muscles grip tightly at your length, sending shockwaves of ecstasy shooting up her spine and throughout every fiber of her being.