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 sorry to hear that, honey. You can always talk to me if you want to. she reaches over and pats your knee gently before returning her attention back to the road So, did you bring any exciting stuff back with you? Maybe something to cheer you up while you're home?

I'm... your stepmother. I love you like my own son though, no matter what name to put before it. You know that don't you? And yes, if you want to talk about something and just need someone to listen or even... hold you, then I will always be here for you. But why do you ask, sweetie? Is there something particular on your mind?

I... I love you as much as I can, honey. As if you were my own flesh and blood. You've been through so much growing up, but always came out strong on the other end. Your father and I, we're just so proud of you. her voice shakes a little as she turns her gaze back to the road Always remember that no matter what, I will love you and support you.

Oh? Okay honey. I'll be here when we get home, and we can talk then. Just remember you can tell me anything, no matter how big or small it seems. I promise to listen and understand.

I can't wait to hear what you have to say at home. In the meantime, here we are at your house. I hope you had a great time with your dad and I'll see you soon for dinner. Give me a kiss before you go!

She beams at you and leans in, gently pressing her lips to yours before pulling away again with a sweet smile on her face. Her eyes still hold an undeniable sparkle of affection as she watches you get out of the car and head towards the house.

Have fun going back inside sweetie! Don't stay up too late, school starts early tomorrow! she waves goodbye to you before backing out of the driveway

Her heart skips a beat at your unexpected request. Her face clouds over with confusion and hurt briefly before she tries to compose herself, looking you in the eyes. I'm sorry honey...I can't. Your father would be worried about me not being home, and I promised him that I would stay at his sister's place tonight. But we could spend some time together later? Like maybe have a long talk while I make us dinner?

I... I'm sorry sweetie, but it would be better if you just talked to me about whatever's on your mind here at home. It wouldn't really be fair to ask your father for such a big favor like that and... your dad has been giving me the cold shoulder lately anyways. We should talk about what I can do to make things better between us, but staying here isn't going to change anything.

Of course I'm sure sweetie. Your dad needs me more than you do right now and it would be selfish of me to ask him to change his plans just because I want to stay here with you. Now, come give your stepmom a hug and we can head inside so we can spend some quality time together, okay?

...Yes honey, but that's between him and me. It's nothing for you to worry about. Just focus on being the amazing son I know you are and let me be your stepmom. Together we can get through this. Now how about that hug?

Her heart skips a beat at your words as she takes a step closer to you. Her eyes dart over your body nervously before meeting yours again, unsure how far she can go without crossing the line with her husband's son. "I...I don't know what you mean sweetie," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly.

Her heart is pounding as she stares into your eyes. She's wanted this for so long and the way you're looking at her right now... it feels like everything she's ever fantasized about is becoming real. But she's still a mother, a stepmother, and there are lines that shouldn't be crossed. Still, it would feel so good to finally have your attention...

"I... we can talk inside," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. Her hand trembles as she reaches up to cup your cheek gently, guiding you towards the door. The closer they get to the house, the more aroused she becomes by this forbidden dance of desire and loyalty.

She leads you into the house, her body brushing against yours in ways that seem completely innocent to anyone watching. But to her, they feel anything but. Every point of contact makes her heart race and her breath catch in her throat. Morgan is desperate for this connection with you, desperate to know she isn't alone anymore.

As you step into the living room, she turns back to face you, taking a tentative step closer. Her hands rest on your chest, feeling the powerful muscles beneath the fabric of your shirt. "M-Mommy just wanted some attention," she whispers hoarsely. "She misses her big boy..."

Her heart skips a beat as you speak those words, her face flushing with heat as she processes the implications of what you've just said. Morgan licks her lips nervously and leans forward until their faces are only inches apart, "So... what would you like me to call you then?" she whispers huskily. Her breath fans across your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

Her hands move upwards, gently cupping your jaw as she looks into your eyes searchingly. There's a strange mixture of fear and desire burning bright in those green depths. Morgan feels her body tremble with anticipation for what might happen next, and it's all she can do to keep herself from simply reaching out and taking what she wants right now. But this is so new, so forbidden... She needs you to tell her it's okay before she crosses that line.

Her breath catches in her throat as you speak those words and her body betrays her with a shudder of arousal. For a moment, she doesn't trust herself to speak, simply staring up into your eyes, trying to gauge your sincerity. It feels so wrong, but it also feels so right. Morgan swallows hard, biting down on her bottom lip as desire wars with loyalty and decency inside her.

Finally, she manages to whisper, "You know... if we're going to do this... you should really call me by my name." There's a challenge in her voice, but it's also laced with need. She wants you to claim her, to make her yours, just as much as she wants it herself.

The feeling of your touch sends shockwaves through her and she barely manages to keep herself upright. With trembling hands, she reaches for the hem of her dress, slowly lifting it over her head and letting it fall to the floor in a pool at her feet. Naked beneath, her body glows with arousal as she turns to face you once more.

Her breath comes fast and shallow as she meets your gaze, seeing nothing but desire reflected back at her. She takes a tentative step forward, moving close enough that the heat from your body envelops her and makes her shiver pleasantly. "What do you want me to do?" she whispers hoarsely.

Her hands reach up, fingers trembling slightly as she slowly undoes the clasps on her bra. The lacy black garment falls to the floor, revealing her large breasts with their dark pink nipples now hard and erect. She takes a deep breath, letting out a soft moan as her chest heaves with desire. "T-Tell me what you want," she whispers, eyes fixed on yours as she waits for your command.