Jimmy Michaels, a scrawny 22-year-old with a mop of sandy hair and a perpetual smirk, leaned against the kitchen counter, his eyes locked onto his stepmother, Armani Black. She was 40, with a body that still turned heads—full, perky breasts, an hourglass figure, and skin the color of warm caramel. Her husband, Richard, was in the shower, and Jimmy knew this was his chance for some mother and son porn.
“Mommy,” he said, his voice low and sultry, “you look so sexy today. I can’t help but think about what you’re hiding under that dress.”
Armani raised an eyebrow, not surprised by Jimmy’s boldness. “Jimmy, watch your mouth,” she warned, but her voice was breathy, and her cheeks flushed.
Jimmy didn’t miss her perved family reaction. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, already hard. “See what you do to me, Mommy?” He started to stroke it, his eyes never leaving hers.
Armani’s breath hitched. She looked away, but her eyes kept darting back to Jimmy’s cock. “You’re a bad boy,” she whispered, her hand slipping to her thigh, inching closer to the hem of her dress.
“Only for you, Mommy,” Jimmy replied, his voice thick with desire. “Let me taste you. Just a little quickie mother and son porn, hmm?”
Armani hesitated, but her body screamed yes. She pushed her chair back and spread her legs, giving Jimmy a glimpse of her black lace panties. “Not too long,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jimmy dropped to his knees, his lips finding hers in a hot, messy kiss. He tugged at her dress, pulling it up to reveal her thighs. He kissed her inner thigh, his tongue flicking out to tease her pussy through her panties.
“Mmm, Jimmy,” Armani moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the chair. “That feels so good.”
Jimmy hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them aside, his tongue diving into her wet folds. He licked and sucked, making Armani squirm and moaning.
“Oh, fuck, Jimmy,” she gasped. “That’s it. Right there.”
Jimmy stood up, his cock standing proud and ready. He pushed Armani’s dress up around her waist, her breasts spilling out of her bra. He leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling while his hand continued to stroke his cock.
“Fuck me, Jimmy,” Armani begged, her voice hoarse with desire. “I need your cock inside me.”
Jimmy didn’t need to be told twice. He kicked off his jeans and positioned himself at her entrance. He rubbed the head of his cock against her wet pussy, making Armani whimper.
“Please, Jimmy,” she begged. “Fuck me.”
Jimmy pushed into her, his cock sliding in easily. Armani let out a long moan, her body arching against his. “Oh, god, Jimmy,” she gasped. “You feel so good.”
Jimmy started to move, his hips thrusting against hers. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss as he fucked her. Armani wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper.
“Harder, Jimmy,” she panted. “Fuck me harder.”
Jimmy obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful. He broke the kiss, his eyes locked onto Armani’s. “You like that, Mommy?” he panted. “You like my cock inside you?”
“Yes,” Armani moaned. “Yes, Jimmy. Fuck me. Make me come.”
Jimmy reached down, his fingers finding Armani’s clit. He rubbed it in time with his thrusts, making Armani cry out.
“Oh, god, Jimmy,” she gasped. “I’m close. So close.”
Jimmy felt Armani’s pussy clench around his cock, and he knew she was about to come. He thrust harder, his fingers working her clit, and Armani exploded.
“Fuck!” she screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure.
Jimmy kept moving, drawing out her orgasm. When Armani’s body finally stilled, he pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. He stroked it a few times before coming, his cum spurting onto Armani’s stomach.
Armani looked down, a satisfied smile on her face. “That mother and son porn was… unexpected,” she said, her voice still breathless.
Jimmy grinned, zipping up his jeans. “Anytime, Mommy,” he said. “Anytime.”
Just then, stepmom and stepson heard the shower turn off. Armani’s eyes widened, and she quickly fixed her dress. Jimmy grabbed a dishcloth, cleaning up the evidence of their quickie. As Richard walked into the kitchen, Armani was back to her usual composed self, and Jimmy was leaning against the counter, a smug smile on his face.
