A good stepmother

Csoky Ice watched Winnie strut around in those skin-tight dresses, her long blonde hair swaying across a body that wouldn’t quit. She used to turn tricks, and it still shows—tits heavy, waist snatched, legs for days. At her age most women fade, but she looked like she could fuck you breathless before breakfast. Every time she bent over or leaned across the table, his cock jerked awake. He stopped hiding the bulge. Let her see it. She noticed. Then one afternoon, instead of brushing past him, she stopped, grabbed the front of his jeans, and squeezed like she was checking fruit at the market. 'So this is what’s been poking at me,' she grinned. No more wondering. He shoved her against the kitchen counter, yanked her dress up, and finally got the pussy he’d been jerking to for months. She took every inch like she’d been waiting for it too, moaning and laughing at how fast he blew his load the first time. Second round, though, he fucked her slow and nasty—just how she liked it—while she called him a dirty little stepson between gasps.