Forbidden Lust: Stepmom's Naughty Phone Call Leads to Taboo Missionary Sex with Stepson

The phone vibrated, its glow illuminating Sarah's face in the dim light. A text from her stepson, Mark. Just a simple question about dinner, but the way he phrased it… a shiver traced its way down her spine. He was home alone, she knew. Her husband, his father, was out of town on business. An idea, wicked and thrilling, began to form.

She dialed his number, her heart pounding. "Mark?" she purred, her voice lower than usual. "I was just thinking about you... about how handsome you've become." A pause. She could hear his quickened breath. "Tell me what you're wearing," she whispered, the words laced with a forbidden thrill. He stammered, describing his sweatpants and t-shirt, the image painting itself vividly in her mind. She imagined him, muscular and lean, the tattoo peeking from beneath his sleeve.

The conversation turned hotter, more explicit. Sarah described the lacy lingerie she was wearing, the feel of silk against her skin. Mark moaned, his voice thick with desire. "I want you, Sarah," he confessed, the words raw and honest. She knew she shouldn't. This was wrong, so very wrong. But the pull was too strong, a forbidden lust that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

"Come here," she whispered, hanging up. She smoothed down her dress, her hands trembling. Minutes later, a knock. She opened the door, and Mark stood there, his eyes burning with need. "I couldn't resist," he breathed, pulling her into his arms.

The kiss was urgent, desperate. His hands roamed over her body, finding every curve, every sensitive spot. She pushed him back against the door, her fingers tangling in his black hair. The desire was a living thing, consuming them both. He lifted her, carrying her to the bedroom. They fell onto the bed, clothes discarded in a frenzy. Her D-cup breasts spilled out, begging for his touch.

He entered her slowly, deliberately, their bodies locked in a missionary embrace. Sarah gasped, her nails digging into his back. The raw heat was intoxicating, a taboo thrill that made her forget everything but the moment. His thrusts grew deeper, faster, until they both reached their passion peak, a shared orgasm that shook them to their core. Afterward, they lay tangled together, the weight of their secret affair heavy in the air. What had they done?

Kisscat brought this fantasy to life with such passion.