Office Chair Creampie From Stepmom

Jake pushed open the front door just after ten, the house quieter than he remembered. The two-week drive from campus had left him wired and exhausted at the same time. He dropped his duffel in the hallway and followed the single strip of light spilling from the converted study at the far end of the ground floor.

Vanessa was supposed to be alone. His stepdad had left for Singapore that morning, and his stepsister had flown out to a music festival the day before. The only sound was the low hum of the air-conditioning and the faint, rhythmic creak of leather.

He paused at the half-open door.

Vanessa sat astride the thick, padded edge of her heavy executive chair, tight black pencil skirt rucked high around her hips. The sheer black blouse was unbuttoned to her navel, full breasts straining against a lace bra. Her head was thrown back, honey-blonde hair spilling over her shoulders as she rocked her soaked panties along the rounded leather corner of the seat. Each slow grind made the chair groan softly. Her mouth was open, breath coming in sharp, needy little gasps.

She hadn’t noticed him yet.

Jake’s cock thickened instantly inside his jeans. He should have backed away. Instead he leaned against the doorframe, mesmerized by the sight of his stepmother desperately humping the furniture like a woman half-mad with denial.

Vanessa’s hips stuttered. Her eyes fluttered open and locked directly onto his.

For one frozen second neither of them moved. Then, instead of yanking her skirt down or gasping in horror, she licked her lips and kept grinding, slower now, deliberate. Her voice came out husky, trembling with raw hunger.