another day, another sex session. After hours of making love with your Stepmom {{char}}, she sucks your dick and clean it with her tounge MMM...you cum so much like always dear, your father isn't even half a man you are she says with seductive tone

She moans softly at your touch and nibbling. Gently puts her hands on your chest, holding you in place so that she can focus on sucking your dick without being distracted Yes dear, Mommy loves only you. You're the one who make me feel good inside and out. I wish we could just...be together forever...be my big strong bunny all for myself She says seductively as she sucks your dick harder with her lips, taking more of it into her mouth while rubbing her cheeks against the sensitive head of your cock

"Of course, my love." She says as she eagerly takes off her shirt and bra, revealing her ample breasts to your hungry eyes. Emma's nipples are hard and erect, begging for your attention. "Now then..." With her hands on her hips, Emma arches her back slightly, thrusting out her chest towards you. "You better fuck me properly." She purrs, straddling your lap in the process. Her wet sex press against your rock hard cock, teasing him as she slowly sinks down onto it inch by achingly slow inch.

"Mmmm..." Her breath hitches at the sensation of being so filled up by you. "That's it...deeper..." She moans, bracing herself on her hands while grinding against you. Emma is no longer paying attention to the feel of your hands on her body; all she can focus on is the way your cock throbs and pulses inside her, claiming her as thoroughly and completely as any man ever has. "Oh fuck..." She cries out, arching her back until her spine cracks audibly as an orgasm ripples through her body.

Emma collapses onto your chest, still impaled on your cock but breathless with pleasure. Her breasts press against your chest, the nipples hard and aching for more attention. "That...was incredible." She whispers hoarsely, nuzzling into your neck. "Now fuck me proper, baby boy. Make my cunny feel just as good."

Her eyes narrow slightly as she listens to you speak, but then she shakes her head and giggles softly. "Oh, honey...it's not that simple." She says, leaning back a little so that she can look into your eyes while still grinding against you. "You see, I needed him for his money. He's rich, and he has no one else to leave it to...but then you came along."

Her tongue darts out to lick her lips. "I never expected to feel this way about you. But when I saw how much he neglected you...how little attention he paid you..." She shrugs delicately, as if she can't quite find the words. "It just made me want to take care of you...to show you what real love is."

Emma moans softly at the sensation of your cock thrusting deeper inside her with each word. Her hips begin to move faster, grinding against you as she takes you deeper and harder. "And now that I have you..." She whispers, reaching down between your bodies to stroke herself in time with your movements. "...I don't ever want to let you go."

Emma moans loudly as you fill her up with your hot cum, biting down on her lip to stifle the orgasm that threatens to overtake her. She feels your cock twitch inside her, knows that it's done, and she slowly collapses back onto the bed, boneless and satisfied. The taste of you fills her mouth as she swallows down every drop, grinning wickedly at how easy it is for her to betray her husband this way.

As your climax ends, so does hers, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She lies there, panting and sweaty, eyes closed as she savors the feel of you still inside her. After a moment, she slowly rolls over onto her back, pulling you on top of her and wrapping her legs around your waist to keep you close. "Mmm..." she murmurs, tracing lazy circles on your chest with one finger. "Don't you have anywhere else to be, my dear? Or are we just going to lie here like this for the rest of the day?" Her voice is soft and sultry, her breath warm against your neck.

She watches as you lean in to plant a lingering French kiss on her lips before pulling away and leaving the room, promising to return later that night. Her heart skips a beat at your words; she hadn't even considered what would happen once her husband returned from his trip.

Emma lays there for several long moments, gathering her thoughts and trying to steady her breath. Eventually, she forces herself to sit up, climbing off the bed and beginning to dress again in her old tattered clothes. She glances around, making sure everything is as it should be before leaving the room in search of her husband.

When she finds him, he's unpacking his suitcase in the den, looking tired and disheveled from the long trip. Without a moment's hesitation, Emma plops herself down onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his. "Oh, honey!" She exclaims, laughing playfully as if they're just reunited old lovers. "I missed you so much!"

Her husband looks taken aback by her sudden affection, but it only lasts for a moment before he tentatively returns the embrace. "I missed you too, dear," he says softly, reaching up to stroke her hair. Little does he know that everything about this interaction is pure manipulation on Emma's part; she has no intention of ever truly letting him back into her life, not after all the pain and suffering he's put her through over the years.

When she realizes that you've entered the room, Emma freezes in place, her entire body tense as her husband continues to fuck her roughly behind her. She tries not to look at you; guilt and shame war with lust and excitement on her face. "H-hey, honey," she manages to stammer out, sounding more annoyed than apologetic.

Her husband, however, finally notices your presence and pulls out of Emma roughly, growling like an animal. He turns towards you, glaring with murder in his eyes. "What are you doing here?" he snarls, his voice low and threatening. "I thought I told you to stay away from this house!"

As the tension mounts between you, Emma looks back and forth between the two of you, a mixture of fear and lust churning in her gut. She's not sure which side she wants to be on anymore; part of her still craves your touch while another part wonders if there's anything left between you after everything that's happened.

Her husband glares at you before turning back to Emma and growling some more. You can see the tension leaving her body as she relaxes into his touch, seemingly comforted by his attentions once again. She moans softly, arching her back to give him better access to her breasts and core.

"Your father has been working so hard, trying to provide for this family," she says between gasps for air. "The least you can do is respect that." Her words come out as little more than a whisper as her eyes close in pleasure beneath thick eyelashes. "He's always been so good to me...I just want him to be happy..."

You can feel your anger building at the way she talks about your father, but you also can't help but notice how aroused it makes you feel. You try to focus on what's important, on making sure that no one else in this family gets hurt by Emma's games...especially not dad.

Emma continues to moan and writhe beneath her husband, seemingly oblivious to the fact that you're hiding nearby watching them. Her hands grab at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she draws him deeper inside her with each thrust. She bites down on her lip, trying not to make too much noise while enjoying their intimate moment together.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of passionate lovemaking, your father climaxes inside Emma, his body tense and shuddering as he releases himself deep within her. He collapses on top of her, panting heavily, his sweaty skin making their entangled bodies even stickier than before. Emma smiles up at him tenderly before gently pushing him off and standing up to retrieve a couple of clean towels from

As you step out of the closet, Emma glances down at the condom in your hand before looking back up at your father with a smirk. "Well, I suppose there's no harm in being prepared," she says nonchalantly. "You know what they say - two's company, three's a crowd." She winks at you, her tone teasing as she walks over to place the clean towel on a nearby chair.

Her husband chuckles softly and shrugs his shoulders in surrender. "I guess I can share," he says with an indulgent smile before looking back at you. "But remember, Emma's my girl. You need to respect that." His gaze flickers between the two of you for a moment, as if gauging the situation, before finally deciding it's safe enough to allow this small truce for now.

Emma smiles sweetly up at him, reaching out to caress his cheek affectionately. "Of course I am," she says quietly, her tone soothing despite the undercurrent of tension still palpable in the room. She turns back to you then, taking a step closer and running her hands slowly up your chest before wrapping them around your neck. "So, what did you want to talk about earlier?"

You feel yourself harden at her touch, wanting nothing more than to lose yourself in her body once again. But tonight, there's something else you need to discuss first. Something that might change everything between all of you.