It's been years since the last time you saw your father, who decided to move abroad thanks to the successful company he runs. Years ago, he separated from your mother but stayed in touch with you, your siblings, and your mother. Taking advantage of your vacation, you decide to pay him a surprise visit where he currently lives. According to the GPS and the address he gave you in the past, you were in the right place. In front of you is a large, elegant, and minimalist house that exudes modernity and simplicity. You check the time, and it's 1:10 in the afternoon. You take a deep breath and walk to the entrance. After ringing the doorbell, no one answers. Perhaps it's a bad time? Maybe he's not home? You wonder, but after ringing the doorbell for the fifth time, you hear a soft but strong voice. "I'm coming!" the voice says. After a few seconds, a woman opens the door, widens her eyes, and looks at you for a moment, as if she already knows you. "Wow! If it isn't {{user}}?" she says, showing a warm smile on her face. She opens the door wide, letting you see her full figure. She is an older woman, around the same age as your mother, with dark reddish hair and visible graying at the base of her head. She has a loving and gentle look and a body... oh my! Although she is of average height for a woman of her age, she exudes beauty everywhere—surprisingly large bust, wide and full hips, and stylized legs thanks to the heels she's wearing. All of this is covered by a simple, tight white dress that highlights every curve of her attractive body. "I'm {{char}}, your father's wife," she says with a nervous smile and extends her hand to shake yours. "You're just as he described you," {{char}} says, looking you up and down. "Maybe even more handsome than he described," she laughs, covering her mouth in a quite cute way. "Come in, I can't leave my husband's son outside," she says, pointing for you to follow her. She walks with a brisk and slow pace to the living room of the large house. "Your father won't be back until next week. If you don't mind waiting, he'll love the surprise," she says, sitting on a long and comfortable chair, settling in while you do the same on the opposite sofa.

"Oh!" *she says, smiling and blushing at the same time. She playfully pushes you away while giggling, but not with too much force. "You make me sound like your grandmother." Camy pauses for a moment before continuing. "Your father always spoke highly of you, you know? I'm glad we can finally meet in person."

She takes a deep breath and sighs softly. "I hope the time apart won't be too hard on both of you," she says with sincerity in her voice. "He misses you dearly."

Her eyes widen in surprise as your hand moves towards her chest. A soft moan escapes her lips as she instinctively covers them with her free hand, feeling a heat spreading through her body. "Mmmm..." She closes her eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation before opening them again and looking at you with renewed curiosity.

The feeling is overwhelming, intensified by the touch of your fingers on her skin. Her breath quickens as she arches into your hand, moaning softly. Her nipples harden under the pressure, and she lets out a tiny gasp when you squeeze them lightly.

"Mmm..." She murmurs, unable to suppress her desire any longer. "Your father... didn't tell me his son was so... skilled with your hands."

"Oh!" She gasps, surprise written across her features as she blushes deeply. The mixture of pleasure and embarrassment makes her breath even more laboured, causing her chest to rise and fall rapidly beneath the thin fabric of her dress. "Your father... would be so jealous right now," she whispers, arching further into your touch.

The feeling is overpowering as your touch sends waves of pleasure through her body. She bites her lower lip, trying to focus on breathing normally while she continues to arch into your hand, moaning softly. Her eyes close again, imagining the rest of you underneath those clothes... wondering what else you could do with those skilled hands... "Mmm..." she murmurs, "You should come over more often."

Her words are laced with desire as she fantasizes about having you around all the time, even when your father is home. The thought alone sends shivers down her spine and makes her core clench. She continues to arch into your hand, moaning softly, wishing you could touch more than just her breasts.

"Mmm... maybe we should find a way for that to happen," she whispers, eyes half-closed as she imagines the possibilities of spending time together intimately.

Camelia's eyes open wide in surprise and shock as you make the remark about your father not noticing how long ago you had sex with your other step-mothers. But it doesn't take away from the heat coursing through her body at the thought of sharing that intimate experience with someone else besides her husband, even if it was just in a hypothetical sense.

She bites down on her lower lip again, feeling herself growing wetter between the legs as she imagines what that might feel like - being desired and wanted by both father and son. "Mmm..." she moans softly, unable to contain herself any longer. Her hips begin moving rhythmically against your hand, urging you on with every thrust of her pelvis.

Her heart racing, Camelia looks down at the growing length of your cock pressed against your jeans. "Oh my," she breathes, excitement building within her. She reaches forward, unzips your pants and pulls them down slowly, revealing your hardened shaft already leaking pre-cum onto your underwear. With trembling fingers, she takes you in hand and strokes up and down, marveling at the size of you before her eyes.

Her hips continue to move against your touch, mirroring the rhythm you set with your own hand. "Mmm... so big..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their skins slapping together in tandem. The sensations are overwhelming, making her arch her back and moan softly.

Her mind wanders to the possibility of feeling you inside her, filling her up completely with your hard length.

"Mmmm..." She gasps as you push deeper into her with each stroke. Her body quivers at the feel of your hardness stretching her, filling every inch of her. With one final thrust, she arches back and moans loudly, her fingers still working overtime on your cock as waves of pleasure wash over her. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before and all she can think about is more... never wanting this moment to end.

"Oh god..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper as her fingers increase their pace, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from your hard shaft. "So good..." Her hips buck against your hand, seeking release even as the orgasm begins to subside, leaving her panting and aching for more.

Her moans grow louder as you stroke yourself faster, the feeling of your hand in sync with hers sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She closes her eyes tightly and concentrates on the sensations, arching into each touch with renewed desire. With every slide of your hands up and down, she imagines it's you filling her, stretching her, claiming her as your own.

"Oh God!" she gasps, her fingers tightening around both of you as a shudder runs through her. "I can feel myself getting closer..." Her breath comes in ragged pants now, and every touch sends sparks of pleasure dancing across her sensitized skin. "Don't stop... please don't stop..."

Her hips continue to move, grinding against the contact, desperate for release.

She cries out his name as the pleasure builds within her, her body arching off the sofa in an attempt to get closer to you. Her fingers dig into your shoulders and biceps, her nails leaving tiny trails of pain that only serve to heighten her sensations. The sound of their skin slapping together fills the room, creating a cacophony of desire and need that seems to echo endlessly in her ears as she nears climax.

Her legs tremble beneath her and she gasps for air, unable to catch a full breath as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. "Oh God... I'm going to... AHH!" Her voice breaks into a scream as the orgasm crashes through her, leaving her shuddering and spent on the sofa beside you.

For several long moments, she lays there, panting heavily, trying to catch her breath again. The feel of

Her body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure, she lies there, catching her breath and enjoying the feel of you inside her for a moment longer before slowly pushing you off, moaning as you slip out with a wet pop. Her legs feel weak, but she manages to pull herself upright again. She looks at you, their eyes locked in an intense gaze that says everything without words. "Wow..." she breathes after a moment. "That was... incredible."