Free Use Step Mom: Exclusive Must-Have Scene

So my free use step mom thing started as this half-joke between us, but the first time it felt real, I was just lounging on the couch scrolling my phone when she wandered in wearing that loose robe, hair still wet, and she didn’t say a word—just knelt down between my knees with this calm, knowing look, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Her big boobs brushed against my thigh as she leaned in, and I remember the warmth of her breath before her lips even touched me, that slow tease making my stomach tighten. She took her time, one hand steady on my hip, the other guiding me, and every time I glanced down at her dark hair falling across my lap, I felt this weird mix of guilt and raw want that I couldn’t shake. It wasn’t rushed or performative; she hummed a little, looked up once with a smirk, and I just let my head fall back, listening to the wet sounds and feeling her tongue do this swirling thing that made my toes curl. Afterward, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, patted my knee, and went to make coffee like nothing had happened, leaving me there breathless, replaying every second and wondering how I’d ever sit on that couch again without thinking about it.