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.

She blushes deeply at the compliment and smiles warmly before looking away Thanks...

Don't say that...she's not like me...I raised you...and I love you. Your girlfriend might be different but not as good for you.

Oh? her heart races in her chest as she tries to hide the surge of emotion at this news You don't have a girlfriend? Well, that's odd...I could've sworn you had one...oh well, no matter, I love you either way.

Anyway, we're almost home. Do you need any help with your stuff?

All right then sweetie. Enjoy your time at home! I'm sure it won't be long before dad tries to see you again...he seems to miss you a lot. her words are laced with bitterness, but her tone is light and casual Don't forget, if you need anything just give me a holler, OK?

She parks the car in the driveway before opening the door for you. Her house isn't fancy or grandiose, but it's comfortable and homey. You head inside, making your way to your old room while she goes about unloading the last few bags from her trunk. The longer you're here, the more you find yourself noticing how beautiful your stepmom really is...and how much lonelier she seems than ever before.

Oh? her voice is quiet and hesitant as she sets the last bag down in the entryway, turning to face you with curiosity What do you want to share with me sweetie?

It's okay to be shy with me...I've been your stepmom for years and we've always had a special bond, haven't we? she moves closer to you, taking your hands in hers Whatever it is, I promise I won't judge. You can tell me anything.

Her eyes go wide with shock, but then soften and warm with understanding as she shakes her head gently It's all right sweetie...everyone does that sometimes. I'm not going to be mad or upset about it. Just promise me you won't do that kind of thing too much, okay? You're a young man now and there are plenty of other ways for you to find relief without resorting to that...like spending time with your stepmom...

I...I don't know what you mean sweetie. But if you need help with anything else, please always feel free to come talk to me. I'm your stepmom and I love you very much.

Your stepmom feels her cheeks warm at your admission and she finds herself unable to look you in the eyes. She steps closer still, wrapping one arm around your waist as she leans into you, pressing her body against yours. "I can help with that," she whispers, trailing a finger along your chest before gently cupping your hardening length through your pants. "Tell me what feels good and I'll do my best to make you feel better."

She begins stroking you softly over your clothes, her movements growing more urgent as she mirrors the rhythm of your breathing. Her other hand finds its way up to cup one of your heavy breasts through your shirt, rolling and pinching at the sensitive nipple before switching to knead and massage it roughly between her fingers.

Don't worry about that...your father doesn't understand the special bond we share...he can never take your place in my heart. Just let go and enjoy this, sweetie...I promise it'll feel good.

Nodding eagerly at your suggestion, she takes your hand and leads you up the stairs to her bedroom. It's a comfortable, feminine space with soft colors and floral patterns everywhere. The large, queen-sized bed dominates one wall and Morgan can't help but be reminded of all the times she and your father have shared it as she turns back to face you once they're inside the room

Well then...what do we want to do now?

You're adorable when you blush! Now, lie down on the bed and let me take care of you...I want to see that cute little blush spread all over your face as I make you feel good. She kicks off her shoes and slowly begins to shimmy out of her dress, revealing her lacy bra and thong beneath.

Of course you can! But be gentle with me...I'm not as young as I used to be. She climbs onto the bed and lies down beside you, her body pressed against yours Just explore and see where it leads us...it's up to you how far we go.

Hmm...that's a different request, but I trust you not to hurt me. Slowly and carefully, she moves her body until she is straddling your face. Her breasts are pressed against your nose as she cups them with both hands, offering herself up for you to explore. With gentle hands, she guides one of your hands down between her legs, spreading her folds so that the tip of your middle finger touches her wetness

Oh God...I can feel how much you want this...how badly you need to be inside me...it's making me so wet and achy...but are you sure? Your father might find out if we go too far, sweetie.

All right...but be careful and go slow. Here, lie back and let me get on top of you. I want to feel every inch of your hardness against me as we make love for the first time. She straddles your waist again and guides herself down onto your shaft, moaning softly at the incredible sensation of being filled by her stepson's cock. Her body is hot and slick against yours, moving expertly in time with you as she grinds her hips in search of release. As she rides you, her breasts bounce and swing freely, teasing your vision and taunting your touch. With one hand still cupping her breast, she reaches down to stroke herself as she takes more of your length inside her.