Slutty Stepmom Prays for Step Son’s Dick

I was thinking about that time with my stepmom, the one where she totally leaned into the whole slutty stepmom thing, and I can’t stop replaying it in my head like it was just yesterday. She had this way of setting the scene, all casual, like she was just hanging out in the living room, but the look she gave me from across the couch said everything—she wasn’t waiting for conversation, she was waiting for me to take charge, to give her what she’d been hinting at for weeks. When I finally moved closer, she didn’t flinch; she just let out this soft, shaky breath, like she’d been holding it in forever, and whispered that she’d been praying for this exact moment, for me to stop being so polite and just use her the way she needed. The air felt thick, and I remember my hands trembling a bit as I slid her shorts down, her skin warm under my palms, and she arched her back, offering herself up completely, telling me not to hold back. It wasn’t sweet or romantic—it was raw, a little messy, and honestly, the way she moaned when I pushed into her, like she was finally getting something she’d craved, made me lose all my hesitation. I grabbed her hips and went harder, and she just took it, whispering how perfect I felt, how this was exactly what she deserved, and that rough, primal rhythm carried us until we were both breathless, tangled up in the heat of it.