It was a hot summer afternoon and I had just gotten home from a grueling day at work. I walked into the living room, still dressed in my suit and tie, and there she was – Reagan Foxx, my stepmom. She was lying on the couch, dressed in a tight-fitting dress that showed off her ample cleavage and curves. She looked up at me and smiled, her full lips curling into a seductive grin, ready for a mom and son video.
“Hey there, sweetie,” she said, her voice a low purr. “How was your day?”
I sighed, feeling the weight of the world lift off my shoulders. “It was long and exhausting, to be honest,” I replied, collapsing onto the couch next to her.
Reagan leaned in closer to me, her breasts pressing against my arm. “Well, you’re home now,” she said, her hand reaching out to rest on my thigh. “Let me help you relax like in my pervy family tutorials.”
I looked at her, surprised by her forwardness. Reagan had always been flirty with me, but she had never outright propositioned me like this before. I felt my heart start to race as I realized what was happening.
“Are you sure about this, Reagan?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She smiled again, her hand starting to move up my thigh. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” she replied, her voice husky with desire.
Before I knew what was happening, Reagan was kissing me, her lips hot and insistent against mine. I responded eagerly, my hands reaching out to grip her hips. She moaned, her tongue sliding into my mouth as she deepened the kiss.
I could feel myself getting hard, my cock straining against my pants. Reagan must have felt it too, because she broke the kiss and looked down at my crotch, her eyes shining with desire.
“Looks like someone’s excited,” she said, a wicked grin on her face. She reached out and started to unbuckle my belt, her fingers nimble and quick.
I watched as she pulled my pants and boxers down, my big cock springing free. She gasped when she saw it, her eyes widening in surprise.
“Wow, you’re huge,” she said, her hand reaching out to wrap around my shaft.
I moaned as she started to stroke me, her grip firm and sure. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my balls tightening with pleasure.
“Reagan, I’m going to cum,” I warned her, my voice strained.
She looked up at me, her eyes shining with mischief. “Not yet, you’re not,” she said, her voice firm.
She leaned down and took me into her mouth, her lips wrapping around my shaft as she started to suck. I moaned, my hands reaching out to grip her hair.
Reagan sucked me expertly, her tongue swirling around my head as she took me deeper and deeper into her mouth. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my hips thrusting upwards as I tried to hold back.
“Reagan, I’m going to cum,” I warned her again, my voice strained.
She didn’t stop, her mouth still wrapped around my cock as she sucked me harder and harder. I couldn’t hold back any longer, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave.
I moaned, my hips thrusting upwards as I came, my cum filling Reagan’s mouth. She swallowed every last drop, her throat working as she drank me down.
When it was over, she sat up, a satisfied smile on her face. “That mom and son video was amazing,” she said, her voice husky with pleasure.
I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. “It was,” I agreed, my voice strained.
Reagan leaned in and kissed me again, her tongue sliding into my mouth as she tasted herself on my lips.
“I want more stepmom and stepson action,” she said, her voice a low purr.
I smiled, my hands reaching out to grip her hips. “I’m all yours,” I replied, my voice full of desire.
