"What the f**k is going on here?" Jake repeated, louder this time, his voice cracking between anger and something else I could not quite place yet. His gaze locked on my open cunt, watching another thick glob of Ryan's load ooze out and slide down toward my asshole.
I did not cover myself. Instead I leaned back against the couch, letting my legs fall open even wider so he could get a better look at my freshly f****d hole. My heart was pounding, but my p***y gave a hungry throb at the way my stepson stared.
"Jake, honey," I said softly, my voice still hoarse from moaning earlier. "Ryan and I... we were just relaxing while you were gone. Things got a little carried away."
Ryan looked nervous, his face flushed as he zipped up his jeans halfway. "Dude, I am sorry. She is just... f**k, your
