Havana Bleu, my incredibly sexy step-mom, was standing at the kitchen counter, sipping her coffee and flipping through her phone. I couldn’t help but notice the naughty grin on her face as she scrolled through her pictures. Little did I know, she was looking at a collection of nude selfies she had taken – and had been sending to some other man. Something interesting for the stepson stepmom relationship.
I walked into the kitchen, still in my boxers from a lazy morning in bed. “Morning, Havana,” I said, pouring myself a bowl of cereal. She glanced up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of guilt and excitement. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but something was off.
“Hey, sweetie,” she replied, quickly hiding her phone under a stack of mail. “How’d you sleep?”
I shrugged, taking a seat at the kitchen table. “Okay, I guess. What’s up with you? You seem… different.”
Havana hesitated, her eyes darting back and forth. “I don’t know what you mean,” she said, but her voice betrayed her.
Determined to get to the bottom of things, I walked over to where she was standing and reached for her phone. “Let me see your phone, Havana. I think there’s something you’re not telling me.”
She tried to pull it away from me, but I was too quick. As I scrolled through her pictures, my heart sank. There they were – pervy family nude after nude of my step-mom, each one more explicit than the last. And at the bottom of the screen, I saw the name of the man she had been sending them to.
“You’ve been sending these to someone else?” I asked, my voice shaking with anger and disbelief. “Why, Havana? Why would you do this to Dad?”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to explain. “I never meant for it to go this far, I swear. I just… I don’t know, I felt alive again. I felt wanted.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My own step-mom, cheating on my dad with some other guy. It was too much to take in.
“I’m going to tell Dad,” I said, my voice cold and determined. “I can’t let you do this to him.”
Havana begged me not to, promising that she would do anything to make it right. And that’s when I made my proposition.
“I’ll stay quiet,” I said, “but only if… you let me fuck you.”
She looked at me, shocked and disgusted. But I could see the desperation in her eyes, and I knew she would agree.
“Fine,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “But not here. Not in the kitchen.”
Without a word, I followed her to her bedroom, my heart pounding with excitement and nervousness. I had never even thought about having sex with Havana before, but now that the idea was in my head, I couldn’t shake it.
As soon as we were alone in her room, Havana dropped to her knees and began to give me a blowjob. I groaned with pleasure as she took me deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my shaft. It felt incredible, but I knew I couldn’t cum yet. I wanted to make this moment last.
Just as I was about to pull away, there was a knock at the door. It was my dad, home early from work. Havana quickly stood up and adjusted her clothes, trying to hide any evidence of what had just happened.
“I’ll be right out, honey,” she called, her voice shaking.
As soon as my dad was gone, stepson stepmom, we were at it again. This time, I pushed Havana onto the bed and climbed on top of her, my cock pressed against her wet pussy.
“Please,” she begged, her eyes filled with desire. “Fuck me, Tyler. Fuck me hard.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I thrust into her, filling her up with every inch of my cock. She moaned with pleasure, her nails digging into my back as I pounded her tight pussy.
“Harder,” she gasped, her legs wrapped around my waist. “Fuck me harder, Tyler.”
I gave her what she wanted, driving into her with everything I had. We were both covered in sweat, our bodies slick and slippery as we moved together.
“Oh God,” Havana cried, her pussy clenching around my big cock. “I’m gonna cum, Tyler. I’m gonna cum so hard.”
I could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tensing and releasing as she moaned and gasped. And then, with one final thrust, I came too, filling her up with hot, sticky cum.
Stepson stepmom, we lay there, panting and exhausted, for what felt like hours. And when we finally pulled ourselves apart, I knew that things would never be the same between us again.
