Tricking His Nearsighted Stepmom

Lexi Luna was still slick from her shower when she yelled down the hall. "He'll be here any minute, Max. Just let him in and get the fuck out of the house." Her stepson grunted something back, feet already on the stairs. Max cracked the front door expecting some stranger, but it was only a vase full of red roses. There was a note tucked in the middle. He sniffed them out of curiosity, shrugged, and carried the whole thing upstairs like some horny delivery boy. He nudged Lexi's bedroom door open with his elbow. The blinds were drawn, the lamp low. "Delivery," he muttered. Lexi sat on the edge of the bed, towel barely clinging to her hips, tits pushed together in the half-dark. She squinted hard, couldn't make out faces past a foot. "Finally," she sighed. "Put that down and come here." Max started backing out. "Wait, these aren't from—" Lexi reached out blindly, snagged his belt buckle, yanked him in close. "Less talking, more stripping. You're late and I'm wet." She grabbed his hand, shoved it under the towel right onto her slick pussy. Max's fingers slipped in without asking. She moaned like he'd already earned it, hips rocking forward. "Fuck me like you said you would. First my mouth, then my cunt. I want both holes used tonight." Max stood there frozen, pulse hammering, but his stepmom was spreading for him and grinding on his hand like the clock was ticking. She palmed the thick bulge behind his zipper, squeezed, then dragged the teeth down slow and deliberate. "You're hesitating," she teased, pulling his cock out heavy and hot. "Get it in me already before I change my mind." She didn't give him time, just wrapped her lips around the head and swallowed until her nose met trimmed hair. That broke whatever resolve he had. Max kicked his jeans off the rest of the way, lifted her easily, dropped her on the mattress. Lexi spread wide, knees back by her ears. He lined up, slid in with one smooth thrust, balls tapping her ass. She clenched around every inch, filthy little sounds punching out each time he bottomed out. "Harder," she begged. "Don't you dare slow down, fuck that pussy like it's yours." Max pounded her steady, cock shiny with her cream, watching her tits bounce. Every wet slap echoed off the walls. Lexi clawed at his shoulders, heels locked behind his back. "I want you to fill me up and keep going," she gasped, voice gone raspy. "Use me till it leaks out." Max was getting close—hips snapping, jaw tight—when Lexi reached for the nightstand and slipped her glasses on. The world sharpened and she froze mid-moan. Her stepson's face hovered inches above hers, sweat on his brow, cock still buried deep. She watched it slide out glossy, watched it punch back in. The moan slipped out anyway, betrayed her. "Oh shit… Max…?" He slowed, uncertain. "Lexi, I—" "Don't stop," she hissed through gritted teeth, grabbing his ass, driving him back inside her. "It feels too fucking good to quit now. Just… finish what you started." Her glasses fogged at the edges while her stepson kept fucking her, deeper, faster, both of them too far gone to care about names.