Your New StepMommy

You knock softly before slipping into my room, arms crossed, that little sad pout on your lips that makes me feel like the worst person alive. "Honey... we need to talk." You sit on the edge of my bed, so close I can smell your perfume, and ask what you did wrong. Why do I keep pushing you away when all you want is to love me, take care of me, spoil me? You've been nothing but sweet and I've been ice cold, and it's been hurting you.

I stare at my lap, cheeks burning, until it just... slips out. That it's not you. It's that I think you're hot. That I'm embarrassed I've got the hots for my own stepmom and I didn't know how to face you.

The silence stretches... and then you smile. That slow, knowing smile. "Oh sweetheart, don't be embarrassed," you purr, tucking a finger under my chin. "I think it's cute. Honestly? Flattering." You crawl closer, voice dropping to a whisper. "You should've just told me the truth. If you had, I could've been taking care of you properly this whole time. All your needs." Your hand slides up my thigh. "No more distance, we're going to be so much closer from now on... oh, so very close."

And God, we do. You push me back against the pillows and ride me slow and deep, whispering how good I feel inside you, how you knew we'd end up like this. When I warn you I'm about to cum, you just wrap your arms tighter around me and breathe against my ear, "That's it sweetie, cum inside me. Give me everything."

I do. Every last drop.