Stepson Seduction

They stroll in from the walk, and Alyssa turns to her 18-year-old stepson with that crooked little smile she’s been hiding all day. Thanks again for keeping her company, she says, almost breezy, until her voice drops. Loneliness has been eating at her for weeks. She lets that sink in, then admits the dream. In it he was on top of her, hands planted on either side of her face, cock brushing her stomach. She woke up wet and hasn’t stopped replaying it since. The thought of his heat between her thighs has been driving her nuts, so tonight she decides to make it real. Her shorts and tank hit the floor. Nothing underneath. Her waist tapers, stomach tight, shaved lips gleaming. The kid freezes, mouth open. She steps in, palms his chest, voice low and commanding: pants down, sit on the couch, hands where she can see them. He obeys. Alyssa drops to her knees, grips his cock at the base, runs her tongue around the head just to watch it twitch. Then she climbs aboard, sinks down slow until her cunt swallows every inch, grinding her hips in a tight circle like she owns the moment. Every wet slap of skin is her proof they’re finally closer than close.