Stepmom's lucious needs

Stepson's jaw hit the floor when he caught his smoking-hot stepmom talking filthy on the phone to her fuck buddy. One little half-lie to dear old Dad and the kid could blow the whole thing up, but she wasn't about to let it get that far. She locked eyes with him, licked her lips, and dragged him into the guest bathroom like it was already decided. His shorts were at his knees before he could blink. Her mouth dropped open wide and that long, velvet tongue wrapped around his cockhead, slow and sloppy, like she was starving for it. She took him deep—throat flexing, saliva running down his balls—while she jerked the base with a firm grip. Every wet slurp echoed off the tile. She sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, then eased off to swirl her tongue around the tip before plunging back down, nose bumping his stomach. When his knees started shaking she just picked up the pace, hot breath blasting around his shaft, and milked him till his legs locked up and he spilled straight down her throat, swallowing every drop like it was owed to her.