Forbidden Heat: Step Mom Helps Stepson With Explosive Anal Sex After Heartbreak

The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. My stepson, Luke, usually so vibrant, was a shadow of himself, drowning his sorrows in beer by the pool. His girlfriend had dumped him, and the pain was etched all over his face. I hated seeing him like this.

"Hey," I said softly, perching on the edge of the couch next to him. The leather felt cool against my skin. "Want to talk about it?"

He shook his head, avoiding my gaze. His shoulders slumped. "It doesn't matter," he mumbled.

I sighed, running a hand through my blonde hair. I had always had a good relationship with Luke; he always confided in me. Seeing him hurt made me feel powerless.

"You know," I started, my voice low, "sometimes, you just need a release. A way to forget for a little while." His eyes flickered up, meeting mine. "What do you mean?"

A dangerous idea sparked in my mind, a forbidden desire I had long suppressed. "I mean..." I hesitated, then took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. My fake tits bounced slightly with each step, hidden under a loose tank top.

"Cory, what are you doing?" he asked, confusion and a hint of something else in his voice.

I didn't answer, just pulled him closer, pressing my lips to his. The kiss was hesitant at first, then desperate, hungry. I felt his muscles tense and then relax as he gave in to the moment. We stumbled back onto the bed, tearing at each other's clothes. It was a blur of passion, a whirlwind of pent-up frustration and forbidden longing.

I straddled him, riding him hard as I took him to the edge. He arched into my touch, lost in the moment. The big boobs bounced wildly as I rode him harder.

Later, after the storm had passed, we lay tangled together, the silence thick with unspoken words. The sun streaming in through the window, casting long shadows across the room. He looked at me, a mixture of shame and gratitude in his eyes.

"Thank you," he whispered. "I… I don't know what to say."

I smiled, stroking his cheek. "Don't say anything," I said. "Just… let it go." And for that moment, at least, he did. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the echoes of our forbidden encounter lingering in the air.

I guided him to the edge of the bed, getting on my knees. The light glinted off my piercings as I leaned into him to give him the blowjob of his life.

Soon the anal sex began and we both entered a whole new world of pleasure, forgetting ourselves and each other in a shared act of lust.