Your Father's Not Cutting It!

Stepmom finds those pink lacy panties between the sheets and her face goes red. She snaps that she'll spill everything to my old man. I beg her not to—she knows he'll blow his lid. "Fine, I won’t," she says with that wicked grin, "but you keep dragging fresh pussy through the house like it’s a drive-thru." "I'll do anything," I swear. She slides closer, bites her bottom lip, and squeezes my thigh. "Tell me how you’re pulling a new one in every night. I hear them moaning through the walls and it’s driving me crazy." She leans in, voice low. "Your dad hasn’t touched me in years. I need some attention—now."