Caught in his Step-Mom's Bed

Pristine Edge walks in and finds her stepson Lucas Frost right there on her bed, cock in hand, eyes glued to her pictures. No words for a second, just the shock of seeing him caught mid-stroke with his own mother-in-law as the visual motivation. She stands in the doorway, smirk already curling at her lips. Her gaze drops straight to his cock, throbbing, hard, leaking. Lucas freezes, but she steps in, hips rolling just enough for her robe to loosen at the cleavage. He sits there, cheeks red, trying to cover up, but she's already crossed the room, leaning over to snatch the picture he's using. "Using my photos again, huh?" she teases, voice low and husky, lips inches from his ear. His breath catches as her perfume hits him, smelling like the soap he smelled last night when she stepped out of the shower. "I left those out on purpose," she whispers, and climbs on the bed, the robe falling away. There's nothing underneath. Curves on full display, nipples already stiff. She reaches for him, hand wrapping around his dick without hesitation, giving him one long, slow stroke from root to tip. "Guess you couldn't help yourself." Her thumb smears the pre-cum, eyes locked with his. "You want to be a dirty little boy? Fine." She straddles him, guiding his cockhead right between her lips, sinking down until her wetness squeezes him tight, so deep his eyes roll back. Hips move in dirty slow circles as she whispers filthy things about how she's been waiting to catch him, and what she's going to do now that she has. He grabs her ass, hips thrusting up to meet hers, balls slapping her ass every time she drops down, wetness leaking down his shaft. She's shameless, riding faster, making the bed creak, fingernails digging into his shoulders as she cums hard, clenching and pulsing, hissing his name through a wicked grin. When he finally lets go, it's with her name falling out of him, shooting deep, and she's still rocking, taking every drop, smirking like she just won a bet.