My Steamy Story: Stepmom...

My Story Time:

Okay bestie, I’m about to spill some truly spicy tea 🌶️. My husband was out of town, and his son, my stepson Jake, came over to fix my garbage disposal—total main character energy, btw. He’s 24, ripped AF from the gym, and honestly… I’ve been low-key thirsty for months.

He was under the sink, and his shirt rode up, showing this perfect V-line. I “dropped” a towel next to him and bent over, my leggings hugging my ass. When I stood up, his eyes were glued to me, dark and hungry. He didn’t even pretend to look away.

I walked over, my heart beating out of my chest, and put my hand on his shoulder. “See something you like?” I whispered. He didn’t answer—just stood up, his dick already straining against his jeans, and kissed me. Not some sweet peck—this was hungry, desperate, all tongue and teeth.

Next thing I know, he’s lifting me onto the kitchen counter, his hands pulling my leggings down. I was so wet, my pussy was literally throbbing. He dropped to his knees and went down on me like a man possessed, sucking my clit until I came so hard I saw stars. “Fuck, yes, just like that,” I moaned, gripping his hair.

He stood up, unbuckled his jeans, and slid his thick cock inside me. It was so deep, I couldn’t even breathe. I wrapped my legs around him as he pounded into me, the counter shaking with every thrust. “You feel so fucking good,” he growled in my ear, and I came again, screaming his name. No cap, bestie—that was the best damn disposal repair of my life.