The floral scent of lavender lotion still hung in the air as Anissa Kate adjusted the silk pajamas clinging to her big tits. Tonight, sleep felt impossible. The image of Nicky Rebel, her stepson, shirtless and sweating from his workout, kept flashing in her mind. She tried to ignore the persistent heat blooming low in her belly.
A soft knock echoed through the room. "Mom?" Nicky's voice was hesitant. "I can't sleep. Mind if I… talk?"
A wave of guilt washed over her, but the overwhelming desire was stronger. "Come in, honey," she managed, her voice a strained whisper.
Nicky padded in, a nervous energy radiating from him. He sat on the edge of the bed, avoiding her gaze. "Just… stressed about school," he mumbled.
Anissa reached out, her fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw. He flinched, then leaned into her touch. The air crackled with unspoken tension. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" Her voice was thick with unspoken meaning.
He finally looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and longing. "It's… you," he confessed, his voice barely audible. "I… I can't stop thinking about you."
A jolt of pure lust coursed through her. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath the silk. With a shaky hand, she reached for his. Their fingers intertwined, and a gasp escaped her lips.
"Nicky…" she breathed, her voice pleading and desperate. She pulled him closer, pressing her lips against his. The kiss was raw, urgent, a desperate release of pent-up desires. His hands roamed over her back, pulling her closer, his fingers digging into her flesh.
She pulled away just enough to whisper, "I want you, too."
His eyes burned with a primal need. He pushed her back onto the bed and started to kiss her big tits passionately through the thin silk. He then ripped the top open and starts fingering her while he keeps sucking and moaning. She spread her legs, rubbing her pussy against his jeans. He pulls down her pants and begins masturbating as Anissa finds her orgasm. Cum explodes all over her face and chest.