Milf StepMom and StepSon Share a Bed

Title: “A Steamy Night, Shared”

The sun had just set, casting an orange glow through the sheer curtains of the master bedroom. Annabelle, a voluptuous 40-something blonde, lay sprawled on the king-sized bed, her ample figure barely contained by a silky satin nightgown. Her long legs, caked with a shimmering tan, were crossed at the ankles, swinging languidly in the cool evening breeze that wafted through the open window.

At that moment, there was a soft knock at the door. Annabelle looked up, her piercing blue eyes scanning the door frame. “Come in,” she called out, her voice a sultry purr.

The door creaked open, revealing her step-son, Jack, dressed in a thin cotton t-shirt and pajama shorts. He looked up at his stepmother, his eyes immediately drawn to her full, bouncey breasts that strained against the flimsy fabric of her nightie.

“Mom, you’re still awake,” he said, his voice cracking with pubescent uncertainty.

Annabelle smiled, patting the space next to her on the bed. “Come in, Jack. Can’t a mother and son have a little chat before bed?”

Jack nervously approached the bed, his eyes never leaving Annabelle’s expansive cleavage. He lay down next to her, his body tensing as he felt the heat radiating off her body.

Annabelle stretched, her back arching, causing her breasts to strain once more against her nightgown. “I’m glad we have this moment together,” she said, turning to face Jack. Her hand found its way to his thigh, and she began to run her fingers along the warm bare skin.

Jack’s breath caught in his throat as he felt Annabelle’s hand creeping higher and higher up his leg. He could feel his manhood beginning to twitch in his pants, his mind filled with taboo thoughts.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, Jack,” Annabelle whispered, her voice low and seductive. “I know you want me, just as much as I want you.”

With that, Annabelle leaned forward, her lips brushing against Jack’s. He responded instantly, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer. They kissed deeply, tongues intertwined, as their hands began to explore each other’s bodies.

Annabelle’s hands found the hem of Jack’s shirt, pulling it up and over his head. She gazed upon his toned chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. Jack, in turn, reached out, cupping Annabelle’s breasts in his hands, feeling their heavy weight.

“Oh, Jack,” Annabelle moaned, pressing her body against his. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

As they kissed, Jack’s hands began to slide down Annabelle’s body, feeling the soft, warm curves of her figure. He reached the hem of her nightgown and, with a quick tug, pulled it up and over her head, revealing her naked body bathed in the moonlight.

Annabelle lay back on the bed, her ample breasts rising and falling with each breath, her pink nipples hard with arousal. She looked up at Jack, her eyes beseeching. “Make love to me, baby. Take me.”

Jack didn’t need to be asked twice. He positioned himself between Annabelle’s legs, his manhood throbbing with desire. Slowly, he slid into her warm, wet core, feeling her muscles clench around him.

“Yes,” Annabelle moaned, wrapping her legs around Jack’s waist, pulling him deeper inside her. “That’s it, baby. Make me yours.”

They moved together in a rhythm as old as time, their bodies joined as one. Annabelle’s hands roamed over Jack’s back, her nails digging into his skin as she urged him on.

As Jack thrust harder and deeper, Annabelle felt a familiar pressure building inside her. “Don’t stop,” she gasped, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. “I’m so close.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Jack spilled himself inside Annabelle, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. Annabelle cried out, her body convulsing with wave after wave of intense pleasure.

As they both caught their breath, Annabelle pulled Jack down into a kiss, her hands cradling his face. “That was incredible,” she breathed.

Jack nodded, a grin spreading across his face. “It was better than I ever imagined.”

They lay together for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, their bodies slick with sweat. Annabelle could feel Jack’s manhood stirring once more against her thigh.

“What do you say to round two?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Jack grinned in response, flipping Annabelle onto her back. “I say let’s make this a night to remember.”