I was soaked before Cedrick even walked through the door.
My husband Jimmy had left for his week-long business trip only three hours ago, and I was already putting my filthy plan into motion. For months I had been craving his son — my stepson — Cedrick. The boy was everything his father wasn’t. At twenty-four, Cedrick was tall, brutally muscular, with broad shoulders, thick arms, and the kind of c**k-bulge in his gym shorts that made my married p***y throb every time I saw it. He was easily twenty years younger than me, strong, virile, and hung like a f*****g horse. Jimmy could barely get it up twice a month. Cedrick looked like he could f**k me senseless for hours and still flood my womb with thick c*m.
And I knew he wanted me too. I had caught him staring at my heavy t**s more times th
