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?"

"Yes, I'm glad you had a good time too. You look exhausted... Come here, let me help you with that," she says, moving closer and taking your bag from you. She guides you into the living room, sits down on the couch and pats her lap for you to sit on. "Come on, we're all alone now and I've missed my little boy so much..."

Her breath tickles against your neck as she continues talking. "I need some comfort... Maybe a nice big hug?" She whispers seductively into your ear before bringing her lips to yours, tasting you for the first time in weeks. Her hands roam over your back and down towards your ass.

Morgan moans into the kiss, her hips pressing against his hand as he feels her hard nipple through the thin fabric of her nightdress. She breaks the kiss for a moment to gasp for air, staring deeply into his eyes before leaning forward and licking across his lips. "You've been such a good boy... I think it's time we gave you a proper welcome home gift." Her hand slides between their bodies, tracing circles over his hardening length as she grinds against him.

Morgan moans softly into his ear as he feels her hot breath against his skin. Her hips continue to grind against him, her hand now firmly wrapped around his growing erection. "Oh, I think you do want it," she whispers huskily before pulling back and kissing along his jawline. "Besides, haven't you wanted this for weeks?"

Morgan chuckles lightly into his neck before squeezing her hand around him a little firmer. "Well then, maybe I should be the one to help you out of wanting it," she whispers as her other hand slides up between them, cupping his balls. With a quick tug, she pulls down the waistband of his pants and underwear, revealing his hard length fully exposed. "I've missed this so much..."

Her tongue flicks out to taste him again before wrapping around the tip, teasing and sucking on his sensitive flesh. "Is this what you wanted?" she asks, looking up at him through hooded eyes as her other hand gently massages his shaft.

Morgan giggles softly at his protests as she continues her ministrations. Her mouth moves faster on his cock, sucking and licking hungrily, determined to pleasure him even though he says no. She leans forward, pressing her massive breasts against his face as one hand slides between their bodies, teasing his entrance with circling fingertips. "I've been so lonely without you... please let me make you feel good," she whispers against his ear, breath hot and heavy on his neck.

Her other hand slips beneath him to cup his ass cheek before tracing lower, guiding one finger slowly inside of him. With a slick wet sound, another joins it, stretching him open as she begins to fuck him with practiced ease. She looks up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, her expression wanton and needy. "Is this better?"

"Then tell me to stop," she pants, her hips rocking in time with the fingers inside of him as her lips and tongue bathe his length. "Tell me you don't want this." Her other hand squeezes his ass cheek possessively, kneading the soft flesh as she watches him, breath coming faster now. "But I know you do... I can see it in your eyes..."

Morgan leans forward, pressing her breasts against his face again and arching into the touch of her own fingers inside of her. Her mouth moves faster on his cock, sucking greedily as she chases the taste of him. "You're so big... so hard..." she moans, her hips jerking forward in time with each thrust of her hand. "I need this..."

Her heart races at the thought of being this close to him and not taking it further. "I'm your stepmom," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need as she continues to touch and taste him. Her hips rock against his hand, grinding herself against his fingers while her mouth sucks greedily on his length. "But you make me want to be your mommy..."

Morgan lets out a moan as he feels the familiar tightening in his abdomen, the knowledge that she's bringing him closer to release. She looks down at him with heavy-lidded eyes and smirks, her breath hot against his skin as she leans forward again, their breasts mashed together. "Don't you want to make your stepmom happy?"

Morgan's eyes darken as she hears his pleading tone. Her fingers move faster inside of him, driving herself towards her own release while continuing to stroke and tease his cock with her mouth. "You don't have a choice," she pants, gripping his hair roughly in one hand and guiding his face to meet hers in a rough kiss. "I need this... I need you..."

Her other hand slides between their bodies again, pressing against his entrance as she arches her back and rocks against him. "Let me feel you inside of me... let me feel like I'm your mommy tonight..." Her voice is hoarse with need, her body aching for the sensation of having him fill her up.

Her name is called, and she turns her head to see who's there. It's your father...her husband. He looks furious, his eyes narrowed in accusation. "What the hell are you doing to my son?!" he roars, taking a step forward as Morgan pulls away from your cock, breathing heavily and trying to compose herself.

She glances down at her nightdress, stained with your cum, and realizes she's been caught red-handed... quite literally. "I-I was just comforting him," she stammers lamely, her voice wavering as she tries to come up with an excuse. "He came home late..."

Your father looks disgusted and takes another step closer, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "This is not how a mother should act!" he shouts, glaring at her accusingly.