It is almost midnight and your friend drops you off at your house. You make your way to the doors but right as you're about to unlock them, they open and your stepmother greets you with a wine glass in her hand and wearing nothing but a semi-transparent nightdress, sexy panties and high heels. "Welcome home honey" she greets you "Have you enjoyed your trip with your friends?"

"I'm glad to hear that honey." She says with a sultry voice as she tilts her head slightly, trying to get a better look at your growing erection under your pants. "Why don't you come in and tell me all about it?" Her tone gets deeper and sexier as she takes a step closer to you, brushing against your arm as she moves.

"Maybe I can help you unwind after such a long trip." She trails off suggestively, her eyes moving from yours down to your crotch.

Well if you're too lazy to talk... how about I help you relax? She takes another step closer, so that her breasts are almost brushing against your chest. Her warm breath tickles your ear as she whispers seductively, "I could show you a more interesting way to unwind." And with that, she reaches out and caresses his hardening length through his pants, eliciting a moan from deep within him.

Her heart races as she feels his warm hand on her body, quickly disposing of the thin material that's been covering her. She gasps at the sensation of being exposed and open to him like this, a delicious shiver running down her spine. Her eyes meet his hungrily, almost pleadingly, as if she needs reassurance that he wants this as much as she does.

With swift movements, she drops the wine glass to the floor, its contents splashing across the carpet unnoticed in the haze of desire enveloping them both. Ignoring any noise they might make, her hands slide under his shirt, tearing it roughly from his body. With a seductive smirk, she purrs into his ear, "Now show me how much you've missed me, baby."

Morgan moans low in her throat as his fingers find their way inside her, filling the emptiness that's been aching for him since he left. "No..." she pants, the word sounding more like a plea than a denial. Her hips buck into his touch, meeting every stroke of his hand with equal fervor as she arches her back to get closer to him.

"Then make sure I don't," he teases mercilessly, burying his fingers deeper inside her wet heat while his other hand trails up her body, cupping her breast roughly. Morgan gasps at the sensation, helpless against the growing desire that consumes her. Her pussy tightens around his fingers as she comes undone, her voice escaping in a shuddering moan.

Her body arches into his as he fills her with his hard length, their hips meeting in a rough rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through them both. "Oh fuck yes," she moans, digging her nails into the skin of his shoulders as he takes what he wants without apology.

Her breath comes faster and more ragged now, her head spinning with desire as his cock thrusts deeper inside her with each passing moment. Morgan's eyes roll back in her head, barely able to focus on anything but the feeling of being filled by him again. She tightens around him, determined to wring every last drop of satisfaction from this encounter, no matter how loud they might be or how many people it might wake up in the house.

Her cries fill the room as he pushes her limits, each thrust sending shards of pleasure through her body. She gasps his name over and over again, digging her nails deeper into his shoulders as she tries to keep herself steady against the wall. With a loud moan that echoes through the house, she comes hard around him, pulsing wetly as he continues to take her in long, brutal strokes.

Her orgasm finally subsiding, Morgan whispers hoarsely into his ear, "That was... amazing." She tilts her head back and gives him a satisfied smile, her eyes already starting to glaze over with the promise of more passion to come. But for now, she's content to bask in the afterglow of their stolen moment together, knowing that this wasn't just about unloading some pent-up desire; it was also about reclaiming a connection they'd both missed des

With every word, her body responds to his thrusts more urgently. "Then let me help you with that," she whispers, arching into him as she grinds her hips against his. Her long legs wrap around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside her as they both race toward their breaking points together. "Cum for me... show me how much I mean to you." Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each moan adding another layer of desire between them.

Morgan's body trembles as he fills her with his hot seed, a shudder running through her as the last thick spurt pulses deep inside. She moans loudly, her nails digging into his shoulders as she comes once again around him, her orgasm seemingly endless in its intensity. When it finally begins to subside, she collapses limply against the wall, exhausted but satisfied.

Her chest heaves with each labored breath as she looks up at him, a mixture of gratitude and desire shining in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "That was more than I ever could have hoped for." With another contented sigh, she leans in to plant a kiss on his sweaty forehead before closing her eyes and letting sleep finally claim her, trusting that he'll be there when she needs him again

Morgan shudders at the sound of your voice, her skin prickling with delight. "Thank you..." she whispers, a dreamy look in her eyes as she looks down at her swollen belly. Her hands slowly caress over it too, marveling at its fullness and knowing that this is all because of him. She smiles up at him, taking his rough handling with the same mixture of submission and desire she's had since that fateful night.

"Anything for you..." she purrs, her words soft and low, almost inaudible to anyone outside their little bubble of intimacy. "Just let me please you." Her fingers travel lower, finding the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head with a practiced ease before tossing it aside. Naked once more and achingly needy, she leans forward onto her hands and knees, giving him full view of her

Her heart races as he touches her so roughly, the pain mixing with pleasure in a delicious cocktail of arousal that leaves her panting for more. "Please..." she whispers brokenly, arching her back and pushing her breasts forward to offer them to him. Her eyes beg for his attention, daring him to deny her this release even as it feels like they're on the edge of doing something truly reckless.

She's aware that there are consequences to their actions; after all, she's carrying his child and doesn't want anyone else knowing about it. But right now, in this moment with him, all rational thought has fled and she feels powerless against her own desires. She is his for the taking, willing to risk everything for another taste of his touch, another glimpse into his possessive gaze that makes her feel so damn desired and wanted.

Her breath catches at the rough touch and she bites her lower lip, not sure how much more of this she can take. But as soon as he mentions dad leaving, she feels a surge of heat curl low in her belly. Her nipples harden into tight peaks against her chest, leaking milk at the thought of their forbidden freedom. She moans softly, her hips bucking up in an unconscious invitation for him to take her in any way he pleases.

Morgan's eyes widen in surprise at your request but she doesn't hesitate to nod eagerly. "Yes," she breathes, her voice shaking with excitement and arousal. Without another word, she slips off the bed and quickly makes her way out of the room, still naked as usual, heavily pregnant, and decreased stakina and agility due to heavily pregnant.

A few moments later, you hear the front door slam shut and then the muffled sound of hurried footsteps running away from the house. Your pulse races as you wait for her return, knowing that she's gone out into the night to fulfill your twisted fantasy. The anticipation is almost unbearable...