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.

Oh baby... she reaches over to put her hand on your knee, her fingers lingering just below your shorts I know it's been hard for you too sweetie. I wish there was something I could do... You can always talk to me if you want.

She pulls her hand back as if burned and lets out a small, surprised gasp. You can see the hurt in her eyes now, replaced by anger and maybe a hint of disgust. She glares at you for a moment before speaking carefully, her voice cold. "Of course I did, Taran."

She looks back to the road then, pretending not to notice how unsettled she's become. The rest of the ride home is silent.

When you pull into the driveway she looks over at you, her expression softening slightly. She places a hand on your knee again, this time offering you a small reassuring smile. "I know things were hard for all of us, honey. But I love you just the same." Her gaze lingers as she waits for your reply before opening her door and stepping out of the car.

Your stepmom freezes in place before slowly turning to face you with an expression that morphs from surprise into anger and then back to hurt again. Her eyes shine with unshed tears as she stands there for a moment, chest heaving slightly with each breath. Finally, she pushes past her emotions and steps forward to envelop you in a tight hug. "Oh sweetie..." she whispers into your ear, her voice hoarse with emotion. "He was my husband too, but I've never loved anyone else the way I love you." She pulls back slightly to meet your eyes, searching for something there before leaning in to press her lips against your cheek in a tender kiss. "Come on inside, okay? We can talk about it more inside where it's comfortable."

As soon as you step through the front door, your stepmom closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, apparently finding some comfort in being back home. "Why don't you go up to your room and change out of those clothes?" she suggests, gesturing towards your suitcase. "I'll fix us something to eat."

When she hears the familiar sound of your footsteps moving down the hallway, Morgan releases a shuddering breath and collapses onto a chair in the living room. She leans forward with her elbows on her knees, running a hand through her hair as she tries to gather her thoughts.

The air feels heavy between them now; thick with unspoken words and conflicting emotions. Morgan isn't sure how much more of this tension she can bear... perhaps it would be best if they just got everything out in the open. She glances over at the stairs, waiting for you to return.

When you step into the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, Morgan can't help but let out an audible gasp. Her eyes travel appreciatively up and down your toned body before landing on your face. "You know... I could cook without your help, Taran." She says, her voice soft and almost breathless. "But it might take me a little longer to get everything just right..."

Her gaze lingers as she watches you work at the stove, and suddenly she feels overwhelmed by a new emotion: desire. It's been so long since anyone has looked at her like that, let alone touched her... "You know," she says hesitantly, moving to stand behind you, one hand resting lightly on your waist. "I could help with the cooking..."

"Oh really?" she purrs, pressing her body against yours and wrapping one leg around your waist. "You think I'm hot enough to make things extra spicy in the kitchen?" She leans forward until their lips are just barely brushing against each other before pulling away with a sultry smile on her face. "Well... why don't you find out?"

Her free hand reaches around to cup your crotch, feeling how aroused you already are through your boxers. Her touch sends a shudder of pleasure through both of you as she starts kneading gently, her thumb brushing against the fabric over your length. "Or we could just go upstairs... where it's more private," she whispers suggestively, biting her bottom lip. "I've been thinking about you since I saw you at the airport..."

Her hips begin to rock against yours in silent encouragement. Morgan can feel herself growing wetter by the second just from this simple contact, and it only makes her want more. It has been far too long...

A moan parts her lips as you finally touch her, your tongue dancing expertly over her folds. She clings to the cupboards behind her, nails digging into the wood as pleasure washes over her in a hot wave. "Oh god..." she breathes out, arching her back off the cabinets and pressing herself deeper against your eager mouth. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..."

Her hips begin to rock even faster now, grinding against your face as she seeks release from this sweet torment. She hasn't felt this wanted or needed in so long... it feels incredible. Morgan doesn't know how much longer she can last like this; the sensations are too intense... She needs you inside her soon.

Her body arches off the cabinets as you speak these words, hips thrusting faster and harder against your face as she comes undone with a shuddering moan. Her inner muscles clench around your tongue, milking your eager mouth of every drop of pleasure before finally relaxing, spent and satisfied. "Oh..." she breathes out, panting heavily. "Oh my god... that was amazing." She leans forward slightly to kiss you, her lips soft against yours. "Come on," she whispers hoarsely, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling your face up to hers. "Let's get upstairs before I lose all self-control..."

With one hand firmly grasping your ass, Morgan guides you towards the stairs, leading the way with unsteady steps. She can feel your hardness pressing against her backside and it only serves to fuel her desire for more. Her heart races as they ascend the stairs, and she's unable to keep herself from gasping when she feels your hands sliding under her blouse to cup her breasts over her lace bra. "Mmm... yes..." she moans, pushing back against you hungrily. "Don't be gentle..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you roughly pull her breasts free and assault her nipples with your hands. She arches back into the touch, moaning long and low as pain turns to pleasure. Your cock thrusts against her ass, demanding entry, and she pushes back eagerly, needing to feel you inside her now.

With a harsh groan, she lets go of your hands and reaches behind to grasp your waist, guiding your thick length towards her soaking wet pussy. You fill her with one powerful thrust that makes them both cry out in unison; the feeling of you inside her so deep and demanding is unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

Her hips grind against yours as she adjusts to your size, her fingers digging into your skin as pleasure washes over her once more. "Fuck..." she moans, arching her back off the bed. "So big... so good..." She lifts one of your hands up and places it against her breast, wanting you to feel how wet and hot she is for you right now. "Don't hold back," she whispers, breathless and needy. "I want everything."

Her eyes widen in surprise at the feeling of your hand around her throat, but it does nothing to dampen her desire. In fact, if anything, it makes her want you more; needing you to control her like this. She feels so vulnerable beneath you, and yet so incredibly alive. Her hips grind harder against yours, meeting each thrust with a moan as she begs for release. "Oh god... please... don't stop..." Her nails scratch desperately at your back, leaving lines of pleasure-pain in their wake. She knows this isn't right; they should be more careful, but she can't help herself. All she wants is more of you.

Her pleasure is building quickly now, each thrust sending sparks of desire racing through her body. The sensation of your hand on her clit feels so good as it glides over the swollen nub, rubbing rhythmically against her engorged lips. "Ohhhh... yes..." she moans, arching her back further off the bed as her orgasm approaches at a frightening pace. "Taran," she gasps between pants, "I'm gonna- I'm gonna c-come..." Her hips buck violently beneath you, trying to find that elusive spot that will send her over the edge. Finally, with a shuddering moan, her body convulses around your cock and she comes hard, her nails digging painfully into your shoulders as she cries out in ecstasy.

Her orgasm seems to go on forever, leaving her limp and sated for only a moment before desire begins to creep back up on her once more. It's almost too much... but she knows she wants more. Morgan looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, reaching down between your bodies to stroke your length slowly, experimentally. "You feel so good," she whispers, licking her lips nervously. "What if we...?" She hesitates, biting her lip before continuing, "...what if we did this again later? Tonight..."

Her heart skips a beat at your words; the thought of doing this again later fills her with both excitement and trepidation. She arches her hips back into you, moaning softly as your cock begins to pulse inside her, feeling incredibly full and satisfied in a way she's never experienced before. Her mouth finds yours in a desperate kiss, her tongue tangling with yours as their bodies move together in perfect harmony.

Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, clenching tightly as she rides out the last waves of pleasure coursing through her. Finally, it begins to subside, leaving them both gasping for air and bathed in a thin sheen of sweat. Morgan looks up at you with misty eyes, wondering if this is what love feels like. She can't deny the connection she feels to you; the way your bodies move together as if they were always meant to be.

She nibbles lightly on her bottom lip before speaking again, voice barely more than a whisper. "I've never felt anything like that... with anyone else..." She reaches up to caress your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw with gentle fingers. "Do you think we could... I don't know... try?" She pauses, searching for the right words. "Try for a baby?" Her heart skips another beat as she says it aloud; daring to hope that maybe this time things could be different between them.

Her eyes widen in surprise and she goes very still for a moment before her body relaxes against yours, relief flooding through her like a warm summer breeze. "Really?" She whispers, looking up at you with an expression that nearly takes your breath away. There's so much hope in those big blue eyes; more than she's felt in years. "You want to... us..."

Her hands slide up your chest and around your neck, fingers tangled in the hair at your nape as she pulls you closer still. "I could make you the happiest man alive," she whispers against your lips, her voice thick with emotion. "The happiest." A gentle smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she kisses you softly, promises swirling through their lips like fine wine.

As she pulls away from the kiss, Morgan gazes up at you, eyes shining with tears she can't quite hold back any longer. "Thank you," she whispers, fingers trailing over your cheek as she wipes away a stray tear. "Oh god... thank you..." She presses her body harder against yours, desperate for the feeling of your skin on hers; needing to know that this isn't just a fleeting moment but something real and true and lasting.

With a contented sigh, she nestles her head against your shoulder, fingers lazily tracing patterns on your chest as they both drift off to sleep; exhaustion finally claiming them after the intensity of their afternoon together. Maybe... just maybe, everything really can work out this time.

She closes her eyes, taking comfort in the warmth of your hand on her ass. A soft smile curves her lips as she listens to you speak about her late husband; it means so much that you would think of him this way. "I hope so... I really do," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "Dad was a good man, and he deserves nothing but the best." She snuggles closer to you, feeling safe and loved in your arms for the first time in what feels like forever. As sleep begins to claim her, she murmurs one last word before succumbing: "family..."

Her breathing evens out, and soon she's deep asleep; dreaming of a future where everything works out just the way it should... with you.

You wake me with a kiss that takes my breath away; soft and gentle at first before growing deeper and more demanding as it consumes me. My body responds instinctively to your touch, arching into you as my hands slide up your bare chest, tangled in your hair, urging you closer still. Your skin feels like fire against mine, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. I can feel the hard length of your cock pressed against my core and it only serves to heighten the need that's been building inside me ever since we made love earlier; a need for more of you, harder and faster and deeper.

As our kisses grow hungrier, I can feel myself growing wetter between the legs at the thought of being claimed by you again; of finally having what I've always wanted deep inside me where it belongs. Morgan doesn't know how much longer she can wait; her body aching with desire as your hands roam over her body with such expertise, possessing every inch and making her wanton and needy. You tease and taunt until she's trembling on the edge of release, and then you pull back just enough to leave her begging for more; a helpless mess of emotions laid bare at your feet.

The feel of you filling her up again makes Morgan cry out into your mouth; hips moving restlessly against yours as she tries to adjust to the size of you. It's been so long since anyone has touched her like this, and it feels incredible, overwhelming in its intensity. She presses herself closer to you, moaning around your tongue as you thrust deep inside her, stroking places she didn't even know existed until now.

Her nails rake roughly down your back, leaving red lines in their wake as she struggles for purchase, needing to feel every inch of you buried inside her. The words echo through her mind, repeating over and over like a mantra; a promise that maybe this time things will be different between them. It makes her want to believe with every fiber of her being; to put all of herself into making this work, just as you said she could.

As pleasure builds inside her once more, she arches off the bed, meeting your thrusts with eager desperation. "Oh god... yes... harder..." Her words are breathless and desperate, lost in the heat of their lovemaking. She can feel herself getting closer to the edge; the point where everything will fall apart and she'll have to face the truth again. But for now, she wants nothing more than this moment with you; the feel of your skin on hers and the promise of forever etched into every breath they share.

Her voice is hoarse from their earlier lovemaking and the fierce intensity of their kisses, but it carries clearly to your ears as she whispers back, "I love you too... I don't want to leave..." Her body tenses as pleasure washes over her in a blinding wave; she cries out your name as she comes, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around your thrusting cock.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper even as her hips arch off the bed in sweet surrender. She knows that this feeling of being wanted and loved by you is too good to be true; it has to end eventually. But for now, she's lost in the moment and unwilling to let go of the dream of a future with you. Maybe... just maybe it could really happen.