Blake Morgan's Stepson Fucks Her Tight Ass

Blake Morgan was all dressed up, her curves hugging the tight red dress she'd chosen, her boobs spilling out just enough to tease. She'd spent hours on her hair, her makeup, everything perfect for a night of passion with her husband. But as the clock ticked past their dinner reservation, her excitement turned to frustration. When the call came, her heart sank. Work late. Again. She could almost hear his voice, smooth and apologetic, but it did nothing to ease the ache in her chest. Or the one between her legs. She poured herself a glass of wine, the liquid a poor substitute for the warmth of his touch, and paced the living room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. The house felt too quiet, too empty. She needed release, and she wasn't about to wait for him. Her stepson, home from college for the weekend, was the perfect distraction. He'd been eyeing her for weeks, his gaze lingering on her ass, her tits, and she knew he wanted her as badly as she wanted him. She found him in the kitchen, his broad shoulders hunched over a textbook, his muscles straining against his t-shirt. He looked up, his eyes dark with desire, and she knew she had him. She sauntered over, her hips swaying, and leaned against the counter, her dress riding up to reveal a hint of thigh. "Need some help with that?" she purred, her voice low and husky. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and she could see the bulge in his jeans growing. "I could use a break," he admitted, his voice rough. She smiled, slow and seductive, and reached out to trace a finger down his chest, her nails scraping lightly against the fabric. "I know just the thing to relax you," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. He groaned,