Jerk To Mommy

Megan catches her stepson staring while she's bent over the kitchen sink, scrub brush in hand. His eyes are glued to her ass like he's trying to fuck her through her jeans. She pauses, wipes her hands on a dish towel, and spins around with a smirk. Time to stop the teasing. She walks right up, shoves his back against the counter, and drops to her knees without another word. Belt undone, zipper down, she yanks his pants and shorts to his ankles in one rough pull. His cock springs out, already hard, already dripping. She wraps her lips around the head and swallows him deep, no warm-up, no mercy. One hand cups his balls, the other grips the base of his shaft, twisting and stroking in perfect rhythm with her bobbing mouth. Wet, sloppy sounds fill the kitchen while spit runs down his balls. Megan glances up, eyes locked on his, like she's daring him to last more than thirty seconds. Every time his hips twitch forward she just takes him deeper, tongue working the underside until he's shaking. No finesse, no hesitation—just straight, relentless suction, lips stretched tight, throat relaxed and hungry for every last inch.