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 sure it was. She smiles warmly at you before glancing over to see you watching her in the mirror. She licks her lips, feeling a strange flutter in her stomach as she does so. You want something sweets? I got some candy and stuff in my bag maybe?

You smile back at her as she continues to look at you in the mirror. The car pulls into the driveway and your stepmom turns off the engine. She breathes deeply, trying to calm herself as she fights a battle against the conflicting feelings inside of her. As you unbuckle your seatbelt, she reaches out and takes hold of your hand.

Oh honey... it's nothing. Just your dad and I... we had a fight earlier about something stupid. He's just in one of his moods again.

It's not your fault honey. But I'm glad you're home now, maybe your dad will be in a better mood later and we can all have some quality family time together... assuming he doesn't ruin it first. She gives you a small squeeze with your hand as they walk towards the front door

Come on then, let's go inside and get out of this heat for a bit. I'm sure your dad misses you too, even if he doesn't show it much.

She follows you inside, making sure to sway her hips just a little more than usual as she walks. The air conditioner is already running full blast and it feels wonderful against her overheated skin. Morgan heads straight for the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water as she goes. She downs half of it before pausing to take a breath.

"You want something to drink honey?" She asks, setting the glass on the counter. As you nod, her eyes linger on your defined chest for just a moment longer than necessary. "Well make yourself at home then. You know where everything is." Her tone is light and playful as she turns back towards the fridge to grab more water for herself.

She freezes mid-reach into the fridge as she hears your question. "Umm... no hon, your father had to work late again tonight." Her voice cracks a little on 'work' before she finishes her sentence, making it sound more like 'wrong'. Morgan clears her throat and takes another step back from the fridge, forcing herself to turn towards you. "I guess I should go check on him then..." She mutters under her breath, looking away sheepishly as she does so.

But before she can make any progress towards your dad's study, you speak again: "Do you want some help with that?" Your offer makes Morgan's heart flutter in her chest. It would be nice to have someone like you around... maybe more than just for the summer. She bites her lower lip thoughtfully before finally responding.

"No, I'm fine sweetie. But thank you." She flashes you a reassuring smile as she hesitantly heads towards your father's study. The door is slightly ajar and she can hear him muttering to himself inside. Taking a deep breath, Morgan pushes the door open and steps inside, bracing herself for whatever confrontation awaits her.

Shutting the door behind her, Morgan turns to face your father. "Honey, we don't need to talk about this right now." She takes a step closer, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to soothe him. It was true; there wasn't any point in arguing right now. But she can't help but feel the need to defend herself, even if just a little bit.

"You know I've done nothing but try and make you happy," she says, her voice quiet but firm. "And I love you, no matter what." Her gaze drops to his chest as she smoothes out his wrinkled shirt, trying desperately to ignore the growing ache in her heart. "Let's just try and enjoy the rest of the night together, okay?" She asks, giving him a gentle smile before stepping even closer, pressing herself against his side.

Your father sighs heavily, looking down at the papers on his desk. "Alright," he mutters eventually, not meeting her eyes. "But only because you asked so nicely." Morgan lets out a relieved breath, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing herself even closer against him. She nuzzles into his neck, inhaling deeply as she feels the warmth of his skin against hers. Her heart rate begins to slow down, the tension in her shoulders starting to ease.

With a soft kiss to his cheek, she pulls back just enough to look at him. "Thank you, honey," she whispers. Then, with a sly grin, she adds: "Now how about we go watch a movie or something? Just the two of us?" Morgan doesn't miss the hint of jealousy in her voice as she says it, but for now, she'll enjoy this time alone with your father.

"Well sweetie," she says with a laugh as you settle down on the couch next to her, "why don't you start by picking out something good for us to watch?" Her breath comes out in little clouds against the cool air conditioning, making her nipples harden beneath her bra. As she hands you the remote, Morgan can feel herself getting wet just thinking about spending some alone time with you tonight... if only there was a way...

"I trust your judgment," she adds with a wink before leaning back into the plush cushions of the couch. Her thighs spread slightly as she rests one foot on top of the other, giving you a view of her lace-covered panties that would make any red-blooded young man blush. She licks her lips and smiles invitingly at you, hoping that tonight might finally be the night.

A blush creeps up Morgan's cheeks as you comment on how she looks, her heart skipping a beat in anticipation. "Crazy? Ohh..." She teases, watching you out of the corner of her eye as she leans closer to the couch. Her free hand finds its way to rest atop your leg, giving it a gentle squeeze before sliding further up, coming to rest on the inside of your thigh. "Maybe just a little crazy..."

She lets out a shiver of delight when you respond by running a finger down her stomach, close enough to where you could easily brush against her erect nipple through her bra. Morgan bites her lip, closing her eyes for a moment as she savors the sensation. "Maybe I'm feeling a little crazy myself..." She whispers huskily, pushing her body closer against yours and arching her back ever so slightly to grant you better access to her breasts.

Her other hand finds its way to your crotch, slowly massaging the bulge in your pants through the fabric. "You feel pretty crazy right now too, don't you?" She murmurs with a sultry smile, hoping that tonight might be everything she's been waiting for... and more.

As your stepmother continues to tease you on the couch, she glances around nervously, making sure that nobody will interrupt them. But with each stroke of your hand and each breath against her neck, she finds herself growing bolder. "Ohhhh," she moans softly, arching further into you as she feels you begin to harden against her touch through your pants. "Almost anywhere with you feels good and safe..."

Her fingers dance over your skin, tracing shapes and patterns on your chest and stomach before finally reaching lower, pushing your underwear down slightly to give her access to your already swollen cock. Morgan gasps at the feeling of your hardness against her hand, quickly beginning to stroke you in time with her breaths as she teases him mercilessly. "But I think... yeah, I think we should go somewhere a little more private..."

Shaking her head, she leans in to whisper in your ear: "He's asleep on the couch in the other room. And I made sure he had plenty of wine before that." Her hand continues to stroke you, steady and firm, as her breath fogs up your ear. She bites her lip, feeling the pressure building inside of her as she anticipates finally being reunited with you in a more intimate setting.

Without another word, Morgan stands up from the couch, pulling you up by the hand to stand before her. Her other hand smooths down your pants, freeing your hard length from your underwear. Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of you fully erect and glistening with anticipation, but it's only for a moment before she reaches out to touch you again. "Come on," she whispers, leading you by the hand towards the bedroom door.

As they reach the bedroom, Morgan turns back to face you, her eyes glinting with desire as she gently pushes you backwards onto the bed. With a mischievous grin, she climbs onto your lap and straddles you, guiding your cock to where it belongs between her wet folds. She hitches in a breath at the sensation, her hands finding purchase on either side of your head as she begins to slowly rock her hips back and forth. "Fuck, I've missed this..." She moans, closing her eyes and giving herself over to the pleasure.

As you thrust upwards to meet her movements, Morgan throws her head back with a moan of ecstasy. Her fingernails scrape lightly across your skin as she arches her back further, desperate for more contact. "Yes," she breathes, feeling the pressure building inside of her again. "Fuck

With a growl, you grab her hips and begin to thrust harder into her wetness, matching her increasing speed. Morgan cries out in pleasure as she feels you filling her up, your thick length stretching her more than any other man ever has. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving faint trails of blood behind as she comes undone beneath you, her body arching and shuddering with orgasm after orgasm.

"Oh God yes!" She moans, her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she feels the overwhelming release coursing through her body. As the waves of pleasure wash over her, Morgan collapses forward onto your chest, breathless and spent from her intense climax. She presses kisses to your neck and collarbone, not wanting this moment to end anytime soon.

She tilts her head back to look at you, a satisfied grin spreading across her face as she catches her breath. "Oh my God," she gasps, tracing circles on your chest with one fingertip. "That was... incredible." She leans in to kiss you, their tongues dancing together before she pulls away with a satisfied sigh. "You feel so good inside of me."

Her hand moves between your bodies, stroking gently at the outline of your softening cock through your boxers. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she looks up at you and smirks. "And I want more."

Giggling softly, Morgan sits up and begins to slide down your body until her knees straddle your shoulders. Her breasts press against your chest, her nipples hardening at the sensation of your warm skin against them. "Maybe we should explore a little further this time," she whispers, leaning in to kiss you again before hooking one leg behind his neck and guiding you into her dripping wet.

As he begins to fill her up once more, Morgan moans softly, arching her back as the sensation sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek, urging you to look at her as she rides you slowly, their bodies moving in perfect sync. "Oh God yes," she breathes out, feeling herself begin to spiral closer and closer to the edge.

Her hips move faster, her breath coming in short gasps as she tries desperately to ignore the building tension inside of her. Finally, with a cry that is almost a scream, Morgan comes undone beneath you once again, her orgasm rocking through her body as waves of release wash over her. She collapses forward onto your chest, spent and satisfied, enjoying the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

She grins up at you as she catches her breath, one hand still resting on your chest while the other trails down to where your cock is still buried deep inside of her. "I think it was a lot more," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye. Her body shivers with pleasure as you begin to move within her again, and she moans softly, arching her back in response.

Morgan leans down to kiss you again, their tongues dancing together hungrily before breaking apart with a breathy moan. "It was... incredible," she pants out, moving her hips against yours in time with your thrusts. With each stroke, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge once more, the pressure building inside of her until it's almost unbearable.

Her fingernails dig into your shoulders as she rides you hard, determined to make this as good for you as it is for her. "Oh God... I'm close..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling the tension coiling tight in her core, threatening to explode out of her at any second.

"Oh..." Her voice comes out a squeak as she feels your cock begin to throb inside of her. She looks down between your bodies, eyes wide and filled with desire as you guide your erection towards her tight little hole. Morgan's breath hitches in her throat at the sensation of your length pressing against her entrance, making her wetness glisten even brighter on your shaft.

"Oh... okay..." She whispers, leaning back and wrapping one arm around a pillow to support herself as you slowly push inside. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly at the burn of fullness, but it's quickly replaced by a different kind of pleasure when you start moving within her again.

"Oh fuck..." she moans, arching her back and pressing her ass back into your thrusts. Her other hand comes up to grip the back of your head, urging you to go deeper, harder. As you begin to find a rhythm with her movements, Morgan feels herself drawing closer and closer to that breath-taking edge again, her body trembling with anticipation and need.

"Oh God... yes..." She gasps out, her voice growing hoarse from the pleasure as she gets closer and closer to orgasm. Her hips buck against yours in time with your thrusts, begging for release as their bodies move together in a fluid motion that is almost painful in its intensity.