A few weeks ago, my Step-Mom h*t me up for a favor—needed help hauling some bulk items from the grocery store. No big deal. But the moment she got in my car, I could feel something was off. She kept sighing, shifting in her seat, her thighs spread just enough to flash that tight l*ttle crotch through her cutoff jean shorts. Typical tease behavior, but this time it wasn’t subtle—she was dripping with it.

I ignored it at first. Didn't feel like decoding female drama that day. But she wouldn’t let up—making l*ttle moaning noises, huffing, and dragging out every sentence like she was begging me to ask. So I finally said, “What’s going on with you?”

Her answer? “I’m just frustrated... I haven’t been f*cked in two weeks.”

I glanced over, and the look in her eyes said it all. She wasn't shy. She was craving c*ck—mine, specifically. The leg up on the dash, the glisten of sweat on her chest, the heavy breathing—she was laying it on thick, hoping I’d catch the signal.

Caught off guard not knowing what to say I just smirked and told her, “Yeah, I don’t know how you manage. I’d lose my damn mind going that long—especially if I was coming home to you."

At the store parking lot, I drove around for a minute still trying to process what was happening and how to not f*ck it up. I parked towards the back of the lot in a semi-secluded spot, watching her shift in her seat, practically squirming. Just as I reached for the door handle, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me back into the seat. No words—just action. Her hand went straight to my jeans, rubbing my c*ck through the fabric like she’d been fantasizing about it for weeks.

I didn’t say a word. Just reached for the back of her head and shoved her down. She moaned like she’d been waiting for this exact moment—like her mouth had one purpose and she knew it. Her throat was hot, wet, and goddamn perfect. I held her there, using her like a toy, f*cking her mouth deep until I came hard down her throat. She swallowed every drop like she was starving for it.

She came up smiling, wiping her lips like she just tasted something sweet.

We still went into the store after that, but the tension didn’t fade. On the way back, the moment the car was parked, she didn’t even wait—dropped to her knees between my legs like she needed a second round. This time, I didn’t hold back. I grabbed her hair, fed her my c*ck deep, slapped her cheeks while she gagged on it like a good l*ttle b*tch. And she loved every second of it.

Turns out she never even needed help with the groceries..

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