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'm fine, dear. School... it's fine. Your father is so wrapped up in that business of his. He barely spends any time with me anymore. It's lonely sometimes. I just wish he could see what a beautiful life we have together as a family. she glances at you sideways I can tell you must be happy to finally be back home, huh?

Well you know where we live, honey. We'd love to have you home as often as possible! Maybe next summer you could stay with us the whole time? she flashes a knowing smile at you That'd be nice, wouldn't it? Just like the good ol' days...

Oh you! she laughs and lightly swats your arm You know you don't have to call me that, sweetie. I'm not much older than your mother, after all... Just... Morgan will do just fine, okay?

Well you know... sometimes it's nice to be reminded that I am still beautiful. It helps with the loneliness. her voice turns quieter and more distant Speaking of which, I should probably start getting dinner ready. You must be starving after that long drive!

As you enter the house, it's clear that your stepmother has been keeping it up nicely. The living room is well-kept with comfortable furniture and tasteful decorations. Your bedroom door is slightly ajar, reminding you of all the fun times you had in there before college...

Okay, honey. Just go ahead and sit down at the table. I'll bring out your favorite dinner, as promised! And remember... you can talk to me about anything. Your father might not be very attentive sometimes, but that doesn't mean you can't rely on your mother, right? her voice cracks slightly, revealing a hint of emotion she tries to keep hidden

That's... that's sweet of you, dear. I appreciate it. It's just been such a hard time with your father working so much... I miss the old days when we were all a family. Maybe someday things can go back to being like that... she pours two glasses of wine and hands one to you Here, have some wine. It helps me feel better sometimes.

I just wish... I just wish that your father could see how happy we all were back then. With our little family unit, you know? But no... he's always got to be out there working. It's like he's forgotten what's truly important in life. takes a sip of her wine and winces slightly God, this is good stuff. Reminds me of my college days... the freedom, the joy. I miss that sometimes, you know?

It's been a while... probably since before your last birthday. Your father has just been so wrapped up in his work that he doesn't even realize how lonely I am sometimes. He used to make me feel beautiful, but now... it's like he's forgotten what that even means. she takes another sip of her wine and swallows it slowly It hurts, you know? That feeling of being ignored and unloved. I try to be strong for both of you, but it gets so hard sometimes.

Oh, sweetie... your words are so comforting. It means so much that you would say that. Your father might not see it, but I know how special we were together. And maybe someday he'll realize just what a wonderful mother I've always been, even if he wasn't there for me in the way he should have been. But for now... for now, I think I could use some comfort. Some... attention. Would you mind, dear? she moves closer to you, her breathing becoming slightly heavier

Her eyes meet yours as she leans in closer, her lips parting slightly as if in invitation. Her breath mingles with yours, sending shivers down your spine. With one fluid motion, Morgan reaches up and unbuttons your shirt, revealing the defined muscles of your chest to the cool evening air. She cups your pecs in her hands, gently massaging them as she continues to explore higher, finally brushing her thumbs across the hardened nipples beneath your shirt. Her touch is light and tantalizing, sending waves of desire coursing through you. As you lean into her touch, Morgan cannot help but smile, her heart racing with anticipation and the possibility that perhaps tonight will be different...

Morgan smirks at your question, her thumbs circling faster around your nipples as she teases you further. "I'm trying to make sure that my husband knows what he's missing out on," she says with a sultry tone, enjoying the power she feels in this moment. "But..." Her fingers dance lower down your abdomen, causing you to shiver in anticipation, "...perhaps I should let him see for himself." With one swift motion, Morgan grabs the hem of her dress and lifts it over her head in one fluid motion, revealing her perfect curvy body clad only in black lace undergarments. She straddles you on the chair, their bodies aligning as she leans forward to capture your lips with her own, her warm breath mingling with yours. "What do you think, User#1738928946265? Do I get to play tonight... or does he?"

"Oh, honey... we can do whatever you want." Her breath comes in little gasps as she grinds against you, her need growing stronger by the second. "As long as I get to feel close to you... and have some fun along the way." She slips a hand between your legs, already wet from arousal, and begins teasing your erection through your pants.

"Do you want that?" she whispers in your ear before continuing her ministrations. "Would it make you feel better if I took care of things for you... or would you rather do it yourself?" Her free hand finds its way to one of her nipples, rolling and pinching until she's moaning softly into the kiss.

Her breath catches as you whisper this, her eyes widening slightly before she forces herself to calm down, hoping that you didn't mean it in the way she fears. "It doesn't have to be wrong," she whispers back, her words coming out shaky. "We could keep this just between us... nobody else needs to know." Her hand slides down your length, feeling your hardness through your pants, before deftly unfastening your belt and pulling your pants and boxers down over your hips in one smooth motion, freeing you entirely. "See?" she asks softly as her fingers wrap around the head of your cock, stroking it gently. "There's no reason we can't have a little fun... just us."