Tyler's Turn to Claim Her Ass

Rachel stayed on all fours in the middle of her own damn bed, knees sunk into the mattress, ass still tilted up like she was presenting a damn gift basket. Her breath came in short, shaky pants. Jax had only worked the first few thick inches of himself into her virgin ass before easing back out, and the emptiness he left behind felt criminal. Her freshly stretched hole fluttered and winked, shiny with lube, aching in a way that made her want to laugh and hide under the covers at the same time.

“Look at that,” Jax said, kneeling beside her hip, thumb brushing the rim just to watch it twitch. “Your stepmom’s asshole is already begging, Ty. Little greedy wink every time she breathes.”

Tyler stood at the foot of the bed, cock jutting hard and flushed, eyes locked on the view. “Jesus, Mom. It’s glistening. You look wrecked already and we barely started.”

Rachel twisted her head enough to shoot him a crooked grin, cheeks burning. “Virgin territory, gentlemen. Forty-one years of careful diplomacy and now my backdoor is throwing open-house parties for the two of you. Somebody alert the homeowners association.”

Jax barked a laugh. Tyler stepped closer, palm sliding up the back of her thigh. “Your turn’s next, right? You claimed first dibs on stretching me open. Least you can do is watch while my step-son actually finishes the job.”

“Oh, I’m watching,” Jax promised. He shifted around in front of her, cock still slick from her earlier suck. “And participating. Open up, Rachel.”