Published: April 15th 2025, 8:09:25 pm
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Forbidden Heat in the Midnight Kitchen
The clock ticks past midnight, and the house is dead quiet except for the hum of the fridge. I’m leaning against the kitchen counter, my silk robe barely clinging to my curves, big tits spilling out the top, juicy ass pressed against the cold marble. I’m sipping wine, horny as fuck, as usual, my pussy throbbing for something naughty. My husband’s upstairs, snoring like a damn bear, useless tonight. I hear footsteps, and my heart skips stepson’s awake. He’s been eyeing me lately, those sneaky glances at my cleavage, my ass when I bend over. Little shit thinks I don’t notice. “Can’t sleep, huh?” I purr, turning to face him as he steps into the dim light. He’s shirtless, sweatpants low, that V-line making my mouth water. “Fuck, you look tense,” I tease, licking my lips, letting my robe slip a bit to show more tit. He stammers, “Just… uh, thirsty,” but his eyes are glued to my chest. I step closer, voice low, “Thirsty for what, baby? Milk?” I giggle, jiggling my boobs playfully, loving how his face flushes. The air’s thick, electric, and I know this is bad taboo as hell but my cunt’s screaming for it. “Don’t be shy,” I whisper, brushing my fingers down his arm, “Mommy’s up for some fun.” He’s frozen, but I see that bulge growing. Fuck, this is gonna be dirty.
I grab his hand, pulling him to the kitchen island, my robe falling open now, nipples hard as bullets. “You ever fucked a real woman?” I ask, hopping up on the counter, spreading my thighs so he sees my shaved pussy, already glistening. He’s panting, eyes wide, but he steps closer, like a moth to a flame. I yank his sweatpants down, and holy shit, his cock springs free—thick, veiny, pulsing. “Goddamn, stepson,” I moan, wrapping my fingers around it, stroking slow, feeling it twitch. “You’re gonna wreck Mommy with this.” I guide him between my legs, rubbing his tip against my wet slit, teasing us both. The suspense is killing me, my heart’s pounding, wondering if he’ll cross this line. Then he groans, grabs my hips, and slams into me. “Fuck, yes!” I scream, loud enough to wake the neighbors, my pussy stretching around him, so full it hurts so good. He’s banging me hard, no hesitation now, my tits bouncing with every thrust. I’m a slut for this, loving the taboo, the wrongness making it hotter. I pull his hair, snarling, “Harder, you little fucker, pound Mommy’s cunt!” He obeys, smashing into me, my ass slapping the counter, the whole kitchen shaking. My first orgasm hits like a freight train, my walls clenching his dick, juices dripping down my thighs. “Ohhh, fuck, I’m cumming!” I wail, nails digging into his back, riding the wave, but he doesn’t stop, keeps fucking me senseless.
We switch positions. I’m bent over the island now, ass up, his hands gripping my cheeks so tight they’ll bruise. “Look at that juicy ass,” he growls, spanking me hard, and I yelp, loving the sting. He slides back in, doggy-style, pounding so deep I feel him in my guts. Every thrust sends shocks through me, my pussy’s on fire, wet sounds filling the room. I’m moaning like a pornstar, “Yes, baby, fuck your stepmommy, don’t stop!” My tits swing, smacking the counter, my face pressed down as he grabs my hair, yanking my head back. It’s rough, nasty, perfect. I’m lost in it, the thrill of getting caught, the forbidden rush. Another orgasm builds, my clit throbbing as I reach down to rub it, fingers slick. “Gonna cum again!” I gasp, and it hits, my whole body shaking, pussy squeezing him so tight he groans. But then fuck he pulls out, spins me around, and cums, hot ropes hitting my face, my mouth. I’m shocked, spitting it out, “You little shit, only your dad does that!” But he’s grinning, cock still hard, and I’m already wet again, craving more. I shove him to the floor, straddling him, riding that dick like a wild hoe, my ass bouncing, tits in his face. “You’re mine tonight,” I moan, grinding hard, chasing another high. He’s grabbing my butt, sucking my nipples, and I’m screaming, cumming again, my pussy milking him dry. We collapse, sweaty, panting, the kitchen reeking of sex. I lick my lips, tasting his cum, knowing this won’t be the last time. “Good boy,” I whisper, winking. 😈