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Part 1: Mom's hot friend let me fuck her during a sleepover.

The next morning, I woke up with my face buried in a floral pillow and the mother of all morning wood pressed hard against a warm, jiggly wall of ass. Tori had somehow migrated backwards in her sleep, and her body molded against mine, her nightie hiked up until nothing but smooth, bare thigh and a sliver of pink ran across my horizon. My cock was caught in the perfect slot between her cheeks, and when I shifted, she moaned quietly but didn’t move away.

For a second, I stayed like that, not sure if it was safer to fake sleep or try to escape before I came right in her crack. But then Tori shifted, pushing her hips back. She wiggled, just enough to really wedge me in, and then whispered, “You awake, baby boy?”

I was very awake. “Can’t sleep with all this going on,” I whispered back, bumping my hips into her for emphasis.

She giggled, deep and sleepy. “Mmm. Naughty.” Then, quieter, “If your mom’s still out, we could do a quickie?”

I became so excited, I grabbed her cheeks and couldn’t wait to push back into her pussy … but then the sound of footsteps and the soft clink of dishes told me that was not the case. I rolled away just in time for Mom to knock and pop the door open.

“Morning!” she called. “Breakfast’s in half an hour. Hope you two slept okay. Tori, you need anything? Aspirin?”

Tori rolled onto her back, giving Mom a full view of her nightie and most of a nipple. “I’m perfect, Sarah. Noah gave me the best massage last night,” she lied with a wink, “slept like a log.”

Mom beamed. “That’s my boy. He’s got the magic hands.” Then to me, “Come down when you’re up. I’ll make eggs.”

She closed the door and left me rock hard.

Tori turned to me, eyes still heavy with sleep and lust. She stretched, then pulled her knees up, spreading the nightie so it bunched around her hips. The pink thong was gone, and her ass, even lying down, was insane. She patted the curve of it.

I crawled over, not fully believing I was awake, and ran my hand up her thigh to her hip, squeezing gently. She arched her back and spread her legs a little wider, letting me slide my fingers between her cheeks. Her skin was so warm, almost fever-hot.

She whispered, “You ever want to try the other hole?” She said it like she was offering me a stick of gum.

I froze. “You’d… let me?”

She smiled, eyes shining. “Why not? You’ve got the hands and cock for it. But not now, baby. We don’t have time.” She grabbed my wrist and guided my finger to her asshole, circling, teasing, making herself shiver. “Tonight, maybe. Would you like that?”

My brain locked up. “Fuck yes.”

She sucked my index finger, then pressed it back, letting me rub the tight ring and wishing it was my erection instead. She closed her eyes, enjoying it for a minute, then pushed my hand away and sat up. “No jerking off today, okay? I want you pent up for me. Promise?”

She must have read the yes on my face, because she grinned and slapped my thigh. “Good. Go shower, your mom will know if you take too long, so don’t even think about it.”

She was right. I got out of bed, and I went to the shower, but it took all my energy to not break my promise. My dick was red and angry, leaking, and every time I thought about Tori’s offer, I nearly blew.

*****

Breakfast happened quickly, and thank god, I just wanted it to be night again. Mom set up a little station on the terrace, fresh fruit and yogurt and eggs, and went back inside to make a group text about brunch plans with her yoga friends. It was just me and Tori on the deck, sun slicing through the slats.

Tori wore a new bikini, electric blue, with straps that crisscrossed her chest like duct tape on a watermelon. She pretended to ignore me, scrolling her phone and eating grapes, but every time I looked away, she’d catch me and do a little shimmy, making the fabric dig in deeper.

By noon, I had to get away from her or risk humiliation. I grabbed a book and tried to read on the terrace, but Tori found me, plopping down next to me.

She swung one leg over mine, then, “Whoops, didn’t see you there,” and settled her ass directly onto my lap. The book nearly flew out of my hands.

She ground her hips in a slow, sensual circle, like she was making herself comfortable on a chair … or a strip tease. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to squish you.”

“It’s fine,” I said, voice cracking.

She leaned in so her lips grazed my ear. “I’m going to make it so hard for you today, Noah. Think you can handle it?”

I wanted to say yes, but my cock was making its own argument. Tori pressed down, my cock finding the crack in her ass, then got up and stretched, flashing me a full view of her round, jiggly ass. “Me and your mom are doing yoga out here in an hour. If you want to watch, I’ll do extra downward dog for you.”

I was dying. “I’ll… I’ll be upstairs.”

She gave me a look that said, “You better be.”

I tried to read, but Tori and Mom came out for yoga and the show was better than any book. Mom did her usual routine, lithe and strong, but Tori went all out—every pose designed to flaunt. She bent low for downward dog, spreading her feet wide, her ass in the air, vibrating as she bounced on the balls of her feet. The bikini bottom disappeared between her cheeks, and she kept glancing back at me through her legs, making a show of adjusting the strap every time it slipped. When she did warrior pose, her hips canted and the top nearly popped off.

Mom caught me staring more than once and just smiled. “It’s okay, hon, Tori’s always been a show-off.”

I almost came right there.

The rest of the day was more of the same. Every time I passed Tori in the house, she’d manage to “accidentally” brush her chest against me, or bend over in the fridge so I caught a full view of her ass. By dinnertime, my head was spinning and my balls felt like overfilled water balloons.

After dinner, we watched some comedy till Mom announced, “I’m beat. Early bedtime for me.” She kissed my cheek, hugged Tori, and padded off in her slippers. Tori and I cleaned up the kitchen together, which mostly meant she watched me load the dishwasher while sipping wine and leaning against the counter, her ass making a perfect perch.

When the last glass was away, she tilted her head. “I think your mom likes me,” she said.

“I think she trusts you,” I replied, which, in retrospect, was maybe the funniest thing I’d ever said.

Tori licked her lips. “Let’s not abuse that trust. You should go to your room and wait for me. I need a shower.”

I did as told, nervous and excited, my hands shaking as I closed my door behind me. I stripped down to boxers, sat on the bed, and waited, cock already stirring. My phone buzzed, a DM from Tori.

Be a good boy. Don’t touch yourself till I get there.

I squeezed my eyes shut and chucked the phone away, lying back and hoping I didn’t leak pre all over my sheets. When the door finally opened, Tori came inside in a short purple bathrobe, her wet hair piled up in a towel, face glowing clean. She carried a plastic bag, and set it on my desk.

She closed the door behind her, twisted the lock, and turned to me, eyes burning. “So. Are you ready to be a little bad?”

I nodded. Gosh that woman was such a MILF.

She dropped the robe. Nothing underneath. Her skin, scrubbed clean, looked even darker and softer in the lamplight. Her hips and thighs were thick and strong, her huge ass gleaming. Her tits hung heavy like two bells, nipples already hard and suckable.

She crossed the room in three steps and straddled me, hands on my shoulders. “Tell me, have you ever fucked a woman in the ass?”

I shook my head.

She grinned. “Perfect. I’ll teach you.” She opened the bag and pulled out a box of lube. “You’re going to make this ass shine.”

She kneeled on my bed, ass up, and spread her cheeks with both hands. I got behind her, my hands trembling. She passed me the bottle.

“Go slow. Use a lot. Warm it up first.” Her tone was clinical, almost maternal, which made my cock twitch even harder.

I squeezed a puddle into my palm and rubbed my hands together, then slid them up the backs of her thighs to her ass. I kneaded the soft, heavy globes, spreading the slick around, then up and down the crack. Her asshole winked at me, a dark, perfect pucker. I circled it with my thumb, and she shivered and pushed back, making a low, satisfied noise.

“Good boy. Don’t be afraid to get in there.”

I applied more lube, working it gently into the ring. Tori moaned and arched her back, her cheeks rippled and twitched. I couldn’t help myself. I bent in and brushed my lips around the rim, then flicked my tongue across it.

She shuddered, her hands tightening on the sheets, hissing, “God, yes, eat it.” So I did. I worked her with my tongue, slow circles at first, then deeper, pushing in and out while my slicked hands groped and squished her cheeks. Her ass was so soft and strong at once, a living thing. I buried my face in it, licking and sucking.

When I finally came up for air, she looked back at me, eyes glazed, mouth open. “Now stroke that cock for me, get it all nice and shiny.” I did, glopping a double handful of lube over my shaft, stroking until I was slippery and veiny and hard as stone. Tori’s eyes went wide. “Jesus, okay. You’re gonna have to go slow.” She grabbed the pillow and hugged it, settling her hips just so, her ass high and ready.

I pressed the swollen, lubed head of my cock against her tight little asshole and started pushing. The ring resisted at first, clenched and hot, but I kept steady pressure until it slowly gave way. Inch by inch, her ass swallowed me. The feeling was insane, scorching hot, tight, gripping every ridge of my shaft. Tori let out a long, deep groan into the pillow as I sank deeper.

“Fuuuck… slow, baby. Let me feel all of you,” she moaned, her voice husky and strained.

I watched in stunned awe as her massive cheeks spread around my cock. The sight of her thick, tanned ass taking every inch was better than any porn I’d ever seen. When my hips finally pressed flush against her soft, heavy cheeks, I was buried to the balls inside her. Her asshole fluttered and squeezed around the base of my cock.

I stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust, my hands gripping the soft flesh of her hips. Then I started fucking, slow, careful strokes at first, pulling back until just the head stretched her ring before sliding back in. Each thrust made her enormous ass ripple and jiggle. The lube made wet, filthy sounds as I fucked her.

Tori pushed back to meet me. “That’s it… fuck my ass. Harder, Noah. I can take it.”

I picked up the pace, my hips slapping against her cheeks louder now. The way her beautiful ass bounced and clapped with every thrust was hypnotic. I spanked her right cheek hard, watching the red print bloom across the soft skin. She cried out in pleasure and shoved back even harder.

“Again! Spank my ass while you fuck it!”

I alternated cheeks, smacking them as I drove into her deeper. Her moans grew louder, muffled by the pillow.

“Tell me how it feels,” I groaned.

“So fucking full… your cock is stretching my asshole so good, baby. Don’t stop, wreck it.”

I lost myself in the rhythm. I fucked her harder, watching her massive ass shake and wobble wildly with every impact. The sight of my slick cock disappearing between those perfect, jiggling cheeks again and again pushed me closer to the edge. I reached under her and rubbed her swollen clit while I pounded her ass.

Tori started shaking. “I’m gonna cum… oh fuck, I’m cumming with your cock in my ass!”

Her asshole clenched violently around me as she came, squeezing and pulsing in powerful waves. The pressure was too much. I buried myself as deep as I could go, my balls pressed tight against her dripping pussy, and exploded.

I came hard, pulsing rope after thick rope of cum deep inside her raw ass. The orgasm hit me hard, my hips jerking as I flooded her asshole with everything I had. I kept thrusting through it, grinding deep, pumping every last drop into her until my balls were empty.

When I finally pulled out, her asshole stayed open for a second, red and glistening, before slowly contracting. A thick white trickle of my cum leaked out of her wrecked hole and ran down over her pussy lips. Tori reached back with one hand, spread her cheek, and pushed, forcing more of my load to drip out.

She looked back at me over her shoulder, flushed and satisfied, a wicked smile on her face.

“Mmm… good boy. You really filled Mommy’s friend’s ass up.” She wiggled her hips, making the cum leak even more. “I can feel it sloshing inside me.”

I collapsed beside her, breathing hard, my cock still twitching. Tori rolled onto her side and pulled me close, pressing her cum-filled ass against my spent dick. She kissed me softly, then whispered in my ear.

“Five more nights, baby… and I’m nowhere near done with you.”

I knew I was in Heaven.

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Part 1: Mom's hot friend let me fuck her during a sleepover.

The next morning, I woke up with my face buried in a floral pillow and the mother of all morning wood pressed hard against a warm, jiggly wall of ass. Tori had somehow migrated backwards in her sleep, and her body molded against mine, her nightie hiked up until nothing but smooth, bare thigh and a sliver of pink ran across my horizon. My cock was caught in the perfect slot between her cheeks, and when I shifted, she moaned quietly but didn’t move away.

For a second, I stayed like that, not sure if it was safer to fake sleep or try to escape before I came right in her crack. But then Tori shifted, pushing her hips back. She wiggled, just enough to really wedge me in, and then whispered, “You awake, baby boy?”

I was very awake. “Can’t sleep with all this going on,” I whispered back, bumping my hips into her for emphasis.

She giggled, deep and sleepy. “Mmm. Naughty.” Then, quieter, “If your mom’s still out, we could do a quickie?”

I became so excited, I grabbed her cheeks and couldn’t wait to push back into her pussy … but then the sound of footsteps and the soft clink of dishes told me that was not the case. I rolled away just in time for Mom to knock and pop the door open.

“Morning!” she called. “Breakfast’s in half an hour. Hope you two slept okay. Tori, you need anything? Aspirin?”

Tori rolled onto her back, giving Mom a full view of her nightie and most of a nipple. “I’m perfect, Sarah. Noah gave me the best massage last night,” she lied with a wink, “slept like a log.”

Mom beamed. “That’s my boy. He’s got the magic hands.” Then to me, “Come down when you’re up. I’ll make eggs.”

She closed the door and left me rock hard.

Tori turned to me, eyes still heavy with sleep and lust. She stretched, then pulled her knees up, spreading the nightie so it bunched around her hips. The pink thong was gone, and her ass, even lying down, was insane. She patted the curve of it.

I crawled over, not fully believing I was awake, and ran my hand up her thigh to her hip, squeezing gently. She arched her back and spread her legs a little wider, letting me slide my fingers between her cheeks. Her skin was so warm, almost fever-hot.

She whispered, “You ever want to try the other hole?” She said it like she was offering me a stick of gum.

I froze. “You’d… let me?”

She smiled, eyes shining. “Why not? You’ve got the hands and cock for it. But not now, baby. We don’t have time.” She grabbed my wrist and guided my finger to her asshole, circling, teasing, making herself shiver. “Tonight, maybe. Would you like that?”

My brain locked up. “Fuck yes.”

She sucked my index finger, then pressed it back, letting me rub the tight ring and wishing it was my erection instead. She closed her eyes, enjoying it for a minute, then pushed my hand away and sat up. “No jerking off today, okay? I want you pent up for me. Promise?”

She must have read the yes on my face, because she grinned and slapped my thigh. “Good. Go shower, your mom will know if you take too long, so don’t even think about it.”

She was right. I got out of bed, and I went to the shower, but it took all my energy to not break my promise. My dick was red and angry, leaking, and every time I thought about Tori’s offer, I nearly blew.

*****

Breakfast happened quickly, and thank god, I just wanted it to be night again. Mom set up a little station on the terrace, fresh fruit and yogurt and eggs, and went back inside to make a group text about brunch plans with her yoga friends. It was just me and Tori on the deck, sun slicing through the slats.

Tori wore a new bikini, electric blue, with straps that crisscrossed her chest like duct tape on a watermelon. She pretended to ignore me, scrolling her phone and eating grapes, but every time I looked away, she’d catch me and do a little shimmy, making the fabric dig in deeper.

By noon, I had to get away from her or risk humiliation. I grabbed a book and tried to read on the terrace, but Tori found me, plopping down next to me.

She swung one leg over mine, then, “Whoops, didn’t see you there,” and settled her ass directly onto my lap. The book nearly flew out of my hands.

She ground her hips in a slow, sensual circle, like she was making herself comfortable on a chair … or a strip tease. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to squish you.”

“It’s fine,” I said, voice cracking.

She leaned in so her lips grazed my ear. “I’m going to make it so hard for you today, Noah. Think you can handle it?”

I wanted to say yes, but my cock was making its own argument. Tori pressed down, my cock finding the crack in her ass, then got up and stretched, flashing me a full view of her round, jiggly ass. “Me and your mom are doing yoga out here in an hour. If you want to watch, I’ll do extra downward dog for you.”

I was dying. “I’ll… I’ll be upstairs.”

She gave me a look that said, “You better be.”

I tried to read, but Tori and Mom came out for yoga and the show was better than any book. Mom did her usual routine, lithe and strong, but Tori went all out—every pose designed to flaunt. She bent low for downward dog, spreading her feet wide, her ass in the air, vibrating as she bounced on the balls of her feet. The bikini bottom disappeared between her cheeks, and she kept glancing back at me through her legs, making a show of adjusting the strap every time it slipped. When she did warrior pose, her hips canted and the top nearly popped off.

Mom caught me staring more than once and just smiled. “It’s okay, hon, Tori’s always been a show-off.”

I almost came right there.

The rest of the day was more of the same. Every time I passed Tori in the house, she’d manage to “accidentally” brush her chest against me, or bend over in the fridge so I caught a full view of her ass. By dinnertime, my head was spinning and my balls felt like overfilled water balloons.

After dinner, we watched some comedy till Mom announced, “I’m beat. Early bedtime for me.” She kissed my cheek, hugged Tori, and padded off in her slippers. Tori and I cleaned up the kitchen together, which mostly meant she watched me load the dishwasher while sipping wine and leaning against the counter, her ass making a perfect perch.

When the last glass was away, she tilted her head. “I think your mom likes me,” she said.

“I think she trusts you,” I replied, which, in retrospect, was maybe the funniest thing I’d ever said.

Tori licked her lips. “Let’s not abuse that trust. You should go to your room and wait for me. I need a shower.”

I did as told, nervous and excited, my hands shaking as I closed my door behind me. I stripped down to boxers, sat on the bed, and waited, cock already stirring. My phone buzzed, a DM from Tori.

Be a good boy. Don’t touch yourself till I get there.

I squeezed my eyes shut and chucked the phone away, lying back and hoping I didn’t leak pre all over my sheets. When the door finally opened, Tori came inside in a short purple bathrobe, her wet hair piled up in a towel, face glowing clean. She carried a plastic bag, and set it on my desk.

She closed the door behind her, twisted the lock, and turned to me, eyes burning. “So. Are you ready to be a little bad?”

I nodded. Gosh that woman was such a MILF.

She dropped the robe. Nothing underneath. Her skin, scrubbed clean, looked even darker and softer in the lamplight. Her hips and thighs were thick and strong, her huge ass gleaming. Her tits hung heavy like two bells, nipples already hard and suckable.

She crossed the room in three steps and straddled me, hands on my shoulders. “Tell me, have you ever fucked a woman in the ass?”

I shook my head.

She grinned. “Perfect. I’ll teach you.” She opened the bag and pulled out a box of lube. “You’re going to make this ass shine.”

She kneeled on my bed, ass up, and spread her cheeks with both hands. I got behind her, my hands trembling. She passed me the bottle.

“Go slow. Use a lot. Warm it up first.” Her tone was clinical, almost maternal, which made my cock twitch even harder.

I squeezed a puddle into my palm and rubbed my hands together, then slid them up the backs of her thighs to her ass. I kneaded the soft, heavy globes, spreading the slick around, then up and down the crack. Her asshole winked at me, a dark, perfect pucker. I circled it with my thumb, and she shivered and pushed back, making a low, satisfied noise.

“Good boy. Don’t be afraid to get in there.”

I applied more lube, working it gently into the ring. Tori moaned and arched her back, her cheeks rippled and twitched. I couldn’t help myself. I bent in and brushed my lips around the rim, then flicked my tongue across it.

She shuddered, her hands tightening on the sheets, hissing, “God, yes, eat it.” So I did. I worked her with my tongue, slow circles at first, then deeper, pushing in and out while my slicked hands groped and squished her cheeks. Her ass was so soft and strong at once, a living thing. I buried my face in it, licking and sucking.

When I finally came up for air, she looked back at me, eyes glazed, mouth open. “Now stroke that cock for me, get it all nice and shiny.” I did, glopping a double handful of lube over my shaft, stroking until I was slippery and veiny and hard as stone. Tori’s eyes went wide. “Jesus, okay. You’re gonna have to go slow.” She grabbed the pillow and hugged it, settling her hips just so, her ass high and ready.

I pressed the swollen, lubed head of my cock against her tight little asshole and started pushing. The ring resisted at first, clenched and hot, but I kept steady pressure until it slowly gave way. Inch by inch, her ass swallowed me. The feeling was insane, scorching hot, tight, gripping every ridge of my shaft. Tori let out a long, deep groan into the pillow as I sank deeper.

“Fuuuck… slow, baby. Let me feel all of you,” she moaned, her voice husky and strained.

I watched in stunned awe as her massive cheeks spread around my cock. The sight of her thick, tanned ass taking every inch was better than any porn I’d ever seen. When my hips finally pressed flush against her soft, heavy cheeks, I was buried to the balls inside her. Her asshole fluttered and squeezed around the base of my cock.

I stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust, my hands gripping the soft flesh of her hips. Then I started fucking, slow, careful strokes at first, pulling back until just the head stretched her ring before sliding back in. Each thrust made her enormous ass ripple and jiggle. The lube made wet, filthy sounds as I fucked her.

Tori pushed back to meet me. “That’s it… fuck my ass. Harder, Noah. I can take it.”

I picked up the pace, my hips slapping against her cheeks louder now. The way her beautiful ass bounced and clapped with every thrust was hypnotic. I spanked her right cheek hard, watching the red print bloom across the soft skin. She cried out in pleasure and shoved back even harder.

“Again! Spank my ass while you fuck it!”

I alternated cheeks, smacking them as I drove into her deeper. Her moans grew louder, muffled by the pillow.

“Tell me how it feels,” I groaned.

“So fucking full… your cock is stretching my asshole so good, baby. Don’t stop, wreck it.”

I lost myself in the rhythm. I fucked her harder, watching her massive ass shake and wobble wildly with every impact. The sight of my slick cock disappearing between those perfect, jiggling cheeks again and again pushed me closer to the edge. I reached under her and rubbed her swollen clit while I pounded her ass.

Tori started shaking. “I’m gonna cum… oh fuck, I’m cumming with your cock in my ass!”

Her asshole clenched violently around me as she came, squeezing and pulsing in powerful waves. The pressure was too much. I buried myself as deep as I could go, my balls pressed tight against her dripping pussy, and exploded.

I came hard, pulsing rope after thick rope of cum deep inside her raw ass. The orgasm hit me hard, my hips jerking as I flooded her asshole with everything I had. I kept thrusting through it, grinding deep, pumping every last drop into her until my balls were empty.

When I finally pulled out, her asshole stayed open for a second, red and glistening, before slowly contracting. A thick white trickle of my cum leaked out of her wrecked hole and ran down over her pussy lips. Tori reached back with one hand, spread her cheek, and pushed, forcing more of my load to drip out.

She looked back at me over her shoulder, flushed and satisfied, a wicked smile on her face.

“Mmm… good boy. You really filled Mommy’s friend’s ass up.” She wiggled her hips, making the cum leak even more. “I can feel it sloshing inside me.”

I collapsed beside her, breathing hard, my cock still twitching. Tori rolled onto her side and pulled me close, pressing her cum-filled ass against my spent dick. She kissed me softly, then whispered in my ear.

“Five more nights, baby… and I’m nowhere near done with you.”

I knew I was in Heaven.

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I was twenty years old, and it was summer break, but when Mom opened the door, I knew right away I was in trouble.

Mom’s best friend Tori stepped inside, her arms overloaded with designer luggage, and her massive ass stretching the limits of a white sundress that looked painted on. Tori’s hips moved like she had their own planetary gravity; every step a slow-motion wobble of thick, tanned thigh and ass that put half my porn search history to shame. She wore wedge sandals and red toenails, and she didn’t so much walk as bounce and jiggle.

“Sarah!” she squealed, and dropped her bags to throw her arms around my mom.

The women collided, laughing and squeezing. Mom was beautiful, don’t get me wrong. She did yoga five days a week and never missed a 5K, but next to Tori, she looked like a swim coach next to a Sports Illustrated model. Tori bent at the waist to hug Mom, and I got a slow-motion, hi-def view of her sundress rising up her thighs, the thin cotton straining around an ass that looked like it could crush watermelons. She wiggled her hips and the fabric rode higher, showing the faintest hint of a pink thong.

Mom peeled away from the hug, beaming. “Tori! I can’t believe it’s been so long. Look at you, girl! You look amazing.”

Tori did a little twirl. “Divorce diet, honey. And pilates. Gotta get the merchandise tight for the dating pool.” She winked at me over Mom’s shoulder, and she caught me staring, and grinned. “Noah! Oh my God, is that you? You’re huge!”

My cheeks lit up. “Hey, Tori. Um, let me get those for you.”

She pressed the bag into my arms, squeezing my biceps with both hands. Her fingers dug in like she was testing a steak for doneness. “Damn, baby boy, you hit puberty like a truck.” Her eyes flicked down to my shorts, then back up to my face. “Did you bring friends? Or is all this muscle just for me?”

I mumbled something and tried to adjust myself, which only made her smile wider.

Mom took one of the smaller suitcases. “You remember where the guest room is, right?”

Tori sighed. “I could find it with my eyes closed. God, I missed this place. And you, Sarah. And you, Noah.” She said it in a way that made my name sound like something sticky and forbidden.

I dragged Tori’s bags down the hall and into the guest room, trying to think about literally anything but her ass. She followed, hips swinging like a metronome. The room looked exactly the same as it did when I was sixteen, which, coincidentally, was the last time I’d seen Tori in person. She’d been hot then. Now she was nuclear.

She gave the mattress a test bounce, then sat, knees apart, the dress riding up almost to her hips. She patted the space next to her. “C’mere, Noah. Last time I saw you, you were still a skinny little freshman.”

I laughed awkwardly. “Yeah… that was two years ago. I’m a junior now.”

I sat, careful to keep my hands on my knees. Her perfume hit me again, warm and sweet. Her boobs fought for attention with her ass, jiggling under the low-cut dress every time she laughed. “Sophomore, I think. You made me eat a raw oyster and I puked on the dock.”

Tori chuckled, then leaned in and hugged me, hard. Her boobs squished against my chest; her hands slid around my shoulders, nails lightly scratching. She held me a beat longer than necessary, then whispered, “You turned out so handsome, babe. Watch out, your mom’s friends might try to jump you.”

She released me, sitting back, hands on her knees. Her cleavage was a canyon, the kind of view you couldn’t buy. Her thighs, pressed together, barely left room for the dress.

“Thanks. You look good, too. Better than I remember.”

She pursed her lips. “Aren’t you sweet. Compliment a woman’s ass at my age and you get bonus points.”

I couldn’t tell if she was joking, so I nodded and looked away. She touched my knee.

“I mean it, Noah. Don’t be shy.”

I heard Mom calling from the kitchen. Tori got up, grabbed my arm, and pulled me to my feet. For a moment I was hyper-aware of how close we were, her face inches from mine, breath soft and warm. She smiled, turned, and sashayed down the hall, the bottom of her dress bouncing with every step.

In the kitchen, Mom was making sangria. Tori poured herself a glass and perched on a barstool. Mom started chopping fruit. The two of them launched into a conversation like no time had passed, catching up about their divorces, old friends and something about a disastrous trip to Cabo.

Tori kept catching my eye over the rim of her glass, running her tongue along the edge every time she drank. She made little comments, “Noah, could you grab the ice?” “Noah, you don’t have a girlfriend? That’s criminal.” “Noah, you want a taste?” each line layered with more suggestion than the last.

It was like she knew exactly what she was doing to me, and maybe she did.

An hour later, Tori and Mom were already tipsy. Mom decided it was time to change into bathing suits and hit the pool before dinner. Mom shooed me out of the kitchen so they could change. I tried to go upstairs but, as soon as I hit the landing, I heard them in Mom’s room, giggling and talking about bras and tan lines.

When I got to my room, I waited, scrolling Instagram, trying to calm down. After five minutes, I heard Mom’s voice, “Noah! Come join us!”

I put on my swim trunks, praying they wouldn’t see my hard-on. I went down. Tori was already on the deck, one foot in the pool, her bikini, neon green, high-cut and so small it disappeared between the twin planets of her ass. The top didn’t even try to hide her boobs. She bent over the edge, adjusting a pool float, and the bottoms wedged even deeper between her cheeks.

Mom’s suit was blue and athletic, showing off her runner’s legs and toned arms. She wore sunglasses and looked every bit the suburban goddess.

Tori leaned on the railing. “Noah?” She arched her back so her ass stuck out even more, then slapped her own cheek. “Get over here. Help me with this float.”

She handed me the plastic float. I bent to fix the valve, and she bent with me, our faces inches apart. She let her hair fall forward, brushing my cheek.

Mom cannonballed into the pool, splashing us both. We screamed and laughed. Tori slipped in next, and for a second her ass bobbed just above the waterline, glistening. I was not okay.

We played around, passing a beach ball and daring each other to do handstands. When it was time to sunbathe, Mom spread two towels on the deck, then flopped down to tan. Tori straddled her towel, and laid face-down, kicking her feet in the air.

“Can you get my back, Sarah?” Tori rolled her head to one side, green eyes sparkling at me. “Sunscreen?”

“Of course.” Mom squirted lotion onto Tori’s lower back, then started rubbing it in.

Tori moaned, “Lower, girl. Lower.”

Mom laughed. “You mean your butt? Tori, your butt is basically a continent.”

“That’s genetic. And you know it.” Tori wiggled, causing her cheeks to ripple and the bikini bottom to wedge so deep it was more suggestion than clothing.

I sat nearby, towel over my lap, trying to look anywhere else. But Mom’s hands were gliding over Tori’s glutes, rubbing and kneading like she was working pizza dough. Tori closed her eyes and purred. “Mmm, Sarah, you always had magic hands.”

“Maybe I should be charging you,” Mom teased.

I pretended to scroll my phone, but every so often, Tori would crack an eye open and look straight at me. At one point, she reached back to adjust her bikini, locking eyes and giving the strap a deliberate tug. Her ass jiggled. My balls turned blue.

After a while, Mom went inside to prep dinner. I stayed, just in case Tori needed anything else. She rolled over and propped herself on her elbows. Her bikini top could barely contain her boobs.

She smiled. “You looked like you enjoyed the show, Noah.”

I froze. “Uh, what?”

She cocked her head, hair tumbling over one shoulder. “Don’t be shy. Boys your age are supposed to look. Hell, you think I wore this thing for Sarah?” She winked. “It’s nice to know I still got it.”

I swallowed. “You definitely do.”

She laughed, then got up, stretching so her body arched and her ass stuck out again. “Good answer.” She grabbed her towel, shaking out her hair, and leaned close. Her lips grazed my ear. “If you ever get bored, come find me.”

She walked away, hips swinging like a dare.

*****

Dinner was burgers on the patio. Mom and Tori drank white wine and told embarrassing stories about college. Tori laughed at everything I said, even my dumbest jokes.

After we’d eaten, my cock was already rock hard and I desperately needed to rub one off. I had to decline Mom’s offer of watching a movie together. Although when I got to my bedroom, I couldn’t do it. It was difficult to jerk off while your mom was home.

Later that night when Mom and Tori went to bed, I heard a huge metallic crack from the guest bedroom.

“Tori! Did you just break my bed?” Mom said.

I headed there as well, finding Tori on the broken bed, giggling. “Guess I don’t know my own strength.”

Mom shook her head. “That’s it. You’re sleeping in Noah’s room. He’s got the only bed that can handle you.” She pointed at me. “You’re okay with that, right, honey?”

I nodded. “Uhm, sure.”

Tori giggled, then propped herself on one elbow. “Guess I’m all yours tonight, baby boy.”

Mom left, still chuckling. Tori winked at me, then got up and followed me to my room.

Once inside, she looked around, then sat on the edge of my bed. She patted the mattress. “This one’s much better.”

I stood awkwardly by the door. “Do you, um, need anything? Water? Phone charger?”

She shook her head, then peeled off her dress. She wore nothing but the pink thong and her bikini top, which she unclipped and dropped onto my desk. Her boobs tumbled free, heavy and perfect.

My jaw dropped as I couldn’t look away from her bell-shaped breasts. “Come on, you’ve seen boobs before,” she said with a grin. She reached for her bag, pulled out a silky nightie, and slid it over her head. It covered almost nothing, the hem barely reaching the tops of her thighs, the fabric so sheer I could see her nipples and the outline of her thong.

She sat back on the bed and crossed her legs, the nightie riding up. She looked at me, eyes shining. “Undress and join me, Noah. Don’t make me sleep alone.”

I turned around, taking off all my clothes except for my underwear. I also made sure to suck the cock into the waistband, even if the bulge was clearly outlined. “Come on, let’s spoon.”

I hopped into the bed, and she wiggled her ass closer to my crotch, and pressed her body against mine. “God, it feels so nice to cuddle again. Men my age are such duds.”

I swallowed, not sure if I should put my arm around her or keep my hands to myself.

Tori fixed that by grabbing my hand and planting it firmly on her thigh. She squeezed my fingers, then guided my hand up, over the curve of her ass, until my palm rested on her bare cheek.

She shifted, grinding her butt against my lap. I went instantly, painfully hard. Tori noticed and pressed harder.

She whispered, “You like my ass, don’t you?”

“Yeah, it’s quite nice.”

She laughed softly. “It’s okay, baby. I always knew you stared at it.” She scooted back so my dick was wedged between her cheeks. She wiggled. “See what happens when you’re honest with me?”

I groaned.

She reached back and slid her hand up my leg, fingers finding my waistband. “Want to be bad tonight, Noah? Or do you want me to go back to the busted bed?”

I tried to answer, but she’d already pulled my shorts down, freeing me. Her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it slowly and deliberately.

She guided my hand to her ass, making me squeeze and knead, pushing my fingers into the softest, thickest flesh I’d ever touched.

She leaned close. “You ever fuck a woman like me before?”

I shook my head.

She smiled. “Good. I want you to remember this forever.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. “What about Mom?”

“She sleeps like a log.” She slipped the nightie off, and then her thong. She got on all fours, ass up, and looked back over her shoulder. “Come on, sweetie. Get what you’ve been staring at.”

I moved behind her, barely believing any of it. Her ass was a miracle. Round, tight, but soft as a pillow. I groped it, spreading her cheeks, burying my face in the crack. She moaned, then looked back. “You eat pussy, babe? Show me.”

I did as told, licking her slowly at first, then deeper. Her ass cheeks smothered my face, and she kept pushing back, grinding. She was wet and tasted like sweat and sunscreen and something wild.

She said, “Spank me. Hard.” I did, the smack echoing off the walls, leaving a red print. She moaned louder, shaking her ass. “Again.”

I did it, over and over, feeling her shudder.

Finally she reached back, grabbed my cock, and guided it into her.

The moment I pushed inside her, Tori let out a low, throaty moan. “Mmm… that’s it, baby. Nice and slow at first.”

I was shaking. Her pussy was incredibly hot and wet, but it was the sight of her massive ass right in front of me that made my brain short-circuit. I gripped her wide hips gently, almost afraid to squeeze too hard, and started thrusting, slow, careful strokes, watching in disbelief as her enormous cheeks rippled softly with every movement.

Tori pushed back against me, taking me deeper. “You can hold tighter,” she whispered, looking back over her shoulder with a wicked smile. “I know you’ve been dreaming about this ass for years. Don’t be shy now.”

I tightened my grip, my fingers sinking into the soft, thick flesh of her ass. The feeling was unreal, so full and heavy. I started fucking her a little harder, mesmerized by the way her huge booty jiggled and bounced every time my hips met her.

“Fuck… Tori… your ass is so big,” I said in awe.

She moaned louder and pushed back, meeting my thrusts. “You like it? Tell me how much you love Mommy’s friend’s fat ass.”

“I love it,” I groaned, completely lost in the sight. “It’s… perfect.”

Tori reached back and spread one of her cheeks, giving me an even better view as I slid in and out of her. I was breathing hard, trying not to cum too quickly from how overwhelming it felt.

She pulled off me suddenly and turned around, pushing me onto my back. “My turn to ride you. I want you to watch.”

She climbed on top in reverse cowgirl, facing away from me. I stared, heart pounding, as she reached back, spread her massive ass, and slowly sank down onto my cock. The sight of her thick cheeks swallowing every inch of me was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

“Oh my god…” I whispered, completely stunned.

Tori started riding me, rolling her hips in deep, sensual circles at first, then bouncing harder. Her enormous ass clapped loudly against my thighs with every movement, the soft flesh rippling and jiggling hypnotically. I couldn’t stop staring. It was better than every fantasy I’d ever had.

She lifted all the way so only the tip was in her pussy then came crashing down, pussy against my groin. My eyes rolled to the back of the skull as she kept going, every crash and lift pushing me closer to heaven.

She looked back at me, biting her lip. “You like watching my big ass bounce on you, baby?”

I could barely speak. “Yes… fuck, Tori… it’s so huge.”

She smiled and started riding me faster, slamming her heavy ass down onto me again and again. The wet sounds of her pussy and the loud clapping of her cheeks filled the room. I grabbed her hips instinctively, feeling them move under my hands as she worked herself on my cock.

Tori moaned, reaching back to spread herself again so I could see everything. “That’s it, Noah. Enjoy it. This ass is all yours tonight.”

I was in heaven. The sight of her massive, jiggling ass bouncing on me was almost too much. My hands roamed over her soft cheeks, squeezing and kneading them as she rode me harder. She leaned forward, giving me the perfect view as she twerked on my cock, her huge ass rippling wildly.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Tori… I’m gonna cum…”

“That’s what I’m here for,” she moaned, bouncing faster. “Fill me up, baby.”

With a desperate groan, I thrust up into her and came hard, pulsing deep inside her as my orgasm crashed through me. Tori kept riding me through it, milking every drop until I was completely spent.

She finally slowed down, still sitting on my cock, her massive ass resting against my lap. She looked back at me with a satisfied, teasing smile.

Then she came off me, my cock landing with a smack against my waist, her pussy gaping open, leaking cum and juice.

We lay there, panting, her hand stroking my hair. After a while, she whispered, “Can you keep a secret?”

I nodded.

She grinned. “Good. Because I’m staying for the whole week. And that was just night one.”

I drifted off with her body wrapped around me, wondering how I’d survive six more nights.

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I was twenty years old, and it was summer break, but when Mom opened the door, I knew right away I was in trouble.

Mom’s best friend Tori stepped inside, her arms overloaded with designer luggage, and her massive ass stretching the limits of a white sundress that looked painted on. Tori’s hips moved like she had their own planetary gravity; every step a slow-motion wobble of thick, tanned thigh and ass that put half my porn search history to shame. She wore wedge sandals and red toenails, and she didn’t so much walk as bounce and jiggle.

“Sarah!” she squealed, and dropped her bags to throw her arms around my mom.

The women collided, laughing and squeezing. Mom was beautiful, don’t get me wrong. She did yoga five days a week and never missed a 5K, but next to Tori, she looked like a swim coach next to a Sports Illustrated model. Tori bent at the waist to hug Mom, and I got a slow-motion, hi-def view of her sundress rising up her thighs, the thin cotton straining around an ass that looked like it could crush watermelons. She wiggled her hips and the fabric rode higher, showing the faintest hint of a pink thong.

Mom peeled away from the hug, beaming. “Tori! I can’t believe it’s been so long. Look at you, girl! You look amazing.”

Tori did a little twirl. “Divorce diet, honey. And pilates. Gotta get the merchandise tight for the dating pool.” She winked at me over Mom’s shoulder, and she caught me staring, and grinned. “Noah! Oh my God, is that you? You’re huge!”

My cheeks lit up. “Hey, Tori. Um, let me get those for you.”

She pressed the bag into my arms, squeezing my biceps with both hands. Her fingers dug in like she was testing a steak for doneness. “Damn, baby boy, you hit puberty like a truck.” Her eyes flicked down to my shorts, then back up to my face. “Did you bring friends? Or is all this muscle just for me?”

I mumbled something and tried to adjust myself, which only made her smile wider.

Mom took one of the smaller suitcases. “You remember where the guest room is, right?”

Tori sighed. “I could find it with my eyes closed. God, I missed this place. And you, Sarah. And you, Noah.” She said it in a way that made my name sound like something sticky and forbidden.

I dragged Tori’s bags down the hall and into the guest room, trying to think about literally anything but her ass. She followed, hips swinging like a metronome. The room looked exactly the same as it did when I was sixteen, which, coincidentally, was the last time I’d seen Tori in person. She’d been hot then. Now she was nuclear.

She gave the mattress a test bounce, then sat, knees apart, the dress riding up almost to her hips. She patted the space next to her. “C’mere, Noah. Last time I saw you, you were still a skinny little freshman.”

I laughed awkwardly. “Yeah… that was two years ago. I’m a junior now.”

I sat, careful to keep my hands on my knees. Her perfume hit me again, warm and sweet. Her boobs fought for attention with her ass, jiggling under the low-cut dress every time she laughed. “Sophomore, I think. You made me eat a raw oyster and I puked on the dock.”

Tori chuckled, then leaned in and hugged me, hard. Her boobs squished against my chest; her hands slid around my shoulders, nails lightly scratching. She held me a beat longer than necessary, then whispered, “You turned out so handsome, babe. Watch out, your mom’s friends might try to jump you.”

She released me, sitting back, hands on her knees. Her cleavage was a canyon, the kind of view you couldn’t buy. Her thighs, pressed together, barely left room for the dress.

“Thanks. You look good, too. Better than I remember.”

She pursed her lips. “Aren’t you sweet. Compliment a woman’s ass at my age and you get bonus points.”

I couldn’t tell if she was joking, so I nodded and looked away. She touched my knee.

“I mean it, Noah. Don’t be shy.”

I heard Mom calling from the kitchen. Tori got up, grabbed my arm, and pulled me to my feet. For a moment I was hyper-aware of how close we were, her face inches from mine, breath soft and warm. She smiled, turned, and sashayed down the hall, the bottom of her dress bouncing with every step.

In the kitchen, Mom was making sangria. Tori poured herself a glass and perched on a barstool. Mom started chopping fruit. The two of them launched into a conversation like no time had passed, catching up about their divorces, old friends and something about a disastrous trip to Cabo.

Tori kept catching my eye over the rim of her glass, running her tongue along the edge every time she drank. She made little comments, “Noah, could you grab the ice?” “Noah, you don’t have a girlfriend? That’s criminal.” “Noah, you want a taste?” each line layered with more suggestion than the last.

It was like she knew exactly what she was doing to me, and maybe she did.

An hour later, Tori and Mom were already tipsy. Mom decided it was time to change into bathing suits and hit the pool before dinner. Mom shooed me out of the kitchen so they could change. I tried to go upstairs but, as soon as I hit the landing, I heard them in Mom’s room, giggling and talking about bras and tan lines.

When I got to my room, I waited, scrolling Instagram, trying to calm down. After five minutes, I heard Mom’s voice, “Noah! Come join us!”

I put on my swim trunks, praying they wouldn’t see my hard-on. I went down. Tori was already on the deck, one foot in the pool, her bikini, neon green, high-cut and so small it disappeared between the twin planets of her ass. The top didn’t even try to hide her boobs. She bent over the edge, adjusting a pool float, and the bottoms wedged even deeper between her cheeks.

Mom’s suit was blue and athletic, showing off her runner’s legs and toned arms. She wore sunglasses and looked every bit the suburban goddess.

Tori leaned on the railing. “Noah?” She arched her back so her ass stuck out even more, then slapped her own cheek. “Get over here. Help me with this float.”

She handed me the plastic float. I bent to fix the valve, and she bent with me, our faces inches apart. She let her hair fall forward, brushing my cheek.

Mom cannonballed into the pool, splashing us both. We screamed and laughed. Tori slipped in next, and for a second her ass bobbed just above the waterline, glistening. I was not okay.

We played around, passing a beach ball and daring each other to do handstands. When it was time to sunbathe, Mom spread two towels on the deck, then flopped down to tan. Tori straddled her towel, and laid face-down, kicking her feet in the air.

“Can you get my back, Sarah?” Tori rolled her head to one side, green eyes sparkling at me. “Sunscreen?”

“Of course.” Mom squirted lotion onto Tori’s lower back, then started rubbing it in.

Tori moaned, “Lower, girl. Lower.”

Mom laughed. “You mean your butt? Tori, your butt is basically a continent.”

“That’s genetic. And you know it.” Tori wiggled, causing her cheeks to ripple and the bikini bottom to wedge so deep it was more suggestion than clothing.

I sat nearby, towel over my lap, trying to look anywhere else. But Mom’s hands were gliding over Tori’s glutes, rubbing and kneading like she was working pizza dough. Tori closed her eyes and purred. “Mmm, Sarah, you always had magic hands.”

“Maybe I should be charging you,” Mom teased.

I pretended to scroll my phone, but every so often, Tori would crack an eye open and look straight at me. At one point, she reached back to adjust her bikini, locking eyes and giving the strap a deliberate tug. Her ass jiggled. My balls turned blue.

After a while, Mom went inside to prep dinner. I stayed, just in case Tori needed anything else. She rolled over and propped herself on her elbows. Her bikini top could barely contain her boobs.

She smiled. “You looked like you enjoyed the show, Noah.”

I froze. “Uh, what?”

She cocked her head, hair tumbling over one shoulder. “Don’t be shy. Boys your age are supposed to look. Hell, you think I wore this thing for Sarah?” She winked. “It’s nice to know I still got it.”

I swallowed. “You definitely do.”

She laughed, then got up, stretching so her body arched and her ass stuck out again. “Good answer.” She grabbed her towel, shaking out her hair, and leaned close. Her lips grazed my ear. “If you ever get bored, come find me.”

She walked away, hips swinging like a dare.

*****

Dinner was burgers on the patio. Mom and Tori drank white wine and told embarrassing stories about college. Tori laughed at everything I said, even my dumbest jokes.

After we’d eaten, my cock was already rock hard and I desperately needed to rub one off. I had to decline Mom’s offer of watching a movie together. Although when I got to my bedroom, I couldn’t do it. It was difficult to jerk off while your mom was home.

Later that night when Mom and Tori went to bed, I heard a huge metallic crack from the guest bedroom.

“Tori! Did you just break my bed?” Mom said.

I headed there as well, finding Tori on the broken bed, giggling. “Guess I don’t know my own strength.”

Mom shook her head. “That’s it. You’re sleeping in Noah’s room. He’s got the only bed that can handle you.” She pointed at me. “You’re okay with that, right, honey?”

I nodded. “Uhm, sure.”

Tori giggled, then propped herself on one elbow. “Guess I’m all yours tonight, baby boy.”

Mom left, still chuckling. Tori winked at me, then got up and followed me to my room.

Once inside, she looked around, then sat on the edge of my bed. She patted the mattress. “This one’s much better.”

I stood awkwardly by the door. “Do you, um, need anything? Water? Phone charger?”

She shook her head, then peeled off her dress. She wore nothing but the pink thong and her bikini top, which she unclipped and dropped onto my desk. Her boobs tumbled free, heavy and perfect.

My jaw dropped as I couldn’t look away from her bell-shaped breasts. “Come on, you’ve seen boobs before,” she said with a grin. She reached for her bag, pulled out a silky nightie, and slid it over her head. It covered almost nothing, the hem barely reaching the tops of her thighs, the fabric so sheer I could see her nipples and the outline of her thong.

She sat back on the bed and crossed her legs, the nightie riding up. She looked at me, eyes shining. “Undress and join me, Noah. Don’t make me sleep alone.”

I turned around, taking off all my clothes except for my underwear. I also made sure to suck the cock into the waistband, even if the bulge was clearly outlined. “Come on, let’s spoon.”

I hopped into the bed, and she wiggled her ass closer to my crotch, and pressed her body against mine. “God, it feels so nice to cuddle again. Men my age are such duds.”

I swallowed, not sure if I should put my arm around her or keep my hands to myself.

Tori fixed that by grabbing my hand and planting it firmly on her thigh. She squeezed my fingers, then guided my hand up, over the curve of her ass, until my palm rested on her bare cheek.

She shifted, grinding her butt against my lap. I went instantly, painfully hard. Tori noticed and pressed harder.

She whispered, “You like my ass, don’t you?”

“Yeah, it’s quite nice.”

She laughed softly. “It’s okay, baby. I always knew you stared at it.” She scooted back so my dick was wedged between her cheeks. She wiggled. “See what happens when you’re honest with me?”

I groaned.

She reached back and slid her hand up my leg, fingers finding my waistband. “Want to be bad tonight, Noah? Or do you want me to go back to the busted bed?”

I tried to answer, but she’d already pulled my shorts down, freeing me. Her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it slowly and deliberately.

She guided my hand to her ass, making me squeeze and knead, pushing my fingers into the softest, thickest flesh I’d ever touched.

She leaned close. “You ever fuck a woman like me before?”

I shook my head.

She smiled. “Good. I want you to remember this forever.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. “What about Mom?”

“She sleeps like a log.” She slipped the nightie off, and then her thong. She got on all fours, ass up, and looked back over her shoulder. “Come on, sweetie. Get what you’ve been staring at.”

I moved behind her, barely believing any of it. Her ass was a miracle. Round, tight, but soft as a pillow. I groped it, spreading her cheeks, burying my face in the crack. She moaned, then looked back. “You eat pussy, babe? Show me.”

I did as told, licking her slowly at first, then deeper. Her ass cheeks smothered my face, and she kept pushing back, grinding. She was wet and tasted like sweat and sunscreen and something wild.

She said, “Spank me. Hard.” I did, the smack echoing off the walls, leaving a red print. She moaned louder, shaking her ass. “Again.”

I did it, over and over, feeling her shudder.

Finally she reached back, grabbed my cock, and guided it into her.

The moment I pushed inside her, Tori let out a low, throaty moan. “Mmm… that’s it, baby. Nice and slow at first.”

I was shaking. Her pussy was incredibly hot and wet, but it was the sight of her massive ass right in front of me that made my brain short-circuit. I gripped her wide hips gently, almost afraid to squeeze too hard, and started thrusting, slow, careful strokes, watching in disbelief as her enormous cheeks rippled softly with every movement.

Tori pushed back against me, taking me deeper. “You can hold tighter,” she whispered, looking back over her shoulder with a wicked smile. “I know you’ve been dreaming about this ass for years. Don’t be shy now.”

I tightened my grip, my fingers sinking into the soft, thick flesh of her ass. The feeling was unreal, so full and heavy. I started fucking her a little harder, mesmerized by the way her huge booty jiggled and bounced every time my hips met her.

“Fuck… Tori… your ass is so big,” I said in awe.

She moaned louder and pushed back, meeting my thrusts. “You like it? Tell me how much you love Mommy’s friend’s fat ass.”

“I love it,” I groaned, completely lost in the sight. “It’s… perfect.”

Tori reached back and spread one of her cheeks, giving me an even better view as I slid in and out of her. I was breathing hard, trying not to cum too quickly from how overwhelming it felt.

She pulled off me suddenly and turned around, pushing me onto my back. “My turn to ride you. I want you to watch.”

She climbed on top in reverse cowgirl, facing away from me. I stared, heart pounding, as she reached back, spread her massive ass, and slowly sank down onto my cock. The sight of her thick cheeks swallowing every inch of me was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

“Oh my god…” I whispered, completely stunned.

Tori started riding me, rolling her hips in deep, sensual circles at first, then bouncing harder. Her enormous ass clapped loudly against my thighs with every movement, the soft flesh rippling and jiggling hypnotically. I couldn’t stop staring. It was better than every fantasy I’d ever had.

She lifted all the way so only the tip was in her pussy then came crashing down, pussy against my groin. My eyes rolled to the back of the skull as she kept going, every crash and lift pushing me closer to heaven.

She looked back at me, biting her lip. “You like watching my big ass bounce on you, baby?”

I could barely speak. “Yes… fuck, Tori… it’s so huge.”

She smiled and started riding me faster, slamming her heavy ass down onto me again and again. The wet sounds of her pussy and the loud clapping of her cheeks filled the room. I grabbed her hips instinctively, feeling them move under my hands as she worked herself on my cock.

Tori moaned, reaching back to spread herself again so I could see everything. “That’s it, Noah. Enjoy it. This ass is all yours tonight.”

I was in heaven. The sight of her massive, jiggling ass bouncing on me was almost too much. My hands roamed over her soft cheeks, squeezing and kneading them as she rode me harder. She leaned forward, giving me the perfect view as she twerked on my cock, her huge ass rippling wildly.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Tori… I’m gonna cum…”

“That’s what I’m here for,” she moaned, bouncing faster. “Fill me up, baby.”

With a desperate groan, I thrust up into her and came hard, pulsing deep inside her as my orgasm crashed through me. Tori kept riding me through it, milking every drop until I was completely spent.

She finally slowed down, still sitting on my cock, her massive ass resting against my lap. She looked back at me with a satisfied, teasing smile.

Then she came off me, my cock landing with a smack against my waist, her pussy gaping open, leaking cum and juice.

We lay there, panting, her hand stroking my hair. After a while, she whispered, “Can you keep a secret?”

I nodded.

She grinned. “Good. Because I’m staying for the whole week. And that was just night one.”

I drifted off with her body wrapped around me, wondering how I’d survive six more nights.

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Emma texted at noon, Hey baby, can you help my mom with her furniture? She’s panicking about the movers fucking up her wood floors. I told her you’re super strong and careful. I’ll buy you pizza after xoxo.

I’d been dating Emma for almost a year. She was three months older than me, 21, a true sweetheart. Her mom, though, was a different beast. Vanessa Rivera, age 43, newly single after a drama nuke of a divorce, full-time real estate agent and, as Emma never stopped reminding me, owner of “the most intimidating ass in the western hemisphere.”

It wasn’t an exaggeration. The first time I met Vanessa, I walked straight into a door frame because I was so distracted by the way her yoga pants hugged her hips. She’d laughed and called me cute, and that was basically my brand around her ever since: cute, harmless and easy to tease.

I drove ten minutes to the tidy little condo complex she’d moved into, and tried to will my cock to sleep. No luck.

Vanessa opened the door wearing grey leggings so tight they looked shrink-wrapped. Her tank top was the kind you only see in gym selfies: cropped above the navel, neck cut like a scoop, black and paper-thin, with a sports bra underneath that probably used to be white. It barely contained her chest, which was, if possible, almost as attention-stealing as her ass.

“Alex!” She squealed it, like I was a surprise birthday present. “You’re a lifesaver. I literally could not survive moving without you.”

I couldn’t talk for a second, distracted by how the sunlight pouring through the window basically traced the outline of her body. Her hair was down, dark brown, and even though she was sweating a little already, she looked… good. Emma was gorgeous, but Vanessa was something different. Like every time she grinned at me, I felt a stupid urge to stand up straight and be on my best behavior.

“Of course,” I said, smiling extra politely. “What do you need moved?”

She gave me a full-body hug, pressing her chest into me, and immediately started talking while leading me inside by the wrist. “First, my couch is blocking the patio door and I can’t get it to budge. Second, the bookshelf has to go over there,” she pointed with her entire arm, “but the bottom shelf is broken, so it wobbles. And I have like eight boxes of cookbooks and office junk in the guest room. Is that okay? Am I working you too hard?”

“No, this is great, I mean, it’s fine,” I said, trying not to stare at the way her ass swayed side-to-side as she walked. The leggings, up close, had a seam right up the middle, disappearing between her cheeks. I wondered, for an instant, if she’d ever worn underwear in her life.

She turned around and caught me looking. Not, like, an accidental glance. Full eye contact, plus a smirk. “You’re taller every time I see you,” she said, reaching up to pat my shoulder. “And bigger, too. Are you eating your spinach?”

“Uh, steaks, mostly.” I flexed my arm, dumb as hell, and she actually squeezed my bicep with both hands.

“Wow, look at you! Emma’s right, you’re a whole man now. Okay, let’s put those muscles to work.”

We spent the next hour sweating and cursing as we shuffled furniture from one side of the condo to the other. The couch was heavy and ugly and old enough to have a personality. It barely fit through the patio door, and every time we lifted together, Vanessa would press herself against the armrest and grunt, “Almost there, just a little more, you got it, baby!” Her voice inched up in pitch with every push.

She bent over constantly, picking up throw pillows, tape rolls, even a lost pen. Each time, her ass pointed directly at me, and she made no effort to hide it.

Once, while we were maneuvering a heavy box onto the bookshelf, she shoved her hips back into me as leverage and said, “Careful, my big butt keeps getting in the way.” Then she giggled, which made her butt jiggle, which made my cock get harder, which made me want to run into the hallway and jerk off.

She handed me a bottle of water, watched me gulp it down, and then said, “Can I ask a huge favor?”

I wiped my mouth and nodded, hoping she didn’t notice the sweat running down my back. “Anything.”

She twisted her torso, stretching her spine, and made a face. “I did something stupid at the gym. Pulled my lower back, maybe my butt. Can you rub some of this on it? It’s like Biofreeze, but it needs to go under my waistband.” She held up a bottle of mint-green goop, and gave me a look like it was the world’s most normal request.

I said, “Uh, okay,” which is all I could say, because my brain was stuck on under my waistband.

She turned, braced her hands on the kitchen counter, and peeled her leggings down to just above mid-thigh. I’d never seen so much ass in my life. It was perfect, like it had been engineered in a lab: round, dimpled, caramel skin and wide enough that both my hands wouldn’t even make a dent. There was a flash of a black thong, wedged deep in the crack. She bent her knees, which somehow made it even bigger.

“Just right here, sweetheart,” she said, tapping the top of her butt, just above the thong.

I squirted the gel into my hand, trying not to breathe too loud, and started rubbing it in circles. Her skin was hot and soft, and she made a low, “mmm” sound every few seconds. “A little lower,” she said, “right on the cheek, yeah, just like that. Oh, baby, you have strong hands.” She flexed her hips and pushed herself up into my palm.

I kept rubbing, and she kept making those little noises, and I started to get lightheaded, because there was no way she didn’t notice my boner. It was pushing so hard against my shorts it probably left an imprint on her counter.

“You’re so polite,” she said, glancing over her shoulder. “Emma told me you’re not used to big girls.”

I blurted, “I think you look amazing,” and instantly regretted it.

She laughed. “Good answer. It’s true, you know. I used to be embarrassed of it, but now I love how much I fill out leggings.”

I moved my hands a little lower, over the curve of her right cheek. Her skin quivered. “Is this good?” I asked.

She straightened, pulling me closer by the wrist. Her ass pressed into my crotch, my hands still glued to her cheeks. “You can squeeze harder, baby. It’s just you and me. I won’t tell.”

So I squeezed, a little, then a lot. She groaned, louder. She reached back, grabbed my hand, and dragged it down the whole slope of her ass.

“I pulled it bad,” she said, “do you mind going even lower?” Then she just peeled her leggings all the way to her knees, thong and all, her ass totally naked. I blinked, wondering whether I was dreaming or not. I could barely remember my own name.

I knelt down, running both hands over her, and started massaging with my thumbs. Her hips rocked back and forth, and she kept making these sounds that could have been pain or pleasure, or both.

She turned her head to look at me, her green eyes gleaming. “Alex,” she said, “I need to tell you something, but you have to promise not to get mad.”

I was so out of it, I said, “I promise.”

She grinned. “I think about you all the time. Like, too much. Emma said you were off limits, but, god, sometimes I wish she would just dump you so I could have you for myself.”

I stopped kneading for a second, and she pushed her hips harder against my hands. “You don’t have to say anything, baby,” she said. “But if you want to keep touching, I want you to. Really want you to.”

I squeezed both cheeks, spreading them a little, just to see how she’d react. She moaned, then wiggled her ass right up into my face.

“If I turn around,” she said, “are you going to kiss me, or are you going to run away?”

I didn’t even think about it. I stood up, and she turned, and I kissed her. She tasted like mint gum and peach. She grabbed my head with both hands, like she was starving for it.

We broke apart, both breathing hard.

“I’m sorry,” I said, but I didn’t mean it.

She smiled, wiped her thumb over my lower lip. “Don’t be. Now, who caused your erection?”

“You obviously,” I said as it started getting heated.

“Want me to take care of it?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.

“Badly … but what about Emma?”

“She doesn’t have to find out,” she said naughtily.

That was all it took. My last shred of resistance snapped.

Breaking out in a grin, Vanessa took my hand and led me down the hallway to her bedroom, her massive ass swaying hypnotically with every step, still glistening from the lotion. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, she turned and kissed me again. Her tongue slid into my mouth as she pressed her thick body against me.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered against my lips. “You have no idea how many times I’ve touched myself thinking about you.”

She pulled her tank top off, then her sports bra, letting her heavy bell-shaped breasts spill free. But I couldn’t stop staring at her ass. Vanessa smirked, hooked her thumbs into her leggings, and slowly peeled them down, stepping out until she was completely naked.

“Get on the bed,” she ordered softly. “On your back first … I got a surprise for you.”

I obeyed. She climbed on top of me in reverse cowgirl, facing away, and reached back to grab my painfully hard cock. She rubbed the thick head along her soaked pussy lips, teasing herself.

“Emma’s never going to fuck you like this,” she murmured. “Her little ass could never compare to Mommy’s.”

She was damn right about that one. Then she sank down.

I groaned loudly as her tight, wet heat swallowed every inch of me. Her massive ass spread wide across my hips, the soft, heavy cheeks completely covering my lap. The sight was obscene, my cock disappearing between those two perfect, lotion-slick globes. She started riding me slowly, rolling her hips in deep circles, making her ass ripple and jiggle.

“Fuck… Vanessa…” I grabbed two handfuls of her cheeks, squeezing hard.

She moaned and picked up speed, bouncing on my cock. The wet slapping sounds of her thick cheeks hitting my thighs filled the room. I spanked her, watching the flesh ripple beautifully with every strike.

“Yes, baby! Spank me,” she gasped, riding me faster. “It’s all yours.”

I couldn’t hold back. I thrust up into her, meeting every bounce, burying myself as deep as possible. Her pussy was incredibly tight and soaking wet. The taboo of fucking my girlfriend’s mother while she rode me in reverse cowgirl made everything feel ten times more intense. But the technique was so good. She lifted her big butt upward in a slow, controlled motion. Her thick cheeks rose high, almost letting my cock slip out, the lotion making her skin shine as her full moon hovered teasingly above me. For a second she held herself there, letting the head of my cock kiss her entrance…

Then she crashed back down. The impact was loud and powerful: her huge, heavy ass slammed against my hips with a wet clap, sending violent ripples across both cheeks. The force drove my cock balls-deep inside her in one sudden stroke. She moaned loudly and repeated the motion: lifting slowly and sensually, making her ass look even bigger as it rose, then dropping her full weight down hard, crashing her massive cheeks against me again and again.

Lift… hold… crash.

The sound of her thick butt cheeks slapping against my body filled the room. Every crash made her cheeks ripple for seconds afterward, the lotion causing them to glisten and shake even more dramatically.

“Fuck, look at that ass,” I groaned, grabbing two big handfuls.

“Wanna fuck it?”

“Oh, yeah.”

After a few minutes, Vanessa lifted off me, her pussy leaving my cock glistening with her juices.

“On your knees,” she said, getting on all fours. “Fuck me like you’ve always wanted to.”

She went on all fours like a pro, face down, ass up. I positioned myself behind her soaked pussy and slammed back inside in one hard thrust. Doggy style was even better. Her enormous ass rippled violently with every deep stroke. I gripped her wide hips and fucked her harder, watching my cock disappear between those wonderful cheeks again and again.

“Harder, Alex,” she moaned.

I spanked her repeatedly, turning her caramel skin bright red. The sound of my hips slapping against her huge ass mixed with her shameless moans. I reached forward, grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back as I railed her.

“You’re so much bigger than I imagined,” she panted.

That dirty talk broke me. I fucked her like an animal , deep, rough, and relentless. Her big ass bounced and jiggled wildly with every thrust. I could feel my orgasm building fast.

I gripped her wide hips tighter and started pounding her with long, brutal strokes. Each thrust made her enormous ass ripple like waves on water. I watched in awe as my cock disappeared completely between her massive, lotion-slick globes, only to reappear shiny with her cream.

“Fuck, Vanessa… your ass is unreal,” I groaned, slapping her hard on both cheeks. The red handprints bloomed beautifully across her caramel skin. Every spank made her pussy clench tighter around me.

“Yes!” she cried, pushing back against me like a whore in heat. “Harder, baby! Ruin your girlfriend’s mother!”

I lost all control. I railed her with everything I had, slamming into her soaked pussy so hard the bed creaked violently. Her huge cheeks jiggled and clapped obscenely with every savage thrust.

The taboo of fucking Emma’s mom raw in her own bed while she begged for my cock pushed me over the edge. My balls tightened, and the pressure became unbearable.

“I’m so fucking close,” I growled through gritted teeth.

“Fill me up baby!” Vanessa moaned desperately, slamming her full moon back against me.

With a deep, guttural groan, I buried myself as deep as possible. My cock pulsed violently as thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted inside her. I kept thrusting through my orgasm, pumping rope after heavy rope of hot cum deep into her womb. The sensation was overwhelming: her tight pussy milking me while her big red ass pressed firmly against my hips.

Vanessa came right after me, her walls spasming wildly around my cock as she cried out in pleasure. Her whole body shook, her well-endowed ass quivering and clenching as she took every last drop.

I stayed buried inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, my hands still gripping her soft cheeks. When I finally pulled out, a thick stream of my cum leaked from her well-fucked pussy and ran down her trembling thighs

We collapsed on the mattress, her under me, both panting.

After a minute, she rolled onto her back, her thighs still trembling. “You’re incredible,” she said, stroking my face. “I mean, really. I should have invited you over months ago.”

I started to feel guilty, but she read my mind. “What about Emma?”

“Don’t worry about Emma,” she said, kissing me gently. “This is just between us. She doesn’t have to know. Unless you want her to.”

I shook my head, but I was already picturing next time.

Vanessa licked my neck, then whispered, “You’re welcome here any day, Alex. And if you ever want to worship this ass again, all you have to do is ask.”

I nodded, speechless, and she smiled.

I left her place smelling like sweat and mint and a little bit of shame, but mostly, I just wanted her again.

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Emma texted at noon, Hey baby, can you help my mom with her furniture? She’s panicking about the movers fucking up her wood floors. I told her you’re super strong and careful. I’ll buy you pizza after xoxo.

I’d been dating Emma for almost a year. She was three months older than me, a true sweetheart. Her mom, though, was a different beast. Vanessa Rivera, age 43, newly single after a drama nuke of a divorce, full-time real estate agent and, as Emma never stopped reminding me, owner of “the most intimidating ass in the western hemisphere.”

It wasn’t an exaggeration. The first time I met Vanessa, I walked straight into a door frame because I was so distracted by the way her yoga pants hugged her hips. She’d laughed and called me cute, and that was basically my brand around her ever since: cute, harmless and easy to tease.

I drove ten minutes to the tidy little condo complex she’d moved into, and tried to will my cock to sleep. No luck.

Vanessa opened the door wearing grey leggings so tight they looked shrink-wrapped. Her tank top was the kind you only see in gym selfies: cropped above the navel, neck cut like a scoop, black and paper-thin, with a sports bra underneath that probably used to be white. It barely contained her chest, which was, if possible, almost as attention-stealing as her ass.

“Alex!” She squealed it, like I was a surprise birthday present. “You’re a lifesaver. I literally could not survive moving without you.”

I couldn’t talk for a second, distracted by how the sunlight pouring through the window basically traced the outline of her body. Her hair was down, dark brown, and even though she was sweating a little already, she looked… good. Emma was gorgeous, but Vanessa was something different. Like every time she grinned at me, I felt a stupid urge to stand up straight and be on my best behavior.

“Of course,” I said, smiling extra politely. “What do you need moved?”

She gave me a full-body hug, pressing her chest into me, and immediately started talking while leading me inside by the wrist. “First, my couch is blocking the patio door and I can’t get it to budge. Second, the bookshelf has to go over there,” she pointed with her entire arm, “but the bottom shelf is broken, so it wobbles. And I have like eight boxes of cookbooks and office junk in the guest room. Is that okay? Am I working you too hard?”

“No, this is great, I mean, it’s fine,” I said, trying not to stare at the way her ass swayed side-to-side as she walked. The leggings, up close, had a seam right up the middle, disappearing between her cheeks. I wondered, for an instant, if she’d ever worn underwear in her life.

She turned around and caught me looking. Not, like, an accidental glance. Full eye contact, plus a smirk. “You’re taller every time I see you,” she said, reaching up to pat my shoulder. “And bigger, too. Are you eating your spinach?”

“Uh, steaks, mostly.” I flexed my arm, dumb as hell, and she actually squeezed my bicep with both hands.

“Wow, look at you! Emma’s right, you’re a whole man now. Okay, let’s put those muscles to work.”

We spent the next hour sweating and cursing as we shuffled furniture from one side of the condo to the other. The couch was heavy and ugly and old enough to have a personality. It barely fit through the patio door, and every time we lifted together, Vanessa would press herself against the armrest and grunt, “Almost there, just a little more, you got it, baby!” Her voice inched up in pitch with every push.

She bent over constantly, picking up throw pillows, tape rolls, even a lost pen. Each time, her ass pointed directly at me, and she made no effort to hide it.

Once, while we were maneuvering a heavy box onto the bookshelf, she shoved her hips back into me as leverage and said, “Careful, my big butt keeps getting in the way.” Then she giggled, which made her butt jiggle, which made my cock get harder, which made me want to run into the hallway and jerk off.

She handed me a bottle of water, watched me gulp it down, and then said, “Can I ask a huge favor?”

I wiped my mouth and nodded, hoping she didn’t notice the sweat running down my back. “Anything.”

She twisted her torso, stretching her spine, and made a face. “I did something stupid at the gym. Pulled my lower back, maybe my butt. Can you rub some of this on it? It’s like Biofreeze, but it needs to go under my waistband.” She held up a bottle of mint-green goop, and gave me a look like it was the world’s most normal request.

I said, “Uh, okay,” which is all I could say, because my brain was stuck on under my waistband.

She turned, braced her hands on the kitchen counter, and peeled her leggings down to just above mid-thigh. I’d never seen so much ass in my life. It was perfect, like it had been engineered in a lab: round, dimpled, caramel skin and wide enough that both my hands wouldn’t even make a dent. There was a flash of a black thong, wedged deep in the crack. She bent her knees, which somehow made it even bigger.

“Just right here, sweetheart,” she said, tapping the top of her butt, just above the thong.

I squirted the gel into my hand, trying not to breathe too loud, and started rubbing it in circles. Her skin was hot and soft, and she made a low, “mmm” sound every few seconds. “A little lower,” she said, “right on the cheek, yeah, just like that. Oh, baby, you have strong hands.” She flexed her hips and pushed herself up into my palm.

I kept rubbing, and she kept making those little noises, and I started to get lightheaded, because there was no way she didn’t notice my boner. It was pushing so hard against my shorts it probably left an imprint on her counter.

“You’re so polite,” she said, glancing over her shoulder. “Emma told me you’re not used to big girls.”

I blurted, “I think you look amazing,” and instantly regretted it.

She laughed. “Good answer. It’s true, you know. I used to be embarrassed of it, but now I love how much I fill out leggings.”

I moved my hands a little lower, over the curve of her right cheek. Her skin quivered. “Is this good?” I asked.

She straightened, pulling me closer by the wrist. Her ass pressed into my crotch, my hands still glued to her cheeks. “You can squeeze harder, baby. It’s just you and me. I won’t tell.”

So I squeezed, a little, then a lot. She groaned, louder. She reached back, grabbed my hand, and dragged it down the whole slope of her ass.

“I pulled it bad,” she said, “do you mind going even lower?” Then she just peeled her leggings all the way to her knees, thong and all, her ass totally naked. I blinked, wondering whether I was dreaming or not. I could barely remember my own name.

I knelt down, running both hands over her, and started massaging with my thumbs. Her hips rocked back and forth, and she kept making these sounds that could have been pain or pleasure, or both.

She turned her head to look at me, her green eyes gleaming. “Alex,” she said, “I need to tell you something, but you have to promise not to get mad.”

I was so out of it, I said, “I promise.”

She grinned. “I think about you all the time. Like, too much. Emma said you were off limits, but, god, sometimes I wish she would just dump you so I could have you for myself.”

I stopped kneading for a second, and she pushed her hips harder against my hands. “You don’t have to say anything, baby,” she said. “But if you want to keep touching, I want you to. Really want you to.”

I squeezed both cheeks, spreading them a little, just to see how she’d react. She moaned, then wiggled her ass right up into my face.

“If I turn around,” she said, “are you going to kiss me, or are you going to run away?”

I didn’t even think about it. I stood up, and she turned, and I kissed her. She tasted like mint gum and peach. She grabbed my head with both hands, like she was starving for it.

We broke apart, both breathing hard.

“I’m sorry,” I said, but I didn’t mean it.

She smiled, wiped her thumb over my lower lip. “Don’t be. Now, who caused your erection?”

“You obviously,” I said as it started getting heated.

“Want me to take care of it?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.

“Badly … but what about Emma?”

“She doesn’t have to find out,” she said naughtily.

That was all it took. My last shred of resistance snapped.

Breaking out in a grin, Vanessa took my hand and led me down the hallway to her bedroom, her massive ass swaying hypnotically with every step, still glistening from the lotion. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, she turned and kissed me again. Her tongue slid into my mouth as she pressed her thick body against me.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered against my lips. “You have no idea how many times I’ve touched myself thinking about you.”

She pulled her tank top off, then her sports bra, letting her heavy bell-shaped breasts spill free. But I couldn’t stop staring at her ass. Vanessa smirked, hooked her thumbs into her leggings, and slowly peeled them down, stepping out until she was completely naked.

“Get on the bed,” she ordered softly. “On your back first … I got a surprise for you.”

I obeyed. She climbed on top of me in reverse cowgirl, facing away, and reached back to grab my painfully hard cock. She rubbed the thick head along her soaked pussy lips, teasing herself.

“Emma’s never going to fuck you like this,” she murmured. “Her little ass could never compare to Mommy’s.”

She was damn right about that one. Then she sank down.

I groaned loudly as her tight, wet heat swallowed every inch of me. Her massive ass spread wide across my hips, the soft, heavy cheeks completely covering my lap. The sight was obscene, my cock disappearing between those two perfect, lotion-slick globes. She started riding me slowly, rolling her hips in deep circles, making her ass ripple and jiggle.

“Fuck… Vanessa…” I grabbed two handfuls of her cheeks, squeezing hard.

She moaned and picked up speed, bouncing on my cock. The wet slapping sounds of her thick cheeks hitting my thighs filled the room. I spanked her, watching the flesh ripple beautifully with every strike.

“Yes, baby! Spank me,” she gasped, riding me faster. “It’s all yours.”

I couldn’t hold back. I thrust up into her, meeting every bounce, burying myself as deep as possible. Her pussy was incredibly tight and soaking wet. The taboo of fucking my girlfriend’s mother while she rode me in reverse cowgirl made everything feel ten times more intense. But the technique was so good. She lifted her big butt upward in a slow, controlled motion. Her thick cheeks rose high, almost letting my cock slip out, the lotion making her skin shine as her full moon hovered teasingly above me. For a second she held herself there, letting the head of my cock kiss her entrance…

Then she crashed back down. The impact was loud and powerful: her huge, heavy ass slammed against my hips with a wet clap, sending violent ripples across both cheeks. The force drove my cock balls-deep inside her in one sudden stroke. She moaned loudly and repeated the motion: lifting slowly and sensually, making her ass look even bigger as it rose, then dropping her full weight down hard, crashing her massive cheeks against me again and again.

Lift… hold… crash.

The sound of her thick butt cheeks slapping against my body filled the room. Every crash made her cheeks ripple for seconds afterward, the lotion causing them to glisten and shake even more dramatically.

“Fuck, look at that ass,” I groaned, grabbing two big handfuls.

“Wanna fuck it?”

“Oh, yeah.”

After a few minutes, Vanessa lifted off me, her pussy leaving my cock glistening with her juices.

“On your knees,” she said, getting on all fours. “Fuck me like you’ve always wanted to.”

She went on all fours like a pro, face down, ass up. I positioned myself behind her soaked pussy and slammed back inside in one hard thrust. Doggy style was even better. Her enormous ass rippled violently with every deep stroke. I gripped her wide hips and fucked her harder, watching my cock disappear between those wonderful cheeks again and again.

“Harder, Alex,” she moaned.

I spanked her repeatedly, turning her caramel skin bright red. The sound of my hips slapping against her huge ass mixed with her shameless moans. I reached forward, grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back as I railed her.

“You’re so much bigger than I imagined,” she panted.

That dirty talk broke me. I fucked her like an animal , deep, rough, and relentless. Her big ass bounced and jiggled wildly with every thrust. I could feel my orgasm building fast.

I gripped her wide hips tighter and started pounding her with long, brutal strokes. Each thrust made her enormous ass ripple like waves on water. I watched in awe as my cock disappeared completely between her massive, lotion-slick globes, only to reappear shiny with her cream.

“Fuck, Vanessa… your ass is unreal,” I groaned, slapping her hard on both cheeks. The red handprints bloomed beautifully across her caramel skin. Every spank made her pussy clench tighter around me.

“Yes!” she cried, pushing back against me like a whore in heat. “Harder, baby! Ruin your girlfriend’s mother!”

I lost all control. I railed her with everything I had, slamming into her soaked pussy so hard the bed creaked violently. Her huge cheeks jiggled and clapped obscenely with every savage thrust.

The taboo of fucking Emma’s mom raw in her own bed while she begged for my cock pushed me over the edge. My balls tightened, and the pressure became unbearable.

“I’m so fucking close,” I growled through gritted teeth.

“Fill me up baby!” Vanessa moaned desperately, slamming her full moon back against me.

With a deep, guttural groan, I buried myself as deep as possible. My cock pulsed violently as thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted inside her. I kept thrusting through my orgasm, pumping rope after heavy rope of hot cum deep into her womb. The sensation was overwhelming: her tight pussy milking me while her big red ass pressed firmly against my hips.

Vanessa came right after me, her walls spasming wildly around my cock as she cried out in pleasure. Her whole body shook, her well-endowed ass quivering and clenching as she took every last drop.

I stayed buried inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, my hands still gripping her soft cheeks. When I finally pulled out, a thick stream of my cum leaked from her well-fucked pussy and ran down her trembling thighs

We collapsed on the mattress, her under me, both panting.

After a minute, she rolled onto her back, her thighs still trembling. “You’re incredible,” she said, stroking my face. “I mean, really. I should have invited you over months ago.”

I started to feel guilty, but she read my mind. “What about Emma?”

“Don’t worry about Emma,” she said, kissing me gently. “This is just between us. She doesn’t have to know. Unless you want her to.”

I shook my head, but I was already picturing next time.

Vanessa licked my neck, then whispered, “You’re welcome here any day, Alex. And if you ever want to worship this ass again, all you have to do is ask.”

I nodded, speechless, and she smiled.

I left her place smelling like sweat and mint and a little bit of shame, but mostly, I just wanted her again.

Thank you for reading! You can find many of my other stories on PornReads.

I was halfway through a bowl of cereal and a mindless scroll of Instagram when my phone started buzzing. The contact photo was Rachel’s, my girlfriend. I thumbed to answer, still chewing.

“Hey babe,” I said, slouching further into the kitchen chair.

“Marc! Can you do me a huge favor?”

“Of course. What’s up?”

“So, I’m at the mall with Kelly. My mom’s, like, totally on her own today and she bought this new couch? Except the delivery guys only left it in the driveway and she has no one to help drag it in. Can you swing by and help her?”

Rachel’s mom. That should have set off my internal alarm system, but it didn’t. Instead, I felt the low, humming thrum of anticipation in my balls. “Yeah, no problem,” I said. “What time?”

“She’s home now. Can you head over soon?” There was a weird pause. “She says she’ll owe you, like, a pie or something.”

“I’m on it,” I said, probably a little too fast. “Tell your mom I’m on my way.”

Rachel squealed her thanks and hung up before I could say anything else. I stared at my phone for a minute, then the ceiling. It was summer, classes out, my life consisting of part-time work, gym, video games and Rachel. But the thought of seeing Elena made my pulse pick up in a way I wish it wouldn’t.

I changed my shirt, ran fingers through my hair, debated a spritz of cologne (settled for deodorant, because subtlety), and grabbed my keys. The drive to Rachel’s house was short, my mind racing the entire time.

It wasn’t fair, how hot her mom was. Forty, maybe forty-one, with a body that defied every suburban law of physics. I was nineteen, and I remembered the first time I met her: early September, their pool party, me standing in Rachel’s backyard wearing swim trunks that suddenly felt like a size too small. Elena appeared from the house, hips swinging, a turquoise bikini barely managing to contain her curves, long dark hair pulled into a ponytail that hung between her shoulder blades. She waved to me, sunglasses glinting, and for a second I forgot my own name.

She hugged me that day, right in front of Rachel. A warm, full-bodied squeeze that was pure California earth-mother, but her boobs pressed into my chest and I felt the whole thing vibrate through my spine. Since then, I’d noticed every little touch, every smile, every suggestive “Oh Marc, you’re so strong!” with a secret dirty joke in her eyes.

I drove with the windows down, letting the hot summer air blast my face. My shorts weren’t helping the situation in my lap, where I was already half-hard and trying not to think about Elena’s ass. Or the time she asked me to get something from the top shelf and stretched, tank top riding up, flashing just enough toned belly and a hint of underboob to make me need a bathroom break. Or the time last Christmas when she made me help her with lights outside, both of us on the ladder, her body so close I could smell her perfume, like forbidden fruit.

I parked, wiped my palms on my shorts, and got out. Elena’s house was classic suburb: stucco, Spanish tile roof, front yard with sculpted hedges, and a little porch with flower baskets. The new couch was parked on the walkway, swaddled in plastic like a beached whale.

Before I could knock, the front door yanked open. “Marc! You made it!” Elena’s voice was sunshine, smoky and bright at the same time.

She stood framed in the doorway, wearing exactly the kind of outfit that had fueled my late-night fantasies: a white ribbed tank top that was practically see-through, the kind with spaghetti straps and no hint of a bra underneath. Her nipples pressed soft, dark coins into the fabric, and she didn’t seem to care at all. Below, she wore denim shorts so tiny they bordered on pornographic, frayed at the edges and hugging her hips, her tanned legs bare and flexing as she stepped toward me.

I’d seen her dressed like this at Rachel’s house a dozen times, but this was the first time it was just us. “Hey, Elena,” I said, trying to sound normal.

She smiled and pulled me into a hug that lingered a second too long, her arms winding tight around my back and her breasts mushrooming against my chest. I couldn’t help it; my body registered every detail: the warmth of her skin, the musky, sweet scent of her perfume and the way her thighs pressed against mine.

“Thank you for coming,” she said, pulling back and keeping her hands on my arms. “I promise, this will take, like, half an hour tops.”

“No problem,” I said. I felt flushed. There was no way she couldn’t see what was happening below my waistband, but if she did, she pretended not to.

We walked to the stranded couch.

“It’s heavier than it looks,” she said, bending at the hips to grip the bottom. Her shorts hiked up, revealing the full, round shape of her ass. It was hypnotic. I forced myself to look away, then looked back anyway.

I squatted and got my hands under the couch, feeling my biceps flex under her gaze. “Ready?” I asked.

“Mm-hmm.” She nodded, hair falling over one eye. I could see the outline of her nipples, sharp and stiff, and nearly groaned aloud.

We heaved the couch up, shuffling it through the front door and into the living room. Elena guided with one hand, her other palm occasionally brushing my arm or shoulder. We wedged the couch against the wall and set it down with a thump.

“Perfect!” she said, stepping back and clapping her hands. “You are a lifesaver.”

I tried to hide my boner behind a throw pillow. “Happy to help.”

She looked me over, lingering on my arms, then gave me a little wink. “Think you can handle one more?”

“Of course.”

She led me down the hall, ass swinging, to her bedroom. I’d only been in here once, and never alone. The room was big and sunlit, with a king bed and pale blue comforter, an expensive-looking vanity cluttered with makeup, and an open closet that was basically a rainbow of dresses, heels and silk.

In the middle of the room, still in its box, was a white, high-gloss dresser.

I went to pick it up, but Elena stopped me, hand on my shoulder. “Wait. It’s heavy. Let’s open the box, do it together.”

The words do it together hit me right in the groin. I knelt to slice open the box, Elena crouching next to me. Her hair tickled my arm. When we pulled the dresser free, she leaned close, breath hot in my ear.

“You’ve got strong hands,” she said, her tongue teasing the word “strong.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled, trying not to look down her tank, but failing. Her cleavage was insane. I wondered what her nipples would taste like, how heavy her tits would feel in my hands. I hated myself for it, but I wanted her so bad I could barely move.

We set up the dresser, moving together in the narrow space. Every time she bent over, I caught a flash of ass cheek, or the smooth, tan length of her thighs. She made a little show of stretching to the top shelf in the closet, her tank top riding up and baring the dip of her lower back. At one point, I caught sight of a lacy red bra hanging from a hanger, and something I was 99% sure was a vibrator peeking out from a drawer. I felt my face go molten.

Elena turned and caught me looking. She grinned. “Men,” she said, rolling her eyes with affection. “You’re all the same. Can’t resist a little lace, huh?”

I tried to play it cool. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to stare.”

She laughed. “Don’t apologize. I bought that for me, but it’s nice to know someone else appreciates it.”

We finished moving the dresser into place, our arms brushing. Sweat slicked my skin, and the thin cotton of her tank clung to her curves, kinda transparent now. I could see every contour of her breasts, the shadow of her areolae and the perfect teardrop shape.

“Wow,” Elena said, leaning back against the wall, panting. “You really are a strong young man.”

“Thanks,” I said again, helpless. My cock was so hard it actually hurt, but I kept my hands at my sides.

She noticed. She had to. She stepped closer, voice lower. “Rachel’s lucky,” Elena said, her gaze locked on my face. “I always tell her, you’re the best she’s ever brought home.” She touched my biceps, squeezing. “Not just muscle, either. You’re sweet.”

She let go, then tugged the front of her tank straight, the fabric stretching tight over her chest. She wiped sweat from her brow, then mine, her fingers slow and gentle. She laughed again, and for a second, I thought she was going to kiss me.

Instead, she let her hand rest on my cheek.

“Thank you, Marc,” she whispered.

We stood like that, staring, both of us too close and not moving away. My hands twitched. I thought about Rachel, about how this was wrong, but Elena’s body called to me like gravity.

She finally broke the tension, stepping back, cheeks flushed. “C’mon,” she said. “Let’s get you something to drink. You look parched.”

I followed her out of the bedroom, my heart hammering, my brain screaming, my cock throbbing. I wanted her. I wanted her more than anything, and I didn’t care if it made me the worst boyfriend on earth.

I trailed Elena down the hall, already hungry for whatever came next.

We ended up in the kitchen, the table set with a pie, which Rachel had told me about. It was blueberry, steam curling from the cracks in its golden crust. Two plates, two forks, a chilled pitcher of wine. For a second, the normalcy of it all almost calmed me. Then I saw Elena’s hands: one already wielding the pie server, the other resting on her back, fingers tapping the edge of her shorts.

She cut a big wedge, slid it onto my plate. “I hope you’re hungry,” she said.

“I could eat,” I answered.

She sat next to me instead of across. The pie’s purple filling glistened in the light. Elena picked up the can of whipped cream, shook it so her tits jiggled, then spiraled a huge dollop onto her own slice. She licked a bit from the can’s nozzle as if it were precum from a cock, eyes never leaving mine.

I tried to focus on the pie, but her bare thigh pressed against my knee under the table, and her tank top, now nearly transparent with sweat, was a whole second course. She laughed at the way I kept glancing down.

“You have a sweet tooth, Marc?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said, “I guess I do.”

She dipped her finger into the whipped cream, brought it to her lips, and sucked it clean slowly, eyes closed and tongue flicking. My cock throbbed under the table.

The pie was delicious: warm, gooey, a little tart, crust crisp. I groaned involuntarily, and Elena grinned.

“You like it?” she said, licking her lips.

“It’s really good,” I said, but it sounded like a moan.

She leaned closer, her lips brushing my ear. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered, you know that?”

“I guess,” I said a bit awkwardly.

She poured us both a glass of wine, the chilled white fizzing in the heat. I took a gulp and felt the burn in my throat, the flush rising in my cheeks.

“So, how are things with Rachel?” Elena asked, tracing lazy circles on my knee.

“They’re good,” I said, then wondered if it was a lie. I mean, they were, technically, but the way I felt sitting here with Elena, sweaty, horny, so alive, was not how I ever felt with Rachel. I felt like a bastard, but I also couldn’t stop.

Elena shrugged, then stared into her wine. “You can tell me. I’m not going to judge. I just…” She hesitated, then turned her head, hair falling over her shoulder. “I’m lonely sometimes. Divorce is weird.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, feeling bad for her.

“Don’t be. You help. You’re so… present.” Her hand slid higher, just above my knee.

I looked at her. The line of her jaw, the faint crow’s feet at her eyes, the way her full lips curved even when she wasn’t smiling. I wanted to touch her more than I’d ever wanted anything.

She set down her wine, licked another finger of whipped cream, and fed me a bite, her finger brushing my lips. She didn’t pull away.

Her finger lingered, warm and sweet against my lips. I sucked the last trace of cream off it almost involuntarily. Elena’s eyes darkened with heat.

She pulled her hand back slowly, voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Marc… do you have any fantasies? Be honest with me.”

The question hung between us like a live wire. I could have lied. I should have. Instead, the truth spilled out. “Yeah. An older woman.”

Elena’s lips curved into a knowing smile. She tilted her head, hair falling over one shoulder. “Anyone in particular?”

The kitchen felt ten degrees hotter. My heart hammered so hard I was sure she could hear it. I stared at the half-eaten pie, then forced myself to meet her eyes. “You,” I admitted, voice cracking. “You’re… really fucking hot, Elena. I’ve thought about you constantly. It’s messed up, but I can’t help it.”

For a second she just looked at me. Then an emotional laugh escaped her. She pressed a hand to her chest, right above those full breasts that rose and fell with quick breaths.

“Oh, Marc… I have a thing for younger men too. Especially sweet, strong, respectful ones like you. I’ve felt so invisible since the divorce. But every time you come over, the way you look at me… it makes me feel wanted again. Sexy and alive.” She reached out and cupped my cheek, thumb brushing my jaw. “I’ve imagined this more times than I should admit. Touching you, kissing you and letting you see all of me.”

“Can I?”

“Of course,” she said with a grin, biting her bottom lip.

I forgot about Rachel. She leaned in, and our mouths met.

Her lips were soft, cool from the wine, but her tongue was hot, and the kiss went from gentle to greedy in seconds. Her hand moved up, sliding along my thigh, fingers teasing the edge of my shorts. I let out a gasp. She climbed into my lap, straddling me on the kitchen chair, her ass pressing down, her chest flattening against my torso.

I couldn’t help it; I grabbed her hips, pulled her tight, felt the heat of her through my thin shorts. She rocked against my erection, grinding slow.

She broke the kiss just enough to bite my lower lip. “You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?” she said, her voice a husky growl.

“For months,” I admitted, my hands trembling on her waist.

“God, I knew it.” Her tongue traced my jaw. “The way you look at me…”

Her hands slid under my shirt, nails raking up my abs. She lifted my shirt over my head, tossed it onto the counter. Then she pulled her own tank off in one smooth motion, tossing her hair back and sitting proud and bare-chested in my lap.

Her tits were even more perfect than I imagined: heavy and round, full natural D-cups with dusky pink nipples, swollen and begging to be sucked. She watched my face as she cupped them, squeezed, then brought my hands up to join hers.

“Touch me,” she said, and I did, thumb and forefinger circling her nipples, rolling them gently.

She moaned and pressed her tits into my face. I sucked one nipple, then the other, tasting the salt of her sweat and the faint, sweet tang of her body lotion. Her hands worked open my shorts, found my cock, and she stroked me through my boxers.

“I knew you’d be big,” she whispered, biting my ear. “But fuck, Marc, you’re perfect.”

She stood, shimmied her shorts down, and revealed a pair of lacy panties that disappeared into the curve of her ass. She made a show of bending to pick up my shirt, her ass waving in my face. I slapped it, lightly, and she laughed, delighted.

“Bedroom?” I said, voice cracking.

“Here first,” she answered seductively.

She knelt in front of me, pulled down my shorts and boxers, and took my cock in both hands. She gazed up at me, tongue flicking the tip, then swallowed me halfway, her lips sliding down slow. I almost lost it right there.

She pumped her fist, lips tight around my shaft, making little sounds of appreciation as she worked. She licked the underside, circled the head, and took me deep until her nose brushed my stomach. Her eyes never left mine.

“Fuck, Elena,” I moaned, hand in her hair.

She sucked harder, twisted her wrist, saliva running down to my balls. She cupped them, fondled gently, then went back to bobbing her head, her hair wild and glossy. The sensation was wet, warm and forbidden.

When I was close, she sensed it. She pulled off with a pop, wiped her mouth with her finger, and licked it clean.

“Now, it’s time for the bedroom.”

Taking off her lacy panties, she led me to her bedroom, walking naked, hips swaying. The bed was rumpled, the sheets pale blue, and when she crawled onto it, her ass was high and inviting. I followed, kneeling behind her, and studying her pussy: smooth-shaven, lips full and glistening.

I ran my tongue along her slit, tasting her arousal, sweet and musky. She shivered, grinding back into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” she said, breathless. “Lick me, baby.”

I did, licking her clit, dipping my tongue inside, sucking her until she was gasping and clawing the sheets. When she came, it was a shudder, her thighs squeezing my head, her moan low and guttural.

She flipped over, dragged me up, and straddled me, lining my cock up to her entrance. She rubbed it against her clit, wetting it, then slid down slow, her pussy tight and so wet I thought I might explode.

She rode me, hands on my chest, tits bouncing and hair flying. She bounced hard, slamming down to the base, her walls gripping me. I reached up, grabbed her waist, and started meeting her thrusts.

She leaned down, kissed me, her tongue aggressive, her breath hot. She whispered, “Fuck me harder than you fuck my daughter.”

My whole body tensed. I’d never been more turned on.

I rolled her onto her back, legs splayed, and pounded her, the headboard slamming into the wall. She clawed my back, bit my shoulder, begged for more.

I fucked her harder, driving deep with every thrust, the wet slap of our bodies filling the sunlit bedroom. Elena’s full tits bounced wildly beneath me, nipples glistening from my earlier attention. Her pussy was molten: silky, incredibly tight, and so wet it coated my balls with every stroke.

“God, yes… just like that,” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders.

Rachel’s face flashed in my mind, but it only made everything more intense. I was buried balls-deep inside my girlfriend’s mother, and it felt like heaven.

Elena suddenly pushed my chest, flipping us again so she was on top. She planted her hands on my chest and rode me like she was possessed, grinding her clit against my pelvis on every downstroke. Her heavy breasts swayed hypnotically inches from my face. I captured one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard while she moaned louder.

“Fuck… I’m gonna come again,” she whimpered. Her walls fluttered around my cock, then clamped down as her second orgasm ripped through her. She moaned, body shaking, pussy gushing around me.

I couldn’t hold back much longer. The pressure in my balls was unbearable. Elena must have felt it. She leaned down, lips brushing my ear, voice raw and filthy. “Don’t pull out. I want to feel you come inside me. Fill your girlfriend’s mom’s pussy.”

I grabbed her wide hips with both hands and thrust up hard, fucking her through her aftershocks. The bed creaked violently. Her tits pressed against my chest, her sweaty hair sticking to my face. I felt my orgasm building.

I slammed up one final time and exploded. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted deep inside her, painting her walls in hot, raw spurts. I kept thrusting through it, pumping every drop into her pussy, my girlfriend’s mother, with nothing between us. Elena moaned loudly, grinding down to take it all, her own body trembling as she milked me dry.

We stayed locked together, panting, my cock twitching inside her as the last weak spurts leaked out. I could feel my cum starting to drip out around my shaft, warm and slick. Elena kissed me deeply, her fingers stroking my hair.

“Such a good boy,” she whispered against my lips. “Look at all that cum you gave me…”

She lifted off slowly, a thick trail of my seed leaking from her swollen, well-fucked pussy down her thigh. The sight was obscene and insanely hot. She collapsed beside me, pulling me into her arms, her soft breasts cushioning my head.

For a long moment we just breathed together, the reality of what we’d done settling in. Guilt twisted in my gut, but the post-orgasm glow and the way Elena gently stroked my back made it impossible to regret.

“Do we tell Rachel?” I asked her.

She giggled. “We can keep this a secret … as long as we do it again.”

I smiled. “We’ll definitely do this again.”

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I was halfway through a bowl of cereal and a mindless scroll of Instagram when my phone started buzzing. The contact photo was Rachel’s, my girlfriend. I thumbed to answer, still chewing.

“Hey babe,” I said, slouching further into the kitchen chair.

“Marc! Can you do me a huge favor?”

“Of course. What’s up?”

“So, I’m at the mall with Kelly. My mom’s, like, totally on her own today and she bought this new couch? Except the delivery guys only left it in the driveway and she has no one to help drag it in. Can you swing by and help her?”

Rachel’s mom. That should have set off my internal alarm system, but it didn’t. Instead, I felt the low, humming thrum of anticipation in my balls. “Yeah, no problem,” I said. “What time?”

“She’s home now. Can you head over soon?” There was a weird pause. “She says she’ll owe you, like, a pie or something.”

“I’m on it,” I said, probably a little too fast. “Tell your mom I’m on my way.”

Rachel squealed her thanks and hung up before I could say anything else. I stared at my phone for a minute, then the ceiling. It was summer, classes out, my life consisting of part-time work, gym, video games and Rachel. But the thought of seeing Elena made my pulse pick up in a way I wish it wouldn’t.

I changed my shirt, ran fingers through my hair, debated a spritz of cologne (settled for deodorant, because subtlety), and grabbed my keys. The drive to Rachel’s house was short, my mind racing the entire time.

It wasn’t fair, how hot her mom was. Forty, maybe forty-one, with a body that defied every suburban law of physics. I remembered the first time I met her: early September, their pool party, me standing in Rachel’s backyard wearing swim trunks that suddenly felt like a size too small. Elena appeared from the house, hips swinging, a turquoise bikini barely managing to contain her curves, long dark hair pulled into a ponytail that hung between her shoulder blades. She waved to me, sunglasses glinting, and for a second I forgot my own name.

She hugged me that day, right in front of Rachel. A warm, full-bodied squeeze that was pure California earth-mother, but her boobs pressed into my chest and I felt the whole thing vibrate through my spine. Since then, I’d noticed every little touch, every smile, every suggestive “Oh Marc, you’re so strong!” with a secret dirty joke in her eyes.

I drove with the windows down, letting the hot summer air blast my face. My shorts weren’t helping the situation in my lap, where I was already half-hard and trying not to think about Elena’s ass. Or the time she asked me to get something from the top shelf and stretched, tank top riding up, flashing just enough toned belly and a hint of underboob to make me need a bathroom break. Or the time last Christmas when she made me help her with lights outside, both of us on the ladder, her body so close I could smell her perfume, like forbidden fruit.

I parked, wiped my palms on my shorts, and got out. Elena’s house was classic suburb: stucco, Spanish tile roof, front yard with sculpted hedges, and a little porch with flower baskets. The new couch was parked on the walkway, swaddled in plastic like a beached whale.

Before I could knock, the front door yanked open. “Marc! You made it!” Elena’s voice was sunshine, smoky and bright at the same time.

She stood framed in the doorway, wearing exactly the kind of outfit that had fueled my late-night fantasies: a white ribbed tank top that was practically see-through, the kind with spaghetti straps and no hint of a bra underneath. Her nipples pressed soft, dark coins into the fabric, and she didn’t seem to care at all. Below, she wore denim shorts so tiny they bordered on pornographic, frayed at the edges and hugging her hips, her tanned legs bare and flexing as she stepped toward me.

I’d seen her dressed like this at Rachel’s house a dozen times, but this was the first time it was just us. “Hey, Elena,” I said, trying to sound normal.

She smiled and pulled me into a hug that lingered a second too long, her arms winding tight around my back and her breasts mushrooming against my chest. I couldn’t help it; my body registered every detail: the warmth of her skin, the musky, sweet scent of her perfume and the way her thighs pressed against mine.

“Thank you for coming,” she said, pulling back and keeping her hands on my arms. “I promise, this will take, like, half an hour tops.”

“No problem,” I said. I felt flushed. There was no way she couldn’t see what was happening below my waistband, but if she did, she pretended not to.

We walked to the stranded couch.

“It’s heavier than it looks,” she said, bending at the hips to grip the bottom. Her shorts hiked up, revealing the full, round shape of her ass. It was hypnotic. I forced myself to look away, then looked back anyway.

I squatted and got my hands under the couch, feeling my biceps flex under her gaze. “Ready?” I asked.

“Mm-hmm.” She nodded, hair falling over one eye. I could see the outline of her nipples, sharp and stiff, and nearly groaned aloud.

We heaved the couch up, shuffling it through the front door and into the living room. Elena guided with one hand, her other palm occasionally brushing my arm or shoulder. We wedged the couch against the wall and set it down with a thump.

“Perfect!” she said, stepping back and clapping her hands. “You are a lifesaver.”

I tried to hide my boner behind a throw pillow. “Happy to help.”

She looked me over, lingering on my arms, then gave me a little wink. “Think you can handle one more?”

“Of course.”

She led me down the hall, ass swinging, to her bedroom. I’d only been in here once, and never alone. The room was big and sunlit, with a king bed and pale blue comforter, an expensive-looking vanity cluttered with makeup, and an open closet that was basically a rainbow of dresses, heels and silk.

In the middle of the room, still in its box, was a white, high-gloss dresser.

I went to pick it up, but Elena stopped me, hand on my shoulder. “Wait. It’s heavy. Let’s open the box, do it together.”

The words do it together hit me right in the groin. I knelt to slice open the box, Elena crouching next to me. Her hair tickled my arm. When we pulled the dresser free, she leaned close, breath hot in my ear.

“You’ve got strong hands,” she said, her tongue teasing the word “strong.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled, trying not to look down her tank, but failing. Her cleavage was insane. I wondered what her nipples would taste like, how heavy her tits would feel in my hands. I hated myself for it, but I wanted her so bad I could barely move.

We set up the dresser, moving together in the narrow space. Every time she bent over, I caught a flash of ass cheek, or the smooth, tan length of her thighs. She made a little show of stretching to the top shelf in the closet, her tank top riding up and baring the dip of her lower back. At one point, I caught sight of a lacy red bra hanging from a hanger, and something I was 99% sure was a vibrator peeking out from a drawer. I felt my face go molten.

Elena turned and caught me looking. She grinned. “Men,” she said, rolling her eyes with affection. “You’re all the same. Can’t resist a little lace, huh?”

I tried to play it cool. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to stare.”

She laughed. “Don’t apologize. I bought that for me, but it’s nice to know someone else appreciates it.”

We finished moving the dresser into place, our arms brushing. Sweat slicked my skin, and the thin cotton of her tank clung to her curves, kinda transparent now. I could see every contour of her breasts, the shadow of her areolae and the perfect teardrop shape.

“Wow,” Elena said, leaning back against the wall, panting. “You really are a strong young man.”

“Thanks,” I said again, helpless. My cock was so hard it actually hurt, but I kept my hands at my sides.

She noticed. She had to. She stepped closer, voice lower. “Rachel’s lucky,” Elena said, her gaze locked on my face. “I always tell her, you’re the best she’s ever brought home.” She touched my biceps, squeezing. “Not just muscle, either. You’re sweet.”

She let go, then tugged the front of her tank straight, the fabric stretching tight over her chest. She wiped sweat from her brow, then mine, her fingers slow and gentle. She laughed again, and for a second, I thought she was going to kiss me.

Instead, she let her hand rest on my cheek.

“Thank you, Marc,” she whispered.

We stood like that, staring, both of us too close and not moving away. My hands twitched. I thought about Rachel, about how this was wrong, but Elena’s body called to me like gravity.

She finally broke the tension, stepping back, cheeks flushed. “C’mon,” she said. “Let’s get you something to drink. You look parched.”

I followed her out of the bedroom, my heart hammering, my brain screaming, my cock throbbing. I wanted her. I wanted her more than anything, and I didn’t care if it made me the worst boyfriend on earth.

I trailed Elena down the hall, already hungry for whatever came next.

We ended up in the kitchen, the table set with a pie, which Rachel had told me about. It was blueberry, steam curling from the cracks in its golden crust. Two plates, two forks, a chilled pitcher of wine. For a second, the normalcy of it all almost calmed me. Then I saw Elena’s hands: one already wielding the pie server, the other resting on her back, fingers tapping the edge of her shorts.

She cut a big wedge, slid it onto my plate. “I hope you’re hungry,” she said.

“I could eat,” I answered.

She sat next to me instead of across. The pie’s purple filling glistened in the light. Elena picked up the can of whipped cream, shook it so her tits jiggled, then spiraled a huge dollop onto her own slice. She licked a bit from the can’s nozzle as if it were precum from a cock, eyes never leaving mine.

I tried to focus on the pie, but her bare thigh pressed against my knee under the table, and her tank top, now nearly transparent with sweat, was a whole second course. She laughed at the way I kept glancing down.

“You have a sweet tooth, Marc?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said, “I guess I do.”

She dipped her finger into the whipped cream, brought it to her lips, and sucked it clean slowly, eyes closed and tongue flicking. My cock throbbed under the table.

The pie was delicious: warm, gooey, a little tart, crust crisp. I groaned involuntarily, and Elena grinned.

“You like it?” she said, licking her lips.

“It’s really good,” I said, but it sounded like a moan.

She leaned closer, her lips brushing my ear. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered, you know that?”

“I guess,” I said a bit awkwardly.

She poured us both a glass of wine, the chilled white fizzing in the heat. I took a gulp and felt the burn in my throat, the flush rising in my cheeks.

“So, how are things with Rachel?” Elena asked, tracing lazy circles on my knee.

“They’re good,” I said, then wondered if it was a lie. I mean, they were, technically, but the way I felt sitting here with Elena, sweaty, horny, so alive, was not how I ever felt with Rachel. I felt like a bastard, but I also couldn’t stop.

Elena shrugged, then stared into her wine. “You can tell me. I’m not going to judge. I just…” She hesitated, then turned her head, hair falling over her shoulder. “I’m lonely sometimes. Divorce is weird.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, feeling bad for her.

“Don’t be. You help. You’re so… present.” Her hand slid higher, just above my knee.

I looked at her. The line of her jaw, the faint crow’s feet at her eyes, the way her full lips curved even when she wasn’t smiling. I wanted to touch her more than I’d ever wanted anything.

She set down her wine, licked another finger of whipped cream, and fed me a bite, her finger brushing my lips. She didn’t pull away.

Her finger lingered, warm and sweet against my lips. I sucked the last trace of cream off it almost involuntarily. Elena’s eyes darkened with heat.

She pulled her hand back slowly, voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Marc… do you have any fantasies? Be honest with me.”

The question hung between us like a live wire. I could have lied. I should have. Instead, the truth spilled out. “Yeah. An older woman.”

Elena’s lips curved into a knowing smile. She tilted her head, hair falling over one shoulder. “Anyone in particular?”

The kitchen felt ten degrees hotter. My heart hammered so hard I was sure she could hear it. I stared at the half-eaten pie, then forced myself to meet her eyes. “You,” I admitted, voice cracking. “You’re… really fucking hot, Elena. I’ve thought about you constantly. It’s messed up, but I can’t help it.”

For a second she just looked at me. Then an emotional laugh escaped her. She pressed a hand to her chest, right above those full breasts that rose and fell with quick breaths.

“Oh, Marc… I have a thing for younger men too. Especially sweet, strong, respectful ones like you. I’ve felt so invisible since the divorce. But every time you come over, the way you look at me… it makes me feel wanted again. Sexy and alive.” She reached out and cupped my cheek, thumb brushing my jaw. “I’ve imagined this more times than I should admit. Touching you, kissing you and letting you see all of me.”

“Can I?”

“Of course,” she said with a grin, biting her bottom lip.

I forgot about Rachel. She leaned in, and our mouths met.

Her lips were soft, cool from the wine, but her tongue was hot, and the kiss went from gentle to greedy in seconds. Her hand moved up, sliding along my thigh, fingers teasing the edge of my shorts. I let out a gasp. She climbed into my lap, straddling me on the kitchen chair, her ass pressing down, her chest flattening against my torso.

I couldn’t help it; I grabbed her hips, pulled her tight, felt the heat of her through my thin shorts. She rocked against my erection, grinding slow.

She broke the kiss just enough to bite my lower lip. “You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?” she said, her voice a husky growl.

“For months,” I admitted, my hands trembling on her waist.

“God, I knew it.” Her tongue traced my jaw. “The way you look at me…”

Her hands slid under my shirt, nails raking up my abs. She lifted my shirt over my head, tossed it onto the counter. Then she pulled her own tank off in one smooth motion, tossing her hair back and sitting proud and bare-chested in my lap.

Her tits were even more perfect than I imagined: heavy and round, full natural D-cups with dusky pink nipples, swollen and begging to be sucked. She watched my face as she cupped them, squeezed, then brought my hands up to join hers.

“Touch me,” she said, and I did, thumb and forefinger circling her nipples, rolling them gently.

She moaned and pressed her tits into my face. I sucked one nipple, then the other, tasting the salt of her sweat and the faint, sweet tang of her body lotion. Her hands worked open my shorts, found my cock, and she stroked me through my boxers.

“I knew you’d be big,” she whispered, biting my ear. “But fuck, Marc, you’re perfect.”

She stood, shimmied her shorts down, and revealed a pair of lacy panties that disappeared into the curve of her ass. She made a show of bending to pick up my shirt, her ass waving in my face. I slapped it, lightly, and she laughed, delighted.

“Bedroom?” I said, voice cracking.

“Here first,” she answered seductively.

She knelt in front of me, pulled down my shorts and boxers, and took my cock in both hands. She gazed up at me, tongue flicking the tip, then swallowed me halfway, her lips sliding down slow. I almost lost it right there.

She pumped her fist, lips tight around my shaft, making little sounds of appreciation as she worked. She licked the underside, circled the head, and took me deep until her nose brushed my stomach. Her eyes never left mine.

“Fuck, Elena,” I moaned, hand in her hair.

She sucked harder, twisted her wrist, saliva running down to my balls. She cupped them, fondled gently, then went back to bobbing her head, her hair wild and glossy. The sensation was wet, warm and forbidden.

When I was close, she sensed it. She pulled off with a pop, wiped her mouth with her finger, and licked it clean.

“Now, it’s time for the bedroom.”

Taking off her lacy panties, she led me to her bedroom, walking naked, hips swaying. The bed was rumpled, the sheets pale blue, and when she crawled onto it, her ass was high and inviting. I followed, kneeling behind her, and studying her pussy: smooth-shaven, lips full and glistening.

I ran my tongue along her slit, tasting her arousal, sweet and musky. She shivered, grinding back into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” she said, breathless. “Lick me, baby.”

I did, licking her clit, dipping my tongue inside, sucking her until she was gasping and clawing the sheets. When she came, it was a shudder, her thighs squeezing my head, her moan low and guttural.

She flipped over, dragged me up, and straddled me, lining my cock up to her entrance. She rubbed it against her clit, wetting it, then slid down slow, her pussy tight and so wet I thought I might explode.

She rode me, hands on my chest, tits bouncing and hair flying. She bounced hard, slamming down to the base, her walls gripping me. I reached up, grabbed her waist, and started meeting her thrusts.

She leaned down, kissed me, her tongue aggressive, her breath hot. She whispered, “Fuck me harder than you fuck my daughter.”

My whole body tensed. I’d never been more turned on.

I rolled her onto her back, legs splayed, and pounded her, the headboard slamming into the wall. She clawed my back, bit my shoulder, begged for more.

I fucked her harder, driving deep with every thrust, the wet slap of our bodies filling the sunlit bedroom. Elena’s full tits bounced wildly beneath me, nipples glistening from my earlier attention. Her pussy was molten: silky, incredibly tight, and so wet it coated my balls with every stroke.

“God, yes… just like that,” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders.

Rachel’s face flashed in my mind, but it only made everything more intense. I was buried balls-deep inside my girlfriend’s mother, and it felt like heaven.

Elena suddenly pushed my chest, flipping us again so she was on top. She planted her hands on my chest and rode me like she was possessed, grinding her clit against my pelvis on every downstroke. Her heavy breasts swayed hypnotically inches from my face. I captured one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard while she moaned louder.

“Fuck… I’m gonna come again,” she whimpered. Her walls fluttered around my cock, then clamped down as her second orgasm ripped through her. She moaned, body shaking, pussy gushing around me.

I couldn’t hold back much longer. The pressure in my balls was unbearable. Elena must have felt it. She leaned down, lips brushing my ear, voice raw and filthy. “Don’t pull out. I want to feel you come inside me. Fill your girlfriend’s mom’s pussy.”

I grabbed her wide hips with both hands and thrust up hard, fucking her through her aftershocks. The bed creaked violently. Her tits pressed against my chest, her sweaty hair sticking to my face. I felt my orgasm building.

I slammed up one final time and exploded. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted deep inside her, painting her walls in hot, raw spurts. I kept thrusting through it, pumping every drop into her pussy, my girlfriend’s mother, with nothing between us. Elena moaned loudly, grinding down to take it all, her own body trembling as she milked me dry.

We stayed locked together, panting, my cock twitching inside her as the last weak spurts leaked out. I could feel my cum starting to drip out around my shaft, warm and slick. Elena kissed me deeply, her fingers stroking my hair.

“Such a good boy,” she whispered against my lips. “Look at all that cum you gave me…”

She lifted off slowly, a thick trail of my seed leaking from her swollen, well-fucked pussy down her thigh. The sight was obscene and insanely hot. She collapsed beside me, pulling me into her arms, her soft breasts cushioning my head.

For a long moment we just breathed together, the reality of what we’d done settling in. Guilt twisted in my gut, but the post-orgasm glow and the way Elena gently stroked my back made it impossible to regret.

“Do we tell Rachel?” I asked her.

She giggled. “We can keep this a secret … as long as we do it again.”

I smiled. “We’ll definitely do this again.”

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I was already on edge when the call came. The office was a meat locker that afternoon, air conditioning cranked to full overcompensate for a finance team that was, as usual, running hot and dumb with quarterly drama. My phone vibrated just after five, and when I saw Ava’s name, I braced myself. She rarely called, texting was her language unless she needed something big, and needing something big never meant good news.

I swiped to answer, already fighting a sigh. “Hello?”

“Ryan, don’t freak out, okay?”

“Ava … What’s going on?”

Silence, then a breathy rush, like she’d been running or maybe trying not to hyperventilate. “I… I sort of, um, took your car.” She paused, and I could picture the way she’d twist the ends of her dark hair when nervous, eyes wide for maximum effect. “And then a truck kind of sideswiped me. I’m fine. I swear, I didn’t even get a scratch. But the car’s got, like, a little scrape? Maybe two. It totally wasn’t my fault, and I left a note and everything.”

A thin, hot line of stress cut through my temple. “You took my car?”

“Mom’s an idiot and I had to get to Target before it closed and I thought you’d be home late. I’m so, so sorry. Please, don’t be mad, please.”

Somewhere between her voice and the knowledge of all the things her mother would do if she found out, my anger shifted from a slow simmer to a boil. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Where are you?”

“In the parking lot. The shopping center with the Starbucks. I can Uber home if you want.” She was almost crying now, and for a split second I remembered picking her up from a party her first month home from college, mascara streaking her cheeks, clutching her phone like a teddy bear. She was a brat, but she was my responsibility.

I let out a heavy sigh. “Stay put. I’ll be there in fifteen.”

“Don’t tell Mom?” she asked, voice trembling, and I heard the calculation in it.

“We’ll discuss that when I see you.”

I ended the call and stared at my desktop. When Ava’s mother married me, Ava came as a package deal, seventeen, already hellbent on burning every bridge she crossed. For two years, I’d been the supposed adult, her stepdad: providing structure, setting limits, cleaning up the messes before they became disasters. In return, I’d become the house tyrant, the ATM and sometimes the only person in the house she’d deign to argue with at dinner. That was fine. It kept my mind off the other, less appropriate reactions I sometimes had to her. The ones I buried under the guilt and the dogged sense of duty.

I left the office in a haze, drove with my jaw locked and hands tight on the wheel. My mind kept cycling: the cost of repairs, the conversation I’d have to have with her mother, the way Ava always landed on her feet and looked me dead in the eye like she’d never done anything wrong, despite being nineteen now and an adult.

*****

The parking lot was half-empty, neon buzzing to life under the growing dusk. I spotted my car by the Starbucks, Ava slouched against the fender in a posture that could only be described as dramatic contrition. Her legs were bare, tan, ending in white Converse. The skirt she wore barely covered her ass, and the crop top looked one size too small for the full breasts that had come out of nowhere last Christmas. She had a slow way of moving, catlike, almost bored, and she could weaponize it when she wanted to. She was doing it now, chin down, hair falling in loose waves around her face.

I parked next to the damage and got out. “Show me.”

She rounded the car and gestured to the passenger side. There was a nasty, foot-long scrape along the rear panel, blue paint shredded away, and a shallow dent where the metal had buckled under impact.

“Jesus, Ava.”

She flinched at my tone, then angled her face up, eyes huge and glassy. “I’m really sorry. I panicked. I know I shouldn’t have—”

“How many times have we talked about this? You’re not on the insurance. If your mom finds out, she’ll—”

“She’s out of town,” Ava interrupted. “You can fix it before she gets home, right? I’ll pay you back. I’ll—” She trailed off, mouth open, waiting for me to suggest a punishment, like I always did.

I ran a hand through my hair, feeling older and more tired than I had all week. “We’ll discuss this at home. Get in.”

We drove in silence, Ava shrinking smaller in the passenger seat, arms crossed over her chest. Her bare legs kept brushing the center console, and every time I tried not to notice, I failed spectacularly. Once we pulled into the garage, she hesitated before getting out.

“Are you going to yell at me?” she asked, half-smirk, half-plea.

I killed the ignition and stared straight ahead. “No, but we’re not done talking about this.”

We headed inside. Ava followed, closing the door behind her, standing just inside the mudroom and twisting a lock of hair around her finger. She looked vulnerable for exactly one second before the old defiance sparked back to life.

She set her chin. “I really am sorry. I know I messed up, but can we just… let it go? I swear, I’ll pay for the damage.”

I leaned against the counter, arms crossed, and fixed her with a stare. “You don’t have a job. How are you going to pay for it?”

Ava pressed her lips together and shrugged, deflecting with a little flip of her hair. “Maybe you could just do one of your finance magic things and make it, like, disappear. Or at least not tell Mom? Please?”

It would have been easier if she’d screamed or thrown a fit. Instead, she went for the jugular: sad, sweet, helpless.

I shook my head. “You keep making these mistakes because there are never any real consequences. That ends tonight.”

Her eyes narrowed, and I could see her calculating. She always thought she could outmaneuver me, and usually she was right. “What do you want me to do? I’ll do anything, seriously. You want me to, like, clean the whole house for a month? Go off social media? You can even take my phone.”

I kept my voice flat. “None of that matters if you don’t actually learn something. You’re nineteen. Start acting like it.”

Ava pouted, but it was an act, and I was immune to it by now. “So you’re going to tell Mom.”

“I don’t have a choice.”

She drew a long breath, then looked up at me from beneath her lashes, big, brown, the color of wet earth. “What if I gave you something better?”

I almost laughed, but the way she said it caught me off guard. Her tone had shifted: not bratty, not childish, but something that made the hairs rise on my neck.

“What are you talking about?” I said, keeping my voice even.

She took a step closer, and her voice dropped. “I know what you want, Ryan. I’m not an idiot.” She licked her lips, and I realized, with a punch of clarity, that she was serious. “If you keep this between us, I’ll suck you off. I’ll be the best little cocksucker you’ve ever had. Just… don’t tell her, please?”

I took a stumbling step back, as if she’d shoved me. “Ava, don’t joke about that. It’s not funny.”

She shook her head and moved in. “I’m not joking,” she whispered. “I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

I tried to conjure up outrage, or even basic paternal disappointment, but it wouldn’t come. Instead I was hit by a wave of guilt and something much, much worse. She was so close. I could see the goosebumps rising on her arms.

“You’re not thinking straight,” I muttered.

She dropped to her knees. The moment snapped like a rubber band. Ava’s hands found my thighs, small and warm, her face upturned with a half-smile that was part dare, part worship. She undid my belt with two tugs and popped the button of my pants.

My brain was a soup of denial and hunger, fighting for oxygen. “Get up. We’re not doing this.”

She ignored me, and with a flick of her wrist, she pulled my jeans and briefs down just enough to spring my cock free. It was already half-hard, and she grinned at the sight. “Knew it,” she whispered. Then she wrapped one hand around the base, squeezed lightly, and gave the head a wet, open-mouthed kiss.

A rush of blood pounded in my ears. I looked down at her, my stepdaughter, the bratty, manipulative little punk who had run this house for years, kneeling and about to suck my cock, and the entire world narrowed to a pinpoint.

Ava took me into her mouth without ceremony, tongue swirling, lips locking tight around the shaft. I could see the hunger in her eyes, the smug triumph that she’d broken me. She moaned softly as she bobbed her head, and every little noise she made shot straight up my spine.

I was going to hell. There was no way out of it.

She pulled back, let spit string from her lips to the tip, and stroked me with both hands, twisting at the end just to watch me flinch. “You taste good, Daddy,” she said, voice sugary and ruined.

I groaned, helpless. “Don’t call me that.”

Her smile widened, then she took me in again, deeper this time. She gagged once, eyes watering, and looked up at me like a puppy desperate for approval. My hands hovered, uncertain, then finally settled in her hair. I tried to be gentle, but her mouth was so hot, so greedy, and she kept pushing herself farther down the shaft, taking me all the way to the base until her nose was buried in my stomach.

“Fuck… Ava,” I groaned, my voice cracking.

She hummed around my cock, the vibration shooting straight through me. Her throat tightened and relaxed in waves as she held me there, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact. When she finally pulled back, gasping for air, thick strings of spit connected her swollen lips to my glistening shaft. She looked filthy and beautiful at the same time.

“You like that, Daddy?” she whispered. “You like your stepdaughter choking on your cock?”

I should have stopped her. Instead I tightened my grip in her dark hair and guided her back down. Ava moaned eagerly, taking me even deeper this time. Her tongue worked the underside of my shaft while her throat squeezed around the head. She bobbed faster, sloppy and wet, loud obscene sounds filling the kitchen as she worshipped me.

I watched her perfect lips stretch around my thickness, her cheeks hollowing with every suck. She used one hand to stroke what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, twisting at the base while her other hand gently massaged my balls. Every few strokes she’d pull off completely, gasping, and slap my wet cock against her tongue or rub it across her face like she couldn’t get enough.

“You’re so fucking big,” she panted, looking up at me with those big brown eyes. “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long.”

She dove back in, sucking harder and faster. Her head moved in a steady rhythm, taking me deep into her throat again and again. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her crop top, making the fabric cling to her breasts. The sight of my stepdaughter on her knees, eagerly deepthroating me in the middle of the kitchen, was almost too much to handle.

I started thrusting into her mouth, fucking her face with shallow strokes at first, then deeper. Ava moaned loudly around my cock, encouraging me. Her hands gripped my thighs as she let me use her mouth.

“Such a good little cocksucker,” I growled, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Ava’s eyes sparkled with lust. She pulled back just long enough to gasp, “I’m your good girl. Use my throat, Daddy.”

I lost the last of my control. I held her head in place and fucked her mouth with long, deep strokes, my balls slapping against her chin. She gagged and drooled but never pulled away, taking everything I gave her like the perfect little brat she was.

The pressure built fast. My balls tightened, my cock swelled between her soft lips.

“I’m gonna cum so hard,” I warned, voice rough.

Ava moaned loudly in response and sucked harder, her tongue swirling around the head on every stroke. She looked up at me with pure submission, silently begging for it.

With a deep, guttural groan I buried myself as deep as I could and came hard. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted straight down her throat. I pulsed again and again, flooding her mouth with everything I had. Ava swallowed greedily, her throat working around my cock, milking every last drop. A few strands leaked from the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin, but she kept sucking, then licked the tip, cleaning me like a cat with a bowl of cream.

When I finally pulled out, she gasped for air, lips swollen and shiny. A thin string of cum and spit connected her bottom lip to the head of my cock. She looked up at me, licked her lips slowly, and swallowed one last time with an audible gulp.

“Mmm,” she hummed, smiling up at me with a satisfied, filthy grin. “I told you I’d make it worth it.”

She wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, then licked it clean while holding my gaze. My legs felt weak. The reality of what we’d just done crashed over me, but the sight of my stepdaughter on her knees, lips puffy from sucking me off, made it impossible to feel anything close to regret.

Ava rose slowly to her feet, pressing her body against mine. She reached down and gave my softening cock one last gentle squeeze.

“So… are we keeping this between us?” she whispered, biting her lip. “Or do I need to bribe you again?”

“I won’t tell your mother,” I said.

“She beamed, perched on her tiptoes and kissed me on the lips. “Thank you!”

She swished out of the kitchen, hips swinging, and left me there, pants around my knees, wondering how the hell I’d let it happen. Wondering, even more, how long I could go before I let it happen again.

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If you’d told me two months ago I’d spend my last summer after my freshman year of college year obsessing about a guy’s cock, I would have laughed in your face. Or maybe, depending on how well we knew each other, I’d have blushed and changed the subject and then overanalyzed what you meant by that for a week straight. At nineteen, I was not the type of girl who sat around thinking about dick. At least, I didn’t think so.

My history, such as it was, didn’t give me much to go on. There’d been Kevin, my first boyfriend, who was sweet, skinny, a little less awkward than me, which was saying something. When we finally did it after our first semester at college, I barely felt anything. He was that tiny. The second guy, Jamie, was a better kisser and a worse listener. He liked the idea of me way more than the reality. Also, his dick was, how to put this politely, statistically insignificant, and didn’t do much either. You know how you’re told that size isn’t everything and that it’s all about technique and chemistry? All lies. Two disappointing dicks in, I’d officially joined the Size Does Matter camp, even if I’d die before admitting it out loud.

So when Ryan leaned back against his car after our second date and I felt his bulge press hard into my thigh, I had a minor existential crisis. It was the kind of cock that left a shadow in the streetlight, even through his loose Adidas joggers. He was twenty, a year older than me. I remember thinking, it’s probably just a trick of the light. But then he shifted, and I felt the weight of it and suddenly my pussy became wet and I forgot my own name for a full five seconds.

Now, a week later, I was standing in his kitchen, sweating through my new sundress and trying to act normal while he cut up strawberries for the sangria he’d promised to make. I watched his strong hands, fingers blunt at the tips, and all I could think about was how they’d felt sliding up my thigh on our last date. Or, more accurately, how it felt to press up against him and realize that everything I’d guessed was not only true but maybe even undersold. Although, we hadn’t gone any further than making out, which disappointed me. Hopefully, today would be different.

“So,” he said, arranging the berries in the pitcher like a food network host, “what are your plans for today, other than day-drinking and humoring my attempts at adulting?”

“Um. That’s pretty much it,” I said. I tried to sound light, but my voice came out a little high. My body was already a mess: nipples hard, thighs slick and heart hammering like I’d mainlined cold brew.

Ryan turned around and leaned against the counter, arms crossed, shirt stretched tight over his shoulders. His smile was unfair. “You sure? You look like you’re scheming something.”

Fuck … Was I that obvious? “Maybe I’m just nervous you’ll poison me with your artisanal sangria.”

He gave me a look. “I’m a trained professional. I watched two whole YouTube videos.” He slid the pitcher into the fridge and came to stand in front of me. “You’re adorable when you’re anxious, Em.”

I rolled my eyes, but inside I was melting. “You barely know me,” I protested, which was technically true. We’d only gone on three dates, all of them with just enough physical escalation to make me lose sleep after.

“True,” he said. He reached out and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, fingertips grazing my cheek. My knees nearly buckled. “But I want to.”

I had no comeback for that, so I just stared up at him, fighting the urge to kiss him first. I’d never initiated with a guy. But something about Ryan made me reckless in ways I hadn’t even realized I wanted to be.

He made the decision for me, thank God, by closing the gap and kissing me slow and deep, hands on my waist. It was perfect. My arms went around his neck, and I pressed into him, and there it was again … his cock, hard and heavy, slotted right up against me through his shorts. I made a sound in my throat and he grinned into the kiss, his hands tightening on my hips.

“You wanna go to my room?” he whispered against my ear.

My whole body shivered. “Yeah,” I said, barely louder than a breath.

He took my hand and led me down the hall. I was very aware that we were alone; his parents had left for the weekend, a fact I’d triple-checked earlier that morning. He closed the door behind us and, for a second, we just stood there, staring. I felt like I was about to detonate.

Then he pulled me in and kissed me again, backing me up until my legs hit the bed. He pushed me gently, and I landed with a little bounce, legs sprawled. He kicked off his sneakers and came over me, hands braced on either side of my hips.

“God, you’re cute,” he said, lips trailing down my neck. His hands found my thighs, sliding the hem of my dress up so he could grip the bare skin. His thumbs dug in, just a little, and it was enough to make me gasp.

“You too,” I said, and he laughed.

His mouth worked its way up my neck to my jaw, then back to my lips, and he kissed me until I was dizzy. Then, without warning, he slid his hand up higher, fingers grazing the edge of my panties. I moaned like I was in a porn movie. It was embarrassing and perfect. I was so wet I could feel it through the fabric.

He ran a finger along the seam, testing, and then pressed in a little. “Jesus, Em. You’re soaked.”

I was dying, but I couldn’t stop. “You, um, have that effect on me.”

He pulled back and grinned, the kind of grin that meant trouble. “Yeah? What about me does it?”

I blushed so hard my ears felt hot. “I don’t know. You’re just really—” I broke off, not wanting to sound like a size-obsessed perv, even if I wasn’t a hundred percent sure yet.

He raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”

“Big,” I blurted.

“How do you know?”

I blushed hard. “I think I’ve felt it.”

He made a low sound, somewhere between a chuckle and a growl. “Yeah? You like that?”

I covered my face with my hands. “Oh my God.”

He pried my hands away, still grinning. “You’re not the first to notice.” He leaned in. “But you might be my favorite.”

I wanted to die, or maybe just crawl under him and never leave. He kissed me again, then started pulling off my dress. It got stuck on my shoulders, and we both laughed trying to wriggle it over my head. When it finally came off, I was left in my bra and panties, which was cute, but not “I planned to get naked today” cute.

He looked me over, eyes darkening. “Fuck, you’re hot.”

I wanted to believe him, so I did. I let him unclasp my bra and slide my panties down, and then I was naked on his bed, skin prickling with anticipation.

He stripped down, too, quick and easy. His chest was broad, pecs and abs in sharp relief, and below the waistband of his shorts, the outline of his cock was clear as day. When he took them off, it sprang free, thick and long, angling up toward his belly button. My jaw dropped. It was actually bigger than I’d imagined. It was porn-star huge. The head was fat, the shaft veined and flushed dark. My mouth watered just looking at it.

He saw my reaction and smirked. “Still think you can handle it?”

The honest answer was I had no idea. “Only one way to find out.”

He slid onto the bed next to me, propped on one elbow. “You ever give a blowjob before?” he asked, tone gentle, not judgy.

“Once,” I admitted, thinking back to Jamie and the five minutes of awkwardness that felt like forever. “It wasn’t… very memorable.”

He laughed. “No pressure. But if you want to…”

I nodded, feeling equal parts nervous and desperate. I wanted to taste him, wanted to wrap my lips around that cock and see what it did to me.

He rolled onto his back, and I moved down between his legs. Up close, it was even more intimidating … fat and pulsing, the head shiny with precum. I wrapped my fingers around the base and tried to stroke him, but I could only get a little more than half my hand around it. I licked the head tentatively, tasting salt and skin, then licked again.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned, hand finding the back of my head. He didn’t push, just held me there, fingers gentle in my hair.

I opened my mouth and took the head in, tongue swirling around the ridge. It stretched my lips wide, but I kept going, taking more, working my hand up and down what my mouth couldn’t reach. I gagged once, a little, but he shushed me, soothing, telling me to go slow.

“That’s it. Take your time, babe.”

His voice made my whole body clench. I bobbed my head, letting my spit coat the shaft, then pulled off with a pop, catching my breath. “It’s so big,” I said, awe in my voice.

He grinned, pride all over his face. “You’re doing amazing.”

I went back down, this time licking up and down the length, then sucking the head, working my tongue in circles. I got braver, wetter, sloppier, and he started breathing harder, hips twitching up just a little.

“Fuck, Emma, you keep that up and I’m gonna lose it,” he said, voice strangled.

I pulled off and looked up at him, lips tingling and cheeks flushed. “I want you to come in me,” I said, surprised at my own words. “Like, inside.”

His pupils blew wide. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” I wanted to feel all of it, his cock, his cum, the stretch and the fullness. I wanted to see if I could take it.

He guided me up to his lap, kissing me hard, tasting himself on my mouth. Then he rolled us so I was underneath, legs spread, his cock pressed against my thigh.

He slid a finger inside me first, testing. “You’re so wet, babe,” he murmured. “You ready?”

“Please,” I said, louder than I meant to.

He lined up, the head pressing against my entrance. I felt a flare of nerves, what if I couldn’t do it? What if he didn’t fit? But then he pushed in, slow and careful, and the stretch was insane, like nothing I’d ever felt. I gasped, body tensing, then relaxing as he worked in a little more, then a little more, until I was stuffed full.

“Jesus Christ,” I whispered. “You’re… oh my God.”

He went slow, fucking me with just the tip at first, then gradually deeper. Every inch sent sparks through my body, pleasure edged with pain that quickly melted away. It was perfect. I wanted to cry and scream at the same time.

He looked down at me, sweat beading on his forehead. “You okay?”

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

He groaned and started to move, hips rolling, the weight of him pinning me down. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held on for dear life, each thrust sending me higher.

Ryan’s cock was so thick it felt like he was splitting me open in the best possible way. Every slow thrust dragged along my walls, pressing against places I didn’t even know existed. I was so full I could barely breathe, my pussy stretched tight around his girth, fluttering and clenching as it tried to adjust to his size. The pressure was intense, bordering on too much, but the pleasure that followed each deep stroke made my toes curl and my eyes roll back.

“Fuck, Emma… you’re so tight,” he groaned. He pulled back until just the fat head remained inside me, then sank in again, deeper this time, until I felt his hips press against mine and the head of his cock nudged my cervix. The deep, throbbing fullness made my whole lower belly feel warm and heavy.

I moaned loudly, shamelessly, my nails digging into his back. “It’s so big… I can feel you everywhere.”

He started fucking faster, long, powerful strokes that made my breasts bounce and my breath hitch. The wet, filthy sound of his thick cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy filled the room: a constant slap-slap-slap that mixed with my desperate moans and his low grunts. Every time he bottomed out, a spark of pleasure shot through my core, building higher and hotter.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. The new angle let him grind against my g-spot with every thrust. My clit throbbed, my pussy clenched around him, and the pressure inside me kept mounting, tighter and tighter, like a coil ready to snap.

“Harder, Ryan… please,” I begged, voice breaking. “I want all of it.”

He growled and fucked me harder, hips slamming against me, driving his huge cock as deep as it would go. The headboard banged against the wall. My juices coated his balls and dripped down my ass with every thrust. I felt so full, so stretched, so completely owned by him. The pleasure was overwhelming. It started in my core and spread outward, making my thighs shake and my vision blur.

“I’m close,” I gasped, barely able to form words. “Don’t stop… I’m gonna cum so hard…”

And then the orgasm hit me hard. My whole body seized up. My pussy clamped down around his massive cock, pulsing and fluttering wildly. Waves of intense pleasure crashed through me, starting deep in my core and exploding outward. My toes curled, my back arched off the bed, and I cried out his name as my orgasm ripped through me. It felt like my entire body was lighting up from the inside: deep, throbbing contractions that milked his cock, mixed with sharp, electric sparks that made my legs tremble uncontrollably. I’d never cum this hard in my life. It kept rolling through me, longer and stronger than anything I’d felt before, all because of how deep and thick he was.

“Fuck, Emma… I’m gonna cum,” Ryan groaned, voice strained.

With a deep, guttural moan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. I felt every powerful pulse as thick, hot ropes of cum erupted deep inside my pussy, flooding my womb. He kept thrusting through it, grinding against me, pumping load after load into me. The sensation of him cumming raw inside me, so much cum, so deep, sent me spiraling into another smaller orgasm. I could feel it leaking out around his cock, warm and slick, as he kept moving, claiming me completely.

We stayed locked together, panting, his cock still buried deep inside me as the last spurts drained into me. I felt so full, so claimed, so perfectly satisfied.

Ryan kissed me softly, forehead resting against mine. “You okay?” he whispered.

I smiled, dazed and glowing. “I think you just ruined me for anyone else.”

He chuckled and kissed me again, still buried inside me. “Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

Pulling out, he got up, grabbed a towel and cleaned me off, then collapsed next to me, pulling me into his arms.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, kissing my hair.

I buried my face in his chest, dizzy with an afterglow. I couldn’t believe I’d spent so long pretending size didn’t matter, when all I wanted was to get split open by a guy like Ryan.

I knew, right then, that I’d spend the rest of the summer with him. Or, more accurately, under him. And I couldn’t wait to do it again.

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If you’d told me two months ago I’d spend my last summer after my freshman year of college year obsessing about a guy’s cock, I would have laughed in your face. Or maybe, depending on how well we knew each other, I’d have blushed and changed the subject and then overanalyzed what you meant by that for a week straight. At nineteen, I was not the type of girl who sat around thinking about dick. At least, I didn’t think so.

My history, such as it was, didn’t give me much to go on. There’d been Kevin, my first boyfriend, who was sweet, skinny, a little less awkward than me, which was saying something. When we finally did it after our first semester at college, I barely felt anything. He was that tiny. The second guy, Jamie, was a better kisser and a worse listener. He liked the idea of me way more than the reality. Also, his dick was, how to put this politely, statistically insignificant, and didn’t do much either. You know how you’re told that size isn’t everything and that it’s all about technique and chemistry? All lies. Two disappointing dicks in, I’d officially joined the Size Does Matter camp, even if I’d die before admitting it out loud.

So when Ryan leaned back against his car after our second date and I felt his bulge press hard into my thigh, I had a minor existential crisis. It was the kind of cock that left a shadow in the streetlight, even through his loose Adidas joggers. He was twenty, a year older than me. I remember thinking, it’s probably just a trick of the light. But then he shifted, and I felt the weight of it and suddenly my pussy became wet and I forgot my own name for a full five seconds.

Now, a week later, I was standing in his kitchen, sweating through my new sundress and trying to act normal while he cut up strawberries for the sangria he’d promised to make. I watched his strong hands, fingers blunt at the tips, and all I could think about was how they’d felt sliding up my thigh on our last date. Or, more accurately, how it felt to press up against him and realize that everything I’d guessed was not only true but maybe even undersold. Although, we hadn’t gone any further than making out, which disappointed me. Hopefully, today would be different.

“So,” he said, arranging the berries in the pitcher like a food network host, “what are your plans for today, other than day-drinking and humoring my attempts at adulting?”

“Um. That’s pretty much it,” I said. I tried to sound light, but my voice came out a little high. My body was already a mess: nipples hard, thighs slick and heart hammering like I’d mainlined cold brew.

Ryan turned around and leaned against the counter, arms crossed, shirt stretched tight over his shoulders. His smile was unfair. “You sure? You look like you’re scheming something.”

Fuck … Was I that obvious? “Maybe I’m just nervous you’ll poison me with your artisanal sangria.”

He gave me a look. “I’m a trained professional. I watched two whole YouTube videos.” He slid the pitcher into the fridge and came to stand in front of me. “You’re adorable when you’re anxious, Em.”

I rolled my eyes, but inside I was melting. “You barely know me,” I protested, which was technically true. We’d only gone on three dates, all of them with just enough physical escalation to make me lose sleep after.

“True,” he said. He reached out and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, fingertips grazing my cheek. My knees nearly buckled. “But I want to.”

I had no comeback for that, so I just stared up at him, fighting the urge to kiss him first. I’d never initiated with a guy. But something about Ryan made me reckless in ways I hadn’t even realized I wanted to be.

He made the decision for me, thank God, by closing the gap and kissing me slow and deep, hands on my waist. It was perfect. My arms went around his neck, and I pressed into him, and there it was again … his cock, hard and heavy, slotted right up against me through his shorts. I made a sound in my throat and he grinned into the kiss, his hands tightening on my hips.

“You wanna go to my room?” he whispered against my ear.

My whole body shivered. “Yeah,” I said, barely louder than a breath.

He took my hand and led me down the hall. I was very aware that we were alone; his parents had left for the weekend, a fact I’d triple-checked earlier that morning. He closed the door behind us and, for a second, we just stood there, staring. I felt like I was about to detonate.

Then he pulled me in and kissed me again, backing me up until my legs hit the bed. He pushed me gently, and I landed with a little bounce, legs sprawled. He kicked off his sneakers and came over me, hands braced on either side of my hips.

“God, you’re cute,” he said, lips trailing down my neck. His hands found my thighs, sliding the hem of my dress up so he could grip the bare skin. His thumbs dug in, just a little, and it was enough to make me gasp.

“You too,” I said, and he laughed.

His mouth worked its way up my neck to my jaw, then back to my lips, and he kissed me until I was dizzy. Then, without warning, he slid his hand up higher, fingers grazing the edge of my panties. I moaned like I was in a porn movie. It was embarrassing and perfect. I was so wet I could feel it through the fabric.

He ran a finger along the seam, testing, and then pressed in a little. “Jesus, Em. You’re soaked.”

I was dying, but I couldn’t stop. “You, um, have that effect on me.”

He pulled back and grinned, the kind of grin that meant trouble. “Yeah? What about me does it?”

I blushed so hard my ears felt hot. “I don’t know. You’re just really—” I broke off, not wanting to sound like a size-obsessed perv, even if I wasn’t a hundred percent sure yet.

He raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”

“Big,” I blurted.

“How do you know?”

I blushed hard. “I think I’ve felt it.”

He made a low sound, somewhere between a chuckle and a growl. “Yeah? You like that?”

I covered my face with my hands. “Oh my God.”

He pried my hands away, still grinning. “You’re not the first to notice.” He leaned in. “But you might be my favorite.”

I wanted to die, or maybe just crawl under him and never leave. He kissed me again, then started pulling off my dress. It got stuck on my shoulders, and we both laughed trying to wriggle it over my head. When it finally came off, I was left in my bra and panties, which was cute, but not “I planned to get naked today” cute.

He looked me over, eyes darkening. “Fuck, you’re hot.”

I wanted to believe him, so I did. I let him unclasp my bra and slide my panties down, and then I was naked on his bed, skin prickling with anticipation.

He stripped down, too, quick and easy. His chest was broad, pecs and abs in sharp relief, and below the waistband of his shorts, the outline of his cock was clear as day. When he took them off, it sprang free, thick and long, angling up toward his belly button. My jaw dropped. It was actually bigger than I’d imagined. It was porn-star huge. The head was fat, the shaft veined and flushed dark. My mouth watered just looking at it.

He saw my reaction and smirked. “Still think you can handle it?”

The honest answer was I had no idea. “Only one way to find out.”

He slid onto the bed next to me, propped on one elbow. “You ever give a blowjob before?” he asked, tone gentle, not judgy.

“Once,” I admitted, thinking back to Jamie and the five minutes of awkwardness that felt like forever. “It wasn’t… very memorable.”

He laughed. “No pressure. But if you want to…”

I nodded, feeling equal parts nervous and desperate. I wanted to taste him, wanted to wrap my lips around that cock and see what it did to me.

He rolled onto his back, and I moved down between his legs. Up close, it was even more intimidating … fat and pulsing, the head shiny with precum. I wrapped my fingers around the base and tried to stroke him, but I could only get a little more than half my hand around it. I licked the head tentatively, tasting salt and skin, then licked again.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned, hand finding the back of my head. He didn’t push, just held me there, fingers gentle in my hair.

I opened my mouth and took the head in, tongue swirling around the ridge. It stretched my lips wide, but I kept going, taking more, working my hand up and down what my mouth couldn’t reach. I gagged once, a little, but he shushed me, soothing, telling me to go slow.

“That’s it. Take your time, babe.”

His voice made my whole body clench. I bobbed my head, letting my spit coat the shaft, then pulled off with a pop, catching my breath. “It’s so big,” I said, awe in my voice.

He grinned, pride all over his face. “You’re doing amazing.”

I went back down, this time licking up and down the length, then sucking the head, working my tongue in circles. I got braver, wetter, sloppier, and he started breathing harder, hips twitching up just a little.

“Fuck, Emma, you keep that up and I’m gonna lose it,” he said, voice strangled.

I pulled off and looked up at him, lips tingling and cheeks flushed. “I want you to come in me,” I said, surprised at my own words. “Like, inside.”

His pupils blew wide. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” I wanted to feel all of it, his cock, his cum, the stretch and the fullness. I wanted to see if I could take it.

He guided me up to his lap, kissing me hard, tasting himself on my mouth. Then he rolled us so I was underneath, legs spread, his cock pressed against my thigh.

He slid a finger inside me first, testing. “You’re so wet, babe,” he murmured. “You ready?”

“Please,” I said, louder than I meant to.

He lined up, the head pressing against my entrance. I felt a flare of nerves, what if I couldn’t do it? What if he didn’t fit? But then he pushed in, slow and careful, and the stretch was insane, like nothing I’d ever felt. I gasped, body tensing, then relaxing as he worked in a little more, then a little more, until I was stuffed full.

“Jesus Christ,” I whispered. “You’re… oh my God.”

He went slow, fucking me with just the tip at first, then gradually deeper. Every inch sent sparks through my body, pleasure edged with pain that quickly melted away. It was perfect. I wanted to cry and scream at the same time.

He looked down at me, sweat beading on his forehead. “You okay?”

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

He groaned and started to move, hips rolling, the weight of him pinning me down. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held on for dear life, each thrust sending me higher.

Ryan’s cock was so thick it felt like he was splitting me open in the best possible way. Every slow thrust dragged along my walls, pressing against places I didn’t even know existed. I was so full I could barely breathe, my pussy stretched tight around his girth, fluttering and clenching as it tried to adjust to his size. The pressure was intense, bordering on too much, but the pleasure that followed each deep stroke made my toes curl and my eyes roll back.

“Fuck, Emma… you’re so tight,” he groaned. He pulled back until just the fat head remained inside me, then sank in again, deeper this time, until I felt his hips press against mine and the head of his cock nudged my cervix. The deep, throbbing fullness made my whole lower belly feel warm and heavy.

I moaned loudly, shamelessly, my nails digging into his back. “It’s so big… I can feel you everywhere.”

He started fucking faster, long, powerful strokes that made my breasts bounce and my breath hitch. The wet, filthy sound of his thick cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy filled the room: a constant slap-slap-slap that mixed with my desperate moans and his low grunts. Every time he bottomed out, a spark of pleasure shot through my core, building higher and hotter.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. The new angle let him grind against my g-spot with every thrust. My clit throbbed, my pussy clenched around him, and the pressure inside me kept mounting, tighter and tighter, like a coil ready to snap.

“Harder, Ryan… please,” I begged, voice breaking. “I want all of it.”

He growled and fucked me harder, hips slamming against me, driving his huge cock as deep as it would go. The headboard banged against the wall. My juices coated his balls and dripped down my ass with every thrust. I felt so full, so stretched, so completely owned by him. The pleasure was overwhelming. It started in my core and spread outward, making my thighs shake and my vision blur.

“I’m close,” I gasped, barely able to form words. “Don’t stop… I’m gonna cum so hard…”

And then the orgasm hit me hard. My whole body seized up. My pussy clamped down around his massive cock, pulsing and fluttering wildly. Waves of intense pleasure crashed through me, starting deep in my core and exploding outward. My toes curled, my back arched off the bed, and I cried out his name as my orgasm ripped through me. It felt like my entire body was lighting up from the inside: deep, throbbing contractions that milked his cock, mixed with sharp, electric sparks that made my legs tremble uncontrollably. I’d never cum this hard in my life. It kept rolling through me, longer and stronger than anything I’d felt before, all because of how deep and thick he was.

“Fuck, Emma… I’m gonna cum,” Ryan groaned, voice strained.

With a deep, guttural moan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. I felt every powerful pulse as thick, hot ropes of cum erupted deep inside my pussy, flooding my womb. He kept thrusting through it, grinding against me, pumping load after load into me. The sensation of him cumming raw inside me, so much cum, so deep, sent me spiraling into another smaller orgasm. I could feel it leaking out around his cock, warm and slick, as he kept moving, claiming me completely.

We stayed locked together, panting, his cock still buried deep inside me as the last spurts drained into me. I felt so full, so claimed, so perfectly satisfied.

Ryan kissed me softly, forehead resting against mine. “You okay?” he whispered.

I smiled, dazed and glowing. “I think you just ruined me for anyone else.”

He chuckled and kissed me again, still buried inside me. “Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

Pulling out, he got up, grabbed a towel and cleaned me off, then collapsed next to me, pulling me into his arms.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, kissing my hair.

I buried my face in his chest, dizzy with an afterglow. I couldn’t believe I’d spent so long pretending size didn’t matter, when all I wanted was to get split open by a guy like Ryan.

I knew, right then, that I’d spend the rest of the summer with him. Or, more accurately, under him. And I couldn’t wait to do it again.

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I woke up alone in my bed, sheets cold, the faintest trace of my husband’s aftershave the only sign he’d ever shared this bed with me. He’d left for work hours ago, an early flight to Vegas for a mergers conference, three days of top-floor hotel meetings and executive steak dinners.

We’d been married for half a year, and it’d been nearly a month since he’d even tried to fuck me. Not that I blamed him. Work was always first. I’d married him for stability, not stamina. Still, I was thirty-eight, not dead. My skin still flushed in the morning light, my hips still arched into the mattress, and the ache between my thighs was as insistent and needy as it had been at sixteen.

This morning, though, the hunger had a different edge. I let my mind drift to my stepson, Ryan. Last night, I’d done my workout from the living room, I’d caught him watching me from the terrace, and I’d seen a massive tent in his shorts.

At nineteen, Ryan was in college. He was quite attractive with short blonde hair and shiny blue eyes. He was also an athlete. I knew he had a girlfriend, who I was a bit jealous of, but it just made him so much more attractive.

Just thinking about him left me damp, and after so long without having my needs met, I decided I’d seduce him. Last night, he got his erection from someone, and it had to be me.

I rose from bed and looked at myself in the mirror. I had honey-blonde hair still glossy, breasts full and high from genetics and a gym habit, skin smooth and just faintly gold. I was tall, nearly 5’11” barefoot, hips curved generously, ass round and perfect for tight dresses. Even after two decades of model diets and pilates, I still looked like a swimsuit spread come to life.

If my husband wanted to leave me unattended, I could find my own entertainment.

I went to the bathroom and took a shower. The water revived me, scrubbed away the guilt and left only anticipation. I spent extra time on my hair, blow-drying it into loose, beachy waves that framed my face. I chose my makeup carefully: a pop of coral gloss, lashes curled, just enough bronzer to glow. For a second, I debated whether it was too much effort for a day of working from home and then decided there was no such thing.

Back in the bedroom, I opened the wardrobe and surveyed my arsenal. Sexy was easy, but today called for tactical nuclear. I bypassed the designer lounge sets and went straight for the tiny white bikini, the one that was barely legal in three states, the one my husband hated because it made me look desperate. I’d bought it on a whim, dared myself to wear it to the country club pool, then chickened out. But here, now, it was perfect for my mission. I shimmied it on, tugging the triangle cups over my breasts until my nipples were one wrong move from popping free. The bottoms were almost nonexistent, sitting high on my hips and snug enough to make every movement a gamble.

I checked myself in the full-length mirror, twisting to get the full 360. My breasts looked even bigger than usual, round and perky, the deep V of my cleavage a roadmap to sin. My waist nipped in sharply, my stomach flat, the gold curve of my hips leading to a perfect ass that strained the strings. If Ryan didn’t notice, he was either blind or gay, and I was ninety-nine percent sure he was neither.

For the finishing touch, I grabbed a pair of white Ray-Bans, picked up a glass of fresh-squeezed juice, and headed out to the terrace.

Ryan was already there, sprawled across a lounge chair, feet up on the table, wearing nothing but electric blue swim trunks. His phone was in his hand, thumb flicking lazily through TikTok videos. I took a moment to admire him: six-foot-something, sun-bleached hair, jawline sharp and chest broad and fuzzed with the lightest dusting of gold. His legs were long, muscled, and tanned from weeks of soccer camp. He looked more like a lifeguard than a college sophomore. My pussy clenched, automatic and immediate.

I slid into the chair beside him, making sure my thigh brushed against his. He glanced up, eyes hidden by his own shades, and I felt the heat of his gaze linger on my body.

“Morning,” he said. His voice was a little rough, like he’d just woken up. It made me want to hear him say my name in bed.

“Morning, babe,” I said, letting my lips linger over the straw as I sipped. “Enjoying your summer so far?”

He shrugged, putting the phone down. “It’s fine. Classes start in a month. Sabrina wants to go to Mexico before then, but…” He trailed off, looking suddenly uncomfortable.

I smiled, tilting my body toward him so the sunlight lit up my skin. “But what?”

He shrugged again, fingers drumming on the armrest. “Nothing. Just… money’s tight. Flights are expensive.”

I reached over and squeezed his hand, motherly but with just enough pressure to be something more. “You know your dad and I would be happy to help, right? It’s not like we’re hurting.”

He blushed, a faint pink rising over his cheeks and down his neck. “Yeah, I know. Thanks.”

I watched his throat bob as he swallowed. He stole a glance at my breasts, then darted his eyes away. I pretended not to notice, but inside I did a victory lap.

“Anyway,” I said, “you should make the most of these last few weeks. Pool days, lazy mornings, all the stuff you’ll miss once you’re back at school.”

He grinned, relaxing a little. “You sound like Sabrina. She’s been bugging me to go hiking, but it’s too hot.”

I leaned back, stretching my arms over my head so the bikini rode higher on my ribs and the motion pushed my breasts up. “She’s a lucky girl. I bet you look amazing in hiking shorts.”

Ryan laughed, but it was a little shaky. “I guess. Not really my thing, though.”

“Maybe you just need a better hiking partner.” I let that hang, then dropped my arm to rest on his thigh, casual as a cat.

He stiffened, then shifted a little closer, his knee almost touching mine. If he noticed my hand, he didn’t say anything. But I noticed him shifting again, subtly, as if trying to hide something in his lap. I glanced down and saw it: the faint outline of a morning wood, thick and clear under the thin nylon.

My pussy throbbed, and I almost moaned out loud. He looked at my cleavage again, longer this time. I shifted, giving him a better view, then acted like I didn’t notice. “I’ve been thinking about getting back into working out,” I said, letting my voice dip a little. “But I pulled something in my leg yesterday. It’s killing me.”

He bit his lip, looked away. “You want me to, um… get you an ice pack?”

“I was hoping for something more… hands-on.” I slid my hand to the inside of my thigh and squeezed, letting my fingertips creep dangerously close to the edge of my bikini.

Ryan stared. “Like, massage?”

“Uh-huh.” I widened my eyes, playful but earnest. “Would you? I promise it’s not weird. I trust you.”

His ears went bright red. “Uh, yeah, sure. If you want.”

I turned in my chair, swinging my legs onto his lap. My thighs landed on either side of his, bare skin on bare skin. I placed his hand on my inner thigh, right where the ache was strongest. He started rubbing, his touch feather-light. It felt good, better than I’d expected, and I let my knees drift a little farther apart.

“Harder,” I breathed, squeezing his hand. “Don’t be afraid.”

He dug his thumbs in, working slow circles up and down the muscle. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes, arching my hips a little. I could feel the heat of his cock through the swim trunks, pressing up against my calf.

I let out a soft, genuine moan. “God, that feels amazing. You have really strong hands.”

He froze at the sound, then started again, this time moving higher, close enough that his fingers brushed the bottom edge of my bikini. The world contracted to his touch: the way his knuckles grazed the soft skin of my thigh, the shiver that ran up my spine every time he got too close to my pussy.

After a minute, I let out a sigh. “Now the other side,” I whispered, and twisted my hips so his hand brushed my crotch. I could feel the wetness soaking through the white fabric, almost daring him to look.

He switched hands, kneading higher and higher, his breathing a little ragged now. I shifted again, making sure my bikini bottom rode up until it was practically a string. When he brushed the tiniest patch of bare, shaved skin, his thumb jerked away like he’d touched fire.

I opened my eyes and caught him staring, face stunned and hungry. “Sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean—”

“Don’t be,” I said. “You’re helping me. It feels so, so good.” I lifted his hand and placed it back on my leg, higher this time, letting my pinky graze the hard line of his cock through the trunks.

He whimpered, and a fresh pulse of wetness soaked the crotch of my bikini. My plan was working better than I’d hoped.

I waited until he relaxed a little, then leaned forward, chest almost in his face. “Would you mind doing my shoulders, too?” I asked, pouting. “I’m so tense. The jets in the hot tub don’t really do the trick.”

He nodded, looking dazed, and I rotated so my back was to him, thighs still draped over his. He started kneading my shoulders, awkward at first then more confident. I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back onto his chest, my hair spilling over his forearm. The pose was intimate, almost like lovers, and I let my hands rest on his thighs, fingers splayed.

His hands drifted down, massaging the top swell of my breasts, just over the thin triangle of fabric. When he brushed my nipple, already stiff and begging for touch, I let out a real moan.

He stopped, panic in his voice. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, baby,” I whispered, reaching up to cup his hand over my tit. “You’re making me feel better than I have in months.” I squeezed his hand, making him knead my breast through the bikini. The heat between my legs was almost unbearable.

He squeezed again, harder this time, and my whole body shivered.

I turned to face him, our noses almost touching. He looked terrified and horny, a deer caught in headlights and loving every second.

“You’re such a good boy,” I whispered. “I should reward you.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but I put a finger over his lips. “Shhh,” I said. “Let me show you.”

With one hand, I untied the top of my bikini, letting my breasts fall free. They jiggled with the sudden release, nipples dark and pebbled in the cool air. His eyes went round, jaw dropping. I took his hand and placed it on my bare breast, guiding his palm to knead and explore.

“See? Skin-to-skin works so much better,” I teased, biting my lip.

He was trembling, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he cupped both my tits, thumbing the nipples, rolling and squeezing. It felt so good, I arched into him, rubbing my bare chest against his hands.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered in awe.

“You can touch me wherever you want,” I replied. “But I think it would be a bit more comfortable if you’re on top.”

I stood, pulling him up with me, then lay back on the lounge chair, spreading my legs so he could kneel between them. My bikini bottoms were see-through now, the white fabric gone almost transparent with wetness. I hooked my thumbs in the strings and slid them off, tossing them aside.

His eyes widened as he stared at my pussy, shaved bare, lips puffy and glistening.

“Touch me,” I said. “Just like you did my thigh. Don’t be afraid.”

He reached out, fingers shaking, and brushed my slit. I moaned, arching my back, and he stroked again. He found my clit and circled it, watching my face for feedback. I smiled at him, stroking his arm, guiding him to rub harder.

“Good boy,” I praised, and his cock jerked inside his trunks.

I reached for his waistband, tugged the trunks down his thighs. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and beautiful, veins bulging, head flushed almost purple. I stared at it, openly, licking my lips.

“You’re so big,” I said, honestly amazed.

He blushed again, but pride flickered in his eyes. “Really?”

I nodded. “You have no idea what that does to a woman.”

He stroked my pussy as I stroked his cock, both of us learning each other, gasping and moaning in sync. He was leaking already, clear fluid beading at the tip. I thumbed it, spreading it over the head, and he shivered.

“Do you want to fuck me?” I asked, low and wicked.

He nodded, desperate. “God, yes.”

I spread my legs wider, hooking one ankle behind his back. “Then do it. I want you to.”

He lined up, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I was so wet he slid in easily, inch by inch, stretching me deliciously. He gasped, and I did too.

“Slow,” I whispered. “Take your time. Enjoy it.”

He did, fucking me in slow, deep strokes, watching my face for every reaction. His hands found my tits, kneading them as he moved. I clung to his shoulders, nails digging in, the pleasure building until I thought I’d break.

God, it felt different with a younger man. Ryan was so hard, so excited and so alive. His cock was thick and rigid in a way my husband’s hadn’t been in years. Every thrust stretched me open with a delicious burn that melted into pure bliss. He wasn’t just going through the motions; he was hungry for me. I could feel the raw energy in his hips, the way his abs flexed against my stomach, the youthful stamina that let him keep that perfect flow without tiring.

“Fuck, Alexis… you feel incredible,” he groaned, voice strained with awe.

I moaned loudly, wrapping my legs tighter around him. “Harder, baby. Give it to me. I’ve needed this so badly.”

He obeyed, picking up speed. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the terrace as he drove deeper. My pussy clenched around his thick shaft, gripping every vein and every ridge. The sensation was overwhelming, a younger, harder cock filling me completely, hitting spots my husband had long forgotten. I felt young again, desired and wanted. My breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples tight and sensitive as they rubbed against his chest.

After a few minutes I pushed gently on his chest. “Let me ride you, sweetheart. I want to feel all of you.”

Ryan pulled out with a wet sound and lay back on the wide lounge chair. I straddled him eagerly, my knees on either side of his hips. I gripped his slick cock, thick and glistening with my juices, and slowly sank down onto it. The stretch was even more intense from this angle. I gasped as I took him inch by inch, my walls fluttering around his girth until I was fully seated, my ass resting against his thighs.

“Oh my god…” I breathed, rolling my hips experimentally. “You’re so deep like this.”

I started riding him, slow at first, enjoying the way his thick cock dragged along my inner walls with every rise and fall. Ryan’s hands gripped my hips, then moved up to squeeze my bouncing tits. I leaned forward, letting my honey-blonde hair curtain around us as I rode him harder, grinding my clit against his pelvis on every downstroke.

“You’re so tight,” he said, eyes locked on where we were joined. “I can’t believe this is happening…”

I smiled down at him, riding faster now, my breasts swaying heavily. “This is what a real woman feels like, baby. Take it all.”

The pleasure built quickly. I could feel another orgasm rising, hot and urgent. Ryan thrust up to meet me, his hands squeezing my ass, helping me bounce on his cock. I came hard, crying out as my pussy spasmed around him, juices coating his shaft and balls.

Before the waves fully faded, I climbed off and turned around on all fours, arching my back and presenting my ass to him.

“Fuck me like this,” I begged, looking back over my shoulder. “Hard. I want to feel you lose control.”

Ryan didn’t hesitate. He knelt behind me, gripped my hips, and slammed back inside in one powerful thrust. I moaned loudly as he filled me again. This position let him go even deeper. He started pounding me, his hips slapping loudly against my ass with every brutal stroke.

His younger cock felt endless, driving into me with raw power and stamina I hadn’t experienced in years. Each hard thrust jolted through my body, making my tits swing and my pussy clench greedily around him. I pushed back to meet him, moaning shamelessly.

“Yes, Ryan! Harder, fuck your stepmom harder!”

He growled and obliged, gripping my hips tighter and pounding me with deep, punishing strokes. The wet, filthy sounds of our bodies echoed across the terrace. My third orgasm hit like a freight train, ripping through me as I cried out, my walls pulsing violently around his cock.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, voice breaking.

With a deep, guttural moan Ryan buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded my pussy in powerful jets. I could feel every pulse, every rope painting my walls as he emptied himself deep inside me. The sensation of being filled raw by my own stepson sent me spiraling into another shuddering aftershock.

He stayed buried deep, both of us panting and trembling. Finally, he gently pulled out, a thick trickle of his cum leaking down my thigh.

I collapsed onto the lounge chair, glowing and satisfied in a way I hadn’t felt in years. Ryan lay beside me, pulling me into his arms.

After a minute, I kissed his forehead and stroked his hair.

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” I whispered. “It’s our secret, okay?”

He nodded, still dazed.

“But if you want to do it again…” I grinned, “you know where to find me.”

He smiled, and for the first time all summer, I felt wanted. I held him close, already craving more.

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Some addictions develop so slowly you don’t notice them until they’re a part of you, like how scrolling your phone just becomes what you do when you’re bored. But my addiction to Sarah’s ass was sudden, and it wrecked my every waking thought from the moment my dad brought her home and introduced her as his “fiancée, isn’t she something, son?” I was eighteen, old enough to be unfazed, but the first time she hugged me, I felt her chest press against mine and my fingers barely brushed the round shelf of her ass. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from making a noise.

That was four months ago. They were married now, Dad’s second time, her first. And on top of it, he traveled a lot for work. And she didn’t, which meant plenty of alone time with me and my stepmom.

I spent most of my days and a good chunk of my nights thinking about her. When people say someone is “curvy,” it’s usually code for “not skinny,” or sometimes even “fat.” But Sarah? She looked like someone had imported her from the world’s filthiest cartoonist. Her waist was toned. But above it, her tits were huge, natural, heavy D-cups that hung and jiggled when she moved, nipples always visible through whatever she wore. But it was the lower hemisphere that obsessed me: her hips flared out like some prehistoric fertility goddess, and her ass was just … there wasn’t an adjective strong enough. Calling it juicy was an insult. It was monstrous, an avalanche of womanly flesh, high and round, but so thick and soft that it wobbled even when she walked slow. If I closed my eyes and tried to conjure the platonic ideal of “ass,” Sarah’s would still outclass it by a mile.

Which meant living in the same house as her was a long, humiliating exercise in self-control. She was always around. Not like some TV stepmom who kept to her own wing. She liked talking, liked having me nearby, liked doing stuff together, like she wanted to prove that we were a real family. I did my best to not stare, or at least not get caught, but I sucked at it. She always seemed to know when I was looking. Sometimes she’d just smile, sometimes she’d pretend not to notice, but more and more lately, I’d catch her glancing at me, almost as if she liked it.

My memory is a highlight reel of her ass in motion. There was the time she was doing yoga in the living room, following along with a video in tight, sky-blue leggings. I’d come in from the garage and just about died. She was in downward dog, hands spread on the carpet and her ass pointed straight at me, stretching the spandex so hard the fabric almost looked see-through. I’d frozen in the doorway. She’d glanced between her legs, smiled at me upside-down, and said, “Join me, Alex?” as if she didn’t know she was close to giving me a heart attack. Her voice was soft and throaty, always laced with mischief. I said I was just grabbing water and bailed, but not before catching another second or two of the way her cheeks stretched and her thighs rippled. I had to jerk off twice that day just to keep it together.

Or the mornings she made breakfast. She’d wear these short, silky robes over nothing at all, and every time she reached up for a pan or bent over to get something from the lower cabinet, the robe would ride up, exposing the under-curve of her butt and the backs of her thighs. I swear she must have known, but she never called me on it. Sometimes she’d tease, like the day she “accidentally” dropped a spatula and bent at the waist to pick it up, wiggling her hips just a little as if she were dancing for me. I felt my face burn and left the room, but the sight looped in my head the rest of the day.

Or the nights she padded up the stairs ahead of me, bare feet on the hardwood, her hips swaying side to side in slow, exaggerated arcs. No matter what she wore: yoga pants, a summer dress, just a t-shirt, it always hugged her body so tight the outline of her thong or boyshorts was visible. If she was aware that I trailed her, she never let on. She never brought up my constant staring. But sometimes I thought I caught a little extra bounce, a little deliberate pause halfway up, her head angled just enough to catch my reaction out of the corner of her eye.

I tried dating, once. Went out with a girl from my math class, nice enough, but she was built like a popsicle stick. I spent most of the night pretending to listen, comparing her to Sarah and then felt like shit about it. We made out in my car for a while and she wanted to go further, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the way Sarah’s ass moved when she climbed onto a barstool at the kitchen island, or the little wiggle she’d add when she stretched in the morning. I felt like a pervert. I broke it off after two weeks.

Things came to a head one Saturday night, in the weird, empty lull between my dad leaving on a business trip and the start of my first college finals. Sarah said we should have a “relaxing movie night,” and she made popcorn and poured wine, insisting that “one glass won’t hurt your GPA.” I said yes, obviously, because I was terminally obsessed and physically incapable of refusing her.

She was wearing these tiny heather-gray sleep shorts and a white tank top that barely contained her boobs, her hair loose and shiny and her feet bare. The shorts were high-cut enough that they barely covered her cheeks, and when she sat down cross-legged on the sofa, one thigh pressed against mine, her ass spilled out the side. She tucked her feet under my leg and leaned into me, her body warm and soft, the scent of her skin thick and floral and a little spicy. My cock stirred instantly.

We watched some dumb comedy, and she kept laughing, bumping against me every time something funny happened. She’d run her fingers through her hair, stretch her arms overhead, or pull her knees to her chest, making the shorts ride higher and higher. Halfway through the movie, she leaned forward to pour more wine, and her chest practically fell out of her shirt. When she sat back, I saw a smudge of popcorn butter on her breast, just above the nipple, and had to will myself not to stare. She must have caught me looking, because she smiled and licked it off with the tip of her tongue, eyes locked on mine.

I shifted my legs, trying to hide the tent in my mesh shorts, but I was way past the point of concealment. My cock was diamond-hard, pressing awkwardly up my waistband. Sarah glanced down, then back at my face, her lips parted in an amused little smile.

“Getting comfortable?” she asked, voice low, teasing.

I laughed, tried to play it off, but she moved closer, her bare thigh pressed flush to mine, her arm resting lightly on my shoulder.

Twenty minutes later, she managed to accidentally knock over her glass, splashing a red arc of wine across her cushion. She squeaked. “Whoops … mind if I can sit on top of you instead?”

“Uhm, sure,” I said.

I stared, mesmerized, as she lowered her ass right on top of me. Then she shifted onto my lap, her ass now fully planted on my thigh. The shorts rode so far up that I could see a faint line of her thong pressed into the deep, plush crease where her cheeks met her leg. She wriggled, and her hips ground down, slow and heavy, on my thigh. I swallowed hard. If I died right there, it would have been a decent way to go.

“You okay there, Alex?” Her eyes were almost emerald, the color made brighter by the flush in her cheeks.

“I’m fine,” I croaked, every muscle in my body locked up.

She rocked back, settling fully on my lap, her ass blanketing my erection. She didn’t need to move, just the warmth and the weight of her body sent a shiver up my spine, but she did, flexing her hips just enough to create a slow, subtle friction. The fabric of my shorts did nothing to hide how hard I was.

For the rest of the movie, she stayed on me, her body heat making me dizzy, her ass occasionally flexing and shifting as she laughed or moved to grab more popcorn. I kept expecting her to get up, but she just stayed there, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. By the end credits, I was half convinced I was hallucinating.

When the movie ended, she stood up, stretched, and turned to face me. The light from the TV outlined her curves, her nipples poking through the tank, her shorts swallowed by her ass. She looked at my lap, then at my face.

“So,” she said, soft and teasing, “are you going to pretend that didn’t happen?”

I stared at her, caught between mortified and turned on. “I don’t know what you mean,” I lied, very badly.

She laughed, her tits bouncing as she sat on the coffee table across from me, legs spread just wide enough to show the shadow between them.

“Alex, sweetie, you’ve had a boner for, like, an hour. You think I don’t notice?”

I wanted to disappear. “It’s not … I mean—”

She leaned forward, her eyes locked on mine, voice lowering to a purr. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s flattering.” She glanced down, then back up. “Honestly, I’m surprised you made it this long.”

“It’s not just tonight,” I said, surprising myself.

She smiled. “I know. You’re not exactly subtle.”

I swallowed, feeling my cheeks burn.

She tipped her head to the side. “You ever been with a woman, Alex?”

I nodded, then shrugged. “Kind of. Once.”

She grinned. “Let me guess. She didn’t have an ass like mine.”

It felt like a trap, but I shook my head, grinning despite myself. “Not even close.”

She leaned back, her voice soft. “You like it, don’t you? My ass.”

“Yeah. A lot.”

She laughed again. “You’re adorable.”

She stood and came closer, kneeling on the rug in front of me, hands on my knees. The tops of her breasts were an inch from my eyes. She placed her hand over the bulge in my shorts.

“Want to see it?” she asked.

My breath caught. “Yeah.”

She smiled, stood, and turned around, tugging her shorts down slowly, over her hips, letting them fall to her ankles. She wore nothing underneath. Her ass was everything I’d dreamed and more: round and high and smooth, the skin so pale it almost glowed, the crack between her cheeks deep and inviting. She bent at the waist, placing her hands on the coffee table, her legs straight, her cheeks spreading to reveal the tight, pink ring of her asshole and the plush, hairless lips of her pussy below. She looked back at me over her shoulder, green eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Is that what you wanted?” she asked, rocking her hips slowly, making her cheeks ripple and jiggle.

I couldn’t speak. I just nodded.

“Come here,” she said.

I stumbled off the couch, my legs numb, and knelt behind her, not sure what to do but desperate to touch. I reached out, running my hands over the incredible expanse of her cheeks, squeezing them, watching them deform and then snap back into shape. The feel of her was unreal, so soft, so heavy and so alive. I buried my face between her cheeks, inhaling the scent of her skin, and she laughed, low and throaty.

“God, you really are obsessed,” she said.

I didn’t care. I kissed her, dragging my tongue along the seam of her ass, tasting her. She shivered, pushing back against my mouth, and I felt her spread her legs wider, inviting more. I licked up and down, then found her asshole with my tongue, circling it, teasing it and then pushing in, desperate to taste every part of her. She moaned, a real, animal sound, and her hands tightened on the table.

When I came up for air, she looked back at me, cheeks flushed, her hair wild.

“Not bad, for your first time,” she teased. “Now it’s my turn.”

She turned, dropped to her knees, and yanked my shorts down. My cock sprang out, harder than it had ever been in my life, already leaking at the tip. She grinned, wrapped one hand around the shaft, and stroked it slowly, her thumb rubbing circles over the head.

“Jesus, Alex,” she said, genuinely impressed. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

She leaned forward and took me in her mouth, sucking hard, then slow, then hard again, like she was trying to memorize the feel of it. I groaned, unable to help myself, and she looked up at me, eyes bright and happy.

“How far are we going?” I asked her.

she stroked my cock with a grin. “All the way.”

“What about Dad?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh please, he’s always busy and barely pays any attention to me … I need a toy, if you know what I mean.”

She stood up. With a playful smile, she grabbed the hem of her white tank top and pulled it off in one smooth motion. Her massive D-cup breasts spilled free, heavy and swaying, her puffy pink nipples already hard.

“Better?” she asked, shaking her shoulders so her tits jiggled for me.

I nodded, and then she turned around again, and bent over the coffee table, presenting her massive ass to me like an offering. The position made her cheeks spread naturally, revealing everything: her tight pink asshole and the glistening lips of her shaved pussy. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Fuck me, Alex,” she said, looking back over her shoulder with those seductive green eyes. “I know you’ve been dying to.”

I didn’t hesitate. I stepped forward, grabbed her wide hips, and lined up my aching cock with her soaked entrance. In one smooth thrust, I buried myself deep inside her pussy. Sarah moaned loudly, her back arching as her thick ass pressed back against me.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” she gasped.

I groaned at how tight and wet she was. Gripping her soft hips harder, I started fucking her in deep, steady strokes. Her enormous ass rippled and jiggled with every thrust, the heavy cheeks clapping against my pelvis. The sight was hypnotic. I couldn’t stop staring as her ass bounced and shook, the deep cleft between her cheeks spreading every time I drove into her.

I spanked her hard, watching the flesh wobble. Sarah moaned in pleasure and pushed back against me, fucking herself on my cock.

“Harder, baby,” she moaned. “Use stepmommy’s big ass.”

I lost control. I started pounding her harder, my hips slapping loudly against her soft cheeks. I reached forward and grabbed a handful of her long dark hair, pulling just enough to make her arch her back more. Her huge tits swung beneath her as I railed her from behind. The wet, obscene sounds of her pussy taking my cock filled the living room.

After several intense minutes, Sarah pulled forward, letting my cock slip out of her with a wet pop.

“On the couch,” she said. “Sit down.”

I sat back on the sofa. Sarah climbed on top of me in reverse cowgirl, facing away. She reached between her legs, grabbed my slick cock, and slowly lowered her massive ass onto me. I watched in awe as her thick cheeks spread around my shaft, swallowing every inch until her ass was pressed flush against my lap.

“Oh my god…” I groaned, feeling her tight heat envelop me completely.

Sarah started riding me immediately. She leaned forward, hands on my knees, and began bouncing her enormous ass up and down. The view was mind-blowing: her huge, round cheeks rippling and clapping loudly with every drop. She twerked on my cock, short fast movements that made her ass shake violently.

“You like that, baby?” she purred, looking back at me. “You like watching stepmommy’s big fat ass bounce on your cock?”

“Yes,” I moaned, my hands gripping her soft hips. “It’s perfect… so fucking perfect.”

She rode me faster, her ass cheeks jiggling wildly. I spanked her repeatedly, watching the red handprints appear on her pale skin. Sarah moaned louder, grinding back on me in circles.

I could feel my orgasm building fast. The sight of her massive ass working up and down my cock was too much.

“I’m gonna cum,” I warned, voice strained.

“Fill me up, Alex. Give stepmommy everything.”

That pushed me over the edge. I thrust up hard, burying myself as deep as possible inside her, and exploded. Thick ropes of cum shot deep into her pussy as her ass kept milking me. Sarah moaned loudly, grinding down on me through my orgasm, her cheeks pressed firmly against my lap.

When I finally stopped pulsing, she stayed seated on me, slowly rolling her hips in lazy circles, enjoying the feeling. She looked back at me with a satisfied, mischievous smile, her hair messy and her cheeks flushed.

“Good boy,” she whispered, giving her ass one last playful wiggle around my sensitive cock. She came off my cock, which landed with a smack against my belly. Her pussy gaped open for a moment before slowly closing, and she turned around, kissed my cheek softly, and whispered, “This stays between us, baby. But whenever your dad’s away… stepmommy’s big ass is all yours.”

I smiled, already knowing I was completely addicted.

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It was a Monday, which meant traffic, and at least three voicemails from my wife, Jolie, reminding me about random things I’d probably forget anyway. What made the day bearable was the knowledge that at six, I’d be home, kicked back, and maybe, if I was lucky, greeted by the aroma of vanilla and caramelized sugar that Sofi, my stepdaughter, seemed to summon just by existing.

Nineteen, barely out of high school, a sophomore now, and already baking like she was auditioning for Food Network. It was a running joke that when Jolie and I moved in together, her and her daughter, my new family, as if a few signatures made us less like strangers, that Sofi was the real wife. Jolie’s career as a dental administrator paid the bills, sure, but it was Sofi who made the house smell like home.

The second I opened the door, I got blitzed by the scent. Not just sugar, something richer and more dangerous, like the aftertaste of sin. I followed it, dumped my keys in the bowl and ducked into the kitchen.

Sofi had her back to me, hips swaying with the music. She wore a navy skirt, too short for anyone pretending to be an adult, and a white tee that clung to her chest. Her chestnut hair hung loose, tips brushing her shoulders every time she leaned over the counter.

Sofi was built like a Disney princess who’d gotten lost in an Instagram filter: soft arms, smooth legs, and a little gap where her thighs met that begged to be stared at and regretted later. I tried not to notice, but that had stopped working about five months ago.

She caught me lurking and spun around, face breaking into a smile. “You’re home early! I made pies.”

“Cream pies?” The word came out more loaded than I meant.

Sofi grinned like she knew it, too. “Duh, banana for you, chocolate for me. I know you don’t like things too sweet.” She said this as if I hadn’t finished an entire pack of Oreos last week. “Wanna try?”

There’s a kind of domestic intimacy in being fed dessert by a girl half your age, especially when the girl is your stepdaughter. She had a spatula loaded with pie filling, and before I could protest, she offered it up to my lips.

“Here, taste.”

Her voice was sweet, and I couldn’t resist her. I took the bite, ignoring the tremor in my hand as the sweetness coated my tongue. “Not bad,” I said, swallowing.

She rolled her eyes. “You’re the worst liar.”

It stung how good she was at reading me. Sofi cocked her head, her eyes wide and warm, a little sad. “Rough day?”

“Just work stuff,” I said, and realized I didn’t want to talk about work, or my boss or any of the shit waiting in my inbox. “But this makes it better.” I gestured at the pie.

She flushed, and I watched the color bloom across her cheeks. She had that girl-next-door kind of beauty, no makeup, just a natural warmth to her skin, and her lips were soft and pink.

“Let’s sit together,” she said. “We haven’t watched anything together in like forever.”

It was true. Lately, I’d been finding ways to avoid the living room after six, mostly because I didn’t trust myself around her. But that was my failing, not hers. I shrugged, tried for casual. “Yeah, sure. I’ll queue something up.”

By the time I collapsed onto the couch, Sofi had two slices plated, a pair of forks and a fleece throw she draped over both our laps. She pressed up next to me, so close our thighs touched, and for a minute I just sat there, smelling the pie and her natural sweet scent.

We watched some dumb dating show, the kind where every contestant looked like they’d been airbrushed by the same bored angel. Sofi’s commentary was brutal and hilarious; I laughed more in fifteen minutes than I had in a week.

But it was the pie that really did me in. Each time she took a bite, she’d close her lips slowly, making this little sound, a satisfied, “Hmmm,” that burrowed into my chest and set up camp there. And then, maybe on accident or maybe not, she’d brush her hand against my leg to steady herself, leaving behind a warmth I could feel even through jeans.

After the first episode, she set her plate aside and turned to face me, tucking her legs up under her. There was a smudge of chocolate on her lip.

“Hey, can I ask something?”

“Of course,” I said.

She chewed her bottom lip, weighing something. “Is it… weird, having sex with Mom?”

I opened my mouth. “What?”

She laughed, then covered her face. “Sorry, that was super rude. Ignore me. It’s just… my roommate at school, her boyfriend’s thirty-five, and she’s obsessed with telling us all about what it’s like. She says it’s different, you know, with someone more mature.”

I set my plate down. “Your mom is… great. We’re happy.”

She peeked at me through her fingers. “You’re blushing.”

“So are you,” I shot back.

Sofi dropped her hands, eyes huge. “Can I ask something else? Promise not to be mad?”

“Promise.”

She lowered her voice. “Do you guys use condoms? Mom said she doesn’t want any more kids, but… what if I want a little sister someday?”

I laughed, hoping humor would kill the tension. “Jolie’s on the pill. No more siblings for you, I’m afraid.”

Sofi made a pouty face, then leaned closer. “My friend Bella says her boyfriend never uses condoms. She said it’s called a creampie when you, you know…”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “That’s right.”

Sofi nodded, then went quiet. I could see her working up to something, her toes flexing under the blanket. “What does it feel like?” she said, voice almost a whisper. “When you do it raw?”

If there’s a moment you know you’re damned, it’s when your stepdaughter asks you to describe unprotected sex while sitting thigh-to-thigh on the couch, half a pie and two decades between you.

I tried to play it cool. “It’s… better, I guess, more intense. Hard to explain unless you try it.”

She made another soft sound, this one closer to a sigh. “Bella says it’s amazing. I kind of… want to know. But not with some idiot from school.”

Her eyes flicked up to mine, and everything inside me went tight and hot. I felt like I was being dared and begged all at once.

“Sofi—”

She cut me off, speaking in a rush. “I’m not stupid. I know it’s weird. But I like you. I trust you. I’ve never done it before, not like that. And I thought, maybe, if you wanted to show me.”

I dropped my head in my hands, trying to kill the image of her naked under me. It didn’t work.

“We can’t,” I said, barely above a whisper. “Your mom, Jolie, she’d kill me. And it’s weird, even talking about it.”

I braced for her to pull away, to be angry or disgusted. Instead, she curled closer, her voice breaking a little. “I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop thinking about it. About you, about what it would be like.”

I looked up. She was crying, just a little, eyes shining and nose pink, and that was what did me in. That was what broke my last, pathetic line of defense.

She leaned in and kissed me. Not the awkward, dry peck I’d expected, but soft and lingering, lips parted just enough to make me dizzy. She tasted like chocolate and cream and something that could never be undone.

I should have stopped. I should have pushed her away. Instead, I kissed back, my hand finding her waist, thumb dragging over bare skin. Her body felt hot under my fingers, every breath she took shivering through both of us.

She pulled away first, chest rising and falling. “Show me,” she whispered. “Please.”

I didn’t remember standing or leading her down the hall to the bedroom I shared with her mom. I just remembered the way her hand fit inside mine, and the certainty that I was crossing a line so deep I’d never find my way back.

Inside, the bed was still unmade from the morning. Sofi let go of my hand and, with a nervous giggle, peeled off her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tits, small, B-cups, with nipples the color of ripe peaches, stood out against her pale skin. She didn’t cover herself, just watched me, daring me to look. I did. I let my eyes linger, memorizing every inch.

She kicked off her skirt, leaving a pair of cotton panties printed with tiny hearts. Then, with a shiver, she slipped them down her legs and stepped out. Her pussy was bare, shaved, and the sight made my cock ache so hard it hurt.

“Your turn,” she said, twirling a strand of chestnut hair on her finger.

I stripped in silence, trying not to think about anything but the way she watched me, biting her lip and staring at the bulge in my boxers. When I finally freed myself, my cock sprang up, swollen and leaking. Her eyes widened, and she gave a nervous little laugh.

“Is it always that big?” she said.

“No,” I admitted. “Not always.”

She crawled onto the bed, lying back on the pillows, legs spread just enough to show the soft pink between them. “Can I touch it?”

The words almost made me come right then and there. I joined her on the bed, and her hand found my cock, fingers delicate but eager. She stroked up and down, watching the way it throbbed in her grip.

I let her explore for a minute, then lowered my mouth to her chest, kissing and sucking her nipples until she arched against me. Her skin tasted clean and faintly of sugar. I kissed down her belly, pausing at her hip and then nudged her thighs further apart.

She was wet, glistening, lips parted and eager. I ran a finger along her symmetric, crisp slit, just a straight, swollen pink line. She gasped, hips bucking. I teased her with slow circles, then slid my tongue between, tasting her for the first time.

She made a high, breathy noise that spiked my adrenaline. “Oh, fuck,” she whispered, “that’s… oh, god.”

I kept at it, licking and sucking until her thighs trembled and her hands fisted in my hair. She came with a low, desperate moan, hips grinding against my face. I rode out her spasms, loving the taste and the mess, then climbed up beside her.

She was flushed and glowing, eyes glazed with wonder. “I didn’t know it could feel like that,” she said, almost reverent.

I kissed her, letting her taste herself on my lips. She giggled, then took my cock in her hand and guided it toward her pussy. I lined myself up and pressed in slowly, letting her adjust. She was tight, so tight I thought I might actually die, and the feeling of a bare, young pussy hugging my cock nearly pushed me over the edge.

She winced, just for a second, and I froze, but she shook her head. “It’s okay, just go slow.”

I moved in and out, inch by inch, watching her face for any sign of pain. When I bottomed out, she gasped, eyes wide.

“You okay?” I asked.

She grinned, tears forgotten. “Yeah. It’s… it’s really full, but good, don’t stop.”

I kept thrusting, slow and deep at first, letting her feel every inch. Being raw inside her was something out of a fantasy. No barrier, just pure skin on skin, her wetness coating my cock completely and making every slide smooth and obscene. The scent of her filled my head, sweet, musky, pure girl mixed with the faint vanilla from the pies and her shampoo. It was intoxicating, making my head spin as I buried myself deeper.

Her walls clung to me with every withdrawal, reluctant to let go, then parted eagerly when I pushed back in. She was dripping, slickness running down my balls, the wet sounds loud in the quiet room: sloppy, wet slaps that echoed every time my hips met hers.

“God, you feel so good raw,” she gasped. “I can feel everything… every vein and every throb.”

I leaned down, kissing her hard, tasting her moans. Her legs wrapped tighter around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, pulling me in. I picked up speed, hips snapping forward, driving deep. Her pussy fluttered around me, clenching with every stroke and milking me toward the edge. The friction was hot, slippery and clinging. Every time I bottomed out, she whimpered, her clit grinding against my pubic bone, inner walls rippling.

She came suddenly, body tensing, pussy clamping down like a fist and spasming wildly around my cock. She cried out, back arching, nails raking my shoulders as she rode the wave.

“I’m gonna come,” I groaned.

“Please, Daddy, fill me. Give me your creampie.”

I slammed deep one last time, hips locked against hers. My cock pulsed hard, thick spurts erupting inside her: hot, heavy jets flooding her pussy, painting her walls and spilling deep. I groaned against her neck, hips jerking with each wave, emptying everything into her. She moaned at the warmth, her pussy clenching, milking every drop.

When the pulses finally slowed, I stayed buried for a moment, breathing hard against her neck. Then I eased out slowly. As my cock slipped free, a thick stream of white cum immediately leaked from her swollen pussy: creamy, glistening, sliding down her slit and pooling on the sheets beneath her ass. She reached down with both hands, fingers spreading her pink lips wide so I could see it all: her folds coated and messy, more cum oozing out steadily and dripping in slow rivulets down her thighs.

She scooped a thick dollop with two fingers, brought it to her lips and sucked them clean, eyes locked on mine. “Hmm… that’s what a real creampie tastes like,” she whispered, voice husky. “You filled me so good.”

I collapsed beside her, heart hammering, watching my cum drip from her well-fucked pussy. She curled against me, leg draped over mine, still leaking slowly onto the sheets.

“I like how it feels,” she said, voice dreamy.

We lay tangled together, her head on my chest, my arm around her bare shoulders.

“We can’t tell your mom about this.”

Sofi giggled. “Duh, but can we do it again?”

I closed my eyes, picturing the mess between her legs, the taste of her on my tongue and the forbidden sweetness of her body under mine. “Definitely … we’ll definitely do it again.”

She hugged me harder, and I embraced her back.

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I was nineteen and in college, still living with my dad and my stepmom, Abella, who’d baked every birthday cake since I turned eleven. We were close, and I’d had fantasies about her I didn’t want to admit.

When I reached the door, I stood there on the doormat, listening. That’s because I heard Abella’s voice, which, even through the wall, was easy to recognize since it was so sweet.

“…No, Josh hasn’t touched me since his big promotion. I swear, if I didn’t have my toys, I’d forget what an orgasm felt like.” Laughter, then the chair scraping against tile. “No, I’m not joking. Honestly? I miss getting creampied. Like, the actual mess, you know?”

My fingers froze around the doorknob. I wanted to believe I misheard her, but Abella didn’t really do euphemisms. She never had. My brain short-circuited. Was it a cooking thing? My birthday was next week. Maybe she was talking about baking. It had to be about baking.

Through the window, I saw her in the kitchen, wireless earbuds plugged in, hair loose and glossy. She was leaning over the island, scribbling notes on a pad and plucking grapes from a bowl, phone wedged between her cheek and shoulder. I caught a glimpse of cleavage, Abella’s signature weapon of mass distraction, half-hidden under a loose sweatshirt that read Flour Power.

If anyone had asked me what Abella looked like, I’d have lied and said she was average. Truth, she was objectively hot, and not in the Barbie-doll, high-maintenance sense. More in the way a pinup from the 1950s could outshine every runway model with a single look. She had this long, auburn hair that always looked like she’d just tumbled out of bed, blue eyes that flashed when she got excited, and a body that could convince anyone to eat gluten again. Her ass, enormous, round, a full moon on a good day, broke physics every time she squeezed into yoga pants. I’d spent most of my teenage years trying not to think about her boobs, but they always seemed to lead the way into any room.

I tried not to listen, but my feet kept me rooted to the spot.

Her voice dropped, a little confidential, “He’s barely even home. I mean, what’s the point of a home office if you’re never in it except to check your fantasy football league? I literally bought crotchless panties last month and he didn’t even notice.” A giggle. “No, you can’t borrow them! God, you’re such a perv. I love it. I’ll call you back after Ryan gets in, okay? Love you.”

Opening the door, I pretended I’d just gotten in and was in the process of kicking off my boots.

“Ryan!” she called, rounding the corner. For a second, she looked startled, then her whole face lit up. “Look at you, college man!”

I dropped my backpack on the floor and braced myself for a hug. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her cheek into my chest, holding on a second longer than necessary. She smelled like vanilla extract and dryer sheets, which made me uncomfortably hard.

“Hi, Abella.”

“You hungry?”

I shrugged. “Always.”

She tugged me into the kitchen and motioned to a chair at the island. “Sit, I’ll fix you something.” She rummaged in the fridge, bent over so far that the hem of her sweats rode up her thighs and flashed a full view of ass. I averted my eyes, which was pointless, since the image was already tattooed on the inside of my eyelids. She straightened, closed the fridge with her hip, and set out the ingredients for a sandwich.

Abella always had this energy, like she wanted to fix the entire world with a plate of food and some well-timed sarcasm. It was impossible not to feel safe around her, even when she was in crisis mode.

Making a sandwich was like second nature for her, and all of a sudden, she slid it in front of me. “Here you go, hon.”

“Thanks.” I took a huge bite, tried not to moan at the taste, and watched her slice an apple for herself. The silence grew. I could tell she was thinking about what to say next, but couldn’t quite land it.

“So,” I said, mouth still half-full, “how’s Dad?”

She snorted. “Same as always. Married to his job. But he loves us in his own way.” She smiled, but her eyes looked tired. “He’s working late tonight, if that’s what you’re fishing for.”

I was, sort of. I was also replaying her phone call in my head, over and over, like a video on loop. Miss getting creampied. I mean, she had to be talking about dessert, right? But if that were true, why did she sound so sad?

I polished off my sandwich in record time.

“Want anything else?” she asked, twirling a strand of auburn hair around her finger.

“I’m good for now.” I suddenly got an idea. I wanted to stop by the bakery and pick up a cream pie for her. Abella had always been so sweet to me, and if she really wanted one, I’d happily get it for her. We chatted a little longer, and I excused myself, saying I was going out for a walk. She told me she’d do some yoga in the meantime, gosh, what a sexy woman.

*****

I hurried to the bakery, and the kid behind the counter gave me a side-eye when I ordered the biggest banana cream pie they had.

When I got home, Abella was still in her yoga pants, a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead.

“Hey,” I said, holding up the white bakery box. “I got you something.”

Her eyes lit up. “Oh? What is it?”

“I stopped by the bakery and picked up a cream pie.”

She laughed softly. “That sounds amazing. You got enough for both of us, right?”

“Of course,” I said. “We can eat it together.”

She got two plates and a can of whipped cream from the fridge. “Lunch of champions,” she said, slicing the pie. We settled down, and I took a bite. The filling was cold, sweet and almost obscene in its richness. “Mmm,” I said, rolling my eyes. “That’s actually insane. It’s so good.”

“It was really sweet of you,” she said, looking me in the eyes.

“You’re welcome,” I told her.

Abella licked her fork and watched me eat. “I like it when you’re happy,” she said. “Makes this place feel less empty.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I just kept shoveling pie into my mouth, feeling stupidly grateful and a little guilty all at once.

When we were both stuffed, she set down her fork and stretched her arms overhead. The sports top bunched up, revealing a strip of her belly and the curve of her waist, and once she slumped down, her tits crashed down, jiggling till they found equilibrium.

“You’re the sweetest boy,” she said. “Why did you suddenly decide to get me a cream pie?”

“Oh,” I said, blushing a little. “I overheard you on the phone saying Dad never brings one home, so I figured I’d surprise you. After everything you’ve done for me, it felt like the least I could do.”

Her cheeks reddened, and she giggled. “But, uh, ” She hesitated, then smirked. “Do you even know what a creampie is?”

I looked down at the plate and then back at her. “Isn’t it a dessert?”

She laughed so loud she snorted. “God, I love you. Don’t ever change.”

“I’m feeling kinda dumb now … What’s the secret?”

She wiped a crumb from her lip, then leaned in to whisper, “It means finishing inside. Like, during sex. Not dessert.”

My face went nuclear. “Oh.” My voice cracked. “Well, that’s… huh.”

Abella grinned, blue eyes sparkling. “Don’t worry, you didn’t invent being a perv. Boys your age are always curious. And besides, ” she looked me over, head to toe, and for a split second I swore she was seeing through my shorts, “I’d be more worried if you didn’t think about sex at all.”

She squeezed my hand before getting up to rinse the dishes. Her fingers were warm, soft and a little sticky from the pie. I watched her walk away, watched the sway of her hips under those leggings, and I realized two things at once: One, my dad was an idiot for ignoring her. Two, I was completely, hopelessly fucked. And for some reason, that made me smile.

When she came back, she sat next to me again, keeping me company. She set her chin on her hand. “So,” she said, eyes bright and a little devious, “has my sweet boy learned any new vocabulary lately?”

“You mean, uh…”

Her smile widened. “Don’t play dumb. I think it’s adorable. When I was your age, I thought snowballing meant a winter food fight.” She nudged my knee under the table. “So, tell me, what do college girls actually like these days?”

I shrugged. “I dunno. It’s kind of overrated. Or I’m just bad at it.”

She pouted. “Impossible. You’re perfect.”

“Trust me,” I said, “I’m not.”

She leaned in, conspiratorial. “Have you ever… you know, creampied someone?”

I was not prepared for that. “Uh, no. Most girls make you use a condom, even if you’re, like, one hundred percent certain they’re on the pill. And the ones who don’t, well… I kind of, uh, make a mess.”

Abella’s lips parted. “A mess?”

I squirmed in my seat. “Like, too much. It freaks them out. One girl said she felt like she was in a dairy commercial. She wasn’t wrong.”

For a split second, I thought I’d grossed Abella out, but instead her eyes went big and hungry, the way she looked at cake samples at Costco. “That’s so hot,” she said. “I miss when Josh used to, never mind.” She caught herself, cheeks pink. “Sorry, too much information.”

I didn’t know what to do with my hands. “I mean. I wish I could make someone as happy as you seem to be about it.”

She looked up at me, dead serious. “You could.” We didn’t say anything for a long, weirdly electric moment. She played with my hair, tousling it, then drew her hand down to my chest, pressing flat over my heart.

“Josh is always working,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “He’s a great man, but sometimes I wish he’d remember I’m a woman, too. That I have needs.” She traced a line down my shirt, letting her nails drag just enough to make me breathe funny. “I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to hear this.”

“I don’t mind,” I said, and I meant it. “You deserve to be happy.”

She squeezed my arm. “You always know what to say.”

I looked at her, really looked at her, and saw the Abella who’d picked me up from soccer games and patched up my scraped knees, but also the Abella who’d confessed, on the phone, to needing so much more than Dad gave her.

For once, I let myself be honest. “If you were my girlfriend, I’d, um. I’d never leave you alone.”

She laughed. “Is that so?”

I nodded, feeling something huge shift inside me. “Yeah. I’d make you breakfast every morning. And pie. And… all the other stuff.”

She bit her lip and closed her eyes. “Ryan, if you keep talking like that, I’m going to do something really irresponsible.”

I waited.

She opened her eyes, blue as the sky outside, and smiled. “Come with me.”

We both rose to our feet, and she took my hand. She led me through the living room, past all the old family photos, and into the guest bedroom, which had a queen-sized bed.

She peeled off her tank top, slow, like she was teasing herself as much as me. No bra, just soft, heavy breasts with dusky nipples, the kind I’d fantasized about for years. Her hands went to her waistband and she slid the yoga pants down, revealing matching blue panties that looked painted onto her hips.

She stood there in the sunlight, gorgeous and a little shy, and for the first time, I realized she was trembling. “Your turn,” she said.

I stripped awkwardly, dropping my T-shirt and basketball shorts to the floor. My cock was already hard, throbbing against my boxers, and when I pulled them down, it sprang free, almost comically rigid.

Abella’s mouth curled into a smile. “God, your cock is nice.” She sounded proud, like she’d raised me herself. “Come here.”

It felt surreal, like a scene straight out of my sexual fantasy, but I was going to enjoy every second of it. I walked to her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, her lips as smooth as a youth’s. She quickly deepened the kiss, tongue exploring mine, tasting the last of the pie from my lips. Her breasts pressed against my chest, soft and pillowy, and I couldn’t help myself from reaching down and cupping them, thumbs circling over her nipples. She moaned into my mouth, grinding her hips against me.

She broke the kiss and sank to her knees. Her hands wrapped around my shaft, stroking it slowly, base to tip, then back again. “Can I taste?” she asked.

I nodded, words gone.

She licked the tip, swirling her tongue in little circles, then sucked me into her mouth. She was gentle, her lips sliding down the length before pulling off with a wet pop. She stroked me with one hand while sucking the head, moaning like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. I nearly came right there, but she squeezed tight and looked up at me, eyes sparkling.

She came off with a pop, and she climbed onto the bed, sprawled out and glorious, then patted the mattress. I crawled up and hovered over her, every muscle on fire with need.

She hooked her fingers in her panties and dragged them down, exposing the pink, glistening sex between her legs. She was already soaked, her inner thighs slick and the scent dizzying.

I stared. “You’re so beautiful.”

She laughed. “You’re sweet. Now … are you gonna give me a creampie or stare at me all day?”

I lined up and pressed in slowly, feeling her stretch around me. She was tight, hot and her walls squeezed me so hard I could barely breathe. I bottomed out, buried to the hilt and Abella gasped.

“God, yes, just like that.” She wrapped her legs around my waist and rolled her hips, taking me deeper, urging me on.

I thrust into her slowly at first, enjoying every inch as her pussy stretched around me. She was snug, hot and slick, her walls gripping my cock like warm velvet that refused to let go. Each slow slide in dragged against her inner ridges, her wetness coating me completely, making every movement smooth and obscene. The scent of her arousal filled the air, sweet, musky, feminine, mixed with the faint vanilla from her skin and the lingering sugar from the pies. It was intoxicating, making my head spin as I buried myself deeper.

Abella moaned beneath me, her legs tightening around my waist and heels digging into my lower back to pull me in harder. “Yes… deeper, Ryan… God, you feel so good raw.” Her pussy clenched around me with every thrust, fluttering and squeezing like she was trying to make me explode already. I could feel her pulse inside, the rhythmic grip that sent jolts of pleasure up my spine. She was dripping, her juices slicking my shaft and dripping down my balls with every pull back. The wet sounds of us fucking were loud in the quiet bedroom. sloppy, obscene and forbidden. I was fucking my stepmom raw. It was thrilling and felt so good.

I picked up speed, hips snapping forward, driving into her with long, deep strokes. She arched her back, breasts bouncing with each impact, nipples hard and pink. Her nails raked down my shoulders, leaving faint red lines. “Harder,” she said. “Fuck me like you mean it.” I obeyed, pounding into her, feeling her pussy open up even more, welcoming every thrust. She was so wet it coated my thighs, the friction perfect. hot, slippery and clinging. Every time I bottomed out, she whimpered, her clit grinding against my pubic bone, her inner walls rippling around me.

She came first, suddenly and hard, her pussy clamping down like a fist, spasming wildly around my cock. She cried out, body shaking, legs trembling as she rode the wave. The sight and feel of her climax triggered mine.

I slammed deep one last time and exploded. My cock pulsed hard, thick spurts of cum flooding her pussy, hot and heavy. I felt every jet shoot out, painting her walls, filling her up until it was too much. She moaned at the warmth, her pussy clenching rhythmically, milking me for every drop. I kept thrusting through it, shallow and slow, pushing my cum deeper inside her and giving her the creampie she so desperately wanted.

When the pulses finally stopped, I stayed buried for a moment, breathing hard against her neck. Then I eased out slowly. As my cock slipped free, a thick stream of white cum immediately leaked from her swollen pink pussy: creamy and glistening, dripping down her slit and pooling on the sheets beneath her ass. She reached down, fingers spreading her lips wide so I could see it all: her pink folds coated and messy, more cum oozing out slowly, running in rivulets down her thighs. She scooped some with two fingers, brought them to her lips, tasting us both.

“God,” she whispered, eyes glassy. “I can still feel you inside me… leaking out. It’s so much.”

I collapsed beside her, heart hammering, watching my cum drip from her well-fucked pussy. She curled against me, one leg draped over mine, still leaking slowly onto the sheets.

“How was that?” I asked her, hoping she’d feel satisfied now.

She kissed my forehead, hair fanned out on the pillow, and giggled. “Best creampie of my life,” she said, voice dreamy.

“I’m glad.”

“Next time I want to feel it twice,” she said with a wink and a kiss. “And I’ll bake you a creampie.”

I laughed out loud, then rolled over and kissed her, tasting sugar and something forbidden and wonderful on her lips.

If this was being bad, I never wanted to be good again.

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There’s no polite way to say you’re obsessed with your stepmom’s ass. There’s definitely no way to make it sound less creepy when you’re nineteen and can’t go twenty minutes at home without thinking about it. I’d tried. The first week after Dad married Ava, I told myself it was just the shock of her looks, or the divorce weirdness, or maybe some Oedipal brain virus. By the end of sophomore year, it was clear: I was just another sex-obsessed loser, except the Pornhub search terms I used best matched the woman who picked me up from soccer practice.

Ava moved in two years ago and basically detonated every expectation I had of what a stepmom was supposed to be. She was in her forties, but you’d never guess it if you went by her body, perky yoga-tits, a flat stomach and an ass that turned heads. Dad bragged that she was a fitness nut, but her version of fitness was yoga in sports bras, jogging in the tightest shorts on Earth and “accidentally” buying thong swimwear two sizes too small. The only thing sharper than her body was her sense of humor, which always ran dirty if you listened close. She was the type who caught you looking, then winked or made a joke so filthy you pitched a tent.

It was Saturday morning and I was in the kitchen, eating a breakfast burrito and trying to ignore the hard-on I’d woken up with. Dad was already out for the day, working some weekend convention gig, so it was just me and my stepmom.

Ava padded in barefoot, dark hair loose and thick, wearing a black sports bra that lifted her big boobs, which made the cleavage deeper and yoga pants so tight it looked like they were painted on, not even baggy. The leggings rode high, wedging her ass into two perfect orbs, seam splitting the difference with all the subtlety of a magic marker. She did a calf stretch at the sink, bent her knee, then switched sides. I glanced, looked away, breathed and looked again. Ava bent further, reaching for the floor and touching her toes with straight legs, ass aimed straight at me.

“Always staring,” she said, not looking up.

 “Sorry, what?”

She grinned at the tile. “You heard me. You’ve been staring at my butt since you were seventeen. I’m flattered, honestly. Your dad doesn’t even look anymore.” She straightened and winked, then twisted to reach for a glass from the cabinet, which naturally involved a full side-to-side shake.

I felt my face turn red and tried to cover it with a joke. “Yeah, it’s, uh, hard to miss. You’re like … a walking ad for yoga.”

She filled her glass and took a long drink, watching me over the rim, her high cheekbones reddening. She was hot, insanely so. She had a natural tan and a gorgeous face, wherever you looked, it was like a sexual treat. “You have no idea,” she said. “Maybe I’ll teach you sometime.”

I tried to focus on my breakfast, but she came over, hip-checking my elbow, close enough that the top of her ass grazed me. I was in mesh basketball shorts and zero underwear. She had to have felt my half-wood.

“Relax,” she whispered. “You’re a guy. You look. It’s fine, just don’t get caught staring too long or I’ll charge you rent.” She swatted my arm, laughed, and went off to the laundry room.

I just sat there, my heart thumping so loudly that I was sure the neighbor’s dog could hear. There was a hotness to Ava that went way beyond what you see online. It wasn’t just her looks, but how she talked, how she always seemed to know the exact moment you were thinking something filthy.

*****

Later that morning, she called me into the laundry room. “Jake, I need a hand with the washer, it’s stuck again.”

I wandered in, expecting to lift something heavy or reset a button. Instead, I got the sight of Ava bent all the way into the washing machine, legs spread and yoga pants stretched so thin you could read her tan lines. The waistband had slipped, revealing a bright red thong riding above her hips.

She grunted, twisting to reach a lost sock, and the move made her ass vibrate. I had to shift positions to keep my junk from doing the same.

“Can you grab my waist and pull me out?” she asked, voice muffled by towels. “I’m stuck.”

She wasn’t, not even close, but I played along, grabbing her at the hips, which meant direct contact with the meatiest part of her ass. She pushed herself back, grinding against my palms for a split second before I helped her upright.

She turned to face me, smiling with a lipstick-red flush to her cheeks. She caught my eyes flick down to her waistband, then to her boobs, then away.

“Really, Jake? Still hard?” She flicked her eyes down at my shorts and smirked.

“Sorry. It’s like … involuntary.”

“Boys,” she said with a giggle. “You know, back in college, I dated a guy who was obsessed with my ass. Like, literally wouldn’t touch me anywhere else.” She adjusted her waistband, giving me a longer look at the thong before snapping it back into place. “You ever wonder what it feels like?”

“All the time,” I said.

Her grin widened. “Pool this afternoon. You’re on sunscreen duty. And no peeping from your room.” She wagged a finger at me, then left, carrying a basket of towels.

*****

Upstairs, I tried to focus on my phone, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw her ass in my face, or the thong flash, or the way her voice dropped whenever she caught me looking. My phone was full of girls my age who posed in thongs and crop tops, but none of them had Ava’s proportions or her attitude. She was always one step ahead, always running the game.

*****

At three, she was out at the pool in a bikini that left nothing to the imagination, neon green, string, barely even a square inch of coverage. I brought out the bottle of sunscreen and tried not to stare, but the effect was direct and nuclear. She lay face down on a lounge chair, legs parted and one foot bobbing in the air. The fabric of her bottoms wedged so deep I wondered if she’d have to surgically remove it.

She didn’t look up, but patted the chair next to her. “C’mon, be a gentleman. Oil me up.”

I nearly tripped sitting down. She pulled her hair up, exposing the curve of her neck and shoulders. “Start at the top and work your way down.”

I pumped sunscreen into my palm, but my hands shook since I was a bit nervous. I started with her shoulders, and her skin was so warm and smooth I almost came right there. I worked down to her lower back, where she arched just enough to flex her glutes, then into her back, her ass inches away and gleaming with sweat.

“Don’t be shy,” she said. “You can touch. I know you want to.”

I let my hands drift to her hips, then to the bare skin above the bikini. She shivered. “That’s it,” she said. “A little firmer, hmm.”

I massaged the sides of her ass, then got bolder, working my way in. She spread her legs a little wider, and I let my thumbs ride the outside curve, careful not to be too obvious. The entire time my dick was throbbing against my shorts, straining so hard I thought it would tear free.

“You’re good at this,” Ava said. “Are you sure you haven’t done it before?”

I swallowed. “No. I mean, yes, I’m sure, never.”

She rolled over, bikini top untied, and let her breasts bounce free. “Do my front, too. Don’t worry, I’m not a prude.” She winked. “Unless you want me to be.”

My jaw dropped. It was the first time I’d seen her MILF breasts nude, shaped as two bells, slightly tan and topped with thick peachy nipples. She had a natural cleavage on top of it. She was a well-endowed woman. After ogling for a minute, I rubbed lotion onto her abs, her boobs and the insides of her thighs. She watched me the whole time, smiling when I lingered too long or went too low. Her peachy nipples hardened, and the bottoms of her bikini barely concealed anything. I could squeeze those breasts for the rest of my life.

She glanced down at my lap. “You’re about to poke a hole in those shorts, you know.”

I looked away, but she reached over and squeezed my thigh, thumb grazing the head of my cock through the fabric.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “You want this ass, don’t you? Don’t lie.”

I couldn’t speak. I just nodded.

She sat up and put a hand on my chest, leaning in close enough for me to smell her perfume and sunscreen. “Your dad won’t touch it anymore. He’s always limp, needs dick pills to get a hard-on. But you … you’d do anything for it, wouldn’t you?”

I nodded again, barely breathing.

She kissed my cheek. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you have it. But you have to earn it.”

“Really?”

She gave me a wink and nodded. “But you need to tone it down on your peeking. Your dad is going to catch you.”

“I—”

She cut me off. “Jake, I love that you’re obsessed. It makes me feel wanted, which is more than I can say for your dad lately. But you don’t have to sneak around. If you want it, you can just ask.”

She reached over, placed her hand on my thigh, and squeezed. “I know you watch a ton of ass porn. I’ve heard you. I know what you’re thinking about when you look at me.”

My face was on fire.

She moved her hand higher, almost to my crotch. “I like it too, you know. I love the feeling of being filled. But your dad refuses. Says it’s ‘gross.’ And he can barely keep an erection for vaginal penetration. If you want my ass, you can have it. But you have to promise, no more peeping, no more secrets and you never tell him ever, got it?”

I couldn’t speak. I just nodded, mouth open, so hard I was dizzy.

She smiled, “Bedroom … now.”

She stood, put on her yoga clothes and went inside, hips swaying for maximum effect. I followed her up the stairs, my brain totally short-circuiting, all the shame and guilt and need slamming together into one hot, unstoppable rush.

She pulled me into the bedroom the second the door was closed, her lips hitting mine hard, hands in my hair and then on my back, then under my shirt. And when I kissed her back, she moaned as if enjoying this more than anything else.

She walked me backward to her bed, then sat and tugged me down with her. The feeling of her tongue in my mouth, her hands moving fast and sure, was enough to make me forget that this was supposed to be impossible. But it was real, and she wanted it even more than I did. She made that clear in the way she went for my shorts, pulling them down to my knees, then stroking my hard cock, eyes never leaving mine.

“You’ve got a good one,” she whispered. “Thick and hard, perfect for what I want.” She twisted her fist at the head, making me buck, and grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll go slow.”

She stripped off her sports bra, letting her bell-shaped breasts spill out. She pressed them against my chest, her skin so hot I shivered.

“Take off my pants,” she said, and leaned back on her elbows, watching me.

I tried to go slow, but my hands shook and I fumbled the waistband. She laughed, then lifted her hips, letting me peel the yoga pants and thong in one go. The sight of her bare ass, tanned, perfectly smooth, a thick juicy curve that rippled as she sat up, hit me like a punch. I’d imagined this a thousand times, but the reality was beyond anything a phone screen could show. Ava’s pussy was shaved, glistening, a pink slit hiding between tanned thighs so toned I felt weak just looking at them. But it was her asshole that drew my eye, perfectly puckered and a little darker.

She saw where I was looking and wiggled her hips. “I told you. You can have it, but you need to get me ready.”

I knelt between her legs, heart racing, not sure what to do, but determined to try.

“Start with your tongue,” she said. “Just like porn, but gentler. I want to feel it.”

I licked her pussy first, tasting her, getting used to the softness, the heat and the little shudders that ran through her thighs when I hit the right spot. She hummed and ran her fingers through my hair, pressing me closer to her pussy. When she was wet and moaning, she lifted her knees and told me, “Now, higher.”

I ran my tongue up, tracing the line to her rim. I kissed it, then circled the tip of my tongue around the dark ring, amazed at how soft and clean it was.

“Go on,” she said. “You want it, eat it.”

I pushed my tongue in, fucking her ass with it, and she gasped, clenching and grinding against my face.

“Good boy,” she whispered. “I love that. Now … lube.”

She fetched a small bottle from her nightstand, handed it to me and rolled onto her stomach, ass high in the air, face down. I poured lube onto my fingers, then spread her cheeks and rubbed it around her rim, slowly working the tip in.

“That’s it,” she said. “Just a finger, move it around. I need to loosen up.”

I slid one finger in, shocked by how tight and warm it felt. She pushed back, taking me deeper, then told me to add another. With two fingers, I could see her asshole stretching, her skin shiny with lube. She moaned louder, arching her back, and I realized she was fingering herself at the same time.

When she was ready, she turned over and pulled me down for another kiss, this one hungrier and wetter with plenty of tongue action. She reached down and guided my cock to her pussy, letting me slide in for a few strokes, just to get coated in her juices. My stepmom’s pussy felt snug, warm and incredibly wet. Then she pulled out and pressed my cock against her asshole.

“Now,” she whispered. “Go slow. Push when I say push. If I tell you to stop, you stop.”

I lined up and pressed the head in. It felt tight, like she was trying to keep me out, but with every push and every word of encouragement, she relaxed, just a little more and invited me inside her ass. I got the head in and she hissed, clutching the sheets.

“Easy,” she said. “Just let me adjust. God, you’re thick.”

I waited, barely able to hold back, until she gave a little nod. “Deeper, go on.”

I pushed in, an inch at a time, watching her ass stretch and swallow me. She was so tight I could feel every heartbeat and every flex. When I was halfway in, she started rocking back, fucking herself onto my cock, her moans getting wilder.

“God, I missed this,” she groaned. “Your dad never would. He’s afraid I’ll get ruined. But this … this is what I want.”

I slid all the way in, my hips pressed to her ass. She clenched and gasped, then started working her muscles, milking me, her body totally in control.

“Fuck me,” she begged. “I want you to stretch my ass, Jake. All of it.”

I started thrusting, slow at first, then faster as she loosened. Every time I pulled out, her rim gripped the shaft, clinging to it, then swallowed it back. The noises were obscene, wet and loud, but it just made me harder.

“Look at you,” she said over her shoulder. “Fucking your stepmom’s ass. You ever think you’d get to do that?”

I couldn’t answer. I was too lost in the heat, the squeeze and the sight of her thick ass bouncing with every thrust. I forgot about the taboo part, but it just made it so much sweeter.

She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit, moaning nonstop. “Don’t stop,” she said. “If you want to cum, do it inside. I want to feel you fill me up.”

I felt it building, unstoppable, like I was going to explode. I kept thrusting, seeing her gorgeous ass ripple and my cock disappearing and reappearing inside her asshole, again and again and again. I was in heaven, the ring tightening around my cock, making the friction so much sweeter. “Fuck, this feels good.”

“So you like my ass, don’t you?” she asked, twisting her neck to look at me.

“Oh, I love it,” I said as I buried myself to the hilt and pulled back, seeing the ring grip my cock before I plunged it right back in. She matched my thrusts, backing her ass against my erection. She was hungry for cock. I could easily tell by her moans and sighs. What a woman. I gripped her cheeks for dear life as I penetrated her rosebud again, feeling the orgasm approach.

“Gosh, Ava, I’m coming.”

“Give it to me, you horny stud!”

Ten more anal strokes, and I climaxed. The first jet of cum shot out of my cock, followed by several more as I buried myself to the hilt. I came so hard I saw stars, pumping into her ass until it leaked out around my cock. She milked every drop, rocking back and forth to maintain the friction. I sighed in relief and then slowly pulled out, seeing her asshole gape open with cum and lube before closing properly. She collapsed on the bed, dragging me with her.

We lay there, and she stroked my back and whispered, “Good boy … promise kept?”

I nodded.

She kissed me again, then grinned. “No more peeking, okay? If you want me, you come to me when we’re alone. Deal?”

“Deal,” I said, and realized I’d never want anything else again.

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There’s no polite way to say you’re obsessed with your stepmom’s ass. There’s definitely no way to make it sound less creepy when you’re nineteen and can’t go twenty minutes at home without thinking about it. I’d tried. The first week after Dad married Ava, I told myself it was just the shock of her looks, or the divorce weirdness, or maybe some Oedipal brain virus. By the end of sophomore year, it was clear: I was just another sex-obsessed loser, except the Pornhub search terms I used best matched the woman who picked me up from soccer practice.

Ava moved in two years ago and basically detonated every expectation I had of what a stepmom was supposed to be. She was in her forties, but you’d never guess it if you went by her body, perky yoga-tits, a flat stomach and an ass that turned heads. Dad bragged that she was a fitness nut, but her version of fitness was yoga in sports bras, jogging in the tightest shorts on Earth and “accidentally” buying thong swimwear two sizes too small. The only thing sharper than her body was her sense of humor, which always ran dirty if you listened close. She was the type who caught you looking, then winked or made a joke so filthy you pitched a tent.

It was Saturday morning and I was in the kitchen, eating a breakfast burrito and trying to ignore the hard-on I’d woken up with. Dad was already out for the day, working some weekend convention gig, so it was just me and my stepmom.

Ava padded in barefoot, dark hair loose and thick, wearing a black sports bra that lifted her big boobs, which made the cleavage deeper and yoga pants so tight it looked like they were painted on, not even baggy. The leggings rode high, wedging her ass into two perfect orbs, seam splitting the difference with all the subtlety of a magic marker. She did a calf stretch at the sink, bent her knee, then switched sides. I glanced, looked away, breathed and looked again. Ava bent further, reaching for the floor and touching her toes with straight legs, ass aimed straight at me.

“Always staring,” she said, not looking up.

 “Sorry, what?”

She grinned at the tile. “You heard me. You’ve been staring at my butt since you were seventeen. I’m flattered, honestly. Your dad doesn’t even look anymore.” She straightened and winked, then twisted to reach for a glass from the cabinet, which naturally involved a full side-to-side shake.

I felt my face turn red and tried to cover it with a joke. “Yeah, it’s, uh, hard to miss. You’re like … a walking ad for yoga.”

She filled her glass and took a long drink, watching me over the rim, her high cheekbones reddening. She was hot, insanely so. She had a natural tan and a gorgeous face, wherever you looked, it was like a sexual treat. “You have no idea,” she said. “Maybe I’ll teach you sometime.”

I tried to focus on my breakfast, but she came over, hip-checking my elbow, close enough that the top of her ass grazed me. I was in mesh basketball shorts and zero underwear. She had to have felt my half-wood.

“Relax,” she whispered. “You’re a guy. You look. It’s fine, just don’t get caught staring too long or I’ll charge you rent.” She swatted my arm, laughed, and went off to the laundry room.

I just sat there, my heart thumping so loudly that I was sure the neighbor’s dog could hear. There was a hotness to Ava that went way beyond what you see online. It wasn’t just her looks, but how she talked, how she always seemed to know the exact moment you were thinking something filthy.

*****

Later that morning, she called me into the laundry room. “Jake, I need a hand with the washer, it’s stuck again.”

I wandered in, expecting to lift something heavy or reset a button. Instead, I got the sight of Ava bent all the way into the washing machine, legs spread and yoga pants stretched so thin you could read her tan lines. The waistband had slipped, revealing a bright red thong riding above her hips.

She grunted, twisting to reach a lost sock, and the move made her ass vibrate. I had to shift positions to keep my junk from doing the same.

“Can you grab my waist and pull me out?” she asked, voice muffled by towels. “I’m stuck.”

She wasn’t, not even close, but I played along, grabbing her at the hips, which meant direct contact with the meatiest part of her ass. She pushed herself back, grinding against my palms for a split second before I helped her upright.

She turned to face me, smiling with a lipstick-red flush to her cheeks. She caught my eyes flick down to her waistband, then to her boobs, then away.

“Really, Jake? Still hard?” She flicked her eyes down at my shorts and smirked.

“Sorry. It’s like … involuntary.”

“Boys,” she said with a giggle. “You know, back in college, I dated a guy who was obsessed with my ass. Like, literally wouldn’t touch me anywhere else.” She adjusted her waistband, giving me a longer look at the thong before snapping it back into place. “You ever wonder what it feels like?”

“All the time,” I said.

Her grin widened. “Pool this afternoon. You’re on sunscreen duty. And no peeping from your room.” She wagged a finger at me, then left, carrying a basket of towels.

*****

Upstairs, I tried to focus on my phone, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw her ass in my face, or the thong flash, or the way her voice dropped whenever she caught me looking. My phone was full of girls my age who posed in thongs and crop tops, but none of them had Ava’s proportions or her attitude. She was always one step ahead, always running the game.

*****

At three, she was out at the pool in a bikini that left nothing to the imagination, neon green, string, barely even a square inch of coverage. I brought out the bottle of sunscreen and tried not to stare, but the effect was direct and nuclear. She lay face down on a lounge chair, legs parted and one foot bobbing in the air. The fabric of her bottoms wedged so deep I wondered if she’d have to surgically remove it.

She didn’t look up, but patted the chair next to her. “C’mon, be a gentleman. Oil me up.”

I nearly tripped sitting down. She pulled her hair up, exposing the curve of her neck and shoulders. “Start at the top and work your way down.”

I pumped sunscreen into my palm, but my hands shook since I was a bit nervous. I started with her shoulders, and her skin was so warm and smooth I almost came right there. I worked down to her lower back, where she arched just enough to flex her glutes, then into her back, her ass inches away and gleaming with sweat.

“Don’t be shy,” she said. “You can touch. I know you want to.”

I let my hands drift to her hips, then to the bare skin above the bikini. She shivered. “That’s it,” she said. “A little firmer, hmm.”

I massaged the sides of her ass, then got bolder, working my way in. She spread her legs a little wider, and I let my thumbs ride the outside curve, careful not to be too obvious. The entire time my dick was throbbing against my shorts, straining so hard I thought it would tear free.

“You’re good at this,” Ava said. “Are you sure you haven’t done it before?”

I swallowed. “No. I mean, yes, I’m sure, never.”

She rolled over, bikini top untied, and let her breasts bounce free. “Do my front, too. Don’t worry, I’m not a prude.” She winked. “Unless you want me to be.”

My jaw dropped. It was the first time I’d seen her MILF breasts nude, shaped as two bells, slightly tan and topped with thick peachy nipples. She had a natural cleavage on top of it. She was a well-endowed woman. After ogling for a minute, I rubbed lotion onto her abs, her boobs and the insides of her thighs. She watched me the whole time, smiling when I lingered too long or went too low. Her peachy nipples hardened, and the bottoms of her bikini barely concealed anything. I could squeeze those breasts for the rest of my life.

She glanced down at my lap. “You’re about to poke a hole in those shorts, you know.”

I looked away, but she reached over and squeezed my thigh, thumb grazing the head of my cock through the fabric.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “You want this ass, don’t you? Don’t lie.”

I couldn’t speak. I just nodded.

She sat up and put a hand on my chest, leaning in close enough for me to smell her perfume and sunscreen. “Your dad won’t touch it anymore. He’s always limp, needs dick pills to get a hard-on. But you … you’d do anything for it, wouldn’t you?”

I nodded again, barely breathing.

She kissed my cheek. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you have it. But you have to earn it.”

“Really?”

She gave me a wink and nodded. “But you need to tone it down on your peeking. Your dad is going to catch you.”

“I—”

She cut me off. “Jake, I love that you’re obsessed. It makes me feel wanted, which is more than I can say for your dad lately. But you don’t have to sneak around. If you want it, you can just ask.”

She reached over, placed her hand on my thigh, and squeezed. “I know you watch a ton of ass porn. I’ve heard you. I know what you’re thinking about when you look at me.”

My face was on fire.

She moved her hand higher, almost to my crotch. “I like it too, you know. I love the feeling of being filled. But your dad refuses. Says it’s ‘gross.’ And he can barely keep an erection for vaginal penetration. If you want my ass, you can have it. But you have to promise, no more peeping, no more secrets and you never tell him ever, got it?”

I couldn’t speak. I just nodded, mouth open, so hard I was dizzy.

She smiled, “Bedroom … now.”

She stood, put on her yoga clothes and went inside, hips swaying for maximum effect. I followed her up the stairs, my brain totally short-circuiting, all the shame and guilt and need slamming together into one hot, unstoppable rush.

She pulled me into the bedroom the second the door was closed, her lips hitting mine hard, hands in my hair and then on my back, then under my shirt. And when I kissed her back, she moaned as if enjoying this more than anything else.

She walked me backward to her bed, then sat and tugged me down with her. The feeling of her tongue in my mouth, her hands moving fast and sure, was enough to make me forget that this was supposed to be impossible. But it was real, and she wanted it even more than I did. She made that clear in the way she went for my shorts, pulling them down to my knees, then stroking my hard cock, eyes never leaving mine.

“You’ve got a good one,” she whispered. “Thick and hard, perfect for what I want.” She twisted her fist at the head, making me buck, and grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll go slow.”

She stripped off her sports bra, letting her bell-shaped breasts spill out. She pressed them against my chest, her skin so hot I shivered.

“Take off my pants,” she said, and leaned back on her elbows, watching me.

I tried to go slow, but my hands shook and I fumbled the waistband. She laughed, then lifted her hips, letting me peel the yoga pants and thong in one go. The sight of her bare ass, tanned, perfectly smooth, a thick juicy curve that rippled as she sat up, hit me like a punch. I’d imagined this a thousand times, but the reality was beyond anything a phone screen could show. Ava’s pussy was shaved, glistening, a pink slit hiding between tanned thighs so toned I felt weak just looking at them. But it was her asshole that drew my eye, perfectly puckered and a little darker.

She saw where I was looking and wiggled her hips. “I told you. You can have it, but you need to get me ready.”

I knelt between her legs, heart racing, not sure what to do, but determined to try.

“Start with your tongue,” she said. “Just like porn, but gentler. I want to feel it.”

I licked her pussy first, tasting her, getting used to the softness, the heat and the little shudders that ran through her thighs when I hit the right spot. She hummed and ran her fingers through my hair, pressing me closer to her pussy. When she was wet and moaning, she lifted her knees and told me, “Now, higher.”

I ran my tongue up, tracing the line to her rim. I kissed it, then circled the tip of my tongue around the dark ring, amazed at how soft and clean it was.

“Go on,” she said. “You want it, eat it.”

I pushed my tongue in, fucking her ass with it, and she gasped, clenching and grinding against my face.

“Good boy,” she whispered. “I love that. Now … lube.”

She fetched a small bottle from her nightstand, handed it to me and rolled onto her stomach, ass high in the air, face down. I poured lube onto my fingers, then spread her cheeks and rubbed it around her rim, slowly working the tip in.

“That’s it,” she said. “Just a finger, move it around. I need to loosen up.”

I slid one finger in, shocked by how tight and warm it felt. She pushed back, taking me deeper, then told me to add another. With two fingers, I could see her asshole stretching, her skin shiny with lube. She moaned louder, arching her back, and I realized she was fingering herself at the same time.

When she was ready, she turned over and pulled me down for another kiss, this one hungrier and wetter with plenty of tongue action. She reached down and guided my cock to her pussy, letting me slide in for a few strokes, just to get coated in her juices. My stepmom’s pussy felt snug, warm and incredibly wet. Then she pulled out and pressed my cock against her asshole.

“Now,” she whispered. “Go slow. Push when I say push. If I tell you to stop, you stop.”

I lined up and pressed the head in. It felt tight, like she was trying to keep me out, but with every push and every word of encouragement, she relaxed, just a little more and invited me inside her ass. I got the head in and she hissed, clutching the sheets.

“Easy,” she said. “Just let me adjust. God, you’re thick.”

I waited, barely able to hold back, until she gave a little nod. “Deeper, go on.”

I pushed in, an inch at a time, watching her ass stretch and swallow me. She was so tight I could feel every heartbeat and every flex. When I was halfway in, she started rocking back, fucking herself onto my cock, her moans getting wilder.

“God, I missed this,” she groaned. “Your dad never would. He’s afraid I’ll get ruined. But this … this is what I want.”

I slid all the way in, my hips pressed to her ass. She clenched and gasped, then started working her muscles, milking me, her body totally in control.

“Fuck me,” she begged. “I want you to stretch my ass, Jake. All of it.”

I started thrusting, slow at first, then faster as she loosened. Every time I pulled out, her rim gripped the shaft, clinging to it, then swallowed it back. The noises were obscene, wet and loud, but it just made me harder.

“Look at you,” she said over her shoulder. “Fucking your stepmom’s ass. You ever think you’d get to do that?”

I couldn’t answer. I was too lost in the heat, the squeeze and the sight of her thick ass bouncing with every thrust. I forgot about the taboo part, but it just made it so much sweeter.

She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit, moaning nonstop. “Don’t stop,” she said. “If you want to cum, do it inside. I want to feel you fill me up.”

I felt it building, unstoppable, like I was going to explode. I kept thrusting, seeing her gorgeous ass ripple and my cock disappearing and reappearing inside her asshole, again and again and again. I was in heaven, the ring tightening around my cock, making the friction so much sweeter. “Fuck, this feels good.”

“So you like my ass, don’t you?” she asked, twisting her neck to look at me.

“Oh, I love it,” I said as I buried myself to the hilt and pulled back, seeing the ring grip my cock before I plunged it right back in. She matched my thrusts, backing her ass against my erection. She was hungry for cock. I could easily tell by her moans and sighs. What a woman. I gripped her cheeks for dear life as I penetrated her rosebud again, feeling the orgasm approach.

“Gosh, Ava, I’m coming.”

“Give it to me, you horny stud!”

Ten more anal strokes, and I climaxed. The first jet of cum shot out of my cock, followed by several more as I buried myself to the hilt. I came so hard I saw stars, pumping into her ass until it leaked out around my cock. She milked every drop, rocking back and forth to maintain the friction. I sighed in relief and then slowly pulled out, seeing her asshole gape open with cum and lube before closing properly. She collapsed on the bed, dragging me with her.

We lay there, and she stroked my back and whispered, “Good boy … promise kept?”

I nodded.

She kissed me again, then grinned. “No more peeking, okay? If you want me, you come to me when we’re alone. Deal?”

“Deal,” I said, and realized I’d never want anything else again.

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It was the summer after my junior year of college, and I was twenty and bored. Which is how I found myself in my bedroom, shorts tented, phone balanced on my abs, doomscrolling through Reddit while I pretended to study sports physiology. The clock said 1:17 AM. And I was halfway through a thread when I saw it: a crosspost to r/ DeepAnal. The thumbnail made my brain freeze. If you squinted, the girl’s ass looked exactly like Lila’s. Not Lila from my calculus class, my actual neighbor, Lila from three houses down, the one I’d been tongue-tied over since she moved in last winter.

My thumb hovered, sweat dotting the screen. I tapped in. The video started with Lila on her hands and knees, a black bedsheet beneath her, back arched. Even with her face blurred by a cheap filter, it was obviously her: the dark ponytail, the olive skin, the way she bit her lip even when she thought nobody was looking. The camera angle didn’t even try for subtlety; it was aimed dead center at her ass.

She had a plug already in, the kind you had to order from overseas if you didn’t want your credit card flagged by Amazon. She reached back, worked it loose with a twist, and let her asshole gape open, a dark coin slot in the middle of that roundness. My cock twitched as she pressed her fingers in, three at first, then four, each one making her gasp in a way that was both shocked and proud, like she couldn’t believe what her body was capable of.

The video cut … New angle. Lila upright, her tits out, natural and way bigger than the bras she wore around the block. She lubed up a thick blue dildo, longer than my forearm, and pressed it in with both hands. She took it all the way, no gagging and no drama. Her ass swallowed it in increments, the skin stretched shiny and perfect, until the base of the toy smacked her cheeks with a slick, porn-y sound. She held it there, flexed and then let out this giggle that was so out-of-place and real I nearly busted on the spot.

I thumbed through her profile. The page was full of posts. Most had five-digit upvotes and hundreds of comments, all drooling over her ass. But in every single video, she was alone.

I couldn’t sleep. I watched every single video, a slow-motion parade of plugs and beads and fists, each one more outrageous than the last. By the end, I was so hard my cock hurt, and I had the taste of her name in my mouth like a dare.

*****

The next morning, the world was exactly the same. Sun filtering through the window, mom on a call in the next room. If Lila were a porn star, she kept it under wraps. She still jogged in sports bras and took her trash out like a civilian, and she’d never so much as looked at me with anything but neighborly politeness.

So when my phone buzzed at 10:32 AM, and it was a text from her, I damn near spiked it across the room.

Hey, you up?

I waited a full minute before responding, because I didn’t want to seem desperate, but the minute felt like an hour and my thumbs shook the whole time.

Yeah. What’s up?

A three-bubble pause. Then, Could you help me move some stuff? It’s heavy as fuck. I’ll owe you a favor.

I read, “favor” and my brain melted.

Of course. Just lemme know when.

She responded with a “come by whenever,” with a winky face that would have been normal in any other context. Now it felt like a secret handshake.

I showered, threw on shorts and my tightest tank, and hurried outside. Her front yard was littered with cardboard boxes. The front door was open and music played from somewhere inside. I stepped in, trying not to trip over the pile of discarded Amazon tape, and called her name.

“In here!” Lila’s voice echoed from the living room.

I followed the sound. She was perched on the edge of her couch, legs crossed, wearing ripped jean shorts and a cropped sweatshirt that showed the bottom curve of her tits every time she moved. Her hair was up, like in the videos, and her nails were painted jet black.

“Hey, Noah!” She grinned, brushing dust off her thigh. “Thanks for coming on short notice. My parents are being dicks about their storage unit and I have to get all this shit out before they come back from their cruise.”

“No problem,” I said, trying not to stare at the way her shorts rode up her hips. “What am I moving?”

She pointed to a mountain of boxes in the corner. “Just those, and this coffee table. It’s heavier than it looks. If you drop it, I’ll cry.”

She had this way of talking that was all teasing, like she was daring you to take everything literally. I’d seen it in her videos last night as well. She would narrate her own actions, roast herself, make little jokes about splitting myself in half or ruining my future marriage. It was strange, hearing the same voice now, but without the echo of latex and lube.

I started with the boxes, loading them two at a time, making a show of flexing my arms a little harder than I needed to. Lila watched from the couch, one leg bouncing, lips curled into a smile.

“So what have you been up to all summer?” she asked.

“Working out, mostly. Trying not to go insane at my parents’ house,” I said.

She snorted. “I know that feeling. I’m about two days away from losing my mind.” She uncrossed her legs and bent forward to pick up a screwdriver, which gave me a direct, unfiltered view of her ass. The shorts wedged up high, like they were painted on, and I had to look away before I pitched a giant tent.

She caught the glance and grinned. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“No, I’m good.”

Every time she bent over or squatted, I saw more skin, more hot angles. I thought of the videos, the way her body looked from behind, how she seemed to take it all like it was nothing, and wondered how the hell she wasn’t famous outside of Reddit.

I carried the last box out and set it on the porch. When I came back, she was standing in front of the coffee table, hands on her hips, sweating slightly. She tried lifting one side and immediately gave up, fake-dramatic groaning.

“God, I’m useless,” she said. “Can you just drag it to the dining room?”

“Sure,” I said. The thing weighed a ton, but I managed to muscle it off the floor and move it across the carpet. Lila followed, giving directions, but halfway down the hall she stopped me.

“Wait. Here, let’s move it to the bedroom instead.”

She held the door open and watched me lug the thing in. The bed was stripped bare except for a black sheet and a messy pile of pillows. It looked exactly like the set from her videos. I swallowed and tried not to let my mind go there.

I put the table down and wiped the sweat from my brow.

“You okay?” she asked, cocking her head.

“Yeah. Just, uh.” She arched an eyebrow and I decided to be upfront. “I’ve seen what you film here.”

She smirked. “You seen my stuff?” she said, rolling onto her stomach. The hem of her shorts pulled so high I could see the white outline of her thong.

“Yeah, actually. Discovered your content last night.”

She grinned, pleased. “Which one?”

“Uh, the, uh, dildo one. And the plug thing. And… all of them, honestly.”

She propped her chin in her hands. “The internet is wild, right? I never even told anyone my username.”

I shrugged, heart in my throat. “I recognized you straight away.”

She bit her lip, eyes narrowing, as if she were looking through me. “So, you like anal?”

“I think you’re the only person alive who could take a thing that thick.”

She laughed. “I get that a lot.”

I felt the need to say something, anything, before I died of embarrassment. “You ever, uh… try it for real? With a guy?”

She rolled onto her back, arms above her head, and arched one eyebrow. “You offering?”

For a second, I didn’t believe she was serious. She must have seen the look on my face, because she sat up and hooked her finger at me.

“Come here,” she said.

I stepped forward. She reached for my waistband and tugged my shorts down just enough to see the outline of my cock.

“Damn,” she said, “you’re bigger than most of my toys.”

I half-laughed, not knowing what to do with my hands.

She got up on her knees and leaned in. “If I let you fuck my ass, you gotta do me a favor.”

“Anything,” I said.

She grinned, wolfish. “Help me film one for my page. I get more subs when there’s a real dick. And I’ll give you the best experience of your life.”

She said it like it was no big deal, like we were swapping homework answers. I nodded, dumbstruck, and she grabbed a bottle of lube from her nightstand. It was twice the size of my shampoo.

She took off her sweatshirt in one move, freeing her tits with a soft bounce, then shimmied her shorts down her hips. She wore nothing underneath. Her ass looked exactly as it did online: plump, tan and a perfect dimple over the left cheek. Her ass was smooth enough to shine, and just below those perfect cheeks, the pink of her pussy was impossible to ignore. She handed me her phone. “Just keep it steady and point it at my hole,” she said, then crawled onto the bed and raised her ass high.

She lubed up her fingers and worked them inside herself, slow and methodical. She explained to the “audience” what she was doing, her voice equal parts sexy and clinical.

“Gotta get ready for the main event,” she said, winking at the phone. Then she took out her old standby, a pink silicone plug as thick as her forearm, and slid it in, inch by inch, until it bottomed out and made her gasp. She held it there, flexed, then worked it loose with a pop that made my cock twitch.

She looked over her shoulder at me, eyes dark and hungry. “You ever done this before?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No. Not even close.”

She grinned. “Then you’re in for a treat. Just go slow at first. And use lots of this.” She squirted a gob of lube into her palm and handed the bottle to me.

I climbed on the bed, phone still recording, and lined myself up behind her. She reached back, spread her cheeks wide, and waited. I pressed the head of my cock to her opening and felt it twitch. She was hot, slick and tight even after all the prep.

She moaned. “Fuck, you’re huge. Go slow, or I’ll rip in half.”

I did as told, pushing in an inch at a time, watching as her asshole stretched around me. She talked me through it, calling out every sensation, every catch of breath and every time I had to stop and wait for her to relax. I could barely hold the phone steady.

Halfway in, she let out a sharp gasp and grabbed my wrist. “Hold it there. Let me get used to it.”

I stopped, feeling her pulse around me. She looked back and licked her lips. “Keep going.”

I pushed deeper, my cock swallowed by her, until my hips were pressed to her ass and there was nowhere left to go. She whimpered, but it was the good kind, and reached under herself to rub her clit.

“Fuck… you’re so deep,” she gasped. “Hold still for a second. Let me feel all of you.”

I stayed buried to the hilt, my cock throbbing inside the tightest, hottest place I had ever been. Her ass pulsed around me, squeezing and relaxing like it was trying to pull me even deeper. The heat was insane, a silky, velvet grip that made my head spin.

Lila breathed through it, then slowly started rocking back against me. “Okay… start fucking. Nice and deep. I want to feel every inch.”

I pulled back until just the head remained inside her stretched ring, then slid forward again, watching my cock disappear between her perfect cheeks. The lube made everything slick and obscene. Each thrust was smoother than the last, and soon I was fucking her with long, deliberate strokes, bottoming out every time. The phone in my hand shook, but I kept it pointed at the point where we were joined.

“God, yes,” she moaned, pushing back to meet me. “Deeper. Really give it to me.”

I gripped her hip with my free hand and started driving harder. The wet, filthy sound of my cock sliding in and out of her ass filled the room. Her cheeks rippled with every impact. I could see her tight ring stretched shiny and pink around my thickness, gripping me like it never wanted to let go.

Lila’s moans got louder. She rubbed her clit faster, her back arching beautifully. “Don’t stop… fuck my ass just like that. You’re so deep, baby.”

The sensation was overwhelming. Her ass was tighter and hotter than anything I’d ever imagined. Every thrust dragged along her walls, the pressure incredible. I could feel her body surrendering more with each stroke, taking me deeper than I thought possible.

I set the phone on the nightstand, angled so it still captured everything, and grabbed both her hips. I started fucking her harder, faster, the slap of skin on skin growing louder. Lila cried out, pushing back to meet every thrust, her ass rippling as I pounded into her.

“Yes! Right there, fuck, you’re hitting so deep!”

I lost myself in the ass fucking. The feeling of her tight ring sliding up and down my shaft, the way her insides clenched and fluttered around me, the sight of her perfect ass bouncing against my hips, it was too much. I could feel my balls tightening, the orgasm building fast.

Ten more anal strokes, and I slammed into her as deep as I could go and came hard. My cock pulsed violently, shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside her ass. I kept thrusting through it, grinding against her, pumping every drop into her tight hole. The sensation of cumming raw in her ass while the phone recorded it was unreal.

Lila moaned loudly as she felt me unloading inside her. Her own orgasm hit right after, her ass clenching around my cock, milking every last spurt. She rubbed her clit furiously, body shaking as she came with me buried to the hilt.

We stayed locked together for a long moment, both panting. I could feel my cum leaking out around my cock as I slowly softened inside her. When I finally pulled out, a thick white trickle oozed from her stretched hole, dripping down her thigh. Lila reached back, spread her cheeks, and I fetched her phone to get a perfect close-up of my cum leaking from her well-fucked ass.

“Well?” she said, sitting up, my cum leaking down her thigh.

“Holy shit,” I said, still catching my breath. “That was…”

She laughed and wiped herself off with a towel. “Best favor you ever did for a neighbor?”

“Not even close,” I said, grinning.

She winked. “Let’s make it a weekly thing, then. I get more followers, you get to wreck my ass.”

She tossed the towel at me, and I caught it, still half-hard.

She was right, the internet was wild. But real life, at least for the moment, was even better.

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It was the summer after my junior year of college, and I was twenty and bored. Which is how I found myself in my bedroom, shorts tented, phone balanced on my abs, doomscrolling through Reddit while I pretended to study sports physiology. The clock said 1:17 AM. And I was halfway through a thread when I saw it: a crosspost to r/ DeepAnal. The thumbnail made my brain freeze. If you squinted, the girl’s ass looked exactly like Lila’s. Not Lila from my calculus class, my actual neighbor, Lila from three houses down, the one I’d been tongue-tied over since she moved in last winter.

My thumb hovered, sweat dotting the screen. I tapped in. The video started with Lila on her hands and knees, a black bedsheet beneath her, back arched. Even with her face blurred by a cheap filter, it was obviously her: the dark ponytail, the olive skin, the way she bit her lip even when she thought nobody was looking. The camera angle didn’t even try for subtlety; it was aimed dead center at her ass.

She had a plug already in, the kind you had to order from overseas if you didn’t want your credit card flagged by Amazon. She reached back, worked it loose with a twist, and let her asshole gape open, a dark coin slot in the middle of that roundness. My cock twitched as she pressed her fingers in, three at first, then four, each one making her gasp in a way that was both shocked and proud, like she couldn’t believe what her body was capable of.

The video cut … New angle. Lila upright, her tits out, natural and way bigger than the bras she wore around the block. She lubed up a thick blue dildo, longer than my forearm, and pressed it in with both hands. She took it all the way, no gagging and no drama. Her ass swallowed it in increments, the skin stretched shiny and perfect, until the base of the toy smacked her cheeks with a slick, porn-y sound. She held it there, flexed and then let out this giggle that was so out-of-place and real I nearly busted on the spot.

I thumbed through her profile. The page was full of posts. Most had five-digit upvotes and hundreds of comments, all drooling over her ass. But in every single video, she was alone.

I couldn’t sleep. I watched every single video, a slow-motion parade of plugs and beads and fists, each one more outrageous than the last. By the end, I was so hard my cock hurt, and I had the taste of her name in my mouth like a dare.

*****

The next morning, the world was exactly the same. Sun filtering through the window, mom on a call in the next room. If Lila were a porn star, she kept it under wraps. She still jogged in sports bras and took her trash out like a civilian, and she’d never so much as looked at me with anything but neighborly politeness.

So when my phone buzzed at 10:32 AM, and it was a text from her, I damn near spiked it across the room.

Hey, you up?

I waited a full minute before responding, because I didn’t want to seem desperate, but the minute felt like an hour and my thumbs shook the whole time.

Yeah. What’s up?

A three-bubble pause. Then, Could you help me move some stuff? It’s heavy as fuck. I’ll owe you a favor.

I read, “favor” and my brain melted.

Of course. Just lemme know when.

She responded with a “come by whenever,” with a winky face that would have been normal in any other context. Now it felt like a secret handshake.

I showered, threw on shorts and my tightest tank, and hurried outside. Her front yard was littered with cardboard boxes. The front door was open and music played from somewhere inside. I stepped in, trying not to trip over the pile of discarded Amazon tape, and called her name.

“In here!” Lila’s voice echoed from the living room.

I followed the sound. She was perched on the edge of her couch, legs crossed, wearing ripped jean shorts and a cropped sweatshirt that showed the bottom curve of her tits every time she moved. Her hair was up, like in the videos, and her nails were painted jet black.

“Hey, Noah!” She grinned, brushing dust off her thigh. “Thanks for coming on short notice. My parents are being dicks about their storage unit and I have to get all this shit out before they come back from their cruise.”

“No problem,” I said, trying not to stare at the way her shorts rode up her hips. “What am I moving?”

She pointed to a mountain of boxes in the corner. “Just those, and this coffee table. It’s heavier than it looks. If you drop it, I’ll cry.”

She had this way of talking that was all teasing, like she was daring you to take everything literally. I’d seen it in her videos last night as well. She would narrate her own actions, roast herself, make little jokes about splitting myself in half or ruining my future marriage. It was strange, hearing the same voice now, but without the echo of latex and lube.

I started with the boxes, loading them two at a time, making a show of flexing my arms a little harder than I needed to. Lila watched from the couch, one leg bouncing, lips curled into a smile.

“So what have you been up to all summer?” she asked.

“Working out, mostly. Trying not to go insane at my parents’ house,” I said.

She snorted. “I know that feeling. I’m about two days away from losing my mind.” She uncrossed her legs and bent forward to pick up a screwdriver, which gave me a direct, unfiltered view of her ass. The shorts wedged up high, like they were painted on, and I had to look away before I pitched a giant tent.

She caught the glance and grinned. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“No, I’m good.”

Every time she bent over or squatted, I saw more skin, more hot angles. I thought of the videos, the way her body looked from behind, how she seemed to take it all like it was nothing, and wondered how the hell she wasn’t famous outside of Reddit.

I carried the last box out and set it on the porch. When I came back, she was standing in front of the coffee table, hands on her hips, sweating slightly. She tried lifting one side and immediately gave up, fake-dramatic groaning.

“God, I’m useless,” she said. “Can you just drag it to the dining room?”

“Sure,” I said. The thing weighed a ton, but I managed to muscle it off the floor and move it across the carpet. Lila followed, giving directions, but halfway down the hall she stopped me.

“Wait. Here, let’s move it to the bedroom instead.”

She held the door open and watched me lug the thing in. The bed was stripped bare except for a black sheet and a messy pile of pillows. It looked exactly like the set from her videos. I swallowed and tried not to let my mind go there.

I put the table down and wiped the sweat from my brow.

“You okay?” she asked, cocking her head.

“Yeah. Just, uh.” She arched an eyebrow and I decided to be upfront. “I’ve seen what you film here.”

She smirked. “You seen my stuff?” she said, rolling onto her stomach. The hem of her shorts pulled so high I could see the white outline of her thong.

“Yeah, actually. Discovered your content last night.”

She grinned, pleased. “Which one?”

“Uh, the, uh, dildo one. And the plug thing. And… all of them, honestly.”

She propped her chin in her hands. “The internet is wild, right? I never even told anyone my username.”

I shrugged, heart in my throat. “I recognized you straight away.”

She bit her lip, eyes narrowing, as if she were looking through me. “So, you like anal?”

“I think you’re the only person alive who could take a thing that thick.”

She laughed. “I get that a lot.”

I felt the need to say something, anything, before I died of embarrassment. “You ever, uh… try it for real? With a guy?”

She rolled onto her back, arms above her head, and arched one eyebrow. “You offering?”

For a second, I didn’t believe she was serious. She must have seen the look on my face, because she sat up and hooked her finger at me.

“Come here,” she said.

I stepped forward. She reached for my waistband and tugged my shorts down just enough to see the outline of my cock.

“Damn,” she said, “you’re bigger than most of my toys.”

I half-laughed, not knowing what to do with my hands.

She got up on her knees and leaned in. “If I let you fuck my ass, you gotta do me a favor.”

“Anything,” I said.

She grinned, wolfish. “Help me film one for my page. I get more subs when there’s a real dick. And I’ll give you the best experience of your life.”

She said it like it was no big deal, like we were swapping homework answers. I nodded, dumbstruck, and she grabbed a bottle of lube from her nightstand. It was twice the size of my shampoo.

She took off her sweatshirt in one move, freeing her tits with a soft bounce, then shimmied her shorts down her hips. She wore nothing underneath. Her ass looked exactly as it did online: plump, tan and a perfect dimple over the left cheek. Her ass was smooth enough to shine, and just below those perfect cheeks, the pink of her pussy was impossible to ignore. She handed me her phone. “Just keep it steady and point it at my hole,” she said, then crawled onto the bed and raised her ass high.

She lubed up her fingers and worked them inside herself, slow and methodical. She explained to the “audience” what she was doing, her voice equal parts sexy and clinical.

“Gotta get ready for the main event,” she said, winking at the phone. Then she took out her old standby, a pink silicone plug as thick as her forearm, and slid it in, inch by inch, until it bottomed out and made her gasp. She held it there, flexed, then worked it loose with a pop that made my cock twitch.

She looked over her shoulder at me, eyes dark and hungry. “You ever done this before?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No. Not even close.”

She grinned. “Then you’re in for a treat. Just go slow at first. And use lots of this.” She squirted a gob of lube into her palm and handed the bottle to me.

I climbed on the bed, phone still recording, and lined myself up behind her. She reached back, spread her cheeks wide, and waited. I pressed the head of my cock to her opening and felt it twitch. She was hot, slick and tight even after all the prep.

She moaned. “Fuck, you’re huge. Go slow, or I’ll rip in half.”

I did as told, pushing in an inch at a time, watching as her asshole stretched around me. She talked me through it, calling out every sensation, every catch of breath and every time I had to stop and wait for her to relax. I could barely hold the phone steady.

Halfway in, she let out a sharp gasp and grabbed my wrist. “Hold it there. Let me get used to it.”

I stopped, feeling her pulse around me. She looked back and licked her lips. “Keep going.”

I pushed deeper, my cock swallowed by her, until my hips were pressed to her ass and there was nowhere left to go. She whimpered, but it was the good kind, and reached under herself to rub her clit.

“Fuck… you’re so deep,” she gasped. “Hold still for a second. Let me feel all of you.”

I stayed buried to the hilt, my cock throbbing inside the tightest, hottest place I had ever been. Her ass pulsed around me, squeezing and relaxing like it was trying to pull me even deeper. The heat was insane, a silky, velvet grip that made my head spin.

Lila breathed through it, then slowly started rocking back against me. “Okay… start fucking. Nice and deep. I want to feel every inch.”

I pulled back until just the head remained inside her stretched ring, then slid forward again, watching my cock disappear between her perfect cheeks. The lube made everything slick and obscene. Each thrust was smoother than the last, and soon I was fucking her with long, deliberate strokes, bottoming out every time. The phone in my hand shook, but I kept it pointed at the point where we were joined.

“God, yes,” she moaned, pushing back to meet me. “Deeper. Really give it to me.”

I gripped her hip with my free hand and started driving harder. The wet, filthy sound of my cock sliding in and out of her ass filled the room. Her cheeks rippled with every impact. I could see her tight ring stretched shiny and pink around my thickness, gripping me like it never wanted to let go.

Lila’s moans got louder. She rubbed her clit faster, her back arching beautifully. “Don’t stop… fuck my ass just like that. You’re so deep, baby.”

The sensation was overwhelming. Her ass was tighter and hotter than anything I’d ever imagined. Every thrust dragged along her walls, the pressure incredible. I could feel her body surrendering more with each stroke, taking me deeper than I thought possible.

I set the phone on the nightstand, angled so it still captured everything, and grabbed both her hips. I started fucking her harder, faster, the slap of skin on skin growing louder. Lila cried out, pushing back to meet every thrust, her ass rippling as I pounded into her.

“Yes! Right there, fuck, you’re hitting so deep!”

I lost myself in the ass fucking. The feeling of her tight ring sliding up and down my shaft, the way her insides clenched and fluttered around me, the sight of her perfect ass bouncing against my hips, it was too much. I could feel my balls tightening, the orgasm building fast.

Ten more anal strokes, and I slammed into her as deep as I could go and came hard. My cock pulsed violently, shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside her ass. I kept thrusting through it, grinding against her, pumping every drop into her tight hole. The sensation of cumming raw in her ass while the phone recorded it was unreal.

Lila moaned loudly as she felt me unloading inside her. Her own orgasm hit right after, her ass clenching around my cock, milking every last spurt. She rubbed her clit furiously, body shaking as she came with me buried to the hilt.

We stayed locked together for a long moment, both panting. I could feel my cum leaking out around my cock as I slowly softened inside her. When I finally pulled out, a thick white trickle oozed from her stretched hole, dripping down her thigh. Lila reached back, spread her cheeks, and I fetched her phone to get a perfect close-up of my cum leaking from her well-fucked ass.

“Well?” she said, sitting up, my cum leaking down her thigh.

“Holy shit,” I said, still catching my breath. “That was…”

She laughed and wiped herself off with a towel. “Best favor you ever did for a neighbor?”

“Not even close,” I said, grinning.

She winked. “Let’s make it a weekly thing, then. I get more followers, you get to wreck my ass.”

She tossed the towel at me, and I caught it, still half-hard.

She was right, the internet was wild. But real life, at least for the moment, was even better.

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Nadia liked to fuck dirty. I’d never met a woman who made me feel so wanted, like every part of me was a treat she couldn’t wait to unwrap and devour. We’d been married seven months and, even with the honeymoon long over, she was still insatiable. Our favorite spot was her ass. It was the first thing I’d noticed about her, and I’m not proud of that, but it wasn’t something you could ignore. She was built like a fertility goddess, with the kind of hips and curves that made my hands look small. Her ass was a religion, and I worshiped it daily.

So that night, when she padded into our room wearing just one of my old college tees and a grin, I knew what she wanted. She bent over the bed and pulled the hem up, baring herself. No panties, of course. Her skin was already flushed, thighs tight and trembling a little, even before I touched her.

“Did you lock the door?” she said, glancing back.

“Why would I?” I asked, stroking her cheeks apart. The pale round of her ass framed her puckered star, just begging. “Amy’s old enough to know to knock.”

Amy was her daughter and now my stepdaughter. Nadia snorted. “You have more faith in her than I do.”

Spreading lube along my shaft, I slid my cock along the seam of her ass, not even pretending to tease. She whimpered, arching her back and said, “Don’t go slow. I want it rough tonight.”

I gripped her hips, aimed, and pushed in, meeting her with a little resistance. She gasped, the noise half-pain and half-dirty joy. We’d worked up to this over months, but she always liked the initial stretch. I filled her inch by inch, watching her back arch, her hands clutching the comforter in fists. The air was thick with the smell of her, her need and the wet slap of my thighs against her skin.

“Fuck, yes, Danny, just like that,” she moaned. “God, I love your cock in my ass.”

She was louder than usual, but I didn’t care. I loved her this way: uninhibited and greedy for every inch I could give her. I started pounding harder, bracing myself on her lower back, the pressure building as her muscles squeezed me tight.

“Give it to me,” she said. “All the way. Don’t hold back.”

It was a command, not a request, and I answered by slamming into her, bottoming out with a wet pop. She moaned, the sound muffled into the pillow. I was seconds from coming when I heard a small gasp at the door. My head whipped around, and there was Amy, framed in the crack of light from the hallway.

She just stood there, eyes wide as plates, frozen mid-step in her pajamas. Her chestnut hair was a mess, and her face had that baby-smoothness that still shocked me sometimes. Nineteen, but she looked even younger with the freckles and pink cheeks. And right now, she was looking directly at where my cock disappeared into her mom’s ass.

Nadia saw her, too. “Jesus, Amy! Get out!” she snapped, breathless.

Amy blinked, mouth still open. “Sorry, I didn’t—” She spun around and vanished down the hall. The door slammed, but not all the way, leaving an inch gap.

I pulled out, but Nadia just reached behind and grabbed my cock, yanking me back into place.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “You’re not done.”

That was all it took. I drove into her again, harder than before. My body was on fire. I came in thick, shuddering spurts, collapsing over her as she squeezed every drop from me. She laughed and said, “Guess she knows what real sex looks like now.”

We stayed like that, tangled and sweating, until I finally pulled out. Cum oozed from her gaping hole, the sight as obscene as it was hot. Nadia twisted, sat up, and kissed me hard.

“You owe her a talk,” she said. “Tomorrow. She’s probably scarred for life.”

“Yeah,” I said, though I doubted Amy would ever look at me the same.

Nadia rolled her eyes, wiped herself with a tissue, and padded off to the bathroom. I fell back on the bed and tried to process what had just happened. Part of me wanted to feel like a failure as a parent. The bigger part just felt incredibly alive.

***

The following morning, Amy didn’t talk to me at breakfast. She sat at the kitchen island, scrolling her phone, picking at the yogurt and granola Nadia had left out. She wore one of my old t-shirts over gym shorts. She avoided my eyes, but every time I got up to grab something, she stiffened.

I’d known her for two years, and we’d lived together for seven months, and there’d always been an easy, almost conspiratorial closeness. Not like real father and daughter, her actual dad was a lawyer out in Tempe, barely called, but more like roommates who secretly enjoyed each other’s company. After the divorce, I’d been her only real constant. Now, she kept her head down and spooned yogurt like she was trying not to throw up.

I sat across from her. “Amy, about last night—”

She cut me off. “Don’t. I’m not a little kid.” She looked up, hazel eyes darting over my face, then away. “I know what sex is, okay?”

I forced a laugh, though my cheeks burned. “Not everyone’s into what your mom likes.”

She snorted, barely audible. “You mean, in the ass?” Her lips curled, not mocking but intrigued.

“Yeah,” I said, clearing my throat. “Sorry you had to see that.”

She stared at the fridge, not speaking. Then, she said, “Did it hurt her?”

I shook my head. “No, she loves it. I’d never do anything to hurt her.” I paused. “Or you.”

Amy rolled her eyes, but the edge had softened. “That’s not what I mean. Just…” She twirled her spoon. “Why do people like it? Isn’t it gross?”

I hesitated. This was not a conversation I wanted to have before nine in the morning. But Amy had always been curious, and it was better coming from me than a random Reddit thread.

“Some people like the feeling,” I said, trying to sound clinical. “It’s intense. For a lot of women, it’s where the nerves are most sensitive. And, uh, for guys, being inside is… tighter.” I regretted the last word the second I said it.

She blushed, her freckles vanishing into red. “So you like it, too?”

I smiled sheepishly. “Your mom makes it hard not to.”

Amy chewed her bottom lip, thinking. “Did she always do that? Even with my dad?”

The question caught me off guard. “I don’t know. She never talked about it.”

Amy nodded. She scraped her bowl, then slid off the stool. “I’m going to the gym,” she mumbled, grabbing her keys. “See you later.”

I watched her go, feeling something complicated twist inside me.

*****

The rest of the week, Amy was distant but not rude. She texted from her room or hung out at the community pool with friends, came home late and did her own laundry. I tried to let it pass, hoping she’d just erase the memory and move on. But the following Friday, after Nadia left for a three-day work conference, I found Amy sitting at the kitchen table with her laptop open to a shopping site.

She looked up when I walked in. “Can I ask you something weird?” she said.

“Go for it.”

She turned the screen. “I want to buy something but it needs your credit card.”

On the page was a pink silicone butt plug, shaped like a little tulip. There was a matching bottle of lube and a book called Beginner’s Guide to Anal Play.

I tried to play it cool. “Is this a prank?”

She blushed, shaking her head. “No. I mean… I know it’s weird. I just, I want to try. And I’m not going to ask Mom. She’d never let me live it down.”

“Why does it need my credit card exactly?”

She blushed deeper. “I can’t afford it.”

I tried to picture Amy in the same position I’d seen Nadia, bent over, cheeks spread. The image made my stomach flutter. “It’s your body,” I said, finally. “But, um, you should be careful. You know, start small.”

She made a face. “I read the reviews. Some people started too big and it was a disaster.”

I laughed, despite myself. “Okay. But maybe buy something less…” I scrolled the page and found a smaller, less aggressive looking one. “Start with this.”

Amy grinned. She clicked add to cart.

I typed in my card info, feeling like the world’s worst stepdad. “Let me know if you need any… help,” I said, instantly regretting it.

Amy closed the laptop. “Maybe I will,” she said, with a wink that was both innocent and completely not.

*****

The package arrived on the following day, and Amy opened it in the living room, right in front of me. She took the box out, turned the plug over in her hands, and said, “It’s smaller than I thought.”

“Do you want me to show you how to use it?” I asked, only half joking.

She looked at me, eyes huge. “Would you?”

“Sure,” I said, keeping my tone light. “You want a demo?”

Amy’s eyes lit up. “Yeah, I’d like that.” She clutched the box to her chest. “My room?”

I nodded, a knot forming in my stomach. This was crossing a line, but I told myself I was just helping her learn safely. That’s what stepfathers do, right?

She led the way down the hall. When we reached her bedroom, I paused at the threshold while she bounced onto her bed, already tearing open the packaging.

“Come in,” she said. “I’m not going to bite.”

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, feeling the weight of what I was about to do. Amy had already pulled out the small silicone plug and was examining it with curious fingers.

“So how do I…?” she trailed off.

“You’ll need the lube,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “And privacy.”

She nodded, then stood up. Without warning, she turned around, bent over slightly and pulled her gym shorts down. Her panties followed, exposing her round, perfect ass. It was smaller than Nadia’s but just as perfectly shaped, two flawless half-moons, pale and smooth except for a light dusting of freckles across the tops of her cheeks.

“Like this?” she asked innocently, glancing back over her shoulder.

Between her legs, I caught a glimpse of her pussy, pink, tight, with a neat triangle of chestnut hair above. I forced myself to look away, but not before the image burned itself into my brain.

“You should, um, lie on your side,” I said. “It’ll be easier the first time.”

She obeyed, pulling her shorts completely off and lying on the bed. I sat beside her, keeping a respectful distance.

“First, put lube on the plug and your… entrance,” I said. “Be generous.”

She fumbled with the bottle, squeezing too much onto her fingers. “Like this?”

“Yeah, now reach behind and just press it against yourself. Don’t force it.”

I watched as she reached between her cheeks, her face concentrated. She gasped slightly when her fingers made contact.

“Cold,” she murmured.

“Take your time,” I said. “Relax and breathe.”

After a moment of fumbling, she looked up at me with frustration. “I can’t see what I’m doing. Can you help me?”

Jesus Christ, I should have said no. I should have walked out. Instead, I took the plug from her hand, applied more lube, and positioned myself behind her.

“This might feel strange,” I told her, pressing the tip against her tight rosebud. “Just push out a little.”

She nodded, her breathing quick. I pressed gently, and to my surprise, her body accepted the plug easily. It slipped in with a soft pop, leaving only the flared base visible.

“Oh!” she gasped. “That’s… different.”

“How does it feel?” I asked, my voice husky.

“Full, but good.” She rolled her hips experimentally. “How long should I leave it in?”

“Start with fifteen minutes,” I said, moving back to a safer distance. “Then thirty next time. Work up to an hour.”

She sat up carefully, wincing slightly as the plug shifted inside her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright.

“Do you have a boyfriend you’re planning to try this with?” I asked.

She shook her head. “Not right now. But guys seem to like it, right? I want to be prepared.”

“Smart,” I said, nodding. “Most guys would appreciate that.”

She bit her lip, looking at me through her lashes. “Could you help me with the dildo too? I’m not sure how to use it after the plug.”

My cock twitched in my jeans. This was getting dangerous. “Let’s try the plug first,” I said. “If you’re comfortable with that, we can try the next step.”

She pouted but agreed. We sat talking for a few more minutes, which was a bit awkward, about school and her friends, while she adjusted to the sensation. After fifteen minutes, she squirmed.

“I think I’m ready to take it out now.”

I helped her onto her hands and knees. “Bear down a little,” I instructed, gripping the base of the plug. I pulled gently, and it slid out with minimal resistance.

My breath caught in my throat. Her asshole gaped slightly before slowly closing, a perfect pink star, glistening with lube. My cock was fully hard now, straining against my zipper.

“Can we try the dildo?” she asked, looking back at me with those innocent eyes.

I reached for the lube, my hands shaking slightly. “We’ll need more of this.”

Just as I was about to squeeze some onto my fingers, we heard the sound of tires on gravel outside … Nadia’s car.

“Your mom’s home early,” I said.

Amy rolled her eyes. “So typical.”

I quickly handed her the plug and lube. “This stays between us, okay? Your mom would kill me.”

She nodded, disappointment clear on her face. “Yeah, of course, our secret.”

*****

The following day, Nadia would stay over at her sister’s place. She kissed me goodbye at the door. “I’ll be back Sunday night,” she said. “My sister needs help with the move, and I figure I can just stay over.”

“No problem,” I said, pulling her close for another kiss. “Don’t worry about us.”

“I’ll send you some pics tonight,” she whispered, her hand brushing over my crotch. “Something to keep you company while I’m gone.”

I groaned. “You spoil me.”

“Just be nice to Amy,” she added, grabbing her overnight bag. “She’s been quiet lately. Maybe do a movie night or something?”

“Of course,” I promised, feeling a twinge of guilt. If only she knew what her daughter had been up to with me.

After Nadia drove away, I spent the afternoon cleaning the living room, trying to keep my mind occupied with mundane tasks. Around seven, I heard Amy’s bedroom door open. She padded downstairs while I was cleaning.

“So,” she said, leaning against the counter. “Mom’s gone all weekend.”

I nodded. “Yep.”

“I was thinking…” Her voice dropped lower. “Maybe we could continue where we left off? With the toys?”

“Amy, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not? I’ve been practicing with the plug. I’m getting really good at it.”

She was wearing cotton shorts and a tank top. Nothing provocative, but my body responded anyway.

“This isn’t right,” I said weakly.

“I want to learn,” she insisted. “And I trust you more than some random guy.”

My resolve was crumbling. I knew I should say no, should be the responsible adult, but the image of her bent over, waiting for me to guide her, was overwhelming.

“Fine,” I said. “But just the dildo. That’s it.”

Her face lit up. “Come to my room in ten minutes.”

I finished cleaning, and when I finally walked down the hall to her bedroom, I found the door slightly ajar. I pushed it open. Amy was on her bed, on all fours, shorts pulled down to her thighs. The base of the pink plug was visible between her cheeks. “Jesus,” I muttered, closing the door behind me.

“I’ve had it in for an hour,” she said proudly. “It doesn’t even hurt anymore.”

I approached the bed, my heart hammering. “That’s… good. You’re learning fast.”

She wiggled her ass slightly. “Can you take it out? I want to try the dildo now.”

I sat on the edge of the bed and placed my hand on her lower back. “Bear down a little,” I instructed, gripping the base of the plug. I pulled gently, and it slid out with a gentle pop.

I took the dildo, slicked it generously with lube and pressed the tip against her still-gaping hole. She inhaled sharply, ass cheeks tensing, then relaxed as I pushed slowly. The toy slid in easier than the plug, her body already stretched and excited. I watched it disappear inch by inch, the silicone stretching her pink rim wider, the lube making it glisten. She moaned low, hips rocking back to take more, her pussy dripping below.

“Feels… good,” she said. “Deeper.”

I worked it in and out, slow strokes at first, letting her feel every ridge. Her ass gripped the toy tightly, clinging on the pull-back, then opening eagerly for each push. The sight was hypnotic: her round cheeks parted, the dildo sliding smoothly and her hole stretched and shiny. She whimpered, fingers clutching the sheets, pushing back harder.

“Is that alright?”

“Yeah, but stop.”

I did, and I pulled the dildo out with a wet pop, her hole gaping for a second before clenching shut. “You alright?”

“Do you think, uhm, could we do the real thing?”

“Amy, we’re taking this too far.”

“Please?” she pleaded. “I promise I won’t tell Mom.”

I mulled it over. I was rock hard, and her ass was already right in front of me, prepared and slick with lube. I badly wanted to kiss her cheeks, lick her crack and push my cock inside. Besides, Nadia wasn’t home today, and I wasn’t a fan of masturbating. “You promise you won’t tell your mother?”

“Of course!” she said. “She’d probably kill me too.”

I leaned in, kissing one cheek then the other. Her skin was warm, smooth and tasting of soap and her natural sweetness. She was delicious and sweet. I kissed along the crack, tongue flicking out to trace the sensitive skin, circling her puckered hole. She moaned, pushing back against my face.

“God, that tickles!”

I continued. Tongue flat against her hole, slow circles, then pressing inside just the tip. She trembled, ass cheeks quivering around my face. I licked deeper, tongue sliding in and out, tasting her clean, musky warmth. My hands spread her wider, thumbs pulling her open as I rimmed her thoroughly, making her wet and relaxed.

She was panting now, hips rocking. “That was nice … But I want your cock too!”

“I’ll give it to you.” I grabbed the lube, slicked my cock generously then pressed the head to her hole. The resistance was intense, her ring tight, unyielding at first. I pushed gently, feeling the muscle give way with a soft pop as the head slipped inside. She gasped, fingers clutching the sheets. “Oh fuck… it’s so big,” she whimpered. “Slow…”

I held still, letting her adjust. The tightness was unbelievable, and felt even better than her mother’s ass. I pushed deeper, inch by inch, feeling her walls stretch around me and clinging desperately. The friction was intense, every ridge of me dragging against her smooth inner walls. When I bottomed out, hips flush against her ass, she moaned long and low, body trembling.

“So full… God, it feels so good.”

I started fucking her, slow, shallow thrusts at first. Her ass gripped me on every withdrawal, reluctant to let go, then opened eagerly for each push back in. The sensation was raw, intimate, and hotter and tighter than anything I’d felt with Nadia. Her cheeks jiggled with each thrust, the pale skin flushing pink from the impact. Her chestnut hair spilled across her back, swaying with the rhythm.

The slap of skin on skin, her moans and my grunts were pure animal need. But I pulled out suddenly, cock slick and throbbing. “Turn over. I want to see your face.”

She flipped onto her back, legs spread wide, knees drawn up. She was breathtaking: full, perky breasts heaving with each breath, nipples hard and pink, stomach flat, pussy glistening and that perfect round ass lifted slightly off the bed. Her chestnut hair fanned across the pillow, face flushed, eyes dark with lust.

I lined up again, pushed into her ass in missionary. I watched her face twist with pleasure-pain as I sank in, her tits bouncing with every thrust. I leaned down, sucking one nipple while I fucked her steadily, feeling her ass clench around me.

“You like that?” I growled, driving deeper. “Taking your stepdad’s cock in your tight little ass?”

“Yes… oh god, yes,” she whimpered, legs locked around my waist, heels digging into my lower back. “It’s so big… I can feel every inch splitting me open. Don’t stop… ruin my ass, Daddy.”

I sped up, hips snapping, the angle letting me go impossibly deep. Her ass clenched around me on every withdrawal, gripping like it never wanted to let me go, then opened wide for each brutal push. The wet sounds were filth, lube and her own slickness making sloppy, obscene slaps as I pounded into her.

“Beg for it,” I said, voice rough. “Beg your stepdad to fill your ass.”

“Please,” she said, nails raking my shoulders. “Come in me… pump your cum deep in my ass. I want to feel it flooding me, leaking out of me.”

Those words snapped me. I thrust hard, deep, hips slamming. She moaned, legs locking around me. My cock swelled, pulsed, and I came: thick, hot spurts flooding her ass, coating her walls, spilling deep. I groaned, hips jerking with each wave, emptying everything inside her.

When the pulses slowed, I eased out slowly. Her hole gaped slightly, then a thick stream of white cum leaked out: creamy, glistening, sliding down her crack and pooling on the sheets. She reached back, fingers spreading her cheeks wide so I could see it all: her tight pink ring coated and messy, more cum oozing out steadily, dripping down to her pussy.

She scooped some with two fingers, brought it to her lips, and sucked them clean, eyes locked on mine. “Hmm… so that’s how anal sex feels,” she whispered, voice husky. “No wonder Mom loves it so much.”

I collapsed beside her, heart hammering, watching my cum drip from her gorgeous, well-fucked ass. She curled against me, leg draped over mine, still leaking slowly onto the sheets. “It’s pretty intense,” I said, kissing her forehead. “Don’t forget your promise.”

“As long as we can do this again sometime,” she said with a filthy grin.

“I promise we will,” I said, and she kissed me back.

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