The hotel room smelled of her—coconut oil and something darker, like heat. My stepmom, Viv, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the distant ocean. She wore that sheer white robe, tied loose at her waist. I knew she had nothing on under it.

I'd been watching her all week: the way she'd catch my eye and hold it, the self-satisfied smirk at dinner, the impatient flick of her wrist when my dad went to bed early.

Tonight, he was out at a conference. "You coming?" she asked, not turning around. I stepped closer until I was right behind her, my dick already chubbing up in my shorts. The air between us was thick with want.

She reached back, her fingers finding my crotch, stroking my bulge through the fabric. "Mmm," she purred low in her throat. I kissed her neck, tasted salt from the breeze. Her hand slid inside my shorts, gripping my meat, already half-rigid. She stroked me, making her touch a promise.

"Over the bed," I whispered, gruff. She turned, the robe slipping off one shoulder, baring a tan nipple, erect and dark. "Take me there, then bury that fat dick in my dripping pussy," she murmured. "Show your stepmomma who's boss."

I shoved the robe off her shoulders then unlatched the tie. Her big tits fell out, all swollen nipped in my mouth. Her cunt was shaved, soaking wet already. I pushed her onto the king-sized mattress and spread her legs wide. My dick stood fat and slick with the first drops. I didn't hold back.

I cracked her in with