Swap Mom “How about you just fuck me and we can forget all about this” S3:E7

The sultry blonde, Miranda, had been having a rough week. Her stepson, Derek, had been pestering her non-stop about his phone, claiming she had taken it. Miranda knew she hadn’t, but Derek insisted, and his constant nagging was driving her to the brink of insanity. She was ready to snap at any moment.

One steamy afternoon, as the sun beat down on their suburban home, Derek came bursting into the living room where Miranda was attempting to enjoy a moment of peace.

“Mom, I know you have my phone!” Derek exclaimed, his face red with anger. “Just give it back already!”

Miranda took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She had been through this with him multiple times now, and she was getting tired of his accusations. “Derek, I’ve told you a million times, I don’t have your stupid phone,” she said through gritted teeth. “Now please, just leave me alone.”

But Derek was relentless. He continued to pester her, even as she threatened to take away his car privileges. Miranda had had enough. She stood up from the couch, towering over her short stepson. “How about you just fuck me and we can forget all about this,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Derek’s jaw dropped open. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. His stepmother had just propositioned him, and in such a crude way. But as he looked up at her, taking in her curvy figure and the way her short skirt hugged her ample hips, he could feel a stirring in his pants.

Miranda could see the desire in his eyes, and it only turned her on more. She had been so frustrated lately, and the constant fighting with Derek had left her feeling pent up. She needed a release, and now.

She stepped closer to him, running a finger down his chest. “Go ahead, baby,” she purred. “Fuck me good and hard, and maybe we can put this whole thing behind us.”

Derek didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed Miranda around the waist and pulled her close, pressing his lips to hers in a rough, hungry kiss. Miranda moaned into his mouth, feeling his tongue plunge into her own. She could taste the sweetness of his saliva, the musky scent of his skin. It was intoxicating.

They stumbled back towards the couch, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies with desperate need. Derek tore at Miranda’s shirt, popping the buttons in his haste to get to her skin. Miranda gasped as the cool air hit her sensitive breasts, her nipples hardening instantly. Derek wasted no time in taking one into his mouth, sucking and nibbling at the tender flesh until Miranda was writhing beneath him.

She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, and it only heightened her own desire. She needed him inside her, needed to feel him stretching her open and filling her up. She reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his impressive erection. It was so big and thick, and Miranda couldn’t wait to feel it moving in and out of her.

Derek hooked his fingers into Miranda’s panties and pulled them down her long, sexy legs. Miranda lifted her hips to help him, and then she was laying before him, completely bare. Derek took a moment to admire her body, his gaze traveling over her flawless skin, her perky tits, and down to her glistening pussy.

Without a word, he glanced down and plunged himself deep into Miranda’s wet heat. Miranda cried out at the sudden intrusion, but it quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as Derek started to move. He thrust into her hard and fast, each stroke hitting her deep and leaving her breathless. Miranda wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper, urging him to take her harder.

Derek didn’t disappoint. He pounded into her like a man possessed, his balls slapping against her ass with each forceful thrust. Miranda could feel her orgasm building, the coiling heat in her core threatening to blow at any moment. She clawed at Derek’s back, urging him on, begging him not to stop.

And then it hit her, crashing over her like a tidal wave of pleasure. Her pussy clenched around Derek’s cock, milking him for all he was worth. Derek groaned, not far behind her, and with one final thrust, he buried himself inside her and came hard, his seed spurting deep into her willing body.

They lay there for a moment, panting and trying to regain their breath. Derek carefully pulled out of Miranda, and they both winced at the sensation. Miranda reached over and pulled Derek in for another kiss, this one soft and sweet in contrast to their frantic coupling.

“I guess we can call a truce then,” she said with a smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “At least until the next time you piss me off.”

Derek laughed, his own eyes shining with mirth. “Deal,” he said. “But maybe next time, you can come and find me first.”

Miranda popped him on the butt, laughing as the two of them got dressed and headed off to face the rest of their day with renewed vigor. And as for that pesky phone? Who knows where it went. But at least now, Miranda and Derek had something else to focus on instead. Something much more fun.