I never really thought of my stepmom like that—until I saw her bend over in those tight yoga pants one night when she thought I was asleep. Her ass was practically begging to be grabbed, round and full, jiggling with every step. That’s when I knew she was built different—wide hips, thick thighs, and tits so big they strained against her tank top. Meanwhile, my dad? Shit, the man’s a walking joke downstairs. He brags about his “performance” but I’ve seen the little shriveled twig in his boxers when he’s drunkenly stumbling out of the shower. No wonder my stepmom’s always got this desperate look in her eyes.

It started with lingering touches—her fingers brushing against my arm when she handed me a plate, her tits pressing into my back when she reached around me for something in the kitchen. She’d always pull away too slow, like she was testing me. Then came the “accidents.” Like catching her bent over the washing machine in a tiny thong, her ass on full display, or walking in on her rubbing lotion into her tits, her nipples hard under her fingertips.

One night, after Dad passed out drunk on the couch again, she cornered me in the hallway. Her perfume was thick, intoxicating. “You’ve been staring at me,” she whispered, trailing a finger down my chest. “Do you like what you see, baby?”

My dick was already rock-hard, straining against my jeans. “Fuck yeah,” I muttered, grabbing her hips and pulling her against me. She gasped, her eyes widening when she felt how thick I was.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, grinding her pussy against my cock through our clothes. “All this time… and your daddy can’t even get half this hard.”

I didn’t waste time. I yanked her tank top down, her fat tits spilling out, nipples already stiff. I squeezed them hard, pinching her nipples between my fingers as she whimpered. “You like that, mommy?” I growled, and she nodded desperately, biting her lip.

Then I spun her around, pushing her against the wall, and pulled her yoga pants down. Her ass was bare except for a tiny lace thong, her pussy already wet and glistening. I didn’t tease her—just ripped that thong to the side and shoved two fingers into her dripping cunt.

“Fuck! Oh fuck, baby, yes!” she cried, her hips bucking against my hand. She was so fucking wet, tight but slick, gripping my fingers like she was starving for it.

I pulled my fingers out, sucking her juices off them, then unzipped my jeans. My cock sprang out, thick and throbbing, veins bulging. Her eyes went wide. “Shit,” she breathed. “You’re huge.”

I didn’t give her time to think. I grabbed her hips and slammed into her in one thrust. She screamed, her pussy clamping around me like a vice, her body shaking. “Oh my GOD! Fuck, baby, it’s too much—!”

But I didn’t stop. I fucked her hard and deep, her ass jiggling with every thrust, her tits bouncing wildly. She was moaning like crazy, her nails digging into my arms, her pussy gushing around my cock. “Yeah, take it, mommy,” I growled, slapping her ass hard. “You love this big dick, don’t you?”

“YES!” she screamed, her body trembling. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum—!”

I felt her pussy clench, her whole body convulsing as she came, her juices soaking my cock. I didn’t let up—just kept pounding her, my balls slapping against her ass, until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pulled out at the last second, jerking my cock as thick ropes of cum splashed across her ass and back.

She collapsed against the wall, panting, her thighs still shaking. “Holy shit,” she whispered. Then she turned around, licking her lips, and grabbed my cock again. “We are *not* done.”

And we sure as hell weren’t.