First Taste of Her Tightness

I still can't believe I'm writing this down, but after what happened last night I have to get it out somehow. My name's Connor, I'm twenty-two, home from college for the summer, and yesterday my stepmom Lena—forty-one, widowed, the most confident woman I've ever known—decided she was going to teach me how to fuck a woman in the ass. Properly. Patiently. Starting with her own.

Last night she bent over the living-room couch in nothing but that thin silk robe, reached back, spread her firm cheeks, and made me lube up her tight little asshole while she talked me through every circle of my fingers and every hesitant swipe of my tongue. We kissed the whole time, deep and wet, her praising me like I was the best student she'd ever had. By the time she demanded my cock next, I was shaking so hard I thought I'd come just from the sight of her. I didn't push inside. Not yet. She sent me to bed hard and aching, promising that tonight—lesson two—I'd finally feel what it was like to bury myself in that forbidden heat.

This morning I came downstairs around ten, still tasting her on my tongue from the night before. Lena was already in the living room, perched on the edge of the same couch, legs crossed, the silk robe loosely knotted so that one smooth thigh flashed every time she shifted. Her dark hair was piled up messily, a few strands sticking to the side of her neck. She looked up from her phone and gave me that slow, knowing smile that made my stomach drop and my cock twitch against my sweatpants.

“Morning, baby,” she said, voice still husky from sleep. “Sleep okay? Or did you keep thinking about how close you were to sliding into Mommy’s ass?”