The house was quiet. Too quiet. My wife was out with her friends, leaving me to my own devices… or so she thought. I wandered upstairs, supposedly to check on things, but really, I was just bored.
That's when I heard it – a faint giggle coming from our bedroom. I pushed the door open just a crack and peeked inside. My stepdaughter, no more than 19 and all curves and innocence, stood in front of the mirror, Mommy’s new bra – the one with the lacy red detailing – barely containing her huge tits. Her tattoos peeked out from under the straps.
“Trying on Mommy’s things?” I asked, my voice a low rumble. She jumped, startled, the bra slipping slightly. Her cheeks flushed a delicious pink. “I… I was just curious,” she stammered, fiddling with the clasp. Liar.
I stepped fully into the room. “Curiosity can be a dangerous thing,” I said, closing the distance between us. Her eyes flickered down to my jeans. She knew where this was going. “You’re not going to tell Mommy, are you?” she whispered, her voice husky.
I ran a finger along the delicate lace of the bra. “Depends on how you make it worth my while.” I watched her swallow hard. The room was thick with unspoken desires.
I leaned in close, whispering in her ear, "Maybe... a blowjob?" Her eyes widened, but there was no fear, only a raw, burning need. In seconds, she was undoing my belt, her small, slender hands working with surprising confidence. Her lips closed around me, hot and wet, and the world exploded in a haze of pleasure. This POV felt so wrong, but so incredibly right. The kink, the forbidden nature of it all… it was intoxicating.
She worked me until I couldn't take it anymore, her petite frame trembling with effort. I pulled her up, cupped her natural tits in my hands, and felt her nipples harden. We were both breathing hard, lost in the moment, when I felt the telltale twitch... Time for my cumshot. The guilt would come later. Right now? Only raw lust mattered.
