**”Just for Tonight”**

I could hear my stepmom’s voice through the door, soft and husky, telling me to come in. My heart hammered in my chest as I pushed it open, the dim light from her bedside lamp casting shadows over her bare shoulders. She was sitting up in bed, her full tits on display, her nipples already hard. The sheet barely covered her thighs.

“You’ve been staring at them all week,” she murmured, her fingers tracing idle circles around one dusky areola. “I know what you want.”

Fuck. My dick twitched in my pants. She wasn’t wrong—I’d been obsessed with her tits since she married my dad, the way they swayed under her clothes, the hint of cleavage when she bent over. And now, here she was, offering them to me.

I didn’t move fast enough. She smirked and crooked a finger. “Come here, baby. Don’t make me ask twice.”

I stumbled forward, my mouth already watering. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down, guiding my lips to her nipple. The second my tongue touched her, she let out a low moan. “That’s it,” she sighed, fingers tightening in my hair. “Suck.”

I obeyed, pressing my mouth harder, tasting the salt of her skin as I drew her nipple in deep. She arched, her other hand moving between her legs under the sheet. “Fuck, you’re so greedy,” she breathed, grinding against her own fingers. “Like a little baby. You want my milk, don’t you?”

My cock throbbed at the words. I sucked harder, my teeth grazing her just enough to make her gasp. Her grip on my hair turned punishing. “Yes,” she hissed. “Just like that. Take what you need.”

I could hear the wet sounds of her fingers working her pussy, her hips rocking in time with my mouth. She was soaked—I could smell it, that hot, musky scent of her arousal. I reached down, fumbling with my belt, but she slapped my hand away.

“No,” she said firmly. “This is about me.”

She pushed me back, her eyes dark with lust as she spread her thighs. Her pussy glistened, her clit swollen and begging for attention. “Lick,” she ordered, grabbing my hair again and yanking me down.

I didn’t hesitate. I buried my face between her legs, lapping at her folds, sucking her clit the way I’d sucked her nipple. She bucked against me, fucking my mouth with short, sharp thrusts. “Good boy,” she moaned, her voice breaking. “Fuck, just like that—”

Then, without warning, she shoved me onto my back and climbed over me. Her tits swayed above my face, her pussy hovering over my cock. I could feel the heat radiating off her, the slickness of her dripping onto my stomach. “You don’t get to fuck me,” she whispered, lowering herself just enough to grind her wet cunt against my shaft. “But you can watch.”

She reached between her legs, fingers sliding through her folds before pressing two inside. She fucked herself slowly, her eyes locked on mine as she worked her fingers in and out. “You like that?” she taunted, her breath hitching. “Watching me use myself like this? Knowing you can’t touch?”

I groaned, my cock aching, my hips lifting helplessly. She laughed and shifted, pressing her soaked pussy against my mouth again. “Clean me up,” she ordered.

I licked her desperately, my tongue lapping up every drop of her arousal. She moaned, her thighs trembling as she came, her juices flooding my mouth. Then, finally, she sank down onto my cock, taking me in one swift motion.

“Fuck!” I gasped, my hands flying to her hips. She rode me hard, her tits bouncing, her nails digging into my chest.

“Mine,” she panted, her cunt gripping me tighter with every stroke. “All fucking mine.”

I came deep inside her, my vision whiting out as she clenched around me, milking every last drop. She collapsed onto my chest, her breath hot against my skin.

“Good boy,” she murmured, biting my earlobe. “Now get out before your father gets home.”