LOGINThe summer sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the suburban neighborhood as Michael loaded the last of his boxes into the trunk of his beat-up sedan. College loomed just a few hours away, a new chapter that both excited and terrified him. But before he could drive off into that uncertain future, there was one final piece of unfinished business, Rosella. His stepmom. The woman who had turned his world upside down with her sultry whispers and insatiable hunger.His dad had returned from Chicago weeks ago, resuming his routine of early mornings at the office and late nights with business calls. The house had settled into a fragile normalcy, but beneath the surface, the affair between Michael and Rosella burned hotter than ever. Stolen moments in the laundry room, quick fucks in the garage while his dad mowed the lawn, they couldn't get enough of each other. Rosella's full breasts, her tight pussy that gripped him like a vice, the way she moaned his name when she came...
The front door clicked shut behind Michael's father, the sound echoing like a gavel in the quiet house. Roselle smoothed her blouse, forcing a smile as he dropped his suitcase in the hall. A week of unbridled passion with Michael had left her body attuned to every whisper of desire, but now reality crashed back. Family dinners, casual conversations, all laced with the secret of what she'd done with her stepson."Missed you both," his father said, pulling her into a hug. His arms felt foreign after Michael's possessive grip. She nodded, glancing toward the stairs where Michael lingered. "Everything holds up okay?""Perfectly," Roselle replied, her voice steady despite the heat pooling between her legs at Michael's gaze. Dinner that night was polite chatter, work stories from Chicago, plans for the weekend. Michael sat across from her, foot nudging hers under the table, a subtle reminder of the cum he'd left inside her just hours before his father's arrival.Bedtime brought separation.
The morning sun filtered through the curtains of the master bedroom, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets. Roselle stirred first, her body still humming from the night's frenzy. Michael's arm draped possessively over her waist, his breath steady against her neck. She smiled to herself, remembering how he'd taken her hard, urgent, claiming her as his own while his father was miles away in Chicago.She shifted, pressing back against him, and felt his cock twitch to life against her ass. No words needed; their bodies spoke the language of desire. Roselle reached behind, guiding his hardening length between her thighs. He groaned awake, his hand sliding up to cup her breast, thumb circling her nipple until it peaked."Morning already?" Michael murmured, his voice thick with sleep and lust. He thrust forward, the tip of his cock nudging her slick folds. She'd been wet since waking, her pussy aching for more."Feels like we never stopped," she whispered, arching to let him slide in.
Michael's POVThe door creaks open under my weight, and time freezes. There she is, my step-mom Rosella, sprawled on the bed with her legs spread wide, that tiny vibrator buzzing deep inside her slick pussy. Her panties are shoved aside, exposing everything her swollen lips glistening with wetness, her clit peeking out like it's begging for attention. Her big tits heave with each breath, nipples hard and dark against her glowing skin, one hand pinching and twisting them roughly.I can't move. My cock, which had softened after packing Dad's bags, surges back to life, straining against my shorts. She's moaning, eyes squeezed shut, lost in her own world, not even noticing me yet. 'Oh fuck,' she gasps, arching her back as the toy hums louder, her juices coating her thighs. I want to rush in, yank that vibrator out, and replace it with my thick eight-inch cock, pounding her until she screams my name.But I hesitate, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. This is it, the chance I've jerked
Michael's POVRosella's body has been on my mind since the day she stepped foot into our home.Everything about her is like a fucking magnet and I can't help but get attracted to her in every way.Empty bottles of lubes, packet of condoms and boxes of tissues are stacked up in my bedroom because of her. I can't believe she's not mine. I have my head pressed against the bathroom wall and warm water cascades down my muscular back, muffling the dirty words I keep saying about her.Fuck…if anyone hears how deranged I am, they will go into a comma.“I love your wet fucking pussy, oh lord, your body so soft and tender” I moan under the waters.Remembering the one time I walked in on she and dad fucking a few weeks ago, the way her pussy looked so plump, taking cock like a pro.“Your moans are driving me banana, the pure desire to drill you hard and fast as you moan, ohhhhhhhh”I remember the way she sounded, her heavenly moan, pure filth, like a fucking porn star.I squeeze my cock harder
Since her arrival in my family home, I have kept my eyes on Kaylee. Ten years have really done a good work on her, she looks all grown up and sexy but acts like she is the most clueless person ever.It's crazy how she wakes up in the morning and comes down to the kitchen in her slutty pajamas and her adorable face.It's even crazier when it comes to my realization just how innocent my smoking hot cousin is.I am enjoying this situation of catching her sneaking into my room, and she blushing tomato red just from reading the erotic magazine I had placed right there knowing she would snoop around.She has always had a curious personality, a trait that runs in the family, a trait I want to explore. As the thought flashes through my mind, I lick my lips at the idea. The dirty idea of tainting my innocence family member.I bet she has never taken cock before and the thought of being the first person to fuck her virgin pussy makes my cock twitch inside my pants. Damn, if I don't have her bef







