Building Step-Son's Sexual Confidence

I’m parked on the couch trying to grind a few ranks when Kitten pops up behind me, arms crossed, looking like she wants to punch through drywall. The dean’s letter is crumpled in her fist, so that explains the stink-eye. Her tits are mashed together in that tight top like they’re begging for daylight, but right now she’s busy tearing me a new one about getting booted from school. I drop my eyes to the hem of her little skirt and blurt it out—haven’t gotten laid in months, can’t think straight, end of story. She blinks, the edge in her face softens, then she cups those heavy tits, fingers sinking in like she’s testing fruit. Next thing I know my jeans are around my ankles and her warm, wet mouth is working me like she’s starving. She tugs her top down, tits spilling free, and squeezes them around my cock. I thrust between the soft, sweaty flesh until she’s whimpering for more. I bend her over the couch, slam into her hard, and she slams back—ass rippling, pussy grabbing like a vice. Sweat’s pouring down her back, hair stuck to her cheeks, every thrust knocking curses and moans out of her in one breath. She cums twice before I unload straight into that greedy, spasming cunt.