Stepmom's Oral Fixation

Monica’s off the cigs, but the urge is riding her hard. She’s pacing, restless, lips twitching for something to suck on. Sam catches her at it and tries to pep her up—good stepson and all—yet Monica’s already staring straight at his zipper like it’s her next fix. She says she needs something in her mouth, and the second the idea clicks, she drops to her knees with that wicked little smirk. Sam doesn’t argue. He just lets her pull him out and slide him past her lips, wet and greedy. She takes him deep, throat flexing, tongue working every inch while her eyes stay locked on his. Spit runs down her chin as she keeps bobbing, focused, hungry, feet bare and flexing against the floor like she’s getting off on the taste alone. When he’s right on the edge she doesn’t pull away—she swallows every drop, throat pulsing around him until there’s nothing left to give.