Forbidden Heat: Busty Step Mom Cory Chase Gets a Taste of Young Desire

The air in the house felt heavy, thick with unspoken desires. I knew I shouldn't, couldn't, but the way Damon Dice looked at me… it stirred something primal within. My step-son, Damon, usually kept to himself, headphones always on, lost in his digital world. But today was different. The tension between us had been building for weeks, subtle glances, accidental brushes, a shared, silent understanding.

He found me in the kitchen, ostensibly looking for a snack. But the way his eyes lingered on my chest, barely concealed by my robe, told a different story. "Hey, Cory," he mumbled, his voice rough, a stark contrast to his usual shy demeanor. "Need any help?"

I should have sent him away, nipped this in the bud. But the MILF in me, the part that had been dormant for too long, yearned for the attention. I smiled, a dangerous invitation flickering in my eyes. "Actually, I could use some help with this…", I trailed off, gesturing towards the counter where I was pretend to search for something. As I leaned over, I felt his eyes raking over my ass, and a thrill shot through me. Fake boobs, maybe, but they still held their own damn well.

He was right behind me, the heat of his body almost unbearable. His hand grazed my hip and the touch was electrifying. He quickly took my hand and pulled me closer to him. "Cory," he said and he was so close that I could feel his hot breath and his lips on my neck. I knew what he was thinking when I felt his rock hard cock press against my thigh. With a shaky breath, I turned to face him, and there was no turning back. A long slow kiss followed with his tongue darting in and out of my mouth. This led to intense spooning which became even more heated as he grinded into me.

We retreated to the bedroom, my own forbidden haven. Clothes fell away with desperate haste. His hands explored every inch of my body, worshiping me like a goddess. I moaned as he sucked on my nipples, my hands running through his hair. I pushed him away and went down on my knees. His cock was huge and throbbing. I gave him a long slow blowjob, teasing him until he begged me to stop. I pulled him closer and throat fucked him until his body started to shake. The pleasure was intense, forbidden, and utterly addictive.

He flipped me over, sliding inside me with a groan. The sensation was incredible, the doggy style deepening the connection. We moved together, bodies slick with sweat, lost in a symphony of lust and desire. Then he had me go reverse cowgirl and it was pure bliss. When he finally exploded inside me, my body shuddered with the force of it. We collapsed in a heap, panting and breathless, the weight of our sin heavy, yet exhilarating.

I knew it was wrong. But in that moment, all that mattered was the raw, untamed passion we had unleashed. My step-mom fantasy was now my reality.