College Admission Deception

Wendy Raine flips her shit when she finds out smart-ass Elias Cash, her stepson, hasn’t heard a peep from the colleges he supposedly applied to. Top of his class, valedictorian, volunteers till his fingers bleed, yet nobody’s biting? She smells bullshit and goes sniffing. Bingo—a fat stack of thick envelopes stashed under his bed like porn mags. She corners him, waving them in his face, demanding to know why he’s playing hide-the-future. Elias shrugs, shoots her that cocky half-grin, and drops the bomb: he ain’t ready to bounce. The real reason? He’s been jerking off to the thought of bending his own stepmom over the kitchen counter every goddamn night. Wendy’s eyebrows rocket, then a smirk slides across her face. Flattered? Try dripping. If the boy needs a farewell fuck to fly the coop, she’ll give it to him balls-deep and dripping. Later she peels off her robe, straddles his lap on the same bed hiding those letters, and sinks down slow, letting every thick inch of him stretch her open. She rides him hard, tits bouncing, moaning filthy praise about how deep he hits, how he’s the only dick she wants now. Elias grips her hips, slams up, grunting like he’s claiming his prize. She creams around him, grips tighter, and coaxes every hot spurt straight into her greedy cunt, whispering he can stay one more night if he promises to pack his bags tomorrow—and maybe pack her again first.