I’ve always fantasized about what my stepdad’s c**k would taste like. I never saw it fully hard or anything, but the bulge in his pants was impossible to miss long, thick, straining against the fabric whenever he wore anything fitted.
Mom raves about him, how good he is in bed, how he leaves her wrecked every time.
Hearing her moan through the walls at night made my p***y throb. I couldn’t help it. I wanted him inside me. Bad.
Tonight we were all sleeping in the same bed. Mom insisted some family bonding bullshit after a long week.
I showed up in my thin silk pajama shorts and tiny tank top, no bra, n*****s already poking through from the AC. Mom was passed out on the far side, curled up facing the wall, dead to the world from her double shift.
“Hey, petite,” my stepdad said when I
