Horny teen fucked his stepmom

Title: “The Temptation of Tanya – A Sinful Encounter”

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the bedroom. I stirred from my slumber, stretching my limbs before rolling out of bed. As I padded down the hallway, the aroma of coffee and pancakes wafted through the air, making my stomach grumble.

I entered the kitchen to find Tanya, my stepmother, at the stove. She was humming a tune, her hips swaying gently as she flipped the pancakes. Tanya was a bombshell – long brunette hair, plump lips, and curves that wouldn’t quit. Her white silk robe hung loose, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her ample cleavage.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” she greeted me with a warm smile, her green eyes sparking mischief. “Hope you’re hungry.”

I mumbled a response, trying to keep my eyes on her face and not the way her robe clung to her pert bottom. Living with Tanya had been divine torture – she exuded sexuality, but never crossed the line. Until today, it seemed.

As I sat down at the kitchen table, Tanya placed a plate of pancakes in front of me, leaning over to reveal her lacy bra. The scent of her perfume mingled with the sweet aroma of the pancakes, making my mind spin with naughty thoughts.

“Is something wrong, dear?” Tanya asked, noticing my distracted state. She placed a hand on my shoulder, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

“N-No, just tired,” I stammered, trying to focus on my food. But Tanya wasn’t done tormenting me yet.

She grabbed her coffee mug and sauntered over to the counter, bending over to grab the cream from the bottom shelf. The robe rode up her thighs, exposing the lacy tops of her stockings. I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry.

Tanya took a slow sip of her coffee, her eyes locked on mine over the rim of the mug. “You know, I’ve been thinking,” she purred, setting the mug down. “We never really got to know each other when your father and I got married.”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Tanya closed the distance between us, her hips swaying hypnotically. She placed a hand on my thigh, her fingers trailing up slowly.

“We should change that,” she murmured, leaning in close. Her lips were inches from mine, her breath hot against my skin. “I want to get to know you…intimately.”

In a flash, Tanya was on my lap, straddling me. Her robe fell open, revealing her naked breasts, nipples hard and begging to be touched. I couldn’t hold back any longer – I grabbed her hips, pulling her flush against me as I captured her lips in a searing kiss.

Tanya moaned into my mouth, grinding her hips against my growing erection. My hands explored her body, slipping into her robe to pinch and tease her sensitive nipples. She arched into my touch, breaking the kiss to gasp.

“Touch me,” she pleaded, her voice husky with desire. “I need to feel your hands on me.”

I obliged eagerly, my fingers slipping between her thighs to stroke her wet folds. Tanya cried out, her hips bucking against my hand as she rode my fingers. Her pussy was slick and hot, clenching around my fingers as I thrust into her.

“Fuck me,” Tanya demanded, fumbling with my belt. “I need your cock inside me.”

I stood, lifting her as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her to the kitchen counter, sweeping aside the dishes to lay her down. She looked up at me, her green eyes dark with lust, legs spread wide in invitation.

I wasted no time, shedding my clothes before positioning myself at her entrance. Tanya locked eyes with me as I slowly pushed inside, her back arching off the counter as I filled her completely.

“Oh god, yes!” she moaned, her hands gripping my shoulders. “You’re so big!”

I started to move, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of her tight heat surrounding me. Tanya met my thrusts, her hips rocking up to take me deeper. The counter creaked beneath us, adding to the symphony of skin slapping against skin.

“Harder,” Tanya panted, her nails digging into my back. “Fuck me harder!”

I obliged, drilling into her with renewed vigour. The counter shook with the force of my thrusts, but neither of us cared. All that mattered was the intense pleasure consuming us.

Tanya came hard, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice as she screamed my name. I followed right after, my vision whiting out as I emptied myself deep inside her.

We collapsed together on the kitchen floor, tangled limbs and heaving chests. Tanya nuzzled my neck, pressing soft kisses to my skin.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she admitted, her voice soft. “I couldn’t resist any longer.”

I smiled, pulling her close. “Neither could I. You’re irresistible.”

We stayed like that for a while, basking in the afterglow of our forbidden passion. The dishes could wait – there were far more pressing issues to attend to…