Claiming His Stepmom's Married Pussy

Ryan’s weight pinned Harriet to the mattress she shared with his father, the expensive sheets already damp beneath her bare ass. At forty-one she looked elegant even like this—dark hair fanned across Marcus’s pillow, full tits rising and falling with every ragged breath, the gold band on her left hand catching the low lamplight. Her legs were spread wide, knees hooked high around her stepson’s lean hips, and the swollen head of Ryan’s cock rested right against the slick, shaved lips of her married cunt.

She had been craving this for months.

“I’ve fingered this pussy every single night Marcus was gone,” she whispered, voice thick and filthy. “Locked the door, climbed into this bed, and shoved three fingers into myself while I thought about your thick college-boy dick. I’d get so wet thinking about you walking in here, ripping my panties off, and just taking what’s yours. I came so hard last week I had to bite the pillow so the housekeeper wouldn’t hear me moaning your name.”

Ryan’s athletic body trembled above her. Twenty-two, all hard muscle from the gym and summer training, cock heavy and leaking against her entrance. The taboo of it—fucking his father’s wife in the exact spot Marcus fucked her—made his balls draw up tight. He could smell her arousal, rich and musky, mixing with the faint scent of Marcus’s cologne still clinging to the pillows.