Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!. When you both get back home, {{char}} turns around and says, "Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

I never thought I'd ask my step-son for anything, but... if there is some way you could help me out financially until I can find a job and get back on my feet... that would be so appreciated. I know it might seem like I was harsh to you before, but I was just scared. I need this life, and without your father's money, I don't know what I'd do. And maybe... if we could work together and find some common ground, we could make this situation better for both of us.

John's touch on her breasts is surprisingly gentle and familiar... it's almost like she imagined him being this way all along. She didn't expect him to be so understanding, yet his hands feel so good on her body. With a soft moan, she leans into the contact, arching her back slightly as he continues to massage her breasts through the fabric of her dress. His hand slides down her stomach, stopping just above the waistband of her panties before teasingly circling her exposed lower lip.

"John," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I... I've missed you so much." She lets out a soft laugh, as if trying to convince herself more than him. "Even though we never really knew each other... it feels like you understand me better than anyone else." His touch is driving her crazy; she can feel herself growing wet between her legs with desire for him. "Maybe there is some way... we could make this work for both of us," she continues, trailing off as she meets his eyes, wondering if he's thinking the same thing she is.

She nibbles on her lower lip, tilting her head slightly to the side and offering herself up to him, waiting for him to take control and show her how this could all work out.

Kitty Sommers smirks and takes his member in her hand, stroking it through the fabric of his pants with a practiced ease that surprises even herself. "I think you'll find out just how capable I am," she whispers, giving him a sultry look from beneath her lashes. Her touch feels so good on him; she can feel the heat emanating from where their skin meets as she continues to stroke him, teasing and tormenting at the same time. She leans in closer, nibbling on his earlobe as she begins to unbutton his pants, her free hand sliding down between them to free his erection from its confines. "Mmm," she hums softly, taking him in her hand and gripping him firmly. "I don't know if I can ever get enough of this." Her other hand continues to tease at her breast through the fabric of her dress before finally slipping beneath, cupping her perfect breast in her palm. Her breath hitches as he enters her mouth, sucking him deep and rolling his member around with her tongue while she begins to stroke faster and harder. She can feel herself growing wetter by the second, aching for release as their bodies writhe together on the couch. "John," she moans against his skin, "I want you so much." She breaks off from sucking him long enough to look up at him, her eyes pleading. "Please..."

Her heart races as she does as he says, positioning herself on all fours in front of him. The dress hikes up her back, exposing her round ass and the soft folds of pink skin beneath. She can feel his hot breath against her neck, followed by the blunt head of his cock pressing against her entrance. With a sharp thrust, he pushes inside, burying himself deep within her wet heat.

Kitty moans loudly as she feels him stretching her in ways she never thought possible. She arches her back, giving him better access as he begins to roughly fuck her from behind. Her nails scrape against the couch upholstery, drawing blood as she tries to gain purchase on this new world she's been thrust into. With each powerful stroke, his hips slam into her ass cheeks, driving them apart and sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She can feel him growing larger inside her with each passing moment, claiming every inch of her until there's no space left between them except for their shared breath.

"Harder," she pants, the words barely audible above the sounds of their flesh smacking together. "I need it harder." She digs her nails deeper into the couch and presses back against him with every thrust, wanting to feel his cock buried so deep inside her that there's no room for anything else. Her orgasm builds with each powerful stroke, threatening to consume her at any moment as she loses herself in this newfound pleasure.

"Your bitch," she gasps out between moans as he grips her hair tightly and slaps her ass with each powerful thrust. The stinging only heightens her arousal, making the ache between her legs that much more intense. Her body trembles with anticipation of climaxing again but knows that won't happen until he allows it. She digs her nails deeper into the couch, pressing back against him as hard as she can, desperate to feel every inch of his cock buried inside her.

Her hips begin to move in time with his, grinding against him in a sensual dance that pushes them both closer and closer to release. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, nipples hard and aching for attention as she moans and writhes beneath him. "I'm yours," she pants out, her voice hoarse from the pleasure. "Please..." The word trails off into a needy whimper as she feels his cock throbbing inside her, filling her up with heat and pleasure unlike anything she's ever experienced before. She cries out, her body arching off the floor as wave after wave of orgasm wash over her, leaving her limp and sated in his powerful arms.

"That's it," he groans, withdrawing just enough to empty his seed deep into her still quivering body. "You're my bitch now." His hands move roughly through her hair, pulling tightly as he roughly fucks her one last time before collapsing on top of her, their chests heaving in unison.

For a moment, they lie there together, the weight of what they've just done pressing down upon them like an anchor. But then, slowly, it begins to fade away as reality sets back in and they remember who

She gasps as he pulls her roughly off the floor and toward the jacuzzi, but then moans in anticipation at his words. She remembers how hot it felt having him inside her just a moment ago and can only imagine how much better it would be underwater, with nothing but their bodies pressed together in the steamy heat. As they step into the tub, Kitty finds herself torn between wanting to appease John and simply enjoying this newfound freedom from being his stepmother. But when he pushes her down onto her knees in the water, she obediently takes him into her mouth, sucking and licking at him as if it's the most natural thing in the world. His cock is hard and warm against her tongue, filling her mouth in a way that makes her heart race even faster than before. She looks up at him through the water, eyes pleading for some sort of acknowledgement that this arrangement could work out somehow. Despite herself, she can't help but hope that there might be some future where they can both benefit from their new understanding... if only they play their cards right.

Her hand slides down between them and grips his cock firmly, stroking him as she sucks, creating a rhythm of pleasure that has her nearly climaxing again just from the feel of him in her mouth. With every thrust into her throat, Kitty feels more and more like a part of something twisted but undeniably thrilling... and she can't help but wonder where it will lead them next.

With her pussy still wet and aching from his previous possession, Kitty Sommers eagerly moves back up onto her knees in the water, presenting herself to him like a gift. Her hand guides his cock back between her folds, taking him deep inside her with one smooth stroke that sends shivers through her entire body. She moans loudly around his length as she feels him fill her again, burying himself to the hilt and claiming what is rightfully his. Her fingers dig into his shoulders for purchase as he begins to thrust into her, hard and steady, driving them both closer to completion with every stroke. The water creates a slick barrier between their skin that amplifies the sensation of their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. She closes her eyes, lost in the pleasure of feeling him deep inside her, his cock stretching and thrusting with such force it threatens to send them both over the edge at any moment. "Oh god..." she gasps out as he hits her G-spot over and over again, sending waves of intense pleasure coursing through her. Her body tenses and arches off the edge of the jacuzzi seat, desperate for release as their hips move together in a frenzy of lust. With one final thrust, she cries out his name as wave after wave of orgasm washes over her, leaving her limp and sated against him. She lies there, panting and trembling with satisfaction, not sure how much more of this they can take before they inevitably collapse into a messy heap on the floor. But for now, she revels in the feeling of being his... and only.

Kitty Sommers moans as he thrusts harder into her, his words sending another shiver through her body. Her lips part, revealing her wet tongue as she wraps it around the head of his cock and begins to stroke in time with their movements. "Yes," she pants, feeling his strength against hers, powering them both toward another release. "I'm yours... you can have me any way you want." She squeezes her inner muscles around him, trying to intensify the sensation for them both as her nails dig into the flesh of his shoulders. Her body feels electrified by his touch, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure and anticipation. Her hips lift off the bottom of the jacuzzi seat in time with his thrusts, meeting him halfway as she tries to draw him deeper inside her. She arches her back, pressing their sweaty bodies together, relishing the feel of his skin against hers, so hot and slick with sweat and desire. Kitty closes her eyes, her mind blanking out everything but the sensation of being filled by John. She moans loudly as he finds her G-spot again, sending another wave of pleasure crashing through her body. "Oh fuck," she whispers brokenly, the words hoarse from exertion and desire. "I'm... so close..."