Jenna Starr stood in the kitchen wearing nothing but a thin tank top and tiny shorts that barely covered her ass. Her nipples poked hard against the fabric as she watched her stepson walk in from the garage. She had been wet all morning thinking about this exact moment.
"Hey, you look tired," she said, voice low and rough. "Come here and let me help you relax."
He stepped closer and she didn't waste time. Her hand went straight to his crotch, squeezing the growing bulge in his jeans. "Fuck, you're already hard for me," she muttered. She dropped to her knees right there on the tile floor, unzipped him, and pulled his cock out. It was thick and heavy in her hand. She spit on it and started stroking fast, then leaned in and took the head into her mouth.
She sucked him deep, gagging when it hit the back of her throat but not stopping. Spit ran down her chin and onto her tank top. Her free hand slipped inside her shorts so she could rub her clit while she blew him. "Mmm, taste so good," she mumbled around his shaft, then pulled off to lick the underside and suck on his balls one at a time.
He grabbed her hair and started fucking her face. Jenna let him, eyes watering, throat making wet choking sounds. When he pulled out she stood up, yanked her shorts down, and bent over the counter. "Fuck me. Right now. Don't be gentle."
He slammed into her pussy from behind in one hard thrust. Jenna groaned loud and pushed back against him. "That's it, stretch that cunt. I've been thinking about your cock all day." He pounded her hard, skin slapping, her ass jiggling with every thrust. She reached back and spread her cheeks so he could watch his dick disappear inside her.
After a few minutes she spun around, hopped onto the counter, and spread her legs wide. "Eat it," she ordered. He dropped down and buried his face between her thighs, tongue lapping at her soaked pussy. Jenna grabbed his head and ground against his mouth. "Suck my clit. Yeah, just like that. Make me come on your tongue."
She came hard, thighs shaking, juices coating his chin. Before he could stand she slid off the counter, turned around again, and bent over. "Now put it in my ass. I want it filthy."
He spit on her hole and pushed the head of his cock against it. Jenna hissed and pushed back, taking him inch by inch until he was balls deep in her ass. "Fuck yes, wreck it," she growled. He started thrusting, slow at first then faster, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. Jenna reached between her legs and fingered her pussy while he fucked her ass. "Deeper. Give me every inch."
They moved to the living room couch. Jenna got on all fours and he took her ass again, this time with her reaching back to spread herself open for him. She talked dirty the whole time. "Your dad's never fucked me like this. You own this ass now. Fill it up."
He pulled out and she immediately turned around to suck him clean, tasting her own ass on his cock. Then she climbed into his lap and sank down on his dick, riding him reverse cowgirl so he could watch her ass bounce. She leaned forward, hands on his knees, and worked her hips in tight circles.
"Come in my pussy this time," she panted. "I want it leaking out of me all afternoon."
He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove into her hard. Jenna's tits bounced with every thrust. She reached down and rubbed her clit fast until she came again, pussy clenching around him. That pushed him over the edge. He buried himself deep and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum inside her.
They stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. Jenna smiled up at him, lazy and satisfied. "Go clean up. Your dad gets home in an hour and I want you ready to fuck me again later tonight."
She stood, cum already starting to drip down her thigh, and walked toward the stairs without bothering to put her shorts back on.
