I've Always Dreamt Of This

Rain spat on the windows, but Damon pushed inside anyway. One step and he froze. His step-mother Julia Ann opened the door wearing nothing but a tiny towel, tits pressing against the cotton like they wanted out. Cue instant boner and a whole circus of eye contact disasters. Julia cracked first. Said the divorce left her bored and wet—she cracked wise about bills and lonely nights, then pressed a gift card into his hand like it was no bigger a deal than leftover casserole. "My treat, champ. Nobody needs to know." Damon squirmed, muttered about step-moms and boundaries, but Julia ran a red nail down his shirt and smirked. She hustled him out of his clothes, slathered gel across his shoulders, his chest, nipples tightening under her slick palms. His cock started doing its own thinking. Then came the "platinum package." She pulled him into the shower stall first, warm water everywhere. She dropped to her knees, lips sliding over his shaft, tongue teasing the rim, throat swallowing until her nose pressed his wet skin. Damon groaned. In the bath she climbed on top, thighs gliding against his in the oil, guiding him deep in a slow grind that left them both slippery and swearing. He felt a stab of guilt—right until she spun around, ass shiny, guiding his dick back inside her. Remorse tapped him on the shoulder; horniness shoved it aside. Damon grabbed her hips and decided. Some gifts you just don't return.