Step mom gives Step son a handjob during movie night, secretly with family around!

The flickering light of the TV cast dancing shadows across her face as she watched the movie intently, trying her best to ignore the throbbing lump in her lap that seemed to grow more insistent by the minute. Her step-son Jack was seated right next to her on the couch, their legs almost touching. The air was thick with tension, a quiet tension that none of the other family members seemed to notice as they watched the film unfold before them.

She had worn a particularly low-cut blouse tonight, and Jack’s eyes had been glued to her cleavage ever since they sat down. She couldn’t blame him – her breasts were her best feature, full and firm with just the right amount of bounce. She had caught him staring at them when he thought she wasn’t looking, his young brow furrowed in curiosity and desire. It had sent a shiver down her spine, a forbidden thrill that she had tried to ignore.

As the movie reached its climax, she felt a sudden surge of boldness. Without looking at Jack, she slowly slid her hand over to rest on his thigh. He tensed for a moment but then settled, letting out a quiet gasp that went unnoticed by the others. Emboldened, she began to trail her fingers higher, applying just the right amount of pressure. She could feel his muscle twitching beneath her touch, growing harder and more defined by the second.

Jack squirmed in his seat, trying to hide his building arousal. But she knew exactly what she was doing to him. Without warning, she slid her hand directly over his bulge, squeezing gently. Jack let out a sharp exhale, his hips jerking forward into her touch. She could feel the heat of him even through his jeans, the thick line of his cock pulsing beneath her palm. She began to stroke him, rubbing him through the denim, feeling him throb and twitch under her fingers.

Jack’s breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to keep his composure. She knew he was trying not to make a sound, not to draw attention to what they were doing. But the more she touched him, the more difficult it became for him to stay quiet. Soft moans began to escape his lips, and she knew it was only a matter of time before he lost control completely.

She glanced around the room, making sure that everyone else was still engrossed in the movie. Then, with a quick movement, she slid down off the couch and disappeared underneath the coffee table, arranging herself between Jack’s spread legs. Her fingers found the button of his fly, popping it open and tugging down the zipper. Jack’s cock sprang free, long and thick, the tip already glistening with precum. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking him firmly from base to tip, feeling him throb in her grip.

Jack’s head lolled back against the cushions, his mouth falling open as he fought to keep quiet. She could see his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed back his moans, his eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy. She leaned forward, taking the head of his cock into her mouth, rolling her tongue over the sensitive skin. Jack’s hands fisted in the couch cushions, his whole body tensing as he tried to hold back his pleasure.

She began to bob her head, taking him deeper into her throat with each stroke. Her hand worked in tandem with her mouth, stroking the parts of him that she couldn’t reach. She could taste the salty tang of his precum on her tongue, could feel him growing even harder and thicker as she worked him closer to the edge.

Suddenly, Jack’s hands were in her hair, gripping tightly as he thrust up into her mouth. His hips were moving of their own accord, chasing his pleasure, and she knew he was close. She doubled her efforts, sucking harder, stroking faster, desperate to feel him come undone beneath her touch.

With a strangled groan, Jack emptied himself into her mouth, his cock pulsing as he spurted hot and thick on her tongue. She swallowed it down eagerly, every drop, cleaner her milking him for all he was worth. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jack slumped back against the couch, spent and panting.

She slid back out from under the table, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Jack reached for her, pulling her into his lap, his hands roaming over her curves. She could feel his cock, still hard and ready, pressing insistently against her ass.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled into her ear, his voice low and rough with desire.

She shivered at the promise in his words, already picturing all the ways he could take her, right there on the couch, with their families blissfully unaware of the carnal activities happening mere feet away. It was a heady thrill, knowing how close they were to getting caught, how risky it all was. But she couldn’t resist the pull of Jack’s desire, the way he made her feel so wanted, so needed.

She knew this was just the beginning of something much bigger, something that could consume them both if they let it. But in that moment, with Jack’s hands on her body and his cock pressed against her, she didn’t care about the consequences. All she cared about was the delicious, forbidden pleasure that was yet to come.

And so, as the credits rolled on the movie and their families began to stir, Jack slipped his hand down the front of her pants, finding her wet and ready, and they began the dance once more, all while the world remained blissfully unaware of the sinful pleasure being shared right under their noses.