Forbidden Temptation: Stepmom's Lonely Desire Unleashed on Stepson - POV Blowjob & Creampie

The house was quiet, too quiet. Just the hum of the refrigerator and the thrum of my own nerves. He was home early, earlier than usual. I told myself it was just the stress of the day – the kids, the job, the constant feeling of being unseen. But it was more than that. I wanted to be *seen*.

I found him in the living room, stretched out on the couch, playing some video game. "Hey," I said, trying to sound casual, though my heart was hammering against my ribs. I was wearing my favorite lingerie under my robe, a little secret thrill against my skin. "Rough day?"

He glanced up, his eyes lingering on my face a moment longer than they should. "Yeah, kind of. What about you?"

I shrugged, letting the robe slip open just a bit. "Lonely," I confessed. "Come lay with me?" The words were out before I could stop them. A wave of heat washed over me, shame and excitement warring inside.

He hesitated, his gaze dropping to the exposed lace of my bra. I could see the hunger in his eyes, mirroring my own. He stood up, slow and deliberate. He closed the distance between us, his hand gently caressing my cheek. "Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice rough.

I nodded, pulling him closer. His lips met mine in a kiss that was both desperate and tender. We fell back onto the couch, tangled limbs and racing hearts. It started slow, exploring each other, a soft caress that felt like a complete transgression. His big cock was straining against his jeans, the proof of his arousal only adding to the intensity. I pulled him closer, pulling his pants down. He pulled my robe off in one fluid motion. "God, you are beautiful," he said as his lips found my breast.

He slowly made his way down my body, each touch sending shivers down my spine. I moaned softly as he prepared to give me a blowjob, it felt too good and too taboo for what it was. Then, as his mouth worked his magic, all thoughts of right and wrong disappeared. All that was left was the burning need, the desperate desire to be filled, to be wanted.

We moved to the bedroom, the need growing stronger with each passing moment. We moved into missionary, his eyes locked with mine, full of lust. His thrusts were deep and powerful, pushing me closer to the edge. I closed my eyes and reached for him with my legs. He pushed and pushed until he finally gave me a creampie.

Later, lying in bed, entangled in each other, I knew we had crossed a line. There was no going back. This was our secret, our forbidden pleasure. A sin wrapped in the guise of desire.