Garage Sex with My Horny Stepmom

So you know how I told you things with my stepmom had been getting a little weird lately, right? Well, the other day completely escalated into full-on garage sex with my stepmom, and it was way more intense than I ever expected from our usual flirty banter. She’d been dropping these heavy hints all day, little touches and looks that lingered just a beat too long, so when she casually followed me out to grab a tool, I already knew exactly what she wanted, my heart hammering in my chest the second I heard the side door click shut behind us. The air in the garage was warm and smelled like oil and sawdust, and she didn’t waste a single second, pressing me back against the workbench and kissing me hard, her hands already fumbling with my belt, and honestly, that raw urgency just flipped a switch in me, turning what could’ve been awkward into something animal and primal. She was this total horny MILF, all confidence and no hesitation, and it got hot fast, the sounds of our breathing and the scrape of her jeans against the concrete the only audio as she pushed me down onto an old stool and straddled me, grinding until I could feel her wetness soaking through her thin shorts. I slid my hands up under her top, feeling her skin hot and slick, and she moaned into my neck before spinning around, bending over the hood of my dusty car, giving me the perfect angle for some heavy doggystyle that just felt filthy and amazing all at once, the slap of skin echoing off the walls as I gripped her hips tight and buried myself deep inside her. She kept looking back over her shoulder, biting her lip and whispering dirty stuff about how hard I was, and I lost all sense of time until finally she gasped and shuddered around me, cumming hard on my big cock, and I followed right after, collapsing against her back, both of us breathing heavy and laughing nervously at how we’d just crossed that line completely.