The latex gloves squeaked as my stepmom, with her jiggling boobs and firm bubble butt, attacked the kitchen counter. I hadn't expected her to be so… thorough. I was supposed to be helping, but honestly, I was mostly watching, a familiar tension building in my gut. She caught my eye, a mischievous glint flickering in her dark eyes. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulder as she leaned in close.
“You gonna help, or just admire the view?” she whispered, her Latin accent thick with playful challenge.
Before I could answer, she grabbed my hand, pulling me closer. The scent of lemon cleaner and her perfume, a potent combination, filled my senses. “I need your help with something… a little lower down,” she purred, her eyes dropping to my jeans. My heart hammered against my ribs.
Suddenly, she dropped to her knees, those L cup breasts swaying enticingly. This was no longer about cleaning the kitchen. This was about something far more dangerous and exciting. She unzipped my pants, her touch surprisingly gentle, and the next thing I knew, I was staring down at her as she took me into her mouth.
Her POV blowjob was electric, a perfect blend of tenderness and raw desire. The way she used her tongue, the intensity in her gaze, it was almost overwhelming. A guttural groan escaped my lips.
Later, breathless and trembling, I flipped her over against the wall, her ass pressed against the cool tile. This reverse cowgirl position was exhilarating, the feeling of her riding me, the sheer audacity of the situation, pushed me over the edge. She threw her head back, her moans echoing through the house. This was real. This was happening. This homemade encounter was a mix of forbidden passion and raw lust. I buried my face in her neck as she tightened around me, her natural tits bouncing with each thrust.
This cleaning session would forever be etched in my memory. The thought of a role playing couple act like this would never had left my mind. Every time i see her i would remember the doggy style that would take place on the kitchen floor. It was a mess, but a mess i would clean over and over again.
