The air in the kitchen hung thick with unspoken tension. I'd been needing something, just… a connection. Mom was away, and Andere, my stepmom, was radiating this effortless brunette milf energy that made my teenage brain short-circuit.
"Hey," I mumbled, pretending to look for a snack in the fridge, but really, I was just trying to be near her. She was leaning against the counter, scrolling through her phone, her big boobs straining against her tank top. Those fake tits were hard to miss. So are her tattoos and inked body that makes my desires go wild!
"Everything okay?" Her voice was low, husky. I could smell her perfume – something sweet and musky, like forbidden fruit.
"Yeah, just… kinda stressed about finals." Lame, I know. But the truth – that I was practically aching for her touch – was way too much to admit.
She smiled, a slow, knowing smile that sent shivers down my spine. "Come here."
I hesitated, then walked over. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a hug that felt way too good to be just a hug. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and a jolt of electricity shot through me. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my breathing steady.
"Thanks," I whispered, pulling back slightly.
But she didn't let go. Instead, she tilted her head back, her eyes locking with mine. There was something different in her gaze – something… predatory. And then, she reached down, her hand landing on my… well, you know.
My breath hitched. This wasn't a friendly hug anymore. This was… fantasy. This was bad family POV playing out in real time. It was wrong, it was taboo, and God, it felt amazing. Her fingers squeezed gently, sending a wave of pleasure through me. A loud moaning from my part couldn't be helped, and it only turned her on.
She smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just helping you with your stress, honey." From that point on, all I could do was comply to her dominance and let myself be riding her cock.
