Dee Williams Gets A Quickie From Her Stepson Before Her Husband Comes Home

As Dee lies on the couch, she reflects on how busy her day has been, running errands and taking care of the house. She’s been on her feet all morning and her back is aching for a massage. Dee’s husband, Mark, won’t be home from work for another two hours, so she decides to take a quick nap to recharge.

Dee is a bombshell of a woman with blonde hair that cascades down her back, bright blue eyes that sparkle when she smiles, and a figure that turns heads wherever she goes. Her breasts are full and perky, her waist narrow, and her hips and ass are voluptuous and enticing. She often dresses in tight tank tops that show off her cleavage and short skirts that flare up when she walks, giving everyone a tantalizing peek at her lingerie-clad ass.

As she drifts off to sleep, the sound of the front door opening snaps Dee out of her daze. Startled, she sits up and realizes that her stepson, Jack, has come home from school. Since marrying Mark, Dee has become very close with Jack, treating him like her own son. However, there have been moments where Dee has caught Jack staring at her lustfully, and she has to admit, the feeling is sometimes mutual.

Why is Jack home so late? He should have been home hours ago, yet here he is, standing in front of her with a mischievous grin on his face. “Jack, what are you doing here?” Dee asks, trying to keep her voice stern.

“I thought I’d surprise you,” Jack replies with a wink. “I know how much you love shocking me with your unexpected visits.”

Dee’s eyes narrow. “Is that so?” She stands up from the couch, stretching her arms above her head to accentuate her cleavage. “Well, I hope you didn’t come all this way just to talk.”

Jack’s eyes roam over Dee’s body, lingering on the swell of her breasts. “Actually, I came to give you something else.” He steps closer to her, his breath hot against her neck. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Dee’s cheeks flush red but she doesn’t pull away. She hears the hunger in Jack’s voice and feels a throb between her legs. “Is that so?” she asks, her voice breathy. She reaches out and grabs Jack’s growing erection through his pants.

Jack lets out a low moan, his hips bucking against Dee’s hand. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he says, his hands roaming over her body, cupping her breasts through her thin tank top. “I want you so badly.”

Dee knows what she’s doing is wrong, but the heat between her legs is too strong to resist. She wants Jack, and she wants him now. “Then take me,” she says, yanking down her skirt and revealing her lacy white thong. “Show me how much you want me.”

Jack needs no further encouragement. He rips off Dee’s thong, exposing her wet, aching pussy. He drops to his knees and buries his face between her legs, his tongue lapping at her sensitive folds.

Dee moans, her fingers tangling in Jack’s hair to hold him in place. She grinds her hips against his face, desperate for more of his touch. Jack’s tongue explores every inch of her, flicking over her clit and dipping inside her tight hole.

Dee feels herself building towards orgasm, but she wants more. She wants to feel Jack inside her. “I need you,” she gasps, pulling him up to face her. “I need your cock.”

Jack strips off his clothes quickly, revealing his hard, throbbing erection. Dee takes a moment to admire it, her mouth watering at the sight. She wraps her hand around his shaft and strokes him slowly, savoring the feel of his hot, smooth skin.

“Dee,” Jack moans, his hips thrusting into her hand. “Please.”

Dee smiles wickedly and drops to her knees, taking Jack into her mouth. She sucks him hungrily, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. Jack groans, his hips bucking forward. Dee takes him deeper, letting him fuck her mouth.

After several minutes of blissful oral pleasure, Dee pulls back, her lipstick smeared and her hair tousled. She stands up and turns around, bending over the arm of the couch and presenting her ass to Jack.

“Fuck me,” she demands, looking back over her shoulder at him. “Fuck me hard.”

Jack can’t refuse her. He positions himself behind her and plunges his cock deep inside her pussy. Dee cries out at the sudden intrusion, but it’s a cry of pleasure. Jack’s cock fills her completely, stretching her walls and rubbing against her g-spot with every thrust.

Dee pushes her hips back to meet Jack’s thrusts, her breasts bouncing with every impact. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by their moans and cries. Dee can feel her orgasm building again, and she reaches down to rub her clit, helping herself along.

“Harder,” she demands, her voice strained with pleasure. “Fuck me harder.”

Jack complies, slamming into her with all his force. Dee’s pussy clenches around him, sucking him deeper. She comes with a scream, her vision whiting out from the intensity. Jack follows quickly, filling her with his hot cum.

They collapse onto the couch, panting and covered in sweat. Dee looks over at Jack, a satisfied smile on her face. “That was amazing,” she says.

Jack grins back at her. “It was. But you better hurry up and get dressed before my dad gets home.”

Dee laughs, but it has a bittersweet tone. As much as she enjoyed their illicit encounter, she knows it can never happen again. She dressed quickly, trying to ignore the sticky feeling between her legs.

Over the next few days, Dee finds herself thinking about her tryst with Jack constantly. She can’t stop imagining him between her legs, feeling his cock inside her. She finds herself touching herself at night, fantasizing about their next encounter.

But Dee also knows that she can’t let it go any further. She has a family to think about, a husband to protect. She decides to put the whole incident behind her and focus on her marriage.

However, there’s a part of her that can’t forget the way Jack made her feel. The way he touched her, the way he fucked her. Dee knows it was wrong, but it also felt so right. She knows that if the opportunity ever arose again, she might just take it.