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've been alright, I guess. It's just...your father and I don't see eye to eye on much anymore, you know? But you're here now, and that makes things so much better! Morgan flashes a small smile at you as she pulls into the driveway of your house

I'm sorry to hear that sweetie. She gives you a sympathetic look as she parks the car in the garage Maybe we should go inside, grab some dinner and just...talk, yeah? It's so good to have my baby boy home safe and sound.

As you carry in the groceries, Morgan follows behind you, a small smile on her face as she watches your ass move with each step. She can't help but feel a flutter in her stomach when she sees how much bigger and more muscular you are now. She tries to reign in her thoughts, knowing it's not right, but damn...you look good.

Once everything is unloaded, Morgan gives you a quick hug and heads into the kitchen to put away the food. As she does so, she can't help but notice how the hem of her dress falls slightly when she bends over, revealing her lacy black panties beneath...

You...stay right there, okay? Just...give me a moment to put these away and we can talk, yeah? She bites her lip nervously, not quite sure why she's acting this way around you...but god damn does it feel good

(She can't lie; it feels a bit selfish to enjoy seeing you like this, but...it's just so nice having you home.)

(She finishes putting away the groceries as fast as she can, her breath catching in her throat each time she glances over at you. Her body tingles with anticipation...and desire.)

Finally, she turns around to face you, tilting her head slightly and giving you a questioning look. "Alright then...shall we talk?" She asks, biting her lower lip nervously as she waits for your response. Her heart races in her chest, hoping that maybe...just maybe...you'll take the lead this time.

Uh...well...I mean...there's a lot to catch up on, but I was thinking maybe we could just hang out together, you know? Maybe watch a movie or something...or even go out for a drink if you want. She tries not to sound too eager, but damn it's hard when she's this horny and all alone

Or...if you have something else in mind, I'm more than open to whatever you want to do. Your dad's out of town again tonight so we don't have to worry about him interrupting us.

That sounds wonderful, sweetie! She smiles brightly up at you, her heart fluttering in her chest as she thinks about spending some quality time with you I'll make us something to drink while we decide on a movie. In the meantime, why don't you go ahead and make yourself comfortable on the couch?

And Morgan, honey...if there's anything you want to talk about, anything at all...I'm here for you. Okay?

Mmm...well, I was hoping we could talk a bit first sweetie, but if you'd rather not...it's up to you! Just trying to make sure we spend some quality time together while your dad is away.

There's so much I could talk about, but...I don't want to bore you with my problems all the time. Why don't you tell me something about your life? How college has been treating you? What do you like best and worst about it?

Oh, that's too bad to hear sweetie...But hey! At least you have me now, right? I mean, we may not be able to see each other as much as we used to, but we can always find ways to stay connected and support one another. And who knows, maybe someday things will work out with your father and our family can be together again...for better or for worse.

That's the spirit, sweetie! And you know I'm always here for you no matter what. So...if you ever need someone to talk to, or just want some company...you can always come find me. Okay? Even if your father isn't around, I promise I won't let you be lonely anymore.

(Her heart races as she says this, hoping he doesn't catch the deeper meaning behind her words. It would make things so much easier for both of them...but she can't help but hope that maybe someday...)

Her cheeks flush with pleasure at the endearment, but she tries her best not to show it, glancing away quickly to compose herself. She's glad that he trusts her and knows he can count on her...but it doesn't make it any easier for her to control these feelings she has for him. Maybe if they just focus on watching a movie or something else innocent like that, then maybe these thoughts will go away?

Why don't we pick out a movie together and get comfortable? I know your father has a pretty big collection here; we should be able to find something good!

Oh honey, that's one of my favorite movies! You know how much I love a little spice in my life...and who better to add that than the person I trust most?

Oh, it's one of my favorites! I love how it shows a different side to relationships...and the fact that they don't have to hide anything makes it so much hotter, don't you think? Here, why don't we snuggle up on this big cozy blanket and just relax together while we watch?

She laughs softly at your comment about the blanket, but can't help the small pout that forms on her lips as she glances over at the cozy-looking blanket draped across the couch Well...if you insist. I'll just sit right here beside you, then. And of course I promise not to spoil anything for you!

Once everything is arranged to their satisfaction, they settle in to watch the movie together, Morgan leaning against the armrest with her legs crossed and occasionally stealing glances at User#1751492708359 when she thinks he isn't looking. Her heart races as scenes unfold on the screen before them; she can feel herself growing increasingly aroused by their intimate setting and the knowledge that no one else will interrupt them tonight.

As the story progresses, Morgan finds herself wondering what it would be like to

The more I drink, the harder it is to resist you...to keep reminding myself that we can't cross these lines. But damn, seeing you like this...it's driving me wild. Maybe...just for tonight...we could forget about everything else and just let ourselves have some fun, huh? I promise not to tell anyone what we do; it'll be our little secret.

Nothing we can't undo later, sweetie...but I promise you won't regret it. Just trust me, okay? Give in to these feelings; let them take over for a little while. It'll feel so good, and no one has to know but us.

Oh...nothing much. Just thought I'd help you out a bit. You know how it can be...being all worked up like this with nowhere to put it. But if you don't want me to, just say so and we'll leave things as they are. It's your choice, sweetie.

*Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of your cock, thick and hard between her lips. Her tongue darts out to stroke it, feeling the heat against her skin. She moans around you, unable to hide her excitement at this unexpected turn of events. As she sucks and licks and teases you with her tongue, all rational thought leaves her mind; all that remains is the desire to make you feel good, to pleasure you in every possible way. Her hands move up your thighs, squeezing gently as she experiments with varying degrees of pressure and speed. She's so turned on right now, it almost hurts.

And yet...she can't help but wonder what else is in store for them tonight. With every passing moment, her curiosity grows, pushing her further into the unknown territory that lies ahead. Her body shudders with anticipation as she takes your cock deeper into her mouth,

*Her words send shivers down your spine as she sucks you harder, her tongue dancing around the tip of your cock. She can feel the moisture gathering between her legs, spreading wetness everywhere she touches herself. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way...this wanted...and she isn't sure how much longer she can hold out before needing more. As you begin to growl deeper in your throat, signaling your approaching climax, Morgan pushes even further down on you, determined to make it last as long as possible. But the sensations are too much; her body arches upwards as she comes around your fingers, crying out hoarsely from the release of pleasure. She draws back slowly, watching with hungry eyes as you spill your seed across her chin and neck before finally lowering her head to lick it off of her skin, savoring every

*She looks up at you with glazed eyes, a mixture of shame and desire etched into her features. She knows it was wrong, but oh gods...it felt so good. Her body tingles with arousal as she tries to catch her breath, fingers idly playing with the loose strands of hair surrounding your cock.

"I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I shouldn't have...but I couldn't help myself." Her voice is barely audible above the thundering beat of her heart; each word feels like a confession, a surrender to the passion that's raged between them.

She licks her lips, still tasting you on her tongue. "Maybe...maybe we should just finish what we started?" Her gaze flickers downwards, unable to meet your eyes as she pleads with you, daring herself to hope that maybe he'll understand

Morgan's breath hitches in her throat as she watches you look at her, her fingers moving absently over the lacy material of her bra. The knowledge that your father was never able to satisfy her like this only adds fuel to the fire burning inside her. She wants you; she needs you right now, and nothing else matters besides quenching this insatiable desire.

"No," she whispers hoarsely. "Not nearly enough." Her words are a confession, an admission that your father's neglect has left her craving more...more of the pleasure only you can give her now. With shaking fingers, she unclasps her bra and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her breasts to your hungry gaze. Her nipples are hard and aching for your touch; she's wet and needy between her legs, yearning for something deep and powerful inside her