The air hung thick with unspoken desire. Lina, lounging on the stepson's bed in just a lacy bra and panties, feigned indifference as he entered the room, his muscles rippling under a tight t-shirt. The tattooed bicep flexed as he shut the door. "Need something, Mom?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Just...checking on you," she purred, her voice a sultry rasp. Her fake tits strained against the lace, begging for attention. He knew exactly what she wanted. The tension crackled between them, a forbidden energy that had been building for months. She knew it was wrong, the thought of him thrusting into her, filling her with his seed, but the desire was overwhelming. This brunette craved him.
He moved closer, his gaze locking with hers. "I think you know what I need, Lina." He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her exposed breast. A shiver ran down her spine. He knelt and his lips teased at her B cup breast. The room filled with tension. The first taste was heaven. He went to the other breast. Her nipples were hard, waiting for him to take her. He lowered his head and sucked her nipples.
Lina, in return, unbuckled his belt, his pants fell around his knees. Her hand was around his dick. He moaned.
The first thrust felt like lightning, a shocking surge of pleasure. She wrapped her legs around him, meeting each thrust with a desperate groan. Doggystyle, he slammed into her, his hands gripping her huge ass. She loved the rough touch, the raw intensity of his desire. Finally, with a guttural roar, he cum in her pussy, their bodies shaking with the force of their release. They collapsed, breathless and entangled, the forbidden act complete.
She looked into her stepson's eyes, a flicker of guilt mixing with the lingering pleasure. This was wrong, so very wrong. But the raw, animalistic connection they shared was undeniable. A secret they will have to hide and repeat.
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Lina Henao