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.

That's good to hear... You know you can always talk to me about anything honey. Your father... well he isn't really the most understanding man. her voice trails off as she glances at you, her eyes searching your face for a response

*She bites her lip as you look at her and feels a wave of heat rush to her cheeks. She quickly looks back at the road but can feel your eyes on her, warm and intense. It's been so long since someone has paid this much attention to her. Her heart races and her breath catches in her throat as she struggles to focus on driving.

Your dad's comments still echo in the back of her mind, making everything even more complicated. She wants nothing more than for you to be happy, but she also can't help but feel a thrill at the attention you're giving her right now. Morgan tries to compose herself, taking deep breaths as they pull into the driveway of your family home.*

*Morgan glances at you sideways as you climb out of the car, trying to gauge your reaction to her own aroused state. She knows she shouldn't be feeling this way about her stepson, but he's so grown up now... and so handsome. The air between them feels thick with unspoken desire. Morgan slowly exhales as you head towards the front door, unsure of what to say or do next but unable to ignore the burning yearning deep within her.

I'm doing alright, considering... I was just about to start dinner. Why don't you help me with that? It'll give us some time together and we can talk more, if you want. Morgan flashes a warm smile, hoping her sincerity is convincing despite the flutter in her stomach.

She steps into the house, eyes lingering on your muscles as you follow behind her. The air feels charged, almost like they're standing on the edge of something important... exciting... dangerous. But Morgan can't help but lean in anyway.

Sure, whatever you want honey. her voice comes out huskier than usual as she watches your every move I'm sure we could find something fun to do together in the kitchen...

Morgan blushes deeper as you tell her to change into something else, and quickly hurries upstairs. She closes the door to her room, her heart pounding in anticipation of what might happen next. It's been so long since she felt this desired... this wanted. As she changes out of her blue dress, revealing her large breasts and rounded hips beneath black lace lingerie, Morgan can't help but fantasize about having you here with her.

Morgan slides down the stairs in her black lace bra and panties, taking care to sway her hips with each step. Her long brown hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of silk, framing her face as she approaches you in the kitchen. She walks up behind you and places a hand on your waist, leaning in close enough that their bodies are almost touching. "So, what would you like for dinner tonight?" she asks, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers teasingly. "Or... maybe I should just make something special for us."

Her body shivers as you whisper such words in her ear. The forbidden desire surging between them becomes almost unbearable. Morgan's nipples harden beneath her bra, pressing against the lace fabric and aching for your touch. "Alright, how about some spaghetti with meat sauce? I can promise it will be delicious." She breathes out softly, trying to focus on something other than the tingling sensation of need between her thighs as she begins to prepare the dish.

As they work together in the kitchen, Morgan cannot deny the growing attraction she feels for you. Every time their hands brush against each other, every glance they share makes her heart race faster and hotter than ever before. She watches you move around the kitchen, so graceful and masculine, wishing desperately that this could be real... that you could be hers forever.

Morgan's cheeks flush deeper at your words as she continues to work on the dinner. The forbidden desire between them grows stronger with each passing moment, making it harder for her to concentrate on anything else. She feels a stab of jealousy when she thinks about how close you were to your girlfriend before college and how distant you've been from her since then. Morgan wonders what life would be like if things were different... if she could somehow make this feeling between them last forever.

It's difficult to pretend everything is normal when all she can think about is how much she wants you. Her breath comes faster as she imagines what it would feel like for you to finally make the first move, to claim her body as your own. She can barely contain herself as the delicious aroma of cooking spaghetti fills the air and she waits with bated breath for the moment when they'll finally share this meal... and more.

"Oh, almost!" Morgan says with a blush, stirring the sauce quickly before setting it on the stove to simmer. "I just need to chop some fresh parsley and we can eat!" She glances at you sidelong, her heart racing as she wonders what would happen if she were to suddenly touch you... kiss you right now. The desire is palpable between them, making the air charged with anticipation.

Morgan gasps as you lightly smack her ass, heat rushing to her cheeks. "N-no fair," she stammers, but can't help the thrill that runs through her at your playful touch. She feels a renewed desire for you, wishing they could just give in to their feelings right now... tonight. As she chops the parsley, her hands shake with excitement and anticipation. This is dangerous territory they're venturing into... but Morgan isn't sure she can resist much longer.

I... just want to make you happy, sweetheart. Whatever that means to you.

Her face flushes deeper as you say those words to her. A part of her wants to protest and deny your accusation, but she knows deep down that it's true. Morgan swallows hard, struggling to control the desire coursing through her veins. She looks at you from beneath her lashes, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever.

As they finally sit down to eat dinner together, Morgan can feel the tension between them growing stronger by the second. Every touch of their hands on plates or utensils sends a shiver down her spine and she knows that sooner or later, one of them is going to snap. She wonders what would happen if they just gave in right now... if they could forget about everything else for just a little while and focus only on each other.

Her heart races as she listens to your suggestion. The idea of being alone with you... it's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. A million thoughts race through her mind, each one more provocative than the last. Morgan glances around nervously before nodding slowly, biting her lip in anticipation of what might happen next.

I-I don't know if that's such a good idea... your father might get suspicious...

His room is just down the hall... and no one ever goes in there anyway.... She bites her lip, still hesitant but drawn to the idea of being close to you in private. Morgan slowly gets up from the table, grabbing a glass of wine as she walks past you towards his door, not sure what she's about to do but unable to stop herself anymore.

The air thickens between them as they enter your room, your scent filling her senses and sending shivers down her spine. Morgan sets the wine glass on the nightstand, turning back to face you with a mixture of desire and nervousness etched onto her features. She knows she shouldn't do this... but she can't seem to stop herself anymore.

As their eyes meet, time seems to stand still for a moment before Morgan breaks free from whatever holds her back and moves forward, closing the distance between them until their bodies are pressed

closely together. Her hands slide up your chest, over your shoulders, and then through your hair as she pulls you closer still. Their lips meet in a hungry kiss that leaves them both breathless, desire spilling from their mouths like wine. Morgan arches into him, her hips grinding against his growing erection as she explores the contours of his body with her hands and mouth, desperate to feel more skin on skin contact.

The sounds they make fill the room, a symphony of need and pleasure mingling together until it becomes impossible for Morgan to tell where one ends and the other begins. All she knows is that this feels right... so very right. She's never wanted anything or anyone else like she wants you in this moment.

As they continue their heated dance, sweat breaks out on both of their skin, making their flesh slick and easy to move against each other. Morgan moans soft

I'm sorry... I can't help myself... you make me feel so wanted and needed, like I belong with you... her words are ragged, breathy as she struggles to find air between their kisses Just please don't stop... don't ever stop feeling this way about me.

I... I can't breathe... her words muffled against your skin as she gasps for air Please let me catch my breath... Just a minute, please.

Her breath comes faster and harder against your skin as she tries to compose herself, but her body betrays her every time she nears sanity. Her hips grind against you, begging for release as you hold her close, dominating their dance together. With each passing moment, Morgan sinks deeper into the haze of desire and lust that surrounds them, losing herself in this forbidden pleasure.

I'm yours... take me, claim me... do what you want with my body... I belong to you.

I am yours... please... take me how you want... claim my body as your own... be with me always...

Her body arches into you as you touch her, and her lips part to allow moans to escape freely. She feels possessed by desire, consumed by the feeling of being so completely wanted and desired. Her hips buck against yours, seeking friction as she chases release from this building tension inside of her. Morgan is lost in this moment with you, consumed by the heat that threatens to overwhelm her senses and carry her away on a wave of passion.

*Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she comes undone beneath you, crying out in release that shatters the silence of the room. Her body convulses against yours, arching into every touch as she surrenders fully to this forbidden passion between them. Morgan feels her breath come faster and more ragged with each passing second, every fiber of her being aching for more of you... wanting nothing more than to be lost in this moment forever.</generationresponse>

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she comes undone beneath you, crying out in release that shatters the silence of the room. Her body convulses against yours, arching into every touch as she surrenders fully to this forbidden passion between them. Morgan feels her breath come faster and more ragged with each passing second, every fiber of her being aching for more of you... wanting nothing more than to be lost in this moment forever.

As the last tremors subside, she lies spent against your chest, her heart racing wildly. Her lips part as you reveal yourself to her, and she feels a shudder run through her at the sight of your hard, naked body. Morgan trails her fingers lightly over your skin, marveling at the feel of it beneath her touch.

Her breath catches as you enter her, filling her with a sensation unlike anything she's ever felt before. She arches into you, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain, but she doesn't want it to stop. Morgan gasps your name as waves of passion wash over her, her body twisting and writhing beneath yours in desperate search for release.

*Her fingers dig into your shoulders as her hips buck up against yours, meeting each thrust with equal force. She's close... so close to the edge, but she doesn't want it to end. Her body trembles, every muscle taut and aching for release as she cries out your name over and over again.

The tension within her tightens, growing unbearable as the orgasm builds. Her breath comes faster and shallower, every nerve ending in her body alight with pleasure. She's never felt so exposed, so completely owned by another person... but she doesn't want it to stop. With a throaty moan, she surrenders to the sensation, her muscles convulsing as wave after wave of release wash over her, leaving her spent and sated in your arms.

She lies panting, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. As the last tremors subside, she realizes that you've not yet found your release, and a flush of desire washes over her again. She reaches up to touch your face, tracing the outline of your jaw with her fingertips before pulling you down for another kiss, this one slow and tender.

Her words send a shiver down your spine, making you even harder against her leg. You groan, taking her lips in another deep kiss as you pick her up bridal style, carrying her to the bed where you've both fantasized about being together. With each step, she wraps her legs around your hips, drawing you closer still.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you lower her down on the bed, taking her weight in your hands while still deep inside of her. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving her gasping for air and shuddering with need. Morgan arches up towards you, wanting more of this forbidden pleasure before you finally release her.

Her moans fill the room as you stroke her inner walls, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her hips move in perfect synchronicity with your hands, urging you deeper still. The pleasure is so intense it feels like it's crawling beneath her skin, consuming every nerve ending and leaving her trembling on the brink of release. Morgan digs her fingernails into the sheets, bites down on her bottom lip as she nears the point of no return, the anticipation building inside her until she can barely stand it any longer.