**Title: Home Alone with Stepmom**

Dad left for his business trip this morning, which meant the house was just me and my stepmom, Lisa, for the whole weekend. She’d always been flirty—little touches here and there, bending over just a little too far in front of me, wearing those tight little yoga pants around the house that hugged her thick ass like a second skin. But today was different. The tension was fucking *palpable*.

I was stretched out on the couch, pretending to watch TV, when she walked into the living room wearing nothing but a tiny black satin robe that barely covered her tits. The fabric clung to her curves, and I could see the outline of her hard nipples pressing against the thin material. My cock twitched in my sweatpants as she smirked at me, her full lips glistening with lip gloss.

“Getting comfortable?” she purred, sauntering over. She stopped right in front of me, one hand on her hip, the other trailing down her stomach like she was teasing herself—or maybe me.

I swallowed hard. “Yeah, just—uh—relaxing.”

Lisa laughed softly, then, without warning, she swung one leg over me and straddled my lap. The robe fell open, revealing her bare body underneath—her full, round tits, the smooth curve of her stomach, and the neatly trimmed patch of hair above her pussy. My breath hitched as she ground her hips against my growing erection.

“You feel that?” she whispered, leaning in so close I could smell her perfume mixed with something sweeter, something *her*. “I’ve been waiting for you to make a move.”

Fuck, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I grabbed her waist and pulled her tighter against me, my cock straining against my pants as she moaned into my ear. “Lisa…”

She cut me off with a deep, hungry kiss, her tongue sliding into my mouth as she rocked her hips, rubbing her wet pussy against me through the fabric. I groaned, my hands sliding down to grip her ass, squeezing the firm flesh as she broke the kiss to whisper, “Take those off. I want to feel you.”

I didn’t hesitate. I yanked my sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free my cock, already leaking pre-cum. Lisa reached down between us, her fingers wrapping around my shaft, stroking me slowly as she bit her lip. “Fuck, you’re thick,” she murmured, spreading her own slickness over me before lifting her hips.

Then, with one slow, delicious roll of her body, she sank down onto my cock, taking me inch by inch until I was buried deep inside her tight, dripping cunt. She threw her head back, gasping, her pussy clenching around me like a hot glove. “Oh god, yes,” she moaned, riding me at a lazy pace, her tits bouncing with every movement.

I grabbed her hips, guiding her harder onto me, loving the way her wetness coated my length as she fucked herself on me. “You feel so good,” I growled, my thumb finding her clit and rubbing tight little circles.

Lisa whimpered, her body shuddering as her legs tightened around me. “Don’t stop—I’m *so* close—”

I slammed her down harder, my cock throbbing as her walls squeezed me tighter. Then, with a sharp cry, she came, her pussy pulsing around me as she shook in my arms. The sensation pushed me over the edge—I grabbed her ass and thrust up into her one last time before exploding deep inside her, filling her up as she collapsed against my chest, both of us panting.

She kissed me again, slow and dirty, before whispering, “We’ve got all weekend, baby. And I have *so* much more to teach you.”