She walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that barely covered her ass. I was 22, home from college for the summer, and my dad was gone on another business trip. Linda, my stepmom, poured herself a glass of wine and leaned against the counter, letting the robe slip open just enough to show the curve of her heavy tits.
"You've been staring at me all week, Jake," she said, voice low and direct. "Time to do something about it."
I didn't hesitate.
I crossed the room, grabbed her by the hips, and pushed her against the fridge. My mouth crashed onto hers, tongue deep, while my hands yanked the robe open. Her nipples were already hard. I pinched one hard and she moaned into my kiss.
"Fuck, yes," she breathed. "Show me what that college cock can do."
I dropped to my knees right there on the tile floor. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already wet. I spread her lips with my thumbs and licked straight up her slit, tasting how ready she was. Linda grabbed my hair and ground against my face.
"Eat that stepmom pussy," she ordered. "Suck my clit like you mean it."
I did. I sucked her swollen clit between my lips and flicked it fast with my tongue while two fingers slid inside her tight, hot cunt. She was dripping down my chin in seconds. Her thighs shook as she came hard, flooding my mouth with her juices.
"Get your cock out," she demanded the second she caught her breath.
I stood and shoved my shorts down. My dick sprang free, thick and throbbing. Linda wrapped her fingers around it and stroked once, twice, then turned around and bent over the kitchen table, ass up.
"Fuck me," she said. "No teasing. Pound your stepmom's cunt."
I lined up and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. She was tight, wet, and perfect. I gripped her hips and started fucking her hard, the table legs scraping the floor with every thrust. Skin slapped loud and filthy. Her tits swung under her as I drove into her again and again.
"Harder," she growled. "Fuck me like you hate me."
I reached forward, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and yanked her head back while I hammered her pussy. She pushed back to meet every stroke, taking every inch like she was starving for it. I felt her walls start to flutter.
"I'm gonna come on your cock," she warned, then she did, clamping down so tight I almost lost it.
I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the table. Legs spread wide, she guided me back inside. This time I fucked her slower but deeper, watching my cock stretch her open. Her juices coated my shaft every time I pulled out.
"Play with your clit," I told her. "Make yourself come again while I watch."
She rubbed fast circles on her swollen nub, eyes locked on mine. Her second orgasm hit even harder; she squirted a little around my cock, soaking the table. That was it for me. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her.
We stayed like that, breathing hard, my dick still twitching inside her.
Linda smiled, dirty and satisfied. "Bedroom. Now. We're not done until your dad gets home tomorrow."
She led me upstairs by the hand, robe forgotten on the kitchen floor. In her bed we fucked againher riding me, then me taking her from behind while she gripped the headboard. Every position was raw, every word filthy, every thrust exactly what we both needed. By morning we were sore, sticky, and already planning the next time.
