Reagan Foxx, a sultry 35-year-old with fiery red hair and an hourglass figure, stood at the door of my bedroom. She was wearing a silk robe that barely concealed her curves, her green eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and determination. I, her 18-year-old stepson, was sprawled on my bed, laptop open, absorbed in a scene from one of my favorite mother son porn videos.
“Still at it, I see,” she commented, her voice a low purr as she leaned against the doorframe. “You know, porn isn’t real life. It’s just a fantasy.”
I turned to look at her, a smirk playing on my lips. “Yeah, but it’s a pretty good fantasy.”
She walked into the room, her hips swaying gently. “Is that so? Well, maybe it’s time you experienced something a bit more… real.”
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh, really? And what’s that supposed to mean?”
She sat down on the edge of my bed, her robe parting slightly to reveal a hint of creamy thigh. “It means that maybe it’s time you learned what real sex is like, instead of just watching perved family porn.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “You’re my stepmom, Reagan. Isn’t that a little… taboo?”
She leaned in, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Taboo can be fun, don’t you think?”
I felt a stirring in my pants, a heat building in my chest. “Well, when you put it that way…”
She smiled, her fingers tracing the hem of her robe. “So, are you interested in finding out what the real mother son porn feels like?”
I nodded, my eyes locked on hers. “Yeah, I am.”
She stood up, her robe falling open to reveal her voluptuous body. “Good. But first, let’s start with something simple. Come here.”
I got up and moved closer to her. She reached out, her fingers brushing against my cheek. “Kiss me,” she whispered.
I leaned in, our lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss. She tasted like strawberries and sin, her lips warm and inviting. I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth, and she was moaning softly, her body pressing against mine.
Her hands moved to my shirt, tugging it off over my head. I returned the favor, letting her robe slip off her shoulders, revealing her naked body. I trailed my fingers down her neck, over her collarbone, and cupped her breast, her nipple hardening against my palm.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, my lips moving to her neck, nibbling gently.
She let out a soft gasp, her fingers tangling in my hair. “And you’re so eager,” she replied, her voice breathless. “I like that.”
I moved lower, my mouth capturing her nipple, sucking and teasing it with my tongue. She moaned, her hips bucking against me. I could feel her heat, her wetness, and I knew she was ready.
I trailed my hand down her stomach, between her legs, my fingers finding her slick folds. She was so wet, so ready, and I knew I had to have her. I slipped a finger inside her, her inner muscles clenching around me, and she let out a soft whimper.
“You’re so tight,” I murmured, my fingers moving inside her, stroking her.
“Yes,” she gasped, her hips moving with my hand. “More. I need more.”
I added another finger, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing it gently. She moaned, her MILF body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice urgent. “I need you inside me.”
I withdrew my fingers, her juices coating them. I brought them to my mouth, sucking them clean, and she watched me, her eyes dark with desire.
“Lie down,” I told her, my voice firm. She did as I asked, her body splayed out on my bed, her legs parted, inviting me in. I positioned myself between her legs, my cock hard and ready. I rubbed the head against her entrance, teasing her, and she let out a soft moan.
“Please,” she begged. “I need you.”
I slipped inside her, her tightness enveloping me, her heat surrounding me. We both let out a soft groan, our bodies pressing together, our hips moving in sync.
“God, you feel so good,” she gasped, her nails digging into my back.
I moved inside her, my hips thrusting, my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. She met my thrusts, our bodies moving together, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.
I changed the angle, my cock hitting her G-spot, and she cried out, her body tensing. “Right there,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”
I didn’t stop. I pounded into her, my cock driving in and out of her, her juices coating my shaft. She came with a scream, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around me.
I followed her over the edge, my cock pulsing, my cum filling her. Stepmom and stepson, we collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.
“Wow,” she whispered, her eyes meeting mine. “That mother son porn was… intense.”
I smiled, my fingers tracing her cheek. “Yeah, it was. But I think we can do better.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? And how do you propose we do that?”
I grinned, my hand moving between her legs. “By trying something new.”
She let out a soft laugh, her body relaxing into mine. “Well, I guess we have all night, don’t we?”
