Johnny Love, an 18-year-old college freshman with short, dark hair and a lean, athletic build, was struggling to adapt to his new life. His father’s recent marriage to Quinn Waters, a sultry 39-year-old with long, wavy blonde hair and a curvaceous figure, had thrown a wrench into his plans. One afternoon, while he was helping her set up for a party, she noticed a Ouija board and suggested they play. Johnny, trying to be polite, agreed, not expecting some free sex with step mom.
“So, what’s the pervy family game?” he asked, suppressing a smirk.
“It’s called 7 Minutes in Heaven,” Quinn explained, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously. “You and I go into the closet, and we have to stay there for seven minutes.”
Johnny balked. “That sounds like trouble, stepmom.”
Quinn shrugged. “It’s just a bit of fun. Come on, it’ll be our little secret.”
Reluctantly, Johnny followed her into the closet. As soon as the door closed, Quinn turned to him, her eyes locked onto his.
“You know, Johnny,” she began, her voice low and husky, “I’ve always thought you were quite handsome.”
Johnny felt a flush creep up his neck. “Step-mom, this isn’t right. I have a girlfriend.”
She brushed a strand of hair from his face. “Just a little fun, Johnny. No one has to know.”
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his. He froze, but she persisted, her tongue tracing the seam of his lips. He felt a surge of desire as he kissed her back, their tongues entwining.
Quinn broke away, her hands finding the hem of his shirt. “Let me see you,” she whispered, pulling it over his head. Her eyes roamed over his MILF body, lingering on his chest before moving lower. She unbuckled his belt, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his pants.
“Step-mom, we can’t,” he protested weakly, but his body betrayed him, his cock already hardening in her hand.
She smirked. “We’re just having some fun, Johnny.” She lowered herself to her knees, her eyes never leaving his as she took his big cock in her mouth.
Johnny groaned, his hands finding purchase in her hair. She sucked and licked, her head bobbing as she took him deeper. “You taste so good, Johnny,” she murmured, pulling back.
She stood, her hands going to the zipper of her dress. “Now it’s my turn,” she said, shimmying out of it to reveal a black lace bra and thong. Johnny’s eyes widened as she stepped out of her heels, her body a vision of curvy lines and soft skin.
She turned, presenting her backside to him. “Make me wet, Johnny,” she commanded, spreading her legs slightly. He complied, his hands tracing the edge of her thong before sliding it aside. He found her wet and ready, his fingers sliding easily inside her.
“Yes, Johnny,” she moaned, her head falling back. “Just like that.”
He added another finger, his thumb finding her clit. She gasped, her hips moving in time with his hand. “Fuck me, Johnny,” she begged, her voice hoarse with desire.
He obliged, his cock sliding into her with ease. She was tight and hot, her muscles clenching around him. “Oh, Johnny,” she moaned, her hands braced against the wall. “You feel so good.”
He thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips. She matched his pace, their bodies slapping together in the small space. “Harder, Johnny,” she urged. “Fuck me harder.”
He increased his pace, his hips slamming into hers. She was close, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, Johnny,” she cried out, her body trembling. “Right there, right there.”
He felt her come, her muscles clenching around him as she let out a low moan. He couldn’t hold back any longer, his cock pulsing as he came inside her.
Stepmom and stepson stayed like that for a moment, their bodies sweaty and entwined. Finally, Quinn turned to him, a wicked smile on her face. “Now, Johnny,” she said, her voice low, “it’s time for round two.”
They emerged from the closet, their faces flushed and their clothes disheveled. The party was in full swing, but no one seemed to notice their disarray. Quinn leaned into Johnny, her voice a low purr. “I think we should continue this free sex with step mom later,” she whispered.
Johnny swallowed hard, his mind racing with thoughts of his stepmother’s body. “Yeah,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “Later.”
