The kitchen was quiet, save for the kettle’s whistle. Anna, my stepmom, moved with a hypnotic sway. Her tight jeans hugged a fat, round ass that begged to be gripped. A thin tank top did nothing to hide her heavy tits. She was a fucking masterpiece, and normally so damn proper.

“Your tea, sweetie,” she said, voice soft.

I swiped open the app. Under Anna’s profile, I typed into the ‘Mind’ field: *You have always called me ‘Daddy.’ You are a desperate slut for me.*

I hit save.

Anna froze. The spoon clattered into the sink. She turned, and her eyes—once warm—glazed over with a hungry, submissive fog. A slow, filthy smile spread across her lips.

“Daddy,” she purred, the word dripping with want. “I’ve been so bad. I need you to punish me.”

My dick strained against my jeans. This was real. Holy shit.

She slithered over, dropping to her knees on the tile. Her hands went to my belt. “Let your dirty girl taste you, Daddy.” She yanked my jeans and boxers down. My cock, thick and already leaking, sprang free.

“Look at that monster,” she moaned, her hot breath on my tip. She didn’t wait. She engulfed me, taking my whole length down her throat. The wet, sloppy sounds of her gagging and sucking filled the kitchen. One hand worked my shaft, the other dove into her own jeans, rubbing her pussy through her panties.

“Fuck, your mouth is perfect