I walked into the kitchen after midnight, still buzzing from the bar, and there she was. My stepmom, Lisa, bent over the counter in nothing but a thin tank top and panties, reaching for a glass. Her ass cheeks were half out, round and firm, and she didnt bother covering up when she turned around.
Couldnt sleep either? she asked, voice low. Her nipples poked hard against the cotton.
I stared. She was thirty-eight, my dads new wife, and she knew exactly what she was doing. I was twenty-one, home for the summer, and the tension had been building for weeks. You look like youre asking for trouble, I said.
She smirked, set the glass down, and stepped closer. Maybe I am. Your dads out of town again. House is empty. You gonna pretend you havent been jerking off thinking about this?
My cock twitched in my jeans. Fuck, Lisa. Youre my stepmom.
Step, she repeated, reaching down to palm me through the denim. Not blood. And right now Im wet and I want your dick inside me. You gonna say no?
I didnt. I grabbed her hips, spun her around, and yanked those panties down. She spread her legs and braced on the counter.
Her pussy was shaved smooth and already glistening. I dropped my jeans, freed my cock, and rubbed the head along her slit.
Put it in, she growled. Fuck me like you mean it.
I slammed in deep on the first thrust. She was tight, hot, and soaked. She moaned loud and pushed back, taking every inch. I gripped her ass and started pounding, skin slapping loud in the quiet kitchen. Every stroke made her cunt grip tighter.
Harder, she panted. Give me that young cock. Fill your stepmom up.
I fucked her faster, one hand reaching around to rub her clit. She came quick, legs shaking, juices running down my balls. I didnt stop. I pulled out, spun her to face me, and lifted her onto the counter. Her thighs spread wide. I shoved back inside and hammered her while she clawed my back.
God, youre so fucking big, she hissed. Dont stop. Cum in me.
I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes flooding her pussy. She milked every drop, hips rolling to take it all.
We didnt talk much after. She slid off the counter, cum leaking down her thigh, and led me upstairs by the hand. In her bedroom she pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top. Round two, she said, lining my cock up again. This time I want it in my ass.
She was filthy and direct the whole night. She rode me, then got on all fours so I could fuck her ass while she fingered her cum-filled pussy. We talked dirty the entire timeher telling me how long shed wanted my cock, me telling her how many times Id imagined bending her over. No romance, just raw need.
By morning we were spent, sheets soaked, both of us marked with bites and scratches. She kissed my neck once, soft, then got up to shower. Your dad gets back tomorrow, she said over her shoulder. Well have to be quick next time.
I already knew there would be a next time. The house felt different now, charged. And I was hooked on exactly how dirty my stepmom could get.
