Jimmy Michaels sat at the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone, trying to ignore the sound of his stepmom, Wendy Raine, preparing dinner. Wendy was a blonde bombshell with curves that set him on edge, and she knew it. She was always flaunting her assets around him, making him uncomfortable and aroused at the same time in the step mom with son situations.
“Jimmy, stop playing with that thing and set the table,” Wendy called out, her voice dripping with annoyance. She was wearing a tight, low-cut top that showed off her ample cleavage.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jimmy mumbled, standing up and walking over to the table. He couldn’t help but steal a glance at her as she bent over to take something out of the oven.
Wendy caught him looking and smirked. “Like what you see?” she asked, straightening up and giving him a full view of her breasts.
Jimmy blushed, looking away. “No, not really,” he lied.
Wendy laughed. “I know you do, Jimmy. We’re stepmom and stepson, you’re not fooling anyone.”
Over the next few weeks, Wendy made a point of being extra flirtatious around Jimmy. She would wear tight clothes that accentuated her curves, bend over in front of him, and even brush up against him when they passed each other in the hallway. Jimmy tried to ignore her, but it was getting harder and harder.
One day, Wendy found him alone in the living room, watching pervy family TV. She sat down next to him, her thigh pressing against his. “You know, Jimmy, I think you’re getting too big for your britches,” she said, running a hand up his leg.
Jimmy swallowed hard, trying to keep his cool. “What do you mean?” he asked.
Wendy leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. “I mean, you’re a man now. And men have needs. Something a step mom with son could help.” She took his hand and placed it on her breast. “You see what I mean?”
Jimmy’s heart was pounding in his chest. He knew he should push her away, but he couldn’t resist the feel of her soft skin under his hand. He squeezed gently, and Wendy let out a low moan.
“That’s it, Jimmy. Show me what you can do,” she whispered.
Jimmy hesitated for a moment, then leaned in and kissed her. Wendy opened her mouth, inviting his tongue in. They explored each other’s mouths, their kissing growing more passionate by the second.
Wendy broke away, breathless. “Come with me,” she said, taking his hand and leading him up the stairs.
In her bedroom, Wendy pushed Jimmy down onto the bed. She straddled him, grinding herself against his growing erection. “Mmm, you feel good,” she purred.
Jimmy reached up and cupped her breasts, giving them a squeeze. Wendy threw her head back and moaned, pressing herself harder against him.
“You like that, don’t you?” Jimmy asked.
“Mmm-hmm,” Wendy moaned. “But I want more.”
She reached down and unbuttoned his pants, freeing his cock. Jimmy gasped as she took him in her hand and began to stroke him. “You’re so big,” she whispered.
Jimmy groaned, arching his hips up. “Suck it,” he said.
Wendy smiled and leaned down, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, making Jimmy squirm. Then she took him deeper, taking him all the way to the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” Jimmy moaned. “That feels so good.”
Wendy bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper with each stroke. She looked up at him, her eyes watering slightly as she deepthroated him.
Jimmy reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, guiding her head up and down. “That’s it, baby. Take it all,” he said.
Wendy moaned around his cock, her spit dripping down onto his balls. She sucked harder, making Jimmy’s hips buck up off the bed.
“I’m gonna come,” Jimmy warned.
Wendy pulled off of his cock with a pop and looked up at him. “Where do you want it?” she asked.
“In your mouth,” Jimmy said.
Wendy smiled and took him back into her mouth, sucking hard as Jimmy came. She did swallow every drop, looking up at him with a satisfied smile.
“Fuck,” Jimmy panted. “That step mom with son action was amazing.”
