Peekaboo

Jon Rogue busted in on his stepmom Rachael Cavalli while she was pulling on stockings. "Eyes up here, mister," she said, but she clocked the bulge in his pants and grinned like the cat with the cream. Told him to cover his face, then watched him peek between his fingers anyway. That little flash of honest hard-on made her feel young again. Next thing, she’s on her knees, yanking his fly down like she’s unwrapping lunch. She slides that warm, wet mouth all the way down his cock, tongue flicking the underside on the way back up. Slurps and gags and greedy strokes with both hands—every dirty sound echoing in the bedroom. "Our little secret, yeah?" she mutters around his dick before sinking back down, lips stretched tight. Jon just stands there shaking, hips twitching, trying not to blow down her throat in under a minute. Rachael looks up, mascara smudged, spit shining on her chin, and winks like they already sealed the deal.