**My Stepmom’s Submission**

It started with a text—just a simple *”Come downstairs. I need to talk to you.”* But the way she sent it, the way those words lingered in my phone, made my cock twitch in anticipation. I knew what this was about. We’d been dancing around the tension for months—lingering touches, stolen glances, the way she’d bend over just a little too far in front of me.

When I got downstairs, she was leaning against the kitchen counter, her ass barely covered by a black lace thong, the strings digging into her soft hips. Her tits were barely restrained in one of those skimpy tops, the kind that makes a guy’s mouth water. She bit her lip as I walked in, her eyes flicking down to the bulge already forming in my sweatpants.

“Figured it out yet?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.

“Kinda hard not to,” I said, stepping closer. The air between us was thick with heat.

She exhaled sharply, her fingers trailing down her own stomach, stopping just above the waistband of that sinful thong. “I don’t want you to be gentle,” she whispered. “I want you to take what you want.”

Fuck.

My hands were on her before she finished speaking, grabbing her hips and spinning her around, pressing her chest against the counter. She gasped as I yanked the flimsy thong down, exposing her perfect ass—round, full, already glistening between her thighs. I slid a finger through her wetness, groaning at how fucking slick she was.

“You’ve been thinking about this,” I growled, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a pink mark. She whimpered and pushed back against me, her pussy practically begging for my cock.

“Yes,” she moaned. “God, yes. Please, baby—”

I didn’t let her finish. I shoved my sweatpants down just enough to free my dick, already leaking pre-cum, and lined myself up with her dripping entrance. One rough thrust and I was balls-deep inside her, her tight cunt squeezing me like a vice. She cried out, her nails scraping against the counter as I started fucking her in slow, deep strokes.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I muttered, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. Her ass jiggled with every thrust, her moans getting louder, needier. I reached around and pinched her clit, making her scream my name.

“Harder,” she begged, panting. “Don’t—don’t hold back.”

I didn’t. I slammed into her, my balls slapping against her, the wet sounds of our bodies filling the kitchen. Her pussy was so fucking tight, gripping me like she never wanted to let go. I could feel her walls fluttering—she was close.

“Come for me,” I ordered, spanking her again. “Now.”

She shattered instantly, her body shaking as she came hard, her cunt clenching around me like a fist. The way she moaned—desperate, wrecked—drove me over the edge. With one last brutal thrust, I buried myself deep and emptied inside her, my cum flooding her, dripping down her thighs.

She collapsed against the counter, breathless, her ass still red from my hand. I pulled out slowly, watching my cum leak out of her.

She looked back at me, lips swollen, eyes dark with lust. “Again?” she asked.

Fuck yeah. Again.