Fucking Stepmom: Exclusive Taboo Phone Call

I still get butterflies thinking about that fucking stepmom moment last Tuesday, when she called me from the other room while my dad was out running errands. Her voice was all breathy and low, asking me to come help her with something, and I knew exactly what she meant. She was wearing this thin robe that barely covered her thick frame, her big boobs spilling out as she pulled me onto the bed. We started slow, kissing and touching, her hand guiding me inside her while she whispered not to stop. She flipped me over for missionary, her big booty rocking against me, then she asked for more—so I went deeper, into her ass, slowly at first, while she rubbed her clit in quick circles. The phone was still connected on the nightstand, like she wanted someone to hear us, and that thrill made everything sharper. I could feel every clench and shiver, the heat between us, the way she gasped my name. Afterward, she just smiled and said, Don’t tell your dad, and I haven’t stopped replaying it since.